Kid
: Chapter 48

“Twenty minutes is twenty minutes too long, Han,” I whine in the driveway as she tries to get out of my grasp.

“Baby, I’ll be right back over, I promise,” she says, giggling when I pull at her outstretched arms, bringing her back into my chest. “Besides, you really need to talk to Hawke. He wouldn’t be texting you like crazy if it wasn’t important.”

She’s right. He’s been blowing up my phone since the drive back, and I’m thinking it has to do with a certain surprise he needs help with. A surprise that even the most confident of men tend to lose a little faith in themselves over. A proposal.

“Tell me you’ll come right back,” I say firmly, wrapping her arms around my waist again and locking her to me. “No wasting time. Get your hot little ass back here to me.” I grip her ass in my palms, squeezing it roughly before spanking her. “Mine.”

She fake bites at my nose before pecking it with a quick kiss, leaning back to say, “Yours, Big Bird.”

Fuck me, I’m crazy about this chick.

I finally release my hold on her as she jumps back into the van to change clothes and grab an overnight bag to stay with me. I insisted she didn’t need any clothes at all, and that showering with me is actually better for the environment, but she made it a point to leave me so I’d be forced to talk to Hawke.

I walk into the house, smelling something delicious cooking as soon as the first wave of air hits my nose.

“Honey, I’m home!” I call out, seeing Cole in the kitchen.

“Kid!” she squeals, wiping her hands on a towel before running and jumping up on me. “The man himself is finally back.”

I swing her in a circle, then put her down, placing my hand in hers as I waltz with her to whatever classical music she has playing in the background.

“What is this? Chopin? You’re really trying to get cultured now that you’re a big girl living near L.A., huh?”

Her laugh warms my heart as she pushes off of me. “Shut up, idiot. It’s just some classical piano station on Pandora. Helps me cook, makes the food taste better too, I think.”

“Well, it smells good as hell,” I follow her to the counter. “What’s the occasion?”

A smile breaks across her face. One that I know has everything to do with a certain friend of mine that stole her heart.

“It’s Sunday night, and my man needs to eat. No occasion.” She grabs some dressing and begins coating the lettuce in the bowl before her.

“You’re such a good girlfriend, Cole.” I lean casually on the island with an elbow. “Always keeping your man’s stomach full and his balls empty.” I sigh.

“You never change, do you?” She cocks her head back at me.

“Only for the right one,” I reply with a cheeky grin.

“Like my sister?” she asks, her eyes coming up from the salad she’s tossing, eyebrows raised.

My smile shifts.

“There,” she says, pointing at me with a large salad fork. “There it is.”

“There what is?” I scoff.

“Your smile changed from your goofy, smart-ass smile to a real one. I saw it. You really like her.” She drops her fork, looking out across the living room. “Oh God, you love her, don’t you?!”

“Aw, don’t get sad now, baby. If we keep it in the family, it’s not considered cheating.”

“She’ll skin your dick for even saying that, ya know. The jokes are over. Jo-Jo don’t play when she replaces someone. If that’s what this is? Are you guys seriously together? What is happening?!” She runs her hands down her face.

My expression turns serious as I stand upright. “We are. Time to accept it and move on, Cole.” I shrug my shoulders. “It’ll be tough. Tears will be shed, drunk attempts at getting me back will happen, but if we go into this knowing our affairs will be limited to holidays and birthdays, we’ll replace a way to make it through. Together.”

Her lips stretch into a flat line. “God, you’re an idiot.”

“That’s not what your sister said. More like, ‘God, you’re so good at this!’” I fake a woman’s moan.

She tosses lettuce at my head. I let the leaves fall down my chest as this reaction was expected. She tries to hold in her laugh before offering me a light smile, returning to her salad.

“So, how was this weekend? What did you guys end up doing?”

Deflect. Deflect immediately.

“If I told you, you’d want me even more than you already do.” I give her my cheeky grin. “I’m just not ready to break my man’s heart.”

“Break who?” Hawke’s deep voice echoes through the hallway as he approaches us from the bathroom.

