48. Kash
Chapter Forty-Eight
KASH
Naina washed my back gently, so gently I didn’t even feel the loofah she was using. It almost made me want to laugh. I never thought I would laugh about my scars.
“Are you crying? Your shoulders are shaking.”
“I’m laughing at how delicately you’re treating me.”
Naina stepped around me and all humor disappeared, washed down the drain.
The water poured over her naked body, highlighting her dips and valleys.
My cock responded immediately, jerking to life. It didn’t matter that I fucked her less than an hour ago.
I needed to get inside her again, feel her soft pussy gripping me tightly.
I dipped my head, taking her pebbled nipple into my mouth. I rolled my tongue over the soft flesh. Naina gasped, thrusting her hand into my hair as her body dipped back. I wrapped my arms around her, nipping and sucking on her tits.
“Fuck, these are perfect.”
I cupped her breast, squeezing it in my hand as I dipped my head to the other one.
“Kash,” Naina moaned. She tugged on my hair.
“As much as I want to continue,” she watched me with heavy lidded eyes, “I’m starving. For food.”
Laughing, I cupped her cheek, giving her a soft kiss.
“Okay, let’s get you fed.”
I turned off the shower and watched Naina dry off. With just a towel wrapped around her, she braced a foot on the bathtub, applying body lotion on one leg.
“I was thinking we could order a pizza and watch one of my favorite movies of all time,” she said.
I watched her rub lotion over one leg and then switch to another, swallowing thickly. Naina dropped the towel, rubbing lotion onto the curve of her belly and moving up her body.
My cock throbbed and I had this impulsive thought of just bending her over and fucking her until we were both too exhausted to eat.
Get your head straight, Sutherland. Your wife wants real food.
“Kash?” Naina frowned at me.
“Right, yes, pizza, movie. Good.”
“We could order something else if you don’t want to eat pizza. I know you don’t really eat junk food.”
For her, I would eat poison. I watched her slip on a pair of pink cotton panties and then grab a cotton t-shirt.
As she slipped it over her head, her back arched, her tits jutting out.
Never in my life had I thought watching someone put clothes on would be this sexy.
“The show is over, Kassius.”
“Have I told you how incredibly sexy you are? Because this,” I waved my hand over her body, “is something else. It’s provocative.”
“I can see that.”
Her gaze dropped to where my cock was tenting the towel.
I pulled her in, cupping and squeezing her delectable ass as I kissed her neck.
“Get this ass in bed. I’m going to order food, and we’re going to watch a movie, and we’re going to act like a world outside this room doesn’t exist.”
“Okay, but can you please confirm that the girls made it back okay? You just kidnapped me from the club.”
I let her go, watching her walk to the bed. She arched her ass as she got into bed.
“Naina,” I growled.
She snickered.
I dropped the towel, pulling on a pair of sweats.
Running a hand through my wet hair, I picked up my phone and texted Grayson to confirm that the girls had made it back safe, and to order our food.
I hadn’t the faintest idea where to order pizza.
Naina was cuing the movie when I walked out of the bathroom, and she narrowed her eyes at me.
“Are you serious right now?”
“What? I ordered the food, and the girls are back safe and in their rooms.”
I stopped by Sami’s room earlier to spend time with Lucy and Jo because I missed my babies, and that’s where Reid had found me to tell me that the ‘girls’ had gone out.
That was insane.
Just yesterday morning I told Naina to stay in bed and take care of herself.
I didn’t care what the doctor said.
All I knew was that I lost twenty years off my life when I thought Naina could be dead somewhere.
I’d watched the footage of the accident on a loop, berating myself for being so fucking selfish as to bring her around my father again.
Of course, Naina would defend me.
She was protective of the people she cared for. And I wasn’t sure which monster I sold my soul to for it, but I was one of the people Naina cared about.
“Why the hell are you wearing grey sweatpants?”
I looked down at said pants.
“Because they’re comfortable?”
Naina pointed a finger at me.
“Don’t play innocent with me, Kassius. I know what you’re trying to do.”
I grinned. “Baby, I don’t need a pair of sweatpants to seduce you. Don’t act like your pussy isn’t always wet for me.”
Naina’s cheeks colored pink. I rounded the bed and dropped into it, resting my head on her lap.
“I promised you pizza and a movie, so behave yourself. What are we watching?”
