14. - Corey -
Chapter fourteen
- Corey -
T he warm water was starting to feel like it was boiling Corey alive. Her face was too flushed and her head was swimming. Maybe it was from the booze, but probably from the rapt attention of the two men. Kayden couldn’t stop touching her. And Jason couldn’t stop watching it. She’d seen his eyes follow his brother’s hands along her arms, her hip, her shoulders. She’d seen the look of distaste on his face. He obviously didn’t approve of Kayden’s interest in her. But whatever, fuck him.
Kayden was sweet. A little unhinged, but clearly, he was the kind of guy to spoil his lady. Corey liked how he doted on her in public. He had fluctuated between asking her questions and basking in their comfortable silence. She had enjoyed modeling the clothes she chose for him. She’d enjoyed it more when he paid for it and carried the bags.
He was so fixated on her that he hadn’t paid a sliver of attention to all the looks he got from other women. But Corey had noticed. Everywhere they had gone, heads turned. She knew the twins were stunning, but to see it confirmed by the general public made her think her raw sexual attraction to them wasn’t just some perverse form of Stockholm Syndrome .
The panic on Kayden’s face when she’d taken off had been priceless, second only to the look on his face when he’d chased her into a dead-end alley. His prey drive was all over his face, his smile all teeth and promise. He’d looked absolutely feral, and genuine fear had gripped her body as he’d backed her against the wall, molten heat building through her faster than she’d ever experienced, the adrenaline from running sending her blood singing in her ears.
It was a similar heat that was gripping her now in the pool, and she needed to cool down.
Kayden was prattling away about how they’d built the two bikes parked downstairs. “We have a workshop, tons of bikes in there. Definitely enough bikes, but Jase, he compulsively buys them, new and used ones. He collects them and takes them apart. We use the parts to build new bikes. We can customize them that way—make them faster, louder, handle sharper turns, sleeker body. Whatever we want, really. The ones we keep here are our favourites. They’re the fastest. We’ve taken them over 300 kilometers per hour.”
That seemed insane to Corey, but she guessed when you had that much money, side hobbies became more excessive.
She wasn’t really that interested in all the details Kayden was divulging, if she was being honest. Before he’d left, her eyes had kept wandering over Kayden’s shoulder to his brother. But now that Jason was gone, she tried to tune back in. There was no harm in learning more about motorcycles and how they worked. Knowing about cars had been lucrative. Maybe there was something there for Corey with bikes.
Corey sipped the last few drops of her whiskey and set the glass on the edge of the pool. She put her hands behind her and hoisted herself out. The cool evening breeze was a pleasant shock to her heated skin. She leaned back on her elbows, keeping her feet in the pool, mirroring the position Jason had been in when they’d walked onto the rooftop.
Kayden watched her from where she’d left him inside the pool .
“You’re not really that interested in bikes, are you?”
Corey blushed. “Not really.”
“More interested in my brother?” he asked with an eyebrow cocked and half a grin on his face. So he’d noticed her wandering attention then. She expected him to be mad or jealous, but he just looked amused.
Corey’s blush deepened, and she cursed her cheeks for constantly colouring around them. She wasn’t usually such a doe-eyed, blushing thing. She couldn’t even blame it on the heat anymore, since she’d taken herself out of the pool.
Corey didn’t bother denying it. “What’s his deal, anyway?”
“What do you mean?” Kayden asked, leaning his elbows on the pool deck beside her.
She wanted to ask why Jason seemed to detest her so much. Why he kept looking at her like she was a gross stain on his suede couch. Why he hadn’t uttered more than a few words to her, spitting them out like venom from the back of his throat. She didn’t know what she’d done to elicit such a reaction. Sure, she’d slept in his car, and made herself at home in their condo, but they were the ones now keeping her here. If he’d expect her to fold and grovel, he was sorely mistaken.
Whatever had him lifting his nose at her every opportunity he got, the sentiment was not mirrored by Kayden, which made it difficult for her to pinpoint what had gotten her written down on his hate list. But she didn’t want to divulge all of that to Kayden. She didn’t want to seem like she cared at all about what Jason thought of her. Because she definitely didn’t care what Jason thought of her.
“Is he always so broody?” she asked instead.
“Yes.” Kayden replied simply, the breath he let out seasoned lightly in melancholy. There was more there, she was sure of it.
“Are you guys close?”
“Yes,” he said again. It was a happier reply, leaving a smile in its wake .
