36. Kash
Chapter Thirty-Six
KASH
I was pretty sure my soul left my body. Nothing could ever fucking compare to the feel of coming inside my wife, with her tight cunt strangling my cock.
I caught my breath with my head resting on her shoulder, our loud breathing filling the stairwell. When I brought her to the see the Impressionists, it hadn’t been my intention to push my fingers inside her and make her come. She just looked so cute in her short pink dress; her hair pulled into a flirty ponytail. I couldn’t deny that exhilarated feeling of recklessness. I always followed the rules, never stepping out of line for fear of upsetting my father and facing the consequences. With Naina, as long as she was by my side, I could face anything.
I followed her into the stairwell because I thought she was upset. Fucking her here was not part of the plan. Then again, neither had been meeting her.
I kissed a trail up from her shoulder to her neck and jaw, and finally her red lips.
“Are you okay?”
Naina’s eyes fluttered open, their light brown depths swallowing me whole.
“I can’t feel my legs.”
I laughed, my voice hoarse.
“As much as I would love to stay inside you all day, we can’t do it here.”
Her eyes widened and she looked up at the ceiling.
“Oh my god, we almost got caught!”
Massaging her thighs, I eased her legs from around my waist and lowered her to the ground, biting my lip at having to pull my cock out of her. She wobbled, gripping on to me. A surge of pure, masculine pride had me grinning and Naina rolled her eyes.
I tucked my cock back into my briefs and zipped up my jeans before I pulled out my handkerchief. Instead of offering it to Naina, I dropped to my knees and pushed her dress up.
Naina made a noise of protest. I looked up at her.
“Let me do this. Please?”
She licked her lips, a blush rising up her cheeks. Funny how she could let me fuck her in a public stairwell but wouldn’t let me clean up the aftermath. She nodded in agreement.
I pulled her dress all the way up to reveal her pussy, red from my brutal fucking, my come dripping out slowly. A barbaric part of me thrilled at the sight marking Naina as mine. I couldn’t believe my luck with this woman when she asked me to come inside her.
I ran two fingers over her pussy, catching my come as it dripped out of her and pushed it back inside.
“I thought you were going to clean me up,” Naina whispered.
“I am, I just hate to do it.”
I cleaned her up gently and stood up. Naina kissed my cheek, giving me a teasing smile.
“What a perfect gentleman. Fucks me raw in a stairwell and then cleans me up with his monogrammed hankie.”
I chuckled, taking her hand in mine and leading her down one floor. Exiting onto the museum floor, Naina directed us to the restroom because she needed to properly clean up. I took the time to text Grayson to have him and Samira meet us in the lobby.
Was it too poetic and pathetic to suggest the world had a different sheen to it now? Everything felt too close and too far, like I was here and at the same time still locked in that moment I pushed inside Naina for the first time.
“Kash?”
At the sound of my name, I turned.
Any peace I felt disappeared, blown away like smoke. Just in case I thought things were finally going my way, life threw me a curve ball in the shape of my ex-girlfriend. The one everyone I thought I would marry, for some reason.
I never indicated to Leslie or anyone else that I was going to marry her. There had been a brief moment after college graduation when it felt like I had no choice other than to marry her, but Vera took care of that little problem.
Leslie now sauntered towards me on thin, delicate heels, her brown hair twisted back neatly. I felt no familiarity when I looked at her, no warmth as she reached up to kiss me on both cheeks.
“I can’t believe I’m running into like this, here of all places. You always refused to come whenever I asked before. I thought you hated museums.”
“I can make exceptions.”
Her face looked different, and I couldn’t decide if it was my memory or if her mother had finally pressured her into getting fillers.
“Running into you feels like serendipity, really,” Leslie said. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately.”
“Have you?” I wouldn’t be able to keep the doubt out of my face even if I tried. Leslie didn’t think of me even when we were in a relationship.
She smiled up at me sheepishly.
“I wasn’t sure how to contact you. I mean, I have your number but it’s not like we’ve spoken once since we broke up. You completely cut me out of your life.”
“What did you think was going to happen, Les? We broke up.”
Leslie’s cheek colored a faint red.
“We dated for four years. You could have at least tried to remain friends.”
She hadn’t exactly been beating down my door demanding to be friends with me. She had my number, right? Why the fuck didn’t she say any of this in the six years we had been broken up?
The answer was, she didn’t care about being my friend. She had barely cared about being my girlfriend if all the times she had snuck away with my third cousin were any indication.
I could have put an end to it except her cheating had never been my biggest worry. I was fine as long she played the dutiful girlfriend in front of my father.
“Why would I have continued to give you the best parts of me even after we broke up?”
Leslie placed her hand on my arm, looking up at me plaintively.
“The universe has clearly brought us together now for a reason. Why don’t we go get lunch and talk things over?”
“That’s a kind offer, but we have a busy day ahead of us.” Naina stepped up beside me, putting her hand in the crook of my elbow and forcing Leslie to drop hers. There was no mistaking the ring on her finger for anything other than what it was.
Naina was staking her claim.
She looked at Leslie, her mouth tilting up into a polite smile.
