Chapter 27
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Kash
There is no way she went out on a date with that asshat. He’s so not her type. I’m her only type, but that guy was as smarmy as they get. High-handed asshole with slicked-back hair. There was only one place to go after I almost committed murder today in a room full of people: Emma’s.
Seth stands in front of me, moving back and forth, waiting for my next move. He’s a quick fucker who won’t cry if I hit him, unlike Rhett. It’s exactly what I need.
“You want to talk about it?” Seth asks, feigning to the left to avoid my jab.
“How long do you get in jail for murder?” I ask, breathing heavily. Maybe I can still do it, just not in a room full of people.
Pausing his movements for a moment, he looks at me with a quirk of his brow, as if he’s thinking it through. “For someone tatted up like you, and as huge, eh, they’ll probably throw the book at you. Who are we killing now?”
“Marcus.” I sneer, plopping down on the mats. Fuck it. I’m done. We’ve been going at it for the better part of an hour, and my body is screaming for a break.
Seth drops down next to me on the mats. His chest heaves like mine, but somehow, he doesn’t look as winded. He gives me a curious expression, then grabs his water, taking a long drag. Pulling away after a moment, he tilts his head. “I don’t think I know a Marcus. What’d he do to Mila?”
Whipping my head in his direction, I scowl. “What’d you hear? What do you know about him?”
Laughing, Seth shakes his head. “Nothing, you lunatic, just what you’ve been ranting about in between throwing punches at me. You and Atlas have anger issues when it comes to your girls.”
“Just you wait. You’ll get yours. You and Rhett both. You’ll meet some girl and she’s going to explode your world, and you’re going to say, ‘thank you,’ then revolve it around her.”
Standing, Seth glares at me. “Fuck you, Kash. You don’t know shit.” Ripping the gloves from his hands, he throws them to the mat. “Not everyone gets to meet and keep their soulmate, so spare me.” Turning away, he heads out the basement door and a few moments later, I hear his car starting.
The hell? Quickly standing up, I run to the window in time to see his car heading down the street. What the fuck was that? Forget it; it’s hard to know what goes on in his head sometimes.
Shaking my head, I decide to head home. I need a shower and to see my girl.
Unlocking the door to our apartment, I toss my keys on the entry table.
I don’t know what crawled up Seth’s ass, but when I tried to text him, all I got was a middle finger emoji.
Heading back to my bedroom, I strip out of my shorts and tank, tossing them into the laundry basket.
Shower, then food, then explore more of Mila’s room.
As I start the shower, letting steam fill the bathroom, I wonder about what other treasures are waiting for me in Mila’s space.
Gently tugging the tie from my hair, I run my fingers through the tangles and let it skim my shoulders.
When I catch sight of my reflection in the mirror, I smile as Mila’s lips are the first thing I notice in the mirror now.
Upon closer inspection, I realize Atlas did some really good line work.
I have plans to add to it, but for now, I’ll let the area heal.
Stepping into the shower, I stand under the heat to loosen my tense and aching muscles.
Mila seemed genuinely happy to see me today, and that asshole had to ruin it.
Soaping up my body, I start scrubbing the grime away.
Thinking about the way Mila stood next to me, claiming me, even if it was fake, has my dick hardening.
Any thought I have of her makes me hard.
Grasping my cock in my hand, I stroke it a few times, trying to relieve some of the tension. I’ve barely had a taste of her, and I know it’s not going to be enough. I’m praying she comes around sooner than later, because I want the real thing. I want her.
Tugging harder on my cock, I imagine that she’s here with me.
I imagine she’s soapy, and wet, her front pressed up against mine.
When I close my eyes, I can see Mila’s form clearly.
Her brown eyes are staring up at mine, clouded over with lust. She leans forward and kisses my chest. I’ll have to tattoo her lips there too.
The water soaks her skin, cascading over her hair and breasts. She’s so fucking sexy, and the vision has my dick aching in my hand.
“Do you know what you do to me, Mila? Do you see how hard you make me, Sweetheart?” my voice grits out in my mind.
“That looks painful, Kash.”
“It is. Do you want to make it better?”
“Yes. Show me how.” She moves her hand down my body, circling her fingers over mine. “Show me what you like, Kash.”
“Fuck, Mila,” I groan, replacing my hand with hers. Tightening our grip, I tug both of our hands up the length of my cock. “You feel so good. So, so good.” I suck in a sharp breath when she leans forward and runs her tongue across my chest, flicking one of my nipples. “Please,” I beg.
