Page 30 of King of Pain

“Carl,” Kate calls from under the covers. “Get lost.”

Carl’s eyes go wide for a second. “Now that, I heard.”

I close the door with a chuckle, turning the deadbolt again. “Sorry, baby. I think we’re going to have to make this quick.”

She tosses off the covers and then resumes the position. My teeth grind together because Kate and I understand each other perfectly. My jeans only make it to my knees when I’m plunging my cock into her from behind.

We both moan as I bottom out.

Kate takes her hand and puts it over her mouth, but I just grit my teeth harder and start pumping into her like it’s an Olympic sport.

I can already feel her trembling around me. Which only makes me pump harder. Kate has this way, I’m realizing, of making me work like I have never worked before.

She feels so good, I’m spitting and growling, trying to keep the sounds in.

She grabs a pillow and stuffs it under her face and then starts to moan like a woman possessed.

I’m guessing every tendon in my neck is about to snap as I use my injured arm to grab her hips, too oblivious to the pain, as I pump into her one, two, three more times before my balls fucking erupt.

I have no idea what sound even comes out of me, as I cum so hard, I can’t even see. When I’ve shot every drop into her, we both collapse onto the bed.

Kate’s still in her shirt, my pants are around my knees. “Next time we’re getting completely naked first,” I mutter.

And that’s when I hear it.

The counter of the bathroom next door is squeaking. And then I hear a moan.

Apparently, Carl is going for baby number three. Good for him.

But that does remind me. “And tomorrow we need to hit a Walmart for condoms. I’m assuming you’re not on the pill?”

“Walmart?” she asks, her face still in the pillow. “You really love that store. And I am.”

I did my job right, because my girl barely moves, her eyes closing. “Hey. Walmart is good value, and seriously? You’re on the pill?”

“Well, I was, until today. They’re currently sitting on my bathroom counter, but I think we’re good.”

“Any particular reason?” It’s probably none of my business but I just want to know stuff about her. Not sure why.

“So that I have regular periods.” She turns over underneath me and I lift up a little to let her before I settle back down on her chest. Is it too late to pull her shirt off? I just like looking at her.

Which is another red flag. I just came until my balls turned inside out. I shouldn’t be this interested in her body. That should have been satiated, but I’m already semi-hard just thinking about her tits.

“My turn to ask a question…” She hooks one of her legs around my hips and over my ass. I push her shirt up, kissing her chest just above her breast, wanting to taste her skin. “What do you do for a living?”

“Construction. Sort of.” I know why I don’t tell her about Kincaid Enterprises. Maybe I like that she doesn’t know I’m rich. Or maybe I’m afraid she’ll figure out that I should be dropping her off with some relatives. Not bringing her with me.

My hurt shoulder throbs, but it was totally worth it, as I put the pillow back under her head and get up to go get the bottle of ibuprofen.

She stretches. “What kind of construction?”

“Currently, I’m building a tunnel,” I pop out a few pills, put them in my mouth, swig them down with water.

Her brow scrunches as she sits up. “Like do you run the equipment?”

Does she think I’m a crane operator or something? I know I don’t come off as that smart, but why couldn’t she peg me for a manager at least?

“And how does that make the Vendettis your rivals?”

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