He’s shirtless, of course, wearing only a towel while he rubs another one over the top of his wet, dark hair, somehow flexing every muscle in his abdomen as he walks.

“Put some clothes on.” I scoff. “No one needs to see this.”

“I do,” Cole says in a seductive voice, running her hand down his tattooed chest as he leans forward to kiss her forehead.

“Cole, please,” I roll my eyes. “A minute ago, you were telling me how all that muscle turns you off. That you’d rather discover what it’d be like with a tall, lengthy man. A man who has personality and flare, rather than bulk and stamina.”

Hawke tries his best not to crack a smile while staring at me, but neither of them can hold it in.

“Think she likes her choices, man,” he says, running the towel down his chest where a drop of water runs effortlessly down his deep cuts. Cole’s practically salivating all over him, as if they haven’t been home fucking the entire weekend.

Lights shine through the window, indicating my girl is back. Hawke catches onto it.

“She know about the lack of stamina?” he asks, pointing a thumb towards the doors as Cole laughs into his side.

“Fuck off,” I retort, running around the island to head out to see Han. “She loves where I carry my bulk!”

I hear Cole groan in disgust as I walk outside to see Han’s vehicle parked in the oversized driveway next to my car. She’s staring over at it with an odd expression as she wraps her canvas bag over her head to sling across her shoulder, getting out of hers.

“Did we forget one, or…?”

I draw my attention towards my car and I see it.

Blood everywhere.

A headless rabbit sprawled out on the hood of my car.

My stomach drops and immediately I’m hit with a wave of anxiety. My eyes dart down the dimly lit street, searching cars and houses nearby for anyone that could be watching us.

Walking closer, I see the words ‘better be quick’ spread in blood. My heart is racing as my mouth becomes dry at the sight.

Jesus, fuck.

Han walks around her vehicle to inspect it, so I quickly take the rabbit’s leg, smearing the words out with his body before she can see it.

“I, uh…accidentally hit him when I ran to the gas station. Tried to swerve, but hit the poor little guy.” I absentmindedly toy with the shell of my ear, standing in front of the car as I study her eyes. “Picked him up so we could bury him properly.”

She stares at the body for a second, and I get nervous. I swallow, opening my mouth to say something else, maybe a reason for the decapitation, when she says, “Well, at least it looks like it was quick. Flipped on the hood and everything?”

I nod my head. “Quick indeed.”

After dinner with Cole and Hawke, Han and I retreat to my room for the night, but not before Hawke pulls me into the hallway for a quick chat.

He’s anxious as fuck, but explains how tomorrow is the day he’s planning his proposal. He wants us to make sure to both be at the house before dinner as part of the surprise. I agree to make it happen, and consider telling him about the rabbit incident, but at the last minute decide against it. I don’t want him panicking. I can handle this.

I get back into my room, jumping for the bed just as Han slips into her oversized black t-shirt, taking off her shorts and staying in her lace panties. She crawls up the mattress, scaling my body, and straddles my shirtless form as I open the comforter for her. Her hands are on my abdomen, her thighs spread wide, and she tilts her head to the side, looking at me with the cutest grin and something on her mind.

“I think I like spending time with you,” she says with a wrinkled nose.

“You think?” I ask, running my hands up her smooth thighs.

“I just realized I’m not sick of you yet. Like, at all. And we’ve spent a lot of time together.”

Her seriousness makes me laugh. “That’s how it’s supposed to be, sweetheart.”

“Well, anyway, I think we should get tattoos.”

My eyebrows raise in surprise. The girl goes from being surprised that she enjoys hanging out with me to wanting couples tattoos. I fucking love her.

“I’m down,” I say immediately. “Set up the sesh.”

She grabs my chin, leaning forward so her hair is framing her little heart-shaped face. “I’m serious, Kai.”

“Me too, Han.” I copy her serious mannerisms.

She sighs, rolling off of me and laying down beside me, facing the ceiling by my side.

“But what will we get?”

“You pick mine and I’ll pick yours. We’ll be cliche as fuck,” I grin excitedly.

She’s quiet for a second, then pops up on her elbow, facing me.

