Chapter 72 - Kai #2
Haven’s blue eyes lock with mine, and the unspoken challenge to make her stop is so fucking blatant, my lips twitch into a smile.
Her tongue gets most of the marshmallow off, but there’s a big gloop of it on my top lip that’s giving her trouble. My cock bobs as she stares down at my mouth and murmurs, “Hold still and this won’t hurt.”
What won’t—
I can’t hold back a groan when she nibbles at my lip, trying to shear the melted candy off my skin with her teeth.
Fuck, that feels so good.
I don’t even realize I’ve slid my hand onto her throat until she draws back with a disgusted sound.
“Ew, you’re all sticky.”
“And whose fault is that?”
“I plead the Fifth,” she says, a self-satisfied smirk on her mouth as she sits up again.
My groan has nothing to do with her teeth this time—she’s crushing my hard on. Her face changes in an instant, eyes going wide, lips parting.
I expect her to tease me again, but that slightly dazed expression just stays on her face as she grabs my wrist and lifts my hand.
When she slides one of my fingers into her hot, wet mouth to lick off the melted candy, I nearly come in my fucking pants. Especially when she swirls her tongue against my skin, then dragging her teeth down the length of my finger.
“Easy,” I murmur.
She swaps out my finger for a different one, smiling around the digit as she cleans it. Then she rocks into my lap until I’m barely holding back a feral pant.
“Told you, everyone likes marshmallow,” she murmurs, and then swipes her tongue over my palm.
“Eating it? No. Having you lick it off me? Fuck yes.”
She moves onto my other hand, sucks a finger into her mouth, and immediately spits it out. Her face scrunches up as she sticks out her tongue and uses the tips of her fingers to pluck at it.
“Sand,” she mutters when I frown up at her.
She squeals when I grab her hips, holding her in place as I sit up in a rush.
I don’t give a fuck what we are.
If I don’t kiss her immediately, I’m going to have a fucking heart attack.
The bonfire crackles, hisses, and pops, its warmth coating my hands where I’m holding onto Haven’s hips. But I barely hear it. Just how I can barely make out the sound of the waves as they tumble onto the beach before being dragged back into the ocean.
My mind is entirely, completely, irrevocably caught up in the girl on my lap. Every motion, every sound she makes. The way her breath catches in frantic little gasps as she responds to my kiss. How she arches into me, as if she wants every inch of her body touching mine.
I want to fuck her so badly, I can barely breathe.
Not because I’m horny.
But because I can feel how much she wants me to.
Her desperation, her eagerness, is as forceful as that day under the maple tree when she was sixteen.
I felt like a dick avoiding her away all those years ago. And all because I was scared I’d be teased. Or, even worse, judged.
A freshman dating a high-schooler.
A Hillsider banging a Riversider.
But that wasn’t it.
I was scared of my feelings. How intense they were, even though I’d told myself I didn’t like her anymore.
But the moment I saw her waiting under that tree, knee length black dress and wavy hair like she was trying to be sexy, my insides twisted into a fucking knot.
It all came crashing back.
Every time she’d made me laugh when all I wanted to do was cry. How she made me chase her through the woods until I was so tired, I didn’t have the energy to throw stones at people’s windows on the way home.
That’s what I was running from that day. What I was still running from when I turned and saw her standing outside Rooke’s class, that dopey, hopeful smile on her face like she was willing to forget every second of the time we’d been apart and just pick up right where we left off.
I didn’t hate her.
I could never hate Haven.
But I hated how easy it was for her to just shrug off the pain.
I try to keep my sticky hand out of her hair, clamping it on her hip instead, forcing her to grind harder against my dick as I kiss her until we’re both breathless and panting.
I can’t go back and change it. Any of it.
I’ll just have to make it up to her.
My lips slide to her jaw, her ear, the side of her neck. She arches for me, hands on my shoulders, her hair sliding over my face as she twists and turns to move my mouth where she wants.
Just below her ear. The shadow under her jaw. The hollow between her collarbones. I jerk her oversized cable-knit sweater down one shoulder, using lips and teeth and tongue on every inch of that exposed skin.
My lips find the scar between her tits from when we both almost drowned in the creek.
I feel her shiver, but instantly reject the thought of going back inside.
This is where we belong.
Out here, in the wild.
She gives a petulant moan when I twist away to reach for the other blanket I brought, and then sighs into the side of my neck when I throw it over her shoulders and bundle her up against me, warding her from the cold.
