44. CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
I’m sprinting. My labored breath is ringing in my ears.
I leap over some rubble and just make it to the shelter of a dilapidated building before a barrage of bullets rain down on me.
I take a moment—back pressed against exposed concrete—and file through my arsenal to find my AX-50; magazine full.
Scanning the room, I eye the stairs, but they’re on the other side of an open window. Crouching, I commando crawl beneath it and bound up to the second floor.
It’s a bedroom. Well, it was at some point. Now it houses a bare bed frame and a dirty mattress upright against the wall.
I creep to the window that’s lightly sheltered by torn curtains.
Rifle resting on the sill, I bring my eye to the scope and scour the horizon, then down through the buildings.
Target spotted.
Finger on the trigger.
Three.
Two.
One—
A hand grazes my inner thigh.
I hesitate.
“Goddammit, Kendrick! Take the fucking shot!”
“I am!”
I shut my eyes tight to pull my focus back.
Opening them, I press my socket to the scope. Finger poised—
This time it’s the warm wetness of a tongue lapping at the baseline of my underwear.
“Kendrick! Now!”
I moan into the headpiece.
“Jesus Christ, Kendrick. Have you got some chick there sucking your dick?”
“No, I’m good.” I can do two things at once.
“McCormack is down! Kendrick, take the fucking shot!”
“Are you seriously going to ignore me to play that stupid game?”
I breathe deeply. Line up the shot.
“Take it!”
The heat between my legs is undeniable.
Plump lips are pressed against my balls.
The screen goes black.
“Kendrick, you motherfucker! I hope she’s worth it!”
“ He is. One hundred percent,” I groan into the mic and slap my laptop shut. “That was mean.”
“Well, I’m in your bed practically naked, and you’re more interested in people you’ve never met. So I took matters into my own hands.” Kai’s kisses traverse my cock as it strains beneath my underwear.
Fingers under his chin, I stop him and make him look at me. “How quickly you’ve forgotten yesterday’s conversation.”
His eyes sizzle up at me a moment before his right eyebrow waves at me. “That’s not the kind of killing I’m interested in.”
“Can beggars really be choosers?” I chuckle and pull his body higher onto mine. “I’d rather not have any blood on my hands if I can help it.”
“How ‘bout something less red, more—”
“Not happening, Kai.”
“Denying me means denying yourself, too.”
I comb my fingers through what is now mostly dark brown hair. “I’m not denying myself of anything.”
“So you don’t want me to suck you off?”
“Don’t turn this around.” I smack him lightly on the cheek. “This has more to do with you needing to keep your mouth occupied, and my fingers have been busy for the last hour.”
“I can start smoking again.”
“Being bratty when you aren’t about to fuck me is not nearly as endearing as you might think it is.”
Kai pushes himself up so he’s kneeling between my legs and leaning over my stomach. “We can do that if you like.”
With a grumbling, “Kai!” I put my foot on his shoulder and nudge him off of me. “We have to leave in twenty minutes.”
“That’s plenty of time.”
He sure does know how to make my life difficult.
I am a man, after all. And Kai’s mouth is my favorite place to be. But I’m trying really hard to make a point here.
I probably shouldn’t be looking at him then. Slumped against the wall, one leg out straight and the other bent. Wearing nothing but navy blue boxer briefs and switching up between gnawing on the inside of his cheek or his bottom lip because he ran out of gum this morning.
“You clearly like what you see.”
To hell with that cocky Canadian accent of his.
“Of course I do.” I get up from my bed and rearrange myself in my underwear.
“My mouth is very empty.”
Goddammit. Don’t pout your lips. “Then it’s a good thing we’re leaving for dinner soon.”
“But I’m hungry now.”
And I’m a fucking saint for being this strong.
Unable to look at him any longer, I start kicking amongst the piles on my floor.
“Pick something that’s been ironed, would ya?”
“And what would His Highness like me to wear?” I snap.
Kai huffs—no, he scoffs, and looks at me as if to say, that’s rich coming from you.
I feel a scowl forming to accompany the guilt that’s been welling in my stomach for weeks, so I put my head back down and continue scuffing about. “What shoes should I wear?”
“Where are we going?”
“Fernanda’s.”
“I fucking hate tapas. It’s so expensive.”
I can’t help but snicker. “Good thing you aren’t paying for it, then.”
Kai extends a leg and kicks me. “Your black Vans… And your vintage Hilfiger’s.”
“Aren’t blue jeans a bit casual?”
“We’re gonna be the best looking couple out tonight, so they won’t turn you away.”
“It still awes me how you always manage to work in a compliment for yourself.”
He kicks me again, and as I turn, I reach back and slap him just above the knee. And the feeling of Saran wrap against the back of my hand is instantly accompanied by Kai’s cursing.
“Bitch! What the fuck did you do that for?”
“I’m sorry.” I try to hold in my laugh as I reach for his leg. “But it’s kinda your own fault.”
“How do you figure that?”
I point back to where I was standing, then to where he kicked me.
“I didn’t hurt you, though.” He scratches at his thigh.
“And I didn’t tell you to go and do something stupid like getting my name tattooed on your leg.”
Arrogant and sexy as hell, Kai’s mouth curls on one side, the tip of his tongue snakes over his left canine tooth, and his eyes pierce through me.
Screw difficult. This man is impossible to keep a level head around.
“You knew what you were doing.”
“Did I?”
“So you weren’t trying to claim me when you took a black Sharpie and scribbled your name on the most prominent vacant real estate I had left?” The words drip from his lips like molasses and I focus on his tongue as it travels around his mouth, pushes on his cheeks, then comeback to glide across his teeth.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
His left shoulder jerks in the most apathetic shrug I’ve ever seen. “Guess I don’t need to wear shorts in the summer, then.”
He got me.
Hook, line, and sinker.
“And I guess you can find something else to suck on.”
Before he has a chance to reply, I shove him back and head to my wardrobe.
“Don’t you walk away from me.”
“I’m only doing what I’m told.” I glance back at him with enough spoiled brat energy to make even the strongest man self-combust, because I’m that much of a glutton for punishment.
I can feel Kai’s eyes on me just as heavily as if they were his nails scratching my skin, and I have to consciously take a deep breath because it’s far too easy to get drunk on the dominance that radiates from him whenever he tries to prove a point.
Dinner is going to be hard.
I mean, if he’s gagging for it this much, I really should just let him blow me.
But…
God, the buildup is addictive.
And when you have a boyfriend as chronically orally fixated as I do, it’s so fun to tease him to the point of eruption. It takes edging to a whole other tyrannical level. Lips swollen pink from his own desperate need for the itch to be scratched. Eyes hazy with lust. His mouth—like a dog—salivating, spit pooling beneath his tongue in desperation.
It’s disgusting how much I love it…
I take my navy and white striped Henley from its coat hanger and pull it over my head.
“You’ve only got ten minutes now and you still have to get the van.”
“Don’t tell me what to do.” This time he does huff, but the bed creaks beneath his weight as he moves.
“Just get moving.” Back still to Kai, I takeout my black Balmain biker jacket, then close the closet.
With another huff, I hear him pull on his sweatpants and trudge to the door.
“Make sure your hair’s pulled up. You’ve had it out since yesterday.”
I smirk to myself as he slams the door behind him.