28. Kai
Kai
The girl is out cold, snuggled against Maddison. So are the other two pricks, spread out on the lounges in the living room like oversized guard dogs.
They didn’t even wake when I snuck out to grab a few things and let myself back in. The positives of being invisible, I suppose.
I’ve been standing here for the last twenty minutes, watching the faint rise and fall of her chest, and her slightly parted lips. Long dark lashes cast shadows over her soft cheeks, and her hoodie has twisted from fidgeting in her sleep.
Like this, she looks peaceful. As if she’s never endured a hardship in her life. While we all know that isn’t the truth, it’s nice to pretend, if only for a few minutes.
That the girl was raised by loving parents who braided her perfect, long hair and kissed her forehead before dropping her off at school. That her brothers were loving and protective and saved her from being tormented by boys instead of bringing the worst kind to her house.
She didn’t deserve anything that happened to her. But a sick, selfish part of me feels grateful for it. Grateful for the darkness that lurks under her skin. Without it, she wouldn’t be able to see me. I would scare her instead of intriguing her. My scars would disgust her.
Yet, they don’t.
I know the thought is probably one of the worst ones I’ve had yet. And trust me, I think a lot of dark thoughts. But I don’t care.
I have her and now I won’t ever let her go.
Leaning over her, careful not to disturb Maddison, I scoop her into my arms, pulling her close to my chest. Her body radiates heat from being snuggled under a ridiculous number of blankets.
“Kai?” she croaks, blinking sleepy eyes up at me as I carry her bridal style through the room.
“Go back to sleep,” I whisper against her temple.
Heavy eyes flutter, and a soft smile curves on her lips as she snuggles closer to my chest. It makes the thing inside of it swell.
She shouldn’t be tucking herself closer. She shouldn’t be smiling up at me, like waking up in my arms is the safest place she can be.
But she is.
As quietly as possible, I carry her out of the apartment. She doesn’t stir, falling into an easy sleep against me. The elevator doors slide open with a soft chime, and I step inside, shifting her weight against my chest as the doors close us in.
She’s swimming in a hoodie that is at least three sizes too big, the sleeves swallowing her hands. Worn, baggy track pants bunch around her ankles, making her look impossibly small.
It’s a ridiculous outfit.
Good.
All that perfect skin. The drawings that mark her and the soft curves of her tempting body. It’s all hidden.
Nobody gets to see what’s underneath. Except for me and my brother.
A primal part inside me feels settled as I watch her sleeping face. She’s blissfully unaware of the possessiveness clawing through my chest.
Unaware of every wicked and perverse thing that floats through my mind when I see her. How I want to debase her. Torment her. Pull her apart. Before being the one to pick up the pieces.
It’s sick, and it’s twisted. But my girl seems to like that side of me. When I was fucking her heavy tits, strong clamps tearing at her freshly pierced nipples, I savoured the wet sounds her cunt made when Kaleb fingered her.
And I want more.
The elevator doors slide open into the underground car park. Three bikes stand side by side. Ash’s has two helmets, one baby pink, with a white halo on the back.
There was a time I’d scoff at that. But now, looking at Shadow with two helmets strapped to it, I get it.
She hasn’t seen her new helmet yet. matte black with a thin metallic purple stripe around the base. She seems to be infatuated with Kaleb’s knife, so I hope she likes the matching colour.
My cock throbs at all the other items I picked up, stored safely in the saddle bag.
I perch myself on the leather seat and arrange her until she’s straddling my lap before reaching into the bag, fingers wrapping around the butt plug.
Since seeing her use one on Kaleb, I’ve been fantasising about her tight back hole.
She stirs, reaching for me. Her fingers curl around my leather cut.
Pressing the soft silicone against her lips, I whisper, “Suck.”
She moans softly, but her lips part. I dip the bulb against her tongue, eyes focusing on how her lips close around it and her cheeks hollow out. Slowly, I ease it out of her mouth. From this angle, I can easily stretch her pants open and slide the wet toy against her back hole.
When she feels it, her muscles tighten, those striking blue eyes blinking open.
“What are you...” Her words die off, replacing with a low groan as I shove the toy inside her with one, firm push. “Kai!”
She shudders, falling into my chest. In this quiet parking spot, the vibrations resound through the air as soon as I click it on, followed by her soft squeal.
“Fuck,” she groans, voice still drenched with sleep. Her eyes fall shut again. “Feels good.”
Why do I want to smile around her so much? I never fucking smile.