Corey had a million and one questions she wanted to ask him. She wanted to know how old he was, where he was from, where he landed in the criminal underworld, and how he’d gotten there. But as she watched the steam rise from the pool around his body, rivulets of water running down his neck and over the swell of his brawny shoulder cap, she decided not to ask.
She had already shut him down from asking questions about her life earlier. She didn’t want to owe him anything in return.
Ultimately, none of those things mattered anyway. She’d learned early on that age, demographic and job were not what defined a person.
She ran her foot along his hip, distracting him from the somewhat stilted conversation they’d fallen into. She did it again, this time digging her toe into the muscle there. She really did enjoy antagonizing him.
Kayden dove his hand into the water and grabbed her by the ankle, yanking her so her ass dragged along the deck to the edge of the pool.
Corey wrapped her legs around his solid waist and squeezed him, grinning.
“Your legs are strong,” he said, impressed.
“I’m a runner.”
“So I’ve noticed.” He pressed his face close to hers. “The question is, what are you running from, Little Fox?”
Corey preened at the nickname. She’d always just been Corey, some made-up name that a stranger had given her. It wasn’t like she didn’t identify with the name, but it felt good to have something uniquely hers—a name given to her with intention, not some random name chosen because she had been nobody, and they had needed her to be someone before they entered her into the system.
“Just running from you,” she answered back, determined not to let her mind spiral down the rabbit hole of her shitty childhood.
“Doesn’t seem like the case right now,” Kayden said cockily, holding onto her legs, still wrapped around him .
Corey shimmied her butt back, about to make a quick break for it, just to tease him. But before she got anywhere, Kayden grabbed her hips.
“Don’t move,” he commanded.
Corey’s immediate reaction was not to listen. She often did the opposite of what she was told, just because she could. At her core, she was a contrarian. She went to pull her legs up when Kayden pulled the strings on either side of her bikini bottoms, and the skimpy material fell away from her, leaving her bared open in Kayden’s face.
She pulled in a breath as Kayden took the power back.
“I said, don’t move.” Kayden repeated, pulling her bikini bottoms out from under her and tossing them further along the pool.
She was about to close her legs to protect herself from view, but Kayden shot her a glare that froze her in place, a reminder for her to listen to him. And for once in her life, she actually wanted to. He had already buried his face between her legs earlier that night. So what if he was now getting a close-up view of what he’d taken his sweet time ravaging?
His eyes were hungry, another smug smile taking hold of his lips.
Kayden moved back just slightly, eyes still on her centre.
His attention was enough to set her blood boiling.
“Show me how you touch yourself.”
“What?” She looked at him in disbelief over his bold request.
“You heard me.”
“Why would I do that when you’re right here, perfectly capable of doing the work for me?” she snipped back.
“Don’t be a brat, Corey. Put your hand between your legs and show me how you touch yourself. I don’t want to repeat myself again.” The lighthearted banter she had grown accustomed to was gone, and the intensity radiating off the hard planes of his toned body had Corey biting back her next refusal.
Corey swallowed thickly, and slowly, she moved her hand in between her legs .
She dipped her fingers into herself, bringing her own wetness up towards her clit. Corey’s arousal was plain as day as she dragged her fingers from inside herself up to her clit several more times, completely lubricating herself.
“Good girl.” Kayden praised her, eyes fixed to her centre. The thick cords of his triceps were straining as he tried to keep his arms at his sides, like they had a mind of their own.
Corey kept her attention on her clit, rubbing herself with two fingers in languid circles, her nerve endings catching fire down to the bottom of her feet, liquid heat migrating slowly through her limbs.
“Faster,” Kayden demanded.
“This is how I want to do it.” Corey retorted, refusing to let him command her when she was already feeling so vulnerable.
“Listen to my direction, or I will have to take matters into my own hands.” Amusement sparked in his eyes over her continued opposition.
“Don’t tempt me,” Corey said, speeding up her movements only marginally. But the increased friction was enough to have her stifling a moan.
Kayden smirked, catching her pleasure. “Looking for another punishment so soon?”
Corey shook her head, moving her fingers along herself faster, applying more pressure as she went. She couldn’t contain the next moan. Kayden’s nostrils flared, and the effect she had on him just added to her cresting orgasm. She was already so sensitive from Kayden’s earlier efforts, and the booze and the pool, and the stunning man in front of her had her burning up too quickly.
