Chapter 35
“So, no more birth control?” I question, my heart hammering in my chest so loudly and wildly I can feel it everywhere.
And it’s not out of fear.
Not in the least.
It’s excitement and happiness, and this feeling of finding a place I belong with people I love and who love me.
There’s so much realness and honesty, and comfort and normalcy, and just raw trust. I don’t have to think twice about anything when I’m with Kai, and to finally feel like myself again is freeing.
He gave me all of that, and I took it willingly and without reservation, despite what I left behind in New York. What sold me on Hawaii and Kai and all his friends is the way they support each other. No questions asked, no gossip or competition, no jealousy or judgment.
They stand up for each other, share everything they love, and build lives together. It’s beautiful and perfect, and everything I’ve ever wanted.
Hearing him tell me he loves me, that he wants to have babies and be a family, is scary as hell, but it’s also amazing. There’s not even a small part of me that wants to hesitate because what I’ve found with him is pure and simple and sweet.
“No more birth control,” Kai echoes as he looks over at me. His gaze turns heated; his eyes focus on me with a burning intensity. “Fuck, the idea has me so turned on.”
Stepping closer, barely an inch between us, I reach up, my fingers caressing his jaw. I feel the warmth of his skin, the soft puffs of his breathing, my hand sliding down to rest against his heart.
“Me too,” I respond. “The recklessness of knowing you could get me pregnant. Of you coming inside me while I’m not on the pill.”
“Fuck, Quinn,” Kai growls, and I giggle, loving how turned on he is right now. Feeling the hard bulge in his boardshorts, his body flush with mine.
Who would have thought this reformed fuckboy would have a breeding kink?
Certainly not me.
But I am so fucking here for it.
We’re pressed so tightly together, and I’ve never been so turned on by another person in my life. All he has to do is breathe my name, whisper his attraction, and I’m ready to go. My panties are soaked at the idea of him coming inside me, and I push my hips against him.
His hands snake down my body, over my ribs, my hips, to my ass. Gripping hard, he lifts me up. Wrapping my legs around his waist, he slams me against the cabinets, his mouth colliding with mine. All tongues and hands exploring, our bodies on fire, trembling with want and need.
Kai’s the guy I want to kiss for the rest of my life, even if that sounds totally and completely crazy. There’s no one I want more than him, no one I want to be inside me, to be part of me, to own me and claim me.
He pins me with his hips, his hard length pressing against me, and I want him to strip my clothes off and fuck me right here in this kitchen. Pounding me into the cabinets, burying himself inside me, losing myself in him.
Watching him watch me do that podcast, his undying and unwavering support has me so turned on, right along with his admission that he wants to have kids with me. Fucking me bare, and not like before, but without birth control. I’m obsessed with him and this recklessness.
Reaching between us, I tug at the strings of his boardshorts, my hand slipping into the front, wrapping around his dick.
He hisses, his head falling back as I stroke him. I love the noises he makes at my touch: deep, guttural moans encouraging me on, knowing he’s desperate for me.
“I want to taste you,” I murmur against his lips, our breath coming out hard and fast. “I want to be on my knees for you.”
God, I fucking love who I am with Kai. Telling him exactly what I want, dirty and desperate. The raw honesty in my words makes me shudder, tightening my legs around his hips, pulling him closer.
“Babe, I don’t wanna come in your mouth. Inside you only. I want you dripping with my cum. I want to watch your pussy take my cock like a good girl, and then you can lick me clean.”
His words are so fucking filthy, and every word of it is for me.
Letting me go, he steps back, his chest heaving, his eyes hooded. He looks drunk and obsessed and in love, and I feel it everywhere. My body ignites, fire burning, the ache between my legs throbs, needing release.
“Bend over the counter, Quinn,” he demands, a harsh rasp to his tone, and I do as I’m told.
With my ass up, my stomach pressed against the counter on the island, I lift my dress, exposing my drenched panties to him.
“Take me,” I urge, my hips moving, seeking friction.
“Babe, you’re dripping,” he groans, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric.
Sliding through my wetness, he caresses my clit, gentle and slow, but I need more, and I move against his fingers. Harder. Faster.
Looking over my shoulder, I plead with him. “More, Kai, please.”
Hearing my desperation, he pulls my panties to the side, taking himself out. I watch as he thrusts inside me. My hips lurch forward, and he grabs hold of them, stilling me as he slams into me over and over.
“Touch yourself, Quinn. Get yourself there as I come inside you,” Kai commands, his words burying themselves deep inside me, fueling the ache and the need to come.
Here we are, fucking in his kitchen, in the home he shares with someone else. This is going to have to change.
Thank fuck Eli is working, but poor Eli. He’s had to deal with Kai and all his sexual exploits. He needs a break, so we certainly won’t be moving in here together.
Not when we like to fuck in every room, our bodies needing each other like we need air. Kai is like a drug to me in the best possible way.
