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Nodding, I reach behind me and unhook my bra, letting it fall to the floor. On my right breast, there is an angry red bite mark surrounding my areola. Kai sucks in a harsh gasp when he sees it. “Fuck, ReRe. I’m going to fucking kill him.” There is one more click of the camera shutter before he places it on the desk.
When our eyes meet again, there are so many unspoken words. I’m sorry. It’s not your fault. I know. I love you. My mind flashes back to the moment in the hospital when Kai confessed his feelings to me, and I want nothing more than to go back in time and make a different choice. The right choice.
My body moves before my mind realizes what’s happening. I close the gap between us, pressing my body against his. He opens his mouth to say something, but I quiet him with a kiss. Kai stills, his hands hovering inches away from my skin, his lips unmoving, unsure of what to do. My hands travel up his chest, grasping his shirt tightly in my fists, and I pull him to me, pressing my lips more firmly against his, begging for more. Desperate for him to erase the ghostly memory of Dom’s touch and replace it with his own. After a long, tense moment, the rigidity of Kai’s body melts away, and he pulls me into him, enveloping me in his embrace. His lips part, his tongue licking the seam of my own, seeking entry. I part mine, granting him entrance, and our kiss goes from timid, nervous and hesitant to all-consuming in the span of a heartbeat.
A soft moan escapes me as Kai deepens our kiss. I become dizzy and forget how to breathe. Everything about this feels so right, I can’t believe I didn’t accept it before. My skin burns under his touch. I want more. I want it all. Suddenly we are moving, the backs of Kai’s legs hitting the bed, forcing him to sit.
I push forward, climbing on his lap, never breaking our kiss, refusing to go another moment ignoring how I feel about him. Settling onto his lap, I feel the hardness of his erection pressing through his joggers. Grinding my core down on him, my panties grow damp from arousal from the effect his kiss is having on me. I lose myself as I rock my core along his shaft, shudders running down my spine as I build a rhythm that gets me close to release. Our breathing becomes erratic as our kissing becomes a frenzied tangle of tongues. And then I’m there, with one perfect thrust up from Kai, giving my clit the friction I need to go over the edge.
“Kai…” His name is a prayer on my lips. One I hope I will get to repeat over and over and over.
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
KAI
Serena is on my lap, her chest pressed so tightly against mine I can feel her thundering heartbeat, our foreheads pressed together as we breathe each other in, lost in this moment I never want to end. She’s whispering my name like a prayer, and it is the sexiest thing I have ever heard. My dick aches with how hard it is, and all I can think about is how only two thin layers of damp fabric separate us. I can feel the wet heat from her release soaking into my joggers, and it takes every ounce of self-control I have to not take this further. Not to flip our positions and drag those soaking wet panties down and sink inside of her. To really make her mine.
Serena must have other ideas, because the feeling of her hands trailing down my chest to the waistband of my sweats pulls me from my filthy as fuck fantasy. “Baby, no.” Gently, I take her hands in mine, holding them against my chest, stopping her progress. Serena leans back, hurt flashing in her beautiful hazel eyes.
“You don’t want me?”
My heart cracks at the rejection lacing her words. “No—yes, God, baby, it’s not that. I promise you it’s not that. I’ve never wanted anything more.” My own words come out in a confused jumble as I desperately try to will the blood in my body to return to my brain before I fuck things up between us.
“Serena, don’t ever doubt how much I want you. That isn’t in question. I want to do right by you. That’s all I’ve ever done and all I ever will do. And as much as I want to take things further, I can’t. Not right now. Not yet. I don’t want our first time to be when you’re vulnerable and hurting. I want you to be whole and happy and ready. I want you to want it because you want me, not…not just to erase the memory of him.”
Something flashes in Serena’s eyes at my denial. Hurt? Apology? Rejection? She opens her mouth to speak, but I quiet her with a gentle kiss to her lips.