“Okay, but it has to be something no one else will understand besides you and I. Something personal. Something rare.”

“I think there’s already something pretty personal on you,” I reply with a deeper tone, my eyes narrowing as I pull her leg back over mine, running my hand up along her hip where a certain initial remains lightly embedded into her flesh.

Her eyes flutter lightly when I touch the letter, her lips parting as we stare into each other.

I chew on my bottom lip as the air between us changes.

“Kai,” she whispers, her fingers tracing along my chest.

I grip her wrist, pulling her back on top of me to straddle my growing hard-on because I like the way it feels.

“What’s wrong, babygirl? Daddy Kai is here to make it all better.” I smirk up at her, sticking my tongue between my teeth.

“You’re not going to leave me, are you?” she asks softly, refusing to make eye contact.

My silly smirk fades into concern. “What are you talking about?”

“I mean, at the end of the summer. We’ve never really talked about it. Are you staying in Cali or going back home?”

“Is that even really a question?” I laugh, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at me. “I’m wherever you are, Han. I’ll replace a way to stay. Find another job to make more money if I need to, an apartment…whatever it takes. I’m not leaving. Fuck no, never.”

She stares at me silently for a moment, almost registering my words.

“We should probably just move in together,” I suggest with an eager nod. “I’m a great roommate. I’m clean, except in the bedroom. Respectful, except in the bedroom. I always pay up, especially in the bedroom.”

This finally breaks her, and she laughs. There’s that smile I love.

“Oh, okay, you’re just gonna move in with me? Sure.” She rolls her eyes.

“Why not?” I ask, my smile gone.

She looks back and forth between my eyes, her forehead creasing slightly. “You serious right now?”

“I mean, fuck, we’re together every night anyway. I wouldn’t mind waking up to this ass every day.” I give her a tight squeeze, biting my lip.

I can tell she’s processing the pros and cons of it in her head at the moment.

“Your rent would be cheaper,” I add in, cocking a brow.

“It’s not the rent I’m worried about,” she rolls her hips so her sex presses into mine. “I’d tie you to the bed until you paid up.”

My mouth drops open and a groan escapes me. “Take what you need, landlady.”

She laughs, dropping her head to mine, an unsure look still plastered on her face. “This is crazy, Kai.”

I lick my lips at the sudden closeness of her mouth to mine. I’m amazed that I only want her more with every second we’re together, that her scent can still cause my skin to awaken, my hair to stand on end. I eye her lips, breathing her in. “That’s the best part about it.”

Practically hearing her heart racing beneath her delicate skin, I gently wrap my hand around her throat, my fingers splaying out, covering the entire front with my forefinger and thumb, and the side with the rest. Her pulse is pounding as her breaths become labored.

I reach down beneath her, pulling my gym shorts down my thighs while our eyes remain locked, letting her know what I need. She leans forward into my hand, reaching up and holding my wrist. She takes my hand, turning it so my pinky is under her chin and my thumb and forefinger are around her neck by her collar bones.

She lowers herself down my thighs, her eyes becoming dark with lust, and my brows knit with confusion.

“I want you to feel yourself in my throat,” she says in a sensual tone.

My eyes drift into the back of my head as she wraps her lips around the swollen head of my cock, twirling her tongue the way that I love. I groan as she licks the side of my shaft with her tongue ring, wetting the surface before doing exactly as she says, taking me in her throat. I thrust my hips up into her while holding her neck. It feels so fucking good, so bad. I love doing dirty, nasty things to her, just as she loves being a naughty little slut for me.

I fuck her soft, velvety throat until her eyes are watering and she’s choking around me. I pull out as she catches her breath; the spit dripping down her chin as my cock shines with her saliva. Her swollen lips call to me, so I pull her up my body, quickly lifting her shirt over her head before bringing her back down to me by her neck.

We’re suddenly in some sort of rush to connect. I grab her breast with my other hand, cupping her perky weight as she moans into the kiss. She runs her teeth along my bottom lip as I pull her thong to the side, lining the swollen head of my cock at her entrance.