Corey closed her eyes and let her head drop back, moaning with abandon as a cool breeze blew across the pool deck, the temperature adding to her stimulation.
“Uh-uh, Little Fox. Eyes on me.”
Corey tilted her head back down and looked at Kayden, his green eyes locking with hers. She was beyond refusing him anything at this point .
She was soaked. She could feel her wetness dripping from her onto the ground.
“How does it feel, baby?” Kayden’s voice was gruff.
“Good. So good, Kayden.” Her mouth wrapped around his name just as another deep moan escaped her. The veins in his forearms bulged as he clenched his fists, like he was trying to stop his hands from reaching out to her.
“Do you want it to be me? Do you wish it were my fingers touching your pretty pussy on the pool ledge?”
“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, Kayden. I want your fingers on me, in me. Touch me.” She slowed her touch, expecting him to take over now that she’d asked for it.
“Keep going, Corey. I want to see you make yourself come.”
Corey pressed her fingers onto herself, so sensitive now, she was almost there. She rubbed herself faster, in tighter circles, the stimulation blazing through her. She wanted to close her eyes but kept them open, kept watching Kayden watching her , and it was enough to take her right to the edge. Her heart was racing, and her moans were getting higher pitched. She didn’t want to come yet, but had no choice against the rushing wave of her orgasm. Corey pressed down harder, and it sent her over.
She couldn’t stop her eyes from closing as she rode out her orgasm, her whole body trembling under the onslaught of pleasure. Her skin felt like a million live wires, and even as the heat receded, her cheeks kept burning as her empty cunt tried to grip onto nothing, pulsing in the open air.
When she opened her eyes, Kayden was there, a wild look on his face. Corey could barely catch her breath. It was the hardest she’d ever made herself orgasm. Maybe even higher than Kayden had gotten her eating her out, and she was still reeling from that whole experience.
Kayden held her legs open wide.
“You’re absolutely dripping, baby.”
Corey swallowed hard. “Better clean me up, then. ”
Kayden’s mouth was on her before she even comprehended what she’d just said, a long, drawn-out fuck falling from her lips as Kayden lapped her up, running his rough tongue along her inner lips over and over, avoiding her overstimulated clit. As Corey’s moans got breathier, and his tongue more ferocious, she started squirming, trying to get his mouth to where she wanted. He pulled his face away.
“Ready to go again?”
“Yes,” Corey gasped out. She was almost ready to beg him.
Kayden dropped his face back between her legs, moving his tongue right where she’d wanted it. As he sucked her, he pressed two fingers against her entrance. “Is this what you want?”
“Yes, please, your fingers. I need your fingers.” And there she was, begging.
Kayden chuckled against her, the vibration sending a zing of pleasure through her, and then he pressed his fingers in, slowly fucking her as he continued to lick.
Corey couldn’t even be embarrassed about how loud she was being, about how hard she was riding Kayden’s face and fingers. She fucked herself on his hand while he fucked her with his tongue. All it took was a drag of his teeth and she came apart at the seams, shouting a long string of fuck, fuck fucks into the night sky, clenching hard around his fingers.
She was panting heavily, nearly delirious. Kayden pulled his fingers out of her, dipping them into the pool, and then using a handful of water to wash off his face.
“What do you want?” he asked her.
“I want to kiss you,” she said. It was the only thing she could think of doing right now. She wanted to get him off too, an exchange of pleasure in appreciation for everything he’d given her, done for her—but her limbs were jelly, and she could barely formulate a coherent thought , let alone a sentence .
Kayden pulled her into the water, her legs circling around his waist again. His rigid length pressed against her from under his swimsuit, and she groaned.
Kayden brought his mouth to hers, kissing her slowly. It was different from the intensity of their earlier kiss. Her lip was sore from the bite, but she ignored it, her tongue snaking in between his teeth, greeting his in relaxed strokes.
Kayden made no move for his own release as they kissed deeply in the pool. His hands were cupping her bare ass cheeks, kneading them with a firm grip. His cock was a steel rod between her thighs. Eventually, she started grinding herself against him.
Corey brought her hands to the waistband of his swim trunks, intent on getting her hands on him.
“Easy,” Kayden said. “You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.”
“I know exactly what I’m getting into,” Corey replied, pulling at his lower lip with her teeth.
“You think you can handle me?”
Corey rolled her eyes. “I’m sure I can.”
“I won’t be gentle.”
“I don’t need you to be. I can take it.”