“Do not apologize for what happened, ReRe. It was probably the best moment of my life. I just want to wait for the right moment to take this further. We’ve been dancing around these feelings for a lot longer than I think either of us realize, and I’m okay with waiting a little longer. Let’s get you checked out and safe from that motherfucking pig first, yeah?” A small smile plays at the corners of her mouth as she nods in agreement.
“You’re right, Kai. Thank you…” She trails off like she’s thinking of what to thank me for, her eyes glazing over like she’s lost in thought. When she comes back and refocuses on me, there is nothing but love shining in the kaleidoscope of colors in her irises. “For everything.”
Serena climbs off my lap and puts her clothes—my clothes—back on. I try to subtly adjust my raging hard-on, but the sight of her wearing my clothes, lips swollen and red from my kisses, makes getting rid of it a Herculean effort. In an attempt to cool the raging inferno burning inside of me, I change the subject.
“Do you have a way to get in touch with your mom’s friend? Do you know where she is?”
“I have her number memorized. She’s been an emergency contact for me since I was in kindergarten. Give me your phone, and I’ll call her.”
“Here, I’ll, uh, be right back.” Handing over my cell phone, I excuse myself to the bathroom to splash some water on my face and deal with the goddamn tent pole in my pants.
In the safe confines of the bathroom, I find myself staring into the mirror, trying to figure out how my life took such a weird fucking turn. Making out with my best friend so hard in a shady motel room, after rescuing her from her abusive boyfriend, I nearly came in my pants. Somehow one look from Serena has me reverting back to my early puberty years ready to blow a load over the swimsuit issue of Sports Illustrated.
I can hear her talking in hushed whispers in the other room. I should go out there and support her through this but…glancing down I see my dick hasn’t gotten any less hard. “Fuck it.” Knowing the quickest way to deal with my not-so-little problem will be just dealing with it, I pull my dick out and swipe my thumb over the tip where precum is already beading up. Closing my eyes, I conjure up the memory of Serena grinding down on me while her sweet, perfect pink tongue danced with mine. The way her dusky mauve nipples pebbled and rubbed against my chest as her breathing became more erratic and turned into whiny, needy little moans. I squeeze my shaft tighter as I increase the pace of my strokes, the tightening of my balls and pressure building signaling that I’m close to release. I think of the way my name sounded on her lips as she came all over my crotch just from grinding on me, and that does it. My release barrels through me, and I lean over the counter, spilling into my hand, making a fucking mess. It’s only slightly less embarrassing than jizzing in my sleep because of a wet dream, but it’s better than losing my fucking mind and taking advantage of Serena in a vulnerable moment.
Leaving the bathroom, I find Serena sitting cross legged in the middle of the bed, her phone call finished. She glances at my crotch before making eye contact with me and flashing me a knowing grin. “All better?” Her tone is teasing, and the tension I had been holding in my shoulders from the restraint of holding back from her loosens.
She’s fine with what happened. She’s not upset with me. Flashing her my best panty-dropping grin, I respond, “As good as it’s going to get for now, but Rosie and her five sisters have nothing on you, baby.”
She rolls her eyes at me, and whatever insecurity she was feeling before I disappeared into the bathroom to jerk off is gone.
“So, did you talk to your mom’s friend? What’s the plan?” I climb on the bed next to her. I pull her into me and lie back so she’s on her side—halfway on top of me—with her head resting on my chest. This isn’t the first time we’ve ever cuddled, but it’s the first time it’s felt like more than just cuddling. It feels like two pieces of a puzzle finally coming together.
“Yeah, I talked to Ari. She’s working nights and won’t be off until tomorrow at seven. I don’t know if I’m ready to go to a hospital, but she said we could come over in the morning and talk. She says she knows some people we can trust if I do decide to report my abuse, but she understands why I’m hesitant.”
I give Serena a reassuring squeeze and kiss the top of her head.
“That sounds like a plan to me, baby.”
“Baby?” Serena lifts her head so she can look at me, a smile playing on her lips. “That’s the third time you called me that. Is that my new nickname?” Her tone is teasing, but I pick up a hint of hopefulness in it.