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My need for her in that moment went beyond hunger or thirst. It couldn’t be contained or controlled. It transcended time and space. I didn’t understand it, and couldn’t define it. It just was.

She blinked slowly, before rising up on her knees, leaning forward, and pressing her lips hesitantly to mine. Her kiss was whisper soft, and if it wasn’t for the fact that I could see her with my own eyes, and was touching her with my own hands—without even realizing it, I’d gripped her thighs, and was squeezing them gently—I could have believed I’d imagined it. As it was, with the way she was looking at me as she made up her mind, she still seemed like a dream.

She reached out to grab the back of the couch, arms either side of my head, and kissed me like she meant it this time. I returned the favor, tilting my body a little so that I could push my lips up to hers, hard and fast. At the same time, I moved my hands from her thighs and looped them around her neck, linking my fingers. My sense of the world altered as the kiss intensified. As we licked, sucked, nibbled, and bit, every fiber in my body became attuned to her. I allowed my heavy eyelids to fall closed, but even so, I still saw her face in my mind’s eye. I could feel, smell, taste, and hear nothing... but her.

We kissed until I was on the verge of losing my mind—the vision of Kik being gradually obscured by a black cloud of burning desire. And just as I was trying to fathom how to maneuver her right where I wanted her without doing myself further damage, she did the honors, bracing herself on the back of the couch then lifting her butt, and lowering it again onto my waiting, straining dick.

Sweet baby… I tilted my hips even more, intensifying the pressure. I wanted her so badly my dick threatened to tear a trail through my sweats and straight to her core, as she ground hard against it in a slow circular motion. Instead, I released my grasp of the back of her neck, and reached into my pants pocket. When I pulled my hand back out, palm upturned, she pulled her lips away from mine to see what I was holding.

“I don’t even want to talk about the level of presumption going on here.” That made two of us.

“Nor do I. I want to fuck you like nothing else matters.” A big part of me wished that nothing else did—not Cavanagh Corp, not our parents, and definitely not the game of cat and mouse that was going on between us.

Despite the scowl marring her perfect features, she took the condom, opening it quickly with impatient and shaking fingers. I knew the feeling.

Rocking backward to allow herself better access, she freed my dick from the prison of my pants, and squeezed tight, pumping back and forth a few times before rolling on the condom.

“This needs to go.” I yanked hard at the denim of her skirt, temporarily forgetting my injuries until a sword of pain slashed across my straining abs, stunning me momentarily. Holy cuntballs! I was going to be in all kinds of agony in the morning. I forged on regardless.

“This too.” I clutched a handful of her tight tank top and pulled hard, overbalancing her as a result.

I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the pain of her crashing down onto my fractured ribs, but when nothing had happened a few seconds later, I opened my eyes to find she’d managed to brace herself on her hands, to prevent from hurting me.

“Nice save, but you still have way too many clothes on. Get naked before I lose it.”

She hopped off me, and although I knew it was for the greater good, I mourned her absence regardless. She wasted no time in stripping down to her underwear. Or she would have, had she been wearing any. I couldn’t believe I’d been in her company for several hours and only just discovered her lack of bra and panties. That kind of knowledge could have changed the course of the evening, no matter if I was bleeding out on my deathbed at the time.

I pulled her back on top of me, and settled her in my lap, this time with my hands at either side of her hips. She was less curvaceous than the girls I’d been with before—in fact, she was different to them in every way. They’d all been similar, when I thought about it: textbook beauties, wealthy, bored, waspy, mostly blondes, all bitches, with long hair, curves, and a nice rack.

Kik was pretty much none of those things—with her short hair, narrow hips, tiny butt, and even tinier tits—yet I was majorly into everything about her. I’d never been with a Latina before, or come to think of it, with anyone who didn’t come from the same social background—mostly the same school, in fact.

I realized what a douche that made me sound, but it was nothing more than circumstance. The fact was, I was lazy. I didn’t hunt far from the pack when it came to chicks. I’d never needed to. Between, school and parties thrown by people from school, then college—where my life consisted of carrying out Cygnus business, sports, hanging out either at Trinity Hall or with people who lived here, including my senior Cygnus brothers—what time I had for socializing outside of those things was spent mostly on campus, or in bars or clubs nearby, which were full of the same old, same old college peeps.

I probably wouldn’t ever have met Kik if wasn’t for the task my father had set me. Or I’d have met her briefly at the golf club when she was pretending to be Kevin. I was mighty glad I had, though. For all her differences from everything I was used to, she was somehow everything I needed. And at that point in time, she was definitely all I wanted.

Chapter 34

Kik

A big part of me didn’t want to just fall onto Drew’s dick, again. I felt stupid and weak for succumbing, but on the other hand, something about seeing him hurt that way had gotten to me. Maybe I was damaged. No, scrap that. I was damaged—losing my mom the way I had, and then having been my dad’s carer had made sure of that. Maybe it was just easy for me to slip straight into that caring role again—when I saw him beaten up like that, it was the thing that had come most naturally, despite his prior treatment of me.

Then as I’d sat there and tried not to feel like a stalky weirdo, watching him sleep, I had time to think about what in the name of Mary, Joseph, and the baby Jesus in a manger, was going on with me when it came to him.

Although I’d thought it might help me get clarity, in reality, my chat with Rocky had served to cloud my mind further, rather than shed light on the situation. Her shit with Xavier had been so fucked-up and complicated, and kind of still was, that it probably shouldn’t be held up as the gold standard, or really any kind of standard where relationships were concerned.

Plus, Drew and I weren’t in a relationship—we were at war. It just so happened that one of the modes of combat was to fuck each other’s brains out, before we returned to trying to scratch each other’s eyes out. Yes, I was aware how screwy that was. No, I hadn’t come to any useful conclusions about how to fix it. What we were doing wasn’t exactly right or normal, but I had no blueprint for what we should be doing instead, or how to make it happen. So, we were stuck in a loop of fucking and fighting.

Pushing my reservations aside, I lifted up onto my knees, then lowered myself gently onto his dick, and for a few moments, my doubts melted away into the sea of my arousal, and there was nothing but him, me, and the pleasure I felt. As I raised and lowered myself, riding him cowgirl style, I did my best not to hurt him or break another of his ribs, but I could tell he was in pain regardless.

“We should stop.”

His steel-gray eyes turned a cloudy charcoal, and he gripped my thighs tight. “No.”

I searched his face again, reading his emotions loud and clear, and was shaken by what I saw. I needed to look away, but when I did, Drew stopped the back and forth motion of his hips that was hitting my hotspot every time, and squeezed my thighs again. “Over here, Angel.”

I tried to resist looking back at him. I willed myself not to succumb, but his pull was too strong, and couldn’t help but give in to his demand. Again. I squirmed under his attention. I couldn’t shake the feeling that somehow I was betraying myself, even if I didn’t quite know how.

I tried another tactic, allowing my eyelids to slip closed, as I lost myself in the pleasure I was feeling.

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