Chapter 19 #2
I position myself near the bar, where I can watch Kendall’s table, nursing a whiskey I don’t taste.
Jameson is talking to one of the other coaches now, his attention off her for five fucking seconds.
Kendall leans in and says something to him, touches his arm briefly, then heads toward the back hallway.
I wait thirty seconds before I follow.
She’s halfway down the corridor when I catch up to her, my hand closing around her elbow and spinning her toward me.
Before she can protest, I’m pulling her through the nearest door, which turns out to be the back of the coat check room, filled with fur and cashmere and the lingering scent of expensive perfume.
“What the hell are you doing?” she whispers as I lock the door behind us.
“I should be asking you that.” I back her against the wall, caging her in with my arms. “You brought my brother. Fucking rude, Ken Doll.”
“You brought Mila.” Her chin lifts in defiance. “Something going on between you two?”
“Are you scared of losing me?” I lean in close enough that my lips brush her ear. “Because you’re close to that, especially after he’s been touching you all night. I’ve had to watch my brother’s hands on your back, your shoulder, and your waist. Do you have any idea what that’s been doing to me?”
“Good.” Her voice wavers. “You think it’s easy for me to see you with countless women? It’s not.”
“Mila means nothing.”
“And Jameson means nothing to me.” She meets my eyes, and I search for the lie, but I can’t find one. “I needed a date. That’s it.”
“Yeah, but he wants you back.”
“I don’t care what he wants.” She holds my stare. “You’ve been on my mind all night. Watching you with her, imagining all the ways that should be us.” Her fingers curl into my lapels. “I’m losing control, and I want you to lose yours too.”
“You’re cruel.”
“I learned from the best.” She pulls me closer until our mouths are almost touching.
“But you want to know a secret, Pattycakes? When I walked away from Jameson, I hoped you’d follow me.
I’ve been wet, contemplating sneaking off with you instead of pretending I give a shit about anything he’s saying. ”
My control snaps.
I grab her jaw, tilting her face up until she can’t look anywhere but at me. “Give it to me without the fluff.”
“The only person in that room I want is you.” Her voice drops to something raw and needy. “I’ve wanted you all fucking night.”
“I don’t share. Not with anyone and especially not with him.”
“Then stop talking and take what’s yours.”
I kiss her so hard that our teeth clash. My hand finds the slit in her dress and slides up her thigh until I reach the edge of her thong. She’s soaked, the fabric drenched against my fingers, and I groan into her mouth.
“Fuck, Ken Doll.”
“I told you.” She rocks against my hand, and I remove her panties. “All night, I’ve fantasized about this. About you bending me over and fucking me until I can’t think straight.”
“You’re mine.”
“I know.” She bites my bottom lip hard enough to sting. “Remind me why I can’t get you off my mind.”
I turn her around, pressing her palms flat against the wall. She arches her back like she’s been waiting for this command all night.
I hike her dress up around her waist and take a moment to appreciate the view, running my hand over the curve of her ass.
“You wore this dress for me,” I say.
“I did, hoping you’d lose your fucking mind. Did it work?”
She looks at me over her shoulder, her eyes dark with want.
I unbuckle my belt and free myself, pressing against her entrance without pushing in. “What do you think?”
“I think you should stop teasing and fuck me already.”
“Always so demanding.” I rock my hips and slide through her wetness. “Love a woman who knows what she wants.”
She reaches between her legs and cups my balls. “I want you.”
“Tell me.” I wait impatiently at her warm entrance before pulling back. “Every filthy fucking detail.”
She leans into me, and I groan in frustration.
“I want you to fuck me so hard that I don’t know what planet I’m on. I want to feel you—”
I slam into her before she can say another word.
She cries out, and I clamp my hand over her mouth, muffling the sound as I start to move. This isn’t gentle, and it isn’t sweet. I fuck her like I’m trying to erase every touch my brother gave her tonight, every smile, every whispered word.
“You feel that?” I growl against her ear, my hips snapping against her ass. “That’s me stretching you. You belong to me, Kendall. Me.”
She moans against my palm and pushes back to meet each thrust.
“You’re mine—you know that?”
She nods frantically.
“You’ve always been mine.”
Another nod, more desperate this time.
I gently bite down on her shoulder, and her pussy squeezes me so tight that my eyes roll into the back of my head.
“You’re going to go back out there and sit next to him and smile and make small talk while I’m dripping down your thighs. Every time he touches you, remember who makes you feel like this. No other man will ever give you what I will.”
“I know,” she confesses.
I reach around to find her clit, rubbing circles while I pound into her, and she falls apart within seconds. She comes so hard that I hold her up, fucking her through it, chasing my own release until I spill deep inside her with a groan I can barely muffle against her neck.
I stay buried in her as we both catch our breath, my forehead pressed against her shoulder.
“That was …” she starts, gasping for air.
“Not enough.” I pull out slowly, watching myself drip from her. “It’s never enough with you.”
“I know.”
“We’re fucked, Kendall. I hope you know that.”
“I do.”
I grab her underwear from the floor and tuck them into my pocket.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“Keeping these.”
I help her smooth her dress back down, then turn her to face me. She looks wrecked. Her lipstick is still in place, but her hair is coming loose from its pins. I fix what I can, tucking a strand behind her ear.
“You’re going back out there without them.”
“Patterson—”
I lean in close, my lips brushing her ear. “I want you to do me a favor, okay?”
“Anything,” she whispers.
“Tell him it’s over. Make it crystal clear there’s no second chance, no rekindling, nothing.
” I pull back enough to meet her eyes. “I already know how you feel about me, but he doesn’t.
He’s out there thinking he still has a shot, and I need you to end that tonight.
When my brother tries to take you home—because he will—I want him to understand who you’ve always belonged to. ”
“I can’t do that.” Her breath hitches.
“You will,” I tell her.
“Why do I like it when you do shit like this?” She shoves me back. “You’ve turned me into a monster.”
“Nah, Ken Doll. You’ve always been one. I unlocked the cage.” I open the door and check that the hallway is clear. “Fix your hair. You look like a puck bunny.”
She smiles, shaking her head. “I really hate you.”
“Hate you too, babe.” I slip out first, leaving her to collect herself, feeling satisfied.
I find Mila, and her brow lifts when she sees me.
“You didn’t.”
All I can do is smile.
Five minutes later, Kendall returns to my brother, looking guilty. Mila’s eyes follow her, and then she smirks.
“You dirty bastard. You did,” she says, giving me a slow clap. “Bravo.”
I grin and shoot her a wink, knowing the speeches will begin soon, knowing deep down that Kendall is mine.
But since Jameson wants to fuck around with me, this time, he’s going to find out.
You’re welcome, brother.