Page 66 of KAI Tortured

Kai and Logan have had their heads turned too. Good, so I’m not going crazy then.

I think it’s what she’s wearing. She’s ditched her usual jeans and shirt for a black pencil skirt, a white shirt, and a pair of black pumps. The top three buttons of her shirt are undone, her heavy breasts practically spilling out of it.

Her dark waves bounce as she walks, but then she stops mid-step and turns back to her room, and for a split second, I get a glimpse of her ripe buttocks swelling against the taut material of her skirt.

She appears to change her mind, spinning on her heel and coming back. Toward us.

She sucks her ring finger in her mouth as she walks, swinging her hips, and I’ve never seen her more beautiful. It’s like, right in front of our eyes, she’s grown. Our Maisy.

“See, see my finger? I managed to cut it while I was getting dressed,” she says, approaching us and holding up the injured finger.

My eyes are drawn past her hand to her breasts. I adjust my cock, making more space in my pants.

“It’s nothing. Let me take care of it, sweetheart.” Logan kisses her finger, and doesn’t stop there. Asshole.

“I don’t think we have time for that, doctor.” If he thinks I’m gonna delay this ultrasound thing a moment more, he’s mistaken. “Maisy?” I offer her my arm.

She grins, accepts it, and together we stroll along to the elevator, past Kai.

“So, we’re going then?” Kai asks.

Logan puts his arm around his shoulder when he reaches him. “Delgado, I hope you’re ready.”

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Kai mutters.

Emilio’s already waiting for us outside. I know Logan wants to start using his car but I think we all trust Emilio, and Emilio only drives my car. And mine can fit the four of us in the back. Logan and Kai get in first, and I allow Maisy to enter by herself. The way she moves about in her tight skirt, giving us a glimpse of her thighs, fuck, my cock will be aching all night, I know it. She sits next to Kai and I sit opposite, next to Logan.

The three of us watch her as she leans back and tries to put her seatbelt on. She knows we’re watching her. Her breasts are seriously too big for the shirt she has on. Why would she buy a shirt so small?

She’s struggling with the buckle, and as much as I want to enjoy watching her breasts getting squished, I’m not that cruel.

“Maisy, leave it,” I tell her.

“I can do it.” But she can’t. She’s flustered.

“Since when do we use seatbelts, baby girl?” Kai places a hand on her thigh and instantly, she calms down. He takes the seatbelt from her hand and kisses her on the head.

For most of the drive, we ride in silence. Emilio probably senses that things are not right and after enough awkward silence, he turns the radio on.

“Which restaurant are you taking me to?” Maisy asks over the music. Her voice is sweeter than sugar. Soft. Like a mermaid calling sailors to their deaths, she’s calling to my cock.

“Restaurant?” Logan frowns, looking like he’s been caught off-guard. Probably because all he’s thinking of is that ultrasound.

“Sushi Nakazawa in West Village,” I tell her, prepared.

Maisy locks eyes with me briefly before turning to gaze out the window.

“But remember, we said we’re first going–” Logan starts.

“I know,” she interrupts, her gaze still fixed on the view through the glass.

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“You know where we’re going, Logan?”

We definitely won’t be staying at the hospital for long; we’re clearly out of place here, and people are staring at us.

“Sure I do. Just follow me.”

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