Chapter 22 #2
I follow Kat past the stairs and into the kitchen. It has been extended into a large living, dining, and kitchen area. It’s packed with drunk students.
“Great,” I hear Kat hiss.
A young woman is standing by the kitchen sink, her face a mess, mascara smudged down her face.
Her eyes lock on Kat, and her face crumples again. One of the other women pulls her into her arms, while the girls around her turn and glare at Kat.
What the fuck?
My arm slides protectively around Kat’s shoulders, and I pull her into my side. She stiffens before the tension begins to ebb.
“Hope you’re proud of yourself,” one of the girls says, coming up to Kat.
“Pardon?” Kat says.
“You, Miss High and Fucking Mighty. You think you’re too fucking good for all of us. See what you’ve done to Cleo?”
“Cleo?” Kat says, her eyes wide. “She was sleeping with my boyfriend. Behind my back. How is this my fault?”
Even I can’t wait to see how they can justify this one.
“She’s loved him since she was a little girl. They grew up together.”
“And that’s my problem, how? I didn’t ask him out, he asked me.”
“He would, you’re a fucking Frazer. Mummy and Daddy’s bank balance is enough to turn anyone like Danny’s head,” she sneers.
“Then she’s better off without him if he’s that shallow. I know I am.”
I catch the girl’s hand before it connects with Kat’s cheek.
The girl stares at me wide-eyed, as if suddenly realising I’m there. I would step in, but Kat appears to have this covered, only I’m not going to allow physical violence towards her.
“Back off,” I say, shoving her hand away. “You’re directing your anger in the wrong direction.”
She lifts her chin and glares.
“And who are you?” she says, her tone changes as her eyes travel up and down my body.
Really?
“I’m a friend of Kat’s.”
She wrinkles her nose as if I’ve just dumped rubbish all over the floor. She turns to Kat.
“I want you out,” she spits. “By the end of the day tomorrow.”
“Not a problem,” Kat says, turning around and heading towards the stairs.
“And don’t think I’ll be refunding your rent,” she shouts after her.
I stop and turn around.
“You might want to rethink that. Legally, she’s done nothing wrong.”
She stamps her foot like a spoiled little princess, and I grin.
I turn and follow Kat up the stairs.
I enter Kat’s room and find her on the bed with her head in her hands.
“Hey,” I say quietly. “You okay?”
She looks up, squares her shoulders before inhaling deeply. The smile she plasters on her face makes me want to storm downstairs and tell those bitches exactly what I think.
“I’m fine, Jax. It’s been a long time coming. It’s been a mismatch since the beginning. I thought moving in here…”
She stops, and I think back to what she said earlier.
“Hey, you can always crash at ours.”
She raises an eyebrow.
“No offence, but your apartment needs a health warning attached.”
I grimace.
She’s not wrong. I’ve been onto Elijah and Zach about cleaning up their shit, but neither is particularly bothered.
Someone crashes into the door with a loud bang.
Kat jumps.
I look around her room. It’s pretty sparse. She hasn’t got many personal items. A few books, some fairy lights and her computer. The TV is attached to the wall, so I’m taking it’s part of the room.
I wrap an arm around Kat’s shoulder and pull her into my side. She comes willingly. I inhale her scent, resting my head on top of hers.
“We’ll get onto the letting agents in the morning,” I say.
It’s not like rent is an issue.
“It’s okay,” Kat says. “Rach just messaged to say one of their roommates has dropped out. The room is small, but it’s mine if I want it.”
“You sure?”
She looks up at me, her face millimetres from mine.
“Positive,” she says breathlessly. “They’re more my kind of people.”
Her gaze drops to her knees.
“He’s an idiot,” I hear myself say.
“He is— He is?” she says, her eyes locked on mine.
“He is. If you were mine, I’d treat you like a princess.”
Kat flinches.
“What?” I ask, knowing I’ve said something wrong.
She shakes her head. “He called me an ice princess.”
I think back to all the conversations we’ve had, how Kat jumped in and rescued Pen from drowning, tearing shreds off us all for not noticing.
The way she keeps her younger brothers in check with love and devotion.
How she adores her parents and is hoping to follow her father into the hotel business once her degree is complete. Kat Frazer is far from cold.
Before I can stop myself, my lips touch hers. Tentatively at first, Kat lets out a slight moan, and I find myself pulling her close, deepening the kiss. She yields beneath me, her mouth opening, when her tongue meets mine, it’s my turn to groan.
I pull her into my lap, her hands sinking into my hair, pulling me closer. I’m not sure how long we sit there tasting and teasing. My body is alive, my breathing uneven. I pull my lips away, trailing them across her cheek and down her neck, burying my head in her shoulder.
We’re both breathing hard.
I pull back, my eyes scouring her face.
“Shit, Kat, I’m sorry,” I say.
She bites her lip, her gaze not quite meeting mine.
“I’m sorry,” she says, her tone serious.
Her hand goes to her hair, straightening it.
“What?” I ask.
Her eyes clash with mine.
“I’m sorry?”
“But I kissed you,” I say, frowning.
“Oh, I thought I kissed you. I was thinking about it and then—”
“You were thinking about kissing me?”
Her cheeks darken, and my chest swells.
“Elijah is going to kill me,” I say, running a hand through my hair.
Fuck, what was I thinking!
“My brother can do one,” Kat says, in a very un-Kat-like way, her tone completely serious.
My eyes clash with hers.
Kat moves suddenly, straddling my hips, pushing me back onto her bed. I lie back, her hands resting on my chest, her hips cradling my throbbing cock between her thighs.
Eli would kill me if he saw us.
“I don’t care what my brother thinks. I’m a grown woman with her own mind.”
My hands move to her hips, holding her still. If she moves, I’m going to blow my load. Fuck, I’ve never been as turned on by anyone as I am by Kathryn Frazer.
Kat lowers her face towards mine.
“I want to kiss you again, Jaxson Lockwood.”
I moan as she leans forward and nips at my bottom lip. Sucking it into her mouth. My hips buck, and she presses down against me.
“Fuck Kat,” I say, closing my eyes and counting to ten.
“You see me, Jax. You always have. Being around you makes me feel alive. I want to feel alive.”
I moan again, but this time I roll us, so I’m on top.
I drop my forehead to hers.
“You’ve had a shock tonight. I’m not going to take advantage of you.”
Kat’s fingers find the short hair at the nape of my neck, the sensation sending shivers down my spine.
I drop a kiss on the tip of her nose.
“Kiss me,” she says, her tone almost pleading.
Eli really is going to kill me, but the look in Kat’s eyes makes something in my chest lock.
I place my mouth over hers. Kat’s legs wrap around my hips, her fingers gripping my shoulder and head, holding me in place.
Our tongues duel, a throbbing, tingling warmth spreads out through my body, until I’m overcome with a sense of completeness, and I forget this is my best friend’s sister and let myself go.