“What you can take and what you want to take are two very different things.”
“I want you, Kayden.”
“Say it again.”
“I want you. Right now.” They seemed to be the magic words.
Kayden hoisted her back out of the pool, his biceps straining from her weight. Then he pulled himself out, just as his brother had earlier, muscles rippling, the definition glistening in the streams of water that poured from him. She shimmied herself away from the ledge of the pool, and he crawled to her on all fours, water dripping from him. It was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen, his glorious body moving towards her with feline grace.
When he positioned himself on top of her with his knees between her thighs, he lifted his body up and dragged his swim trunks down.
Corey gasped at the size of him.
Kayden was all teeth looking down at her, a predator who’d caught his prey.
He pulled the triangles of her bikini top to either side, pressing her breasts up together. But she couldn’t take her eyes off his length. She let her legs fall open a little wider, and he grabbed her hips, shifting her pelvis up, lining himself up with her. He was leaking pre-cum, and with one hand, he guided the soft tip of his cock up and down, getting her nice and slick. Then he pressed himself to her entrance, just enough that she was gasping at the stretch.
He watched her with rapt attention.
He pressed into her a little more, the full head of his cock entering her.
It wasn’t enough.
“Kayden,” she whined. She actually fucking whined .
He pulled himself out and, with a torturous pace, pressed himself back in.
He was tormenting her.
“You’re being gentle,” she said, hoping to spur him on.
“No, baby, I’m just waiting for you to beg again.”
“Please.” It was desperate. “Please, please, please.”
“Posturing all week, and look at you now, begging for my cock.” He pressed in deeper, filling her, but still not all the way.
“Oh my god, Kayden, fucking fuck me, please.” She begged shamelessly, a mix of hysteria and exasperation, her voice higher than it usually was.
Finally, Kayden moved his hips, burying himself to the hilt. She groaned at the sweet stretch, at the absolute fullness. Kayden’s pupils ate up the colour in his eyes, just blackness staring back at her where before there had been green. She was so full that she couldn’t even move her hips in this position.
Kayden leaned over her, his hands planted on either side of her face, and he started to fuck her in earnest, pulling out and driving himself back into her. She wrapped her legs around his hips, keeping him close to her, and she dug her nails into his back.
He maintained a savage rhythm, a line forming between his eyebrows, lips parted in his pleasure. His eyes stayed locked on hers, burning with the heat of the stars.
She didn’t think she would come from penetration, but she had already come twice, and she had been craving this feeling of fullness. The steady pounding of his thrusts matched her wild heart rate.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful, Corey.”
All she could do was moan his name, grip his back with her nails, and try to keep her hips moving to match his. But he had complete control of her body, and it was useless for her to even try.
She was lost in the trance of him, holding onto him for dear life. She didn’t know the song playing from Jason’s phone, but the low bass was echoing through her body, pounding into her in tandem with Kayden’s cock.
Kayden’s hand landed around her neck, his thumb pressing into her trachea. His grip was punishing. Water fell from his hair onto her face. He squeezed her throat harder, panting over her. She tried to gasp for breath, but couldn’t get anything down.
Her hands came to his fingers, nails digging into the soft flesh, trying to pull his hand away, but he held onto her. Her vision started to blur, but she could see the wicked smile on Kayden’s face as he kept fucking her. He loosened his hold just enough for her to gulp down some air, but only for a moment before he was blocking off her access to it again.
He kept going, letting her take little sips of air, then bringing her to the brink of suffocation. Her head was spinning, vision swimming, she was nowhere, and he was everywhere. She had nothing to give her limbs, but still he kept going. Her mouth was open, tongue hanging out. She must have looked wrecked, but she couldn’t care. All she could feel was the friction from Kayden’s cock driving into her, waiting for the next sip of oxygen.
Kayden’s mouth was open now, groaning from his own pleasure.
He brought his mouth down to hers, his chest pressing into hers, kissing her fiercely. The rub of his hot skin on her peaked nipples built into a shocking orgasm that rocked her into oblivion, her pussy pulsing around him. She thought she was going to pass out.
Maybe she had, because moments later, all she heard from Kayden was “Oh fuck, Corey,” before he was filling her with his hot cum and his teeth were sinking into her shoulder hard enough to break skin.
He collapsed on top of her, rolling onto his back and pulling her with him.
