Chapter 29
Seb
I hung up after the call to Anita, who was less than pleased about staying alert about a potential threat from a gang member.
She decided going on an impromptu family road trip to Mom’s was a better option than hiding at home, but she had many strongly worded opinions to get off her chest first before our phone call ended.
At the same time, Kira distracted herself by flipping through my record collection under the one window in my tiny apartment — the place consisted of a kitchen, bedroom and living room in the one small space, and a bathroom off the kitchen that was more like a cupboard with a shower head and toilet inside.
But it was tidy, unlike the rest of the apartment block, and Kira seemed to like it the second she came through the front door when she exclaimed, “Oh, it’s so cute in here! ”
That was right before Dean called with the bad news; Gabriele and his sisters were aware of shit and that wasn’t good. Everyone was on temporary lockdown, including us.
I tossed my keys and phone on the bed and ran my hands over my shaved head to interlock my fingers behind my neck.
Kira straightened from my record collection and pressed her lips together tightly as she paused by the window. “So.”
I half smiled. “Do you regret getting involved with a fighter?”
She shrugged off the comment. “Aiden got me involved.”
“Yeah, but he wasn’t fighting. Or working for a crime boss.” I peeled off my jacket.
“It’s scary, yes, but no regrets.” She wandered over, unlooping her hessian bag from her shoulder and placing it on the floor by the counter. “Some sleazy, criminal, night club owners aren’t going to stop me exploring this.” She slung her arms around my shoulders and leaned into me.
My hands went to her waist, and slowly, we began to sway from side to side. “You know it means we have to lay low for some time? Which means maybe staying indoors for more than a few days. Ordering food. Maybe staying in bed more often.”
“What a shame.” Sarcasm pulled at the corners of her mouth.
“Right? We might have to start running up and down the stairs for exercise.”
“If only there was another activity we could do that would have the same results.” She tapped her chin in thought. “I think we should think it over in bed.”
“Agreed.”
She grinned, taking my hand as she backed towards the bed. “We brainstorm so well.”
“Oh, I’m gonna brainstorm you so hard it’ll blow your mind.” I scooped her up, and she squealed with laughter as we tumbled onto the covers.
I held myself above her with one of my thighs planted between her legs as we kissed. When her fingers came to the hem of my shirt, tickling my abdomen beneath, I was more than eager to oblige and helped her tug it off.
There was no hesitation or awkwardness with us. No reservations. It was the easiest whatever-this-was I had ever fallen into, and I had no plans of going back.
Kira’s fingernails trailed along my scalp and down the back of my neck before she pulled her mouth from mine.
“Can I be on top this time?” There was a hesitant look in her eyes that made me wonder if she had been told no to that question before.
I immediately flipped onto my back and slapped the top of my thighs. “I am so fucking ready for this.”
A belly laugh erupted from her before she moved on top of me. With a knee on either side of my waist, she settled down on me and gathered her fiery red hair to one side as she leaned in to kiss me.
My hands drifted up her smooth thighs as I got lost in the taste and smell of her.
Even though we kissed seconds earlier, this one sent a whole new rush through my system. Like a factory reset followed quickly by a system upgrade when she trailed her hands down my front. She followed every dip and edge of my chest and abdomen, like she was memorizing every inch.
My stomach dipped when her hands got lower, and goosebumps raised my skin. My jeans were too tight, and she knew it. Her kisses grew heavier, and she rolled her hips in curious, slow strokes. She straightened away from me, planting a hand on my stomach as she moved.
It was like looking at the human equivalent of the sun — a very sexy, highly aroused sun — and I was completely mesmerized.
I was the moth to her flame.
I shook my head in disbelief. “You are so fucking beautiful.”
A half smile came to her lips, right under the blush on her cheeks, before she reached for the hem of her top and peeled it off. Her bra was next, and she removed it tantalizingly slowly before she cast it aside. She then crawled off the bed and put on a show of wriggling free of her jeans.
I tucked my hands under my head to watch, completely dazed by the woman before me. She had curves and subtle hip dips, long legs, and skin decorated with tiny moles. I wanted to play connect the dots with my tongue and each spot on her skin.
There was a playfulness to her movements, and while I had no clue where she was taking this, I enjoyed every second of it.
Her thong was the last thing to come off until she stood naked by the bed. She didn’t join me, though, and looked over at the kitchen counter. An idea was brewing in that beautiful mind of hers.
When Kira’s attention was on me again, she began to back away from the bed, smiling as she wiggled her finger in a come-hither motion.
I immediately propped up onto my elbows, hard as a rock in my pants, while my throat bobbed. “We aren’t brainstorming in bed?”
“Eventually.” She practically purred the word as she turned and approached the kitchen, where she walked in behind the small counter area. Her body was hidden from view as she leaned on the linoleum surface. Chin in palm, waiting. “Can you brainstorm outside of the bed too?”
I couldn’t remember leaving the bed or grabbing a fistful of condoms from my nightstand drawer, but suddenly I was behind her. With her body flush against mine, I slid my hands down her sides and admired her curves.
She breathed my name like it was her lifeline and reached back to undo my fly.
I took over, unclasping the button and pushing my pants and briefs down. My cock sprung free at full attention, ready for duty.
