Chapter 36
Bastian
“Remember this?” I murmur against Kai’s ear.
I grab his cock, wrapping my fingers around both our shafts. He’s propped up against the inside of the back passenger door, exactly where I shoved him a minute or two ago.
He groans at the friction when I buck into my hand, his fingers tightening in my hair, kissing me instead of answering.
I don’t push for a reply. What happened in the alley isn’t a good memory for either of us, and I instantly wish I hadn’t spoken.
Instead of spiraling about it, I kiss him.
I kiss him so thoroughly, so passionately, that our dicks harden even more in my grip. I kiss him until he’s panting—until I’m fucking panting too—and then I kiss him some more.
I’m seconds away from coming before I realize it. It takes monumental effort to stop rutting into my hand, even when Kai makes a desperate sound against my mouth and bucks harder into my grip.
I grab his throat, but when I push him away, it’s gently. “Wait,” I breathe. “Just…wait.”
“Jesus, you and your fucking waiting,” Kai growls against my lips. “Why do you always have to drag things out?”
“Because it’s better that way.”
“Bullshit.” He thrusts into my hand, causing me to groan deep in my throat. “Quickies are amazing.”
“You’ve got so much to learn,” I murmur, chuckling as I nuzzle the side of his neck. I thrust into my hand against the side of his cock, moving at a punishingly slow rhythm. “And I can’t fucking wait to teach you.”
“Asshole,” Kai mutters, his hips stuttering.
He hesitates, then matches my speed.
With utter reluctance, if the shaking in his thighs is anything to go by.
“Good boy,” I whisper. “Such a good fucking b—”
I cut off at a rap on the window behind me.
“Hold that thought,” I tell Kai as I sit back on my heels, giving his cock one last stroke before releasing him. I tuck myself back into my pants, turning around in the seat.
Haven’s face looks ghostly out there in the dark. I smile at her, but she just stares back at me. There’s another sharp rap on the window, and every single alarm bell in my head goes off at once.
It wasn’t Haven who knocked, and they didn’t use their hand.
It’s a man holding a knife, and he has his arm looped over Haven’s throat, a manic grin on his face as he tilts his head and stares at me through the glass.
“Better let me in, asshole, or you’ll be washing her blood off your car.”
I feel Kai tense behind me and hear the furtive sound as he tries to pull himself together. Panic rolls off him in waves, but it crashes harmlessly against my own cold control.
“Kai, I need you to relax right now,” I say carefully as I reach to open the door. “Whatever happens, I need you to know—with every fiber of your fucking being—that I’ve got this under control.”
When he says nothing, I risk a quick glance over my shoulder.
He’s staring past me, at the man holding the knife to Haven’s throat.
No, he’s staring at Haven.
“Kai!”
Wild, terrified green eyes snap to me.
“I’m a monster, remember?” I tell him, my hand closing on the handle. “I’ve. Got. This.” I enunciate every word. Keep my eyes drilling into his.
Kai nods, even though his lips are still trembling.
I push the handle, briefly considering throwing the door open hard enough to knock them both off their feet. But I can’t risk Haven’s throat.
I step out into the brisk night air and close the door behind me.
I’m calm.
Kai is not.