She could have been a cadaver. She was so completely drained, unable to make her limbs move. He burrowed his face into her neck, breathing hard. She didn’t even know if she was breathing at all. Her brain might have turned off completely. Not even the pulsing of her shoulder wound or the throbbing of her pussy could bring her back into her body.
They stayed like that for a while, neither of them saying anything, even after Kayden softened fully inside of her.
“You did so good, baby.” His voice was husky. And goddammit, she blushed again, her cheeks heating at his praise. He ran his hands through her hair, working his fingers through it over and over, gently untangling the knots. Her brain still hadn’t come back online, and she let him stroke her hair, her arms, her back.
At some point, she was able to get her arms working enough to hold him, rather than just being draped over him like a dead thing. She ran her fingers along the ridges of his chest muscles. Cold seeped from the metal dog tag necklace the twins always wore, and she traced the engraving with her fingers.
“What’s it say?” she asked him.
“That’s off limits.” He pulled her hand away from the necklace and shifted. Somehow, he got them into a sitting position, his hand rubbing along the side of her neck where he’d bitten her, looking down at her tenderly. “Let’s go get you something to eat.”
Corey nodded, realizing she was starving.
Kayden scooped her up in his arms and stood. She felt weightless, supported by his impressive strength. He walked them to the cabana, putting her on the edge of the counter, before turning around and getting two towels out of a cupboard.
He wrapped one towel around his naked waist and then started drying Corey off.
“Do you think you can stand?”
Corey wanted to scoff at him for asking such a question, but she wasn’t sure if she could stand. He’d just manhandled her for what had felt like an eternity. She shrugged her shoulders and made to slip off the counter. His arms came around her quickly, supporting her as she got used to being back on her own two feet.
“Easy there, baby. I’ve got you.” He walked them back downstairs, and dammit, he was right. It was a little difficult for her to stay up, but his arm wrapped around her waist kept her from falling over.
“Oh my god, it smells amazing,” Corey said when they got back to the kitchen, her stomach grumbling in response.
“Jason probably cooked.”
Kayden guided her over to the counter stools and sat her down, filling a glass of water for her. He watched as she drank it down, and then refilled her glass. “What do you feel like eating?”
“I can make something. ”
“No. Tell me what you want,” he said, finger-combing her tangled hair carefully.
“You don’t need to take care of me.”
“I want to. It’s aftercare, baby.”
Corey cocked her head at him. He just smiled, not elaborating on his comment.
Jason was nowhere to be found, but two bowls of food were sitting on the counter, a plastic covering keeping them warm. Kayden followed where she was looking and pulled the plastic off.
“Looks like Jason left dinner out for us.” Kayden passed her a bowl, which was still warm, and then got them spoons, before walking over to join her at the counter.
Corey didn’t have the brainpower right now to process the fact that Jason had made dinner for her and that Kayden was feeding it to her.
Taking a bite, Corey groaned. “It’s amazing.”
“Jason might even be a better cook than I am.”
“You like cooking?”
“It’s more a necessity. We like good food, but we don’t like to go out to eat much…. too many people. We started cooking years ago and got pretty good at it over time. Jason loves to buy cookbooks and try out all kinds of recipes.”
It was hard to reconcile the Jason she knew with a guy who would go out and get cookbooks and then make his brother dinner. She filed that information away for later.
It hurt her throat to swallow the food, but Corey ate it anyway. She was so hungry, and the curry was really fucking good. They ate their meal in a comfortable silence.
Just as Corey put her spoon down from scraping the last dregs of curry from her bowl, Kayden was there, collecting her dishes and loading up the dishwasher.
She let out an enormous yawn, not even bothering to cover her mouth .
He came around the counter behind her, squeezing the muscles of her shoulders in a way that had her groaning in pleasure, even with the sharp pain of the wound. Then he finished getting the rest of her tangles out of her hair. “Let’s get you to bed.”
Kayden walked her to her bedroom door, his hands never leaving her. She stepped through the threshold, finally breaking contact, and she felt the loss in her bones.
Before she could even think about what she was saying, she asked him, “Join me?”
She really didn’t want to seem like she was begging, even though her voice came out a little pleading. She realized the dangerous place she’d landed, the attention he’d given her burrowing into her heart and anchoring there. Somehow, in the last few hours, she’d given Kayden the power to actually hurt her.
“Only if you want to,” she said, shrugging her shoulders, trying to backtrack from the vulnerability.
“I don’t usually do things I don’t want to,” he replied, smirking, and followed her into her room.