Reaching into the bag, I pull out my next item. A black ring gag, just the right size for me to slide a cock in.
I ease her off my chest, and she whines at the loss of contact.
“Open your mouth, Roxy,” I murmur.
She does, though nowhere near wide enough. This one will have her mouth stretched so wide it will quickly grow uncomfortable. After only minutes, she’ll be a dribbling, whining mess.
I hook the top of the ring behind her top teeth before stretching her jaw wider. The bottom of the ring slides behind her bottom teeth.
Her eyes fly open, pulling her head away from the intrusion, but I quickly work the strap around her head until it’s secured.
With her mouth stretched open and her frantic eyes, she looks like my wet fucking dream.
She tries to speak, but of course, nothing comes out. I use the opportunity to slide her new helmet on over her head, effectively shutting off any way for her to communicate.
Soon we’ll be able to hear her whine and groan and slobber all over herself through our Bluetooth helmets. Not blowing a load in my pants during the ride will be the real mission.
The elevator whirrs to life, being summoned back to the penthouse. Sleepy fucker. Took him long enough.
By the time it’s opening again, revealing a glassy-eyed Kaleb with mussed hair, I’ve revved my bike to life and have her wrapped around me. He glares at me, but makes his way over to his bike anyway, pulling on his own helmet.
With a strong rev, the motor roars and shakes beneath us, and my girl moans through the speaker. A garbled moan. The vibrations from the seat add to the ones in her ass. By the time we get to where we are going, she’s going to be a mess.
“Where are we going?” Kaleb grunts, his voice crystal clear through the helmet as he swings his leg over the seat.
I don’t answer, tearing off into the dark morning, the air icy enough that Roxy clings tighter to my back, her arms wrapped around my torso. She fidgets the entire time, that plug tormenting her just the way I like.
The city is sleeping and the roads are empty. It’s four in the morning on a Sunday, and all the sane people are in their warm houses.
Perfect time for us.
With no one around us, I can go as fast as I want. Wind whips and tears around us. Kaleb and I weave through the roads. Streetlights flash overhead in quick bursts of gold, reflecting off the black paint on my bike before disappearing in a flash.
In my mirror, I see Kaleb riding close enough that we’re almost side by side. With a rev of his bike, he boosts ahead.
Roxy fidgets again, a raw sound tearing from her. Kaleb’s head whips to the side in a flash.
“What was that?” he growls.
I don’t answer and of course, the girl can’t either. By now, saliva will be pooling in her mouth and dripping down her chin. Down her neck. The way the seat curves will be pushing on the butt plug with every jerk on the bike.
Kaleb eases his bike enough to drop back next to us, his head cocking to the side to stare at her.
“Black Cat?” he murmurs.
“She can hear you,” I smirk.
With that, I speed off. Feeling her tense and squirm behind me makes my cock ache. Kaleb groans through the speakers, and he follows close. It doesn’t take long before I’m pulling up in an empty car park.
A small little cove, with a rocky beach, sits just past the carpark. The soft lull of water lapping gently is the only thing I can hear. It’s nothing like the beaches people travel far to see. In fact, it’s a shitty, murky poor excuse for a beach that most sane people would avoid.
For me, it’s the place I last laughed. We were about five, sneaking out on a summer evening with our underwear on.
We swam until our limbs ached, and the salt stung my wounds.
When we went to leave, Kaleb slipped on the mossy part of the ramp and went ass over head.
I wheezed so hard his scowl turned into a smile.
The next thing, we were both doubled over laughing.
That night I was beaten to an inch of my life, for coming back wet and hungry. Not much felt funny after that.
I barely have a chance to slide my helmet off and inhale the sharp scent of rusting metal and fuel drifting from the harbour before Kaleb screeches to a stop and cuts his engine.
To everyone else, the rotting seaweed and salty air probably smells revolting. To me, it’s the best smell in the world. Second to smell of Roxy when her skin coats in sweat and her true musk comes out.
Kaleb’s helmet comes off, and he marches towards us. Even in the dark, I can see the hunger radiating off him. I place the bike on the stand and swing my leg off, watching as Kaleb looms over her tense body.
His fingers work the strap of her helmet, which by now would be sopping wet.
Sliding it off, he reveals my messy girl.
The ring still stretches her mouth wide open, and her hair is all mussed up from the helmet and the wind.
Her eyes are watering. But nothing like the way saliva pools in her mouth, spilling past her lips.