Kira turned her head with her lips parted, and curled her hand around my shaft before guiding it to her glistening warmth. She slid the tip over her entrance several times as I watched, burning in her grasp while I held her hips firm.
The condoms on the counter, which I had hastily thrown down, were almost becoming an afterthought. Before that could happen, I grabbed one, tore it open, and rolled it on.
She arched her ass back, offering herself as I realigned myself to her and slowly edged forward.
Kira hummed and pushed back onto me.
I was plunged into her core, settling into a depth so right, my eyes rolled back.
Kira let out a breathy laugh, one I hoped was in disbelief or pure ecstasy.
She leaned forward, hands sliding along the counter’s surface before she gripped its edge.
Her red curls slid from her back, exposing the dimples by her spine — perfect little dents to place my thumbs — and the small sunflower tattoo between her shoulder blades.
The angle she was at opened her up to me and I began pulling out and then sinking all the way back in again, gradually building a pace until every time I thrust my hips flush against her ass, she was moaning.
I revelled in those noises and needed more of them.
I cupped her breast, the soft skin like butter in my palm, and brought the other hand to the front of her throat.
All the while, I was thrusting into her hard and slow.
I gently applied enough pressure to her throat that it was more of an invitation for her to straighten and bring her mouth to mine than a form of control.
I would never want to control her. That untamed, free spirit she had was what I liked the most.
At this angle, each stroke of my cock was right up against that precious spot. The one that caused her to moan the loudest until nothing came out. There was a faint smile in the corner of her mouth as it happened. She was enjoying every second, and I loved that it was me who provided it for her.
I brought my hand from her throat and traced it down to her clit. The bundle of nerves was hot to the touch, and she whimpered the second I pressed my finger to it.
“I-I’m going,” she panted, splaying her fingers on the countertop, “to c-cum.”
I smiled easily. “Already? We haven’t even started brainstorming yet.”
Who was I to talk? I was ready to burst the second she sat on my crotch.
She whimpered in response, closing her eyes as she shuddered. Her legs started to tremble.
“I want to see your eyes when it happens.” I planted an open-mouth kiss on her shoulder and gently pulled out.
Kira turned around, and I hoisted her onto the counter and sank right back into her. This time, the motion made her breasts bob as she lay back on the surface.
“We’ll need to find—oh sweet Jesus—we’ll need to find a place that delivers bubble tea.” Her words temporarily blindsided my train of thought.
More like train of dirty thoughts.
She actually wanted to brainstorm our plan to stay indoors.
“Hell yeah, we do,” I responded, positioning my hands on her waist. “And movies.”
Thrust.
“Lots.”
Thrust.
“And Lots.”
Thrust.
“Of.”
Thrust.
“Movies.”
Her thighs squeezed against my sides as she hummed a moan through her lips and dropped her head back. Those red curls cascaded down the other side of the counter. I couldn’t see it, but I could picture it. Like a painting in my mind, she was stunning.
And getting close to finishing.
Sweat gleamed on our skin, and suddenly, I didn’t care about labels for whatever this was between us. As long as I could spend time with Kira, fucking her or not, I didn’t care about anything else.
“Look at me, Kira.”
She rose to her elbows. Head tilted to rest on her shoulders, eyes barely open, and brows pinched tightly. At the same time, she was squeezing me from the inside, building towards that final release.
We’re more than friends—She’s my everything—Don’t say I love you because that’d be weird.
I bore down, ready to finish, and she brought her fingers to her clit, pleasuring herself too. The sight caused my dick to throb before I smashed my mouth to hers and raced us to that final wall holding everything at bay.
She cried out against my mouth and then came hard, her body quaking.
I think my brain exploded as I followed suit.
Holy shit.
Still deep inside her, I leaned forward and braced my hands on the counter on either side of her body as I caught my breath.
“You good?” Her smile was a mix of exhaustion and pleasure.
I panted as I held up a finger. “One moment.”
She laughed, bringing her arms up around my shoulders as she waited patiently.
Once I dredged up enough strength to move, I lifted her from the countertop and brought her back to the bed while kissing her slowly. Relief instantly flooded my muscles the second I was beneath the covers, right beside Kira, who hadn’t stopped smiling since we got into bed.
I rolled onto my side to face her, unable to contain my own smile. “What?”
She lifted her hand from under the covers and waited for a high-five. “Great brainstorming.”
“You want to high-five us having sex?” I laughed softly.
“Uh, yes. Especially after that. It was a solid team effort.”
I squinted slightly, pondering sarcastically. “Um, I’m pretty sure I did most of the work.”
She sat up, leaving the covers to fall to her stomach, and poked my chest playfully. “Did you not see the strip tease I put on before? It got you out of bed pretty quickly.”
I rolled my eyes, still smiling. “Okay fine. Team effort.”
“Hell yeah.” She held up her palm again. “Don’t leave me hanging, Sebastian.”
I laughed and gave her that high-five, only to thread my fingers through hers and pull her close. She rolled over so her back was to my chest, and I wrapped my arms around her.
We were snuggling like we hadn’t just fucked like crazy.
“You have no idea how happy I am because of you,” Kira whispered. She hugged my arm closer to her chest. “You make me feel whole.”