“My favorite Bollywood movie of all time. It’s the quintessential 90s romance. You’ll love it.”
She hit play, and the movie started with a song. Naina settled back against the pillows, and ran her hand through my hair softly.
Was this what peace felt like? There was this odd feeling in my chest. I felt like I shouldn’t be resting and relaxing. But it wasn’t that, really.
If I dug deep, I knew what I felt was that I shouldn’t be happy. It felt unsafe to be happy. To steal this moment in time and lose myself in it with Naina.
Grayson knocked on the door about thirty minutes later to give us the pizzas, and I sent him off for the night. I wasn’t worried about Naina as long as I was with her.
I found myself utterly fascinated with the movie, and drama, and the songs.
“Have you ever been to India?”
Naina swallowed a bite of her pizza.
“Yeah, a few times. My mom had a lot of family there.”
My mother had a lot of family in Mexico, but the last and only time I went with her was just before my parent’s divorce.
I wasn’t really sure why my father allowed it to happen because he certainly never let me visit after.
“Wait, hang on,” I paused the movie, turning to Naina, “her father is just marrying her to a man she’s never met? I get arranged marriages, but isn’t that a bit extreme? At least I’ve met Crystal a few times.”
“He gave his friend his word, and she respects her father’s decision.”
“Her father is worthy of the respect, I guess.”
I started the movie again. I’d ordered a salad for myself, and I side-eyed the pizza as I ate it.
One slice wouldn’t hurt.
Naina pushed the box towards me with her finger and I gave in, setting aside my salad. The first bite was full of cheese and sauce, I might have moaned a little.
“When was the last time you had pizza?” Naina laughed lightly.
“A long, long time ago. College, maybe.”
“I get eating healthy, but don’t you ever just want to indulge?”
“In you? All the time.”
Naina wrinkled her nose, though there was a small smile on her face. Once dinner was eaten, we settled back in bed and I pulled her into me, breathing in her scent.
Naina rested her head on my chest, and it was the most unexpectedly domestic thing I had experienced with her.
“I’m sorry I said we were pretend.”
“Why did you?” Naina didn’t look up at me. Somehow, it was easier to tell her things when she wasn’t looking at me with those soul sucking eyes.
“I acted out of anger and fear. You shouldn’t have spoken to my father.”
Naina leaned up, her eyes troubled.
“I know. He’s your father, and I didn’t realize that it can create a complicated relationship despite?—”
I laughed before she could finish.
“Sweetheart, it’s not a complicated relationship. I hate my father, don’t doubt that. I was afraid of how he would react towards you. He’s not a forgiving man. I know you care about me, and I thought if I said we were pretend, it would shut down that nonsense.”
Naina cupped my cheek.
“Caring about you is not nonsense. I like caring for you.”
“And that’s a weakness, Naina. You can’t show a weakness in front of my father.”
“If you think I’m scared of your father,” she shook her head.
I wasn’t sure she fully understood my concerns, and that wasn’t her fault. As much as I wanted to tell her everything, I knew all it would do was put her in danger.
I kissed her temple.
“I know you’re not scared of anything.”
Shadows danced in her eyes.
“Um, I am made of fear. Seventy perfect fear, at least.”
“The other thirty percent is sass.” I squeezed her ass under the blanket.
“You just bring that out in me.”
She settled her head back on my chest, and I hugged her close. Naina might be seventy percent fear, but all I wanted was to be one hundred percent hers.
Her head popped again, eyes meeting mine.
“I know it excited me and everything, but you absolutely cannot manhandle me again.”
I should have known she would bring it up again. I hadn’t meant to manhandle her, and I agreed that it was inappropriate and unacceptable. If my mother knew, I would never hear the end of it.
When I saw Naina dancing with her sister, Kat, and Vera, all I felt was anger.
Because she was partying days after her accident when I kept trying to keep her safe.
“I know, I’m sorry.” I hesitated, but then decided to just tell her. “When you had your accident and we couldn’t find you, I thought you were dead, buried at the bottom of the Chicago River. I have never been that terrified in my whole life.”
Naina’s eyes softened and she leaned up, kissing the corner of my mouth.
“I’m right here. I’m safe.”
And it was my intention to keep her that way. Too many things were out of my control right now, and I didn’t like it. With each passing day, letting go of Naina became a literal impossibility, even if I lied to myself that I could one day let her go.