He’s so in tune with my body, knowing exactly what I need to come, and he reaches around, his hand covering mine as I rub my clit.
“Don’t stop,” I beg, the combination of our fingers and his dick overwhelming me. “You’re so deep.”
The position and the fullness bring me to the edge, pushing my ass against him harder until he’s pounding into me with reckless abandon.
“Come for me, baby. Come all over my cock. I want to feel you clench around me,” Kai demands, our bodies begging for release.
My orgasm spirals tighter, building, ready to break through, and I gasp for air.
“Come with me, Kai,” I plead, my hips writhing, our fingers rubbing furiously as he continues his assault. “Oh, god, yes.”
My whole body shakes, my legs weak, heavy with orgasm as my pussy squeezes him tight, pulsing with my release, pulling him to his.
“Fuck…” Kai’s thrusts turn erratic, and with a final groan, he releases inside me, filling me as his body collapses against mine.
Peppering kisses along my spine, Kai whispers, “I love you,” over and over as I float down from the ecstasy, loving how sated and calm I feel.
He pulls out of me with a grunt, his hand dancing up the inside of my thigh. Stepping back to look at me, I gaze at him over my shoulder, a loose smile on my lips.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs, his fingertips softly trailing toward my center. “Spread your legs for me. Show me, Quinn.”
I watch as he takes me in, loving the view of my pussy filled with him. Squeezing my muscles, I feel him leak from me, and he lets out a groan of appreciation.
“Like what you see?”
“You’re dripping with me,” Kai says, his fingers playing with our combined wetness. “And it’s so fucking beautiful.”
The alarm goes off before the sun has even begun to rise. Up early to hit the water and then head to work. It’s become part of our routine, and I roll over, cuddling into Kai’s side.
“Good morning,” he purrs, hoarse from sleep, sexy and deep. Kissing the top of my head, I let my fingers trace along the bare skin of his chest.
“I want to tell you something,” I whisper, my lids heavy, sleep pulling at me.
“Anything.”
“I’m using the money from the interview to buy my rental.” The words come out soft yet confident, and I think back to when I put the money down to rent it.
I never thought I would stay, never thought I would make Hawaii my home, but here I am: falling in love, finding the person who gets me, putting down roots and doing it with Kai.
“I want you to move in with me. I want it to be our home,” I tell him, and he props himself up on an elbow, looking down at me.
Tucking some loose strands of hair behind my ear, his fingers linger on my cheek. Coming to rest under my chin, he tilts my gaze up to meet his.
“What, you don’t want Eli walking in on us fucking?” he teases, leaning down to nip my bottom lip.
I let out a giggle, thinking back to when he fixed that pineapple on my door when we first met.
“I think we established early on that there will be no upside-down pineapple in this relationship,” I joke back, and he swats my ass.
“I don’t share,” he playfully growls, and we both fall silent. My initial question goes unanswered, and I worry he’s having second thoughts.
It creeps into my head…old habits die hard. But I know Kai is different, and I shake it off.
“So what do you say? Move in with me? Start a family? Maybe do some much-needed renovations?”
“Fuck, babe, that offer is music to my fucking ears,” Kai responds, pulling me on top of him. I straddle his hips, leaning down to kiss him.
“Let’s do it?”
“Yes, let’s do it. Today.”
I laugh at his zealousness, loving that he’s as excited about this as I am. But we will really need to do some renovations. That place is a bit of a mess, but it has so much potential.
“Today,” I echo, burying my face in his neck, smiling against his warm skin.
“One condition,” he says now, and I sit up, narrowing my eyes at him. Conditions have never been Kai’s thing. He always goes with the flow.
“Conditions?”
“That you let me contribute to the cost too. It’s our place together now, our family home, a place where we’ll raise our kids. We’ll bring our babies home from the hospital, we’ll make babies there, we’ll make it our own.”
“Deal on all of it,” I squeal, bouncing a little on his hips as I lean down and kiss him. The smile on both our faces could light up the room.
Kai groans, grabbing me and holding me still. “Babe, you keep moving like that, I’m going to come all over our sheets.”
“We could ditch surfing for a little morning action,” I tease, wiggling now, feeling him harden underneath me.
“Or we could do both: a quickie and a surf,” he suggests, winking at me.
But just as we’re contemplating it all, my phone chimes with a text.
It’s early here, but it’s far from early on the mainland, and with word of my upcoming podcast interview getting out, things are about to get crazy.
I slide off him, falling onto my back on the bed. I reach onto the nightstand for my phone. For my own sanity, I silenced all calls, texts and notifications from anyone except my lawyer and my sister. It’s been the best thing I’ve ever done.
Nothing gets through. I don’t need to hear about Sean or see what he’s doing. No notifications from social media with people tagging me. All quiet and calm.
Nancy: He signed, Quinn. It’s over. I’ll be in touch and enjoy your anonymity again.