“Please what?” She continues tugging my cock in tight, quick movements. “Do you want me to move faster? Or do you want it slower?” She loosens her grip, gently sliding her hand now. “What do you want, Kash?” Fucking tease.
“I want you,” I reply honestly. It’s all I want. She’s all I want.
“You have me,” she whispers, pressing a kiss to my chest before smiling at me. “Don’t worry, Casanova, I know what you need.” She smirks, lowering herself to her knees.
Looking at her on her knees at my feet makes me feel like a king. I’m going to embarrass myself.
“Mila...” My words trail off and I hiss when she runs the tip of her tongue up the side of my cock, tracing the veins.
“Shh. Enjoy, Husband,” she says before swallowing my cock whole. My knees buckle, and I almost come on the spot. Holy fuck. Her mouth is so warm, and her tongue cradles my dick like it’s something precious.
I grab her head as she bobs up and down my length, tilting it so the water doesn’t rush over her face. Her lips look so perfect stretched around my cock. God, I love her. Moving my hips back and forth, I start to thrust into her mouth.
“Tap my thigh if you need to stop. You can’t say brownies right now.”
Mila laughs, sending vibrations up my dick, and tingles cut across my spine. Tensing my stomach muscles, I stave off the orgasm I know is coming too quickly.
“Mila. Fuck, you’re so good,” I praise her. “You take me so well down that pretty little throat, don’t you?”
She mumbles a response, wracking my body with tremors.
“You like your mouth being full of my dick, don’t you?”
She nods her head then scrapes her teeth along the tip. Hissing, I grab her hair and tug her head back. “Keep that up, and I’ll edge you until you’re crying.”
Her eyes light up at my words, and she swallows around my length as it slides in and out of her mouth. I can feel the tingle at the base of my spine, and my legs start to shake. “I’m going to come, Mila, and you’re going to drink every bit of it down, aren’t you?”
Moaning around my cock, she moves her hand and plays with my balls, tugging gently on them.
“Mila.” I shout her name, rocking my hips, seeking pleasure only she can give.
Holding onto my thighs, she digs her nails into my flesh, and it sets me off.
Ropes of cum shoot down her throat, and she doesn’t miss a single drop.
She swallows every bit, then smiles at me.
Stroking her cheek, I slide out of her mouth, my chest heaving with each breath I try to catch. “Fuck, Mila.”
Coming back to reality, the water has started to turn cold, and my release didn’t make its mark, but instead is washing down the drain. I want the real thing so bad. It’s not just about getting off; it’s about being with Mila. I need that intimacy with her more than anything.
Quickly rinsing off, I grab a towel and shiver as I dry my body.
She seems to have made peace with my tattoo, and I know she’s been trying to figure out how I’m up before her.
I’ve always been a light sleeper, but I know Mila sets her alarms early, so I set mine an hour earlier.
Making her breakfast and taking her lunch is the least I can do to make sure she’s taken care of.
The more I do things for Mila, the more it brings me peace. It gives me a purpose. I didn’t realize I was missing one until her. Sure, I have the shop and the guys, but Mila is so much more. She’s my future.
Grabbing a fresh pair of boxers, I pull my hair back and swap out my contacts for glasses. She seems to like me better in those anyway.
I don’t have to go into the shop today, and I have a few hours until Mila gets home, so I head out to the kitchen in search of food. Between the workout with Seth, and the workout I just gave myself, I’m starving.
I can’t eat Mila just yet, so I guess I’ll have to settle for a sandwich. Walking out to the kitchen, I’m shocked to find Mila standing there.
I watch as her expression finds mine, and I take in her flushed face. “Are you okay? Do you feel sick?” I place my hand on her forehead, testing its warmth.
Pushing my hand to the side, Mila steps back. “Nope. I’m fine. Completely fine. Everything is good,” she rambles quickly.
“Are you sure?”
“Yep. I just need a minute.” She rushes past me, slamming her bedroom door.
Just as I’m getting ready to chase after her, something occurs to me. My bedroom door was open, and so was the one to the bathroom. A goofy grin splits my face, and I suddenly get why she ran to her room.
She heard me.
“If you want a hand, just let me know!” I shout down the hall.
Listening for a response, I’m only mildly disappointed when there isn’t one. I decide to wait her out, so I grab bread from the cabinet, then fixings from the fridge, and set out making myself a sandwich.
After a moment, I think better of it. Grabbing two extra slices of bread, I put one together for Mila as well. My sweet Sunshine may need something to eat after she gets done too.