“I want to feel myself in your stomach,” I say before pushing the tip of myself into her wet heat.

“Oh, fuck,” she moans against my lips, her eyes sealed tightly as she sinks down on me.

I feel her spasm around me as I stretch her, pushing deeper and deeper until I see her swallow all of my cock, and the thick root of me is all that remains. I place my hand on her lower abdomen, above where we connect, as I pull out and drive back into her again.

“I love that shit.” I groan, feeling myself deep up inside her from the outside. “Hitting my girl deep.”

Her legs spread further apart on me as she tries to accommodate me, the angle of her above me driving me deep. I drop my thumb, replaceing her swollen pink clit. Slowly rubbing it in circles, her head drops back as she rides me, her hips rolling to meet my thrusts.

She shudders as we pick up the pace, and a loud cry slips through her lips. My eyes widen, and I stall the movements abruptly. I roll her over so I’m on top of her now and pull out, quickly flipping her onto her stomach beneath me, leaning over to replace her ear.

“We ain’t at home yet, baby. You gotta scream into that pillow.”

I roll her lace thong down over her ass before sealing her legs together with my knees on the outside of her thighs. Gripping her soft flesh in my hands, I pull her open. I bend down as she arches her back, licking her from behind. Her fists grip the pillow before as my tongue replaces its way to her ass. She squirms beneath me, so I spank her roughly.

“Stop.” I demand, opening her back up, sticking my tongue inside her tight, forbidden hole.

“Oh, God,” she murmurs into the pillow.

I lean back, looking at the sight that has me ready to cum, and spit down onto her before lining up with her sweet little slit. I slide back into her from behind as her muffled screams filled the room.

“Jesus, this ass,” I groan, feeling myself harden inside her as I slide in and out slowly. “So soft.”

“Baby,” she cries out, reaching her hand back for me.

I grip her hand in mine, leaning forward to kiss her spine as I continue to drive into her, making the moment more intimate.

“Let me cum in you,” I whisper against her neck as a throaty groan escapes me, signaling my closeness. “Please, baby, let me cum up in you.”

“Kai.” She moans, arching her back further, angling herself so I can hit as deep as possible.

“Jo, let me put this fucking baby in you,” I grunt, teasing her with my words.

I’m out of control.

“Kai, stop it.” She swats at me with her free hand, but I seal my body to hers, wrapping my hand around the front of her neck again.

She swallows and I feel the roll of her throat in my hand, reminding me where my dick just was, and where it is now. I press my mouth against her ear.

“Shut up, girl, you know you want it.”

I’m a psycho.

“You’re fucking crazy,” she says, her lips curling into a little grin, clearly enjoying my nonsense, before I drive into her again, the smile dropping as a moan slips through her wet, swollen lips.

“You’re goddamn right I am,” I say, turning her head to replace her mouth. I slip my tongue along her lips as she tightens around me.

I quicken my pace, gripping her neck tighter the way she likes

“I’m coming. Oh God, I’m coming, Kai!”

Her spasms and sweet moans send me over the edge, and I thrust myself so deeply inside her while her body clamps itself around me and she milks me dry.

A deep, guttural groan leaves my throat as my cum mixes with hers.

I’m panting out of control as I stiffen and thrust a few more times, emptying myself exactly where I needed to. Finally replaceing my breath, I rest my forehead against her spine, my hair sticking to her perspiration. I place a few kisses along her shoulder blade, gently pulling out of her before turning her over on her back to face me.

“Jesus, Kai, you’re seriously insa—”

I cut off her words with lips, kissing her hard until she loses her fight against me, melting into my mouth with a sweet sigh.

“Insane for you.” I finish for her. “I know. But don’t act like you didn’t know.”

She bites the corner of her lip as her lazy smile pulls it from her teeth. Her mischievous eyes stare up into mine before she grabs my neck, pulling me back down for more.

I’d like to say this woman has the ability to take my mind off everything, but the only thing I can think about as we roll around in the dark of my bedroom, is how we’ve started to work through the past that haunts Han, but I have yet to deal with the one that still haunts mine.