“I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Naina Sutherland.”
Leslie’s mouth parted, a breath escaping her. Something warm bubbled in the vicinity of my heart hearing Naina’s name connected with mine. It wasn’t just her choosing to be a Sutherland, it was her choosing to be mine.
“Sutherland?” Leslie looked at me in question. “You’re married?”
“It would appear so, or else it would be extremely strange for a random woman to claim to be his wife,” Naina said.
“Naina and I got married about a month ago, it was a very small ceremony,” I added. “Naina, this is Leslie Pierce. We dated at Yale.”
Recognition flickered in Naina’s eyes, if not of Leslie’s face, then her name.
“Well, it’s so nice to meet you, but we have to go now.”
“I didn’t even know you were dating someone,” Leslie said.
“Is that something you should know?” Naina tilted her head in curiosity.
“Our families are close,” Leslie snapped.
“And yet you haven’t spoken in years.”
How much of our conversation had she heard? I must have a particular kind of bad luck to run into my ex-girlfriend minutes after having sex with my wife for the first time. This did not bode well for future public sex.
Leslie’s gaze remained fixated on Naina. I could sense her thoughts whirling, probably trying to figure out what made Naina so special. What could possibly be the reason I married her. Her eyes dropped down to Naina’s stomach.
“We have to go now, Leslie,” I said.
Her lashes fluttered as Leslie’s eyes left Naina’s stomach and moved to me.
“I suppose I’ll see you in Chicago, and then we can talk.”
She didn’t look at Naina again, but the meaning was clear.
I didn’t acknowledge her response and pulled Naina away from her, leading her through the various displays to the lobby.
“So, your ex-girlfriend. The one Vera thought you would marry.”
“I was never going to marry Leslie. I wasn’t planning on marrying anyone,” I said.
“And in a beguiling turn of events, you find yourself married to an unconventional woman for a Sutherland to marry.”
I smirked. It hadn’t been a beguiling turn of events.
“I like unconventional,” I said.
“You’re just saying that because you’re obsessed with me.”
I looked at her suspiciously. She glanced at me, mouth tilting up into a sweet smile.
“You’re in an oddly good humor,” I commented.
“Guess I’m relieved at not being arrested for public indecency. You’re also a very good orgasm giver.”
A surprised laugh escaped me, and I pulled her in close to kiss the top of her head. Naina rested her head on my arm. To me, it was strange how easily she claimed me. I had no choice other than to be a Sutherland, and I never felt my family claimed me. They claimed the parts of me they needed.
Naina claimed me as I was, and everything I hadn’t shown her yet.
“What’s in Chicago?” Naina asked.
“One of our hotel’s is opening next week.”
“Why is Leslie going to be there?”
“Her father is an investor. It’s tradition for SFV to invite the investors and their families to stay at the hotel for a week leading up to the grand opening. Gives them a chance to test out the facilities for themselves.”
Naina hummed. “When are we leaving?”
We were in the lobby now and it was loud, louder than it had been when we came. Which was the only reason I thought I misheard her. She couldn’t possibly be suggesting she wanted to go with me to Chicago.
“I’m leaving tomorrow. You and Samira are going back to California,” I said.
Naina tilted her head to look at me, her nose wrinkling in distaste.
“Oh, right, now that you had your wicked way with me, you’re sending me off.”
I scoffed, pulling her into my chest and settling my hands low on her back, just above her ass.
“I will gladly spend every second of every day inside you if I could,” I whispered.
This possessiveness I felt for her was dangerous. Naina had no idea that if she let me, I would tie myself to her and go anywhere she went. Neither did my father, which was all the more reason to keep her away from him. If he sensed even a drop of blood in the water, he would pounce.
“Great, then I am coming with you to Chicago. Before you protest, wouldn’t it be odd if I didn’t show up?”
It would be odd. The wives were expected to show up. Every member of the Sutherland family, even distant relatives who weren’t officially Sutherland were expected to show up. Though, unlike the other Mrs. Sutherlands and family members, Naina had a job. A valid reason to not come with me.
“What about the Windfield?” I asked. “Don’t you need to get back and start contacting interior designers for the renovation?”
It hadn’t escaped my notice that she hadn’t mentioned the Windfield once since she came here and now, she was readily willing to escape to Chicago.
Something shuttered behind Naina’s eyes.
“The Windfield will be fine. I’ll talk to Sonia and let her know I have to go with you. It’s only one week.”
The smile she gave me was brittle and didn’t reach her eyes. How could she worry that she didn’t know me when she kept just as many secrets? If I was to guess, I would say that the two people who knew Naina well were dead, and there was no one else she could trust enough to open up to.
“There you are.”
Samira stepped up next to us, her eyes shifting back and forth between her sister and me, to our arms wrapped around each other.
“Everything okay?”
Naina flushed, stepping away from me but still reaching for my hand.
“Everything’s good. Should we get lunch?”
Naina hooked her arm through Samira’s pulling her through the throng of people. She never dropped my hand, so I had no choice other than to follow. She could lead me to straight to hell for all I cared.