I cross my legs, her ass slotting in perfectly in the gap between my thighs.
“I need to fuck you again,” I mumble against her mouth as my hand slides down between us.
When she says nothing, gives me no fucking indication if she’s on the same page as me, I hesitate.
I want her enough to pin her down on the blanket and take her, whether she fights me or welcomes me.
I can do it.
She’s too weak to stop me.
But even though my chest constricts at the thought she might say yes, I push out the words.
“Should I stop?”
She studies me for a second and then shakes her head.
Our mouths meet, softer this time but still hungry. Lips sliding warm and wet against each other, tongues tangling, hot breath mingling. She shifts forward, grinding the heat between her legs against my dick, making us both moan at the friction.
She gasps when I rake my fingernails over her leggings, and again when I slip my hand behind the waistband. A shudder rips through me when I slip a finger inside her and feel how wet she is for me.
I draw back, intently watching as I stroke my fingers over her pussy. Watching her eyes roll, her eyelashes flutter, her lips part on a silent gasp.
She’s so ready for me, I could just shove inside her and she’d take every inch. So willing to fuck, even out here.
Just like the slut she—
I grind out the thought with a savage flick of my head. I grab the waistband of her tight pants and rip them down her legs. They barely go down to mid-thigh because her legs are still wrapped around my waist, but it’s enough for me to access her pussy.
“Kai?” She frowns at me like she doesn’t like what she sees on my face anymore.
Anger? Resentment? Confusion?
Who the fuck even knows?
I don’t give her a chance to pore over my insecurities. “On your knees.”
She hesitates for a second and then slowly obeys, shifting her weight until she’s hovering awkwardly over my lap. I spread my legs, giving myself more room so I can grab the base of my cock and keep it aimed straight at her slit.
“You’re gonna fuck my cock,” I grate out, jaw clenching as I try to keep out all the intrusive thoughts trying to sledgehammer their way into my mind. “If you do it right, I’ll let you come.”
She throws back her head for a laugh. “You’ll let me?”
I use my sticky hand on purpose when I grab her hair, twisting it, using that grip to wrench back her head. “Did you really think this was a free vacation? Earn your keep, Miss H, or you’ll be hitching your way back to Agony Hollow.”
Her eyes flare—not with pain, but shock.
I buck my hips up, shoving just the tip of my cock between her legs, holding back a curse at how hot that wet cunt of hers feels. “Now.”
“What made you such an asshole?” Her mouth is a thin line as she glances past me at the beach house. “Was it included in the jet ski’s contract?”
The jab should have KO’d my erection. Should have made me want to shove her aside, not shove my way inside.
I’m sure a therapist would have a field day trying to figure out why the look of cool-eyed disgust on her face sends so much blood to my dick I feel like I’m going to pass out.
“Slow and steady.” I don’t even recognize my croak of a voice.
She lifts her chin, glaring down her nose at me as she slowly lowers herself onto my cock.
“Jesus,” I grit out, the hand locked in her hair shaking.
“You like that?” she asks dryly, like her pussy didn’t just swallow my cock like a fucking boa constrictor. “How about this?” She swirls her hips, and I can barely keep my eyes from sliding shut, never mind score her technique.
“How slow do you want it, Kai? How deep?”
“Fuuuck,” is all I can get out as she lifts herself a few inches before sliding down my length again.
I hold her head in place, darting forward to nip at her earlobe. She gasps, the hands digging into my thighs gripping even tighter.
“I missed this pussy of yours so much,” I half groan, half whimper into her ear as I valiantly fight the urge to come. “You know I belong inside you, right? That every inch of this cunt is mine?”
I punctuate my declaration with a hard shove of my hips, slamming home deep inside Haven’s clenching pussy.
Her gasp does evil things to my mind. That mingled pleasure-pain ratcheting up what was already a hedonic fever dream. She bounces herself up and drives down, grinding into my lap with a frantic rocking that nearly sends me over the edge.
“Slow!”
“Fuck you.”
“Haven, slow the fuck down.”
She leans back, glaring at me with wild blue eyes. “Isn’t the whole point of this that you get to come? So fucking come.” Her hips rock harder, faster. “Come for me, baby.”
How the fuck did she turn this whole situation on its head?
Why do I always unravel when I’m around her?
Because this isn’t just sex for her. For either of us.
It’s an exorcism.
Every thrust drives out years of separation and abandonment. Every moan erases the words we should have said, but didn’t. Couldn’t.