Page 46 of Spinning Out Of Control

“If I’m cutting years off your life, Ren, then we’d better make the ones you have left count.” She pulls my bottom lip between her teeth. It’s delicious and awful, because while my body might be screaming to buck, to rut, to fuck up into this gorgeous woman, my mind needs to take the wheel. It takes every bit of my self-control to pull my mouth from hers.

“Kira, darling. We have to talk.”

She groans and drops her forehead to mine.

“I was hoping we could skip that part and go straight to the orgasms.”

“We already did that this morning,” I say, laughing when she pouts. I lightly swat her ass and lift her up to place her in the seat across from me. “Don’t worry, love. There will be plenty of time for plenty of orgasms.”

“Fine,” she says, crossing her arms and pouting. “What do you want to talk about? I’m an open book.”

I raise an eyebrow at her.

“Ren, trust me. I’m much more agreeable and prone to truth telling when I want to come. So go ahead, I know you have questions.”

“My precious little pest,” I say through a smile I can’t bother hiding. “I do have questions. Last night…I’m not quite sure what happened there. You said you had the brain spins?”

“Yes. I have Major Depressive Disorder. It’s mostly under control. I take medication, but I still haveepisodes where I sort of…succumb to the darkness. I call it ‘the spins’ because it’s a little like being drunk. I can’t get my thoughts to settle, and it feels like the world is moving in all directions while I’m struggling just to stand still. It usually happens when I’m coming down from an adrenaline high, like when I secure a deal. Or when I accidentally punch my sworn enemy in the nose.” She smirks, and I instinctively rub my fingers over the lightly bruised bridge of my nose.

“So, you were having a bad night with your mental health, and you came to me.” It’s sort of a statement, more of a question.

“I did. When I came to your room last night…I don’t know, Ren. I have a village. I’ve got a mob of people that I can turn to when I get down. My dads, Tía Camila, Dean, my friends, their husbands. Any one of them would have dropped everything to be there for me if I told them I needed them. They’ve done it before. But I wanted you. I can’t deny this chemistry anymore. I can’t keep trying to force myself to keep looking for the bad in you when you keep showing me the good. All the things I told you were true. All of those burdens have been bubbling up for a long time, but the heaviest weight on my chest has been my feelings for you. Coming to you last night…that was me taking care of myself. I used my tools. I recognized my triggers, and I found my solution. You.”

Hell. Gone are the hard exteriors and tough shields I’ve gotten so used to Kira throwing up in my presence.In their absence, she’s soft, gooey and sincere, baring her heart to me. Her gorgeous grey eyes are glowing, incandescent and warm as she looks into mine. I inch forward in my seat so that our knees are brushing while I reach over to cup her cheek, loving the way she leans into my touch.

“Kira, Christ. You are so strong. So fucking brave. I know you don’t need me to tell you that, but goddamn, love, I am in awe of you.”

“Prove it. Take your pants off and show me,” she huffs, and I snort.

“Horny little pest,” I tut, shaking my head. “I promise, the pants will be coming off. But let me tell you something first, alright?”

She huffs again, rolling her eyes and sinking back into her chair like a brat. She must have given her fathers a run for their money as a girl, because dammit, her pouty face is effective. But what I have to say is important, so I tilt her chin and bring her focus back to me. I drop to my knees in front of her, because if ever there was a moment that called for a little physical groveling, it’s now.

“I didn’t know, Kira. At the wedding, I had no idea who you were beyond a friend of James. I knew Jonathan, and I knewofSpin Sync. The rumors of Jonathan wanting to sell had been floating around in my circles for a long time, but I had no idea your hat was in the ring. I didn’t even know what you did for work. I just knew the first time that I saw you that youwere going to change everything for me.” My voice shakes, but I mean every word as I speak it. “I can prove it. I have all the documentation, all the correspondence between Jonathan and I that shows–”

“Ren,” she says, pressing a palm to my chest. I’m sure she can feel my racing heartbeat. “I know. I was fighting it before, but I believe you.”

“You believe me? Do you want to see the emails?” I reach for my phone, but she curls her fingers into the fabric of my shirt and pulls me closer.

“I don’t need to. I wouldn’t be surprised if Jonathan somehow knew about our hookup and reached out to you to mess with me, but I trust you. I decided to believe you. And I really hate being wrong, so I’m trusting you not to fuck this up.”

“I won’t fuck this up, Kira. If there is one thing I can promise, it’s that if you give me a chance, I will do everything in my power to do right by you.” Including giving her back what’s hers, but we’ll get there eventually.

“Good boy,” she pats my cheek, and fuck if the praise doesn’t have my cock twitching. “Now, stop fucking talking and fuck me, for fuck’s sake.”

“Christ, you’ve got a filthy mouth. I’m not fucking you for the first time on a plane seat where I don’t have the room I need to spread you out–”

“Bold of you to assume I’d let you be on top,” she mumbles, fiddling with the buttons of my shirt. I swat her away.

“I also don’t have a condom.” I didn’t think I had a chance in hell of needing one.

“I haven’t been with anyone since you. There was no one for a long time before that, either. And I have a semen scarecrow.”

“A semen—” I lean back, my face scrunching up in confusion. Kira sticks her arms out to the side, looking like the karate kid ready to perform a crane kick.

“A semen scarecrow. An IUD. I’m good.”

“Fuck,” I laugh, wiping a hand over my jaw. The thought of sinking into her bare…fucking hell yes, that will be happening. But not here. “When we get back to San Francisco, I am going to take you back to your pretty pink house, where I will fuck your pretty pink cunt on every surface until you’re hoarse from screaming my name. I promise you that.”

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