Page 29 of Matteo

“Does it really matter?”

Before I knew it, we were in his red convertible Jaguar racing away from the Hellfire Club. On my way out, I’d blown the hostess a kiss. She sent a lovely scowl my way.

Kenji weaved the car through traffic like he was slipping thread through a needle’s eye. He was precise and immaculate in his driving.

Car horns beeped at us, pissed that we were cutting them off as we raced down the highway. The wind whipped over my body and for the first time in days, a peel of laughter escaped from between my lips.

We finally arrived at Kenji's house that was located a gated community. I was sure the house, big and dark had been sitting empty for months. Maybe even closer to a year. He was usually somewhere taking care of business.

Not that I cared, we'd only fucked around for a few months.

He opened the door and a musky scent hit my nose. It must have bothered him too.

"I need to have a cleaning service brought in," he murmured.

"Have you been staying with your parents?" I asked

"No, I've been at a hotel close by. They're grieving. Watching parents grieve is hard, it's even worse when it's your parents. When my older brother died, me and Cassie were younger, but it was the same thing."

I pulled my heels from my feet and padded into the house behind him.

He started spraying the air with an air freshener and then lit some candles.

"I'm hungry," Ken declared.

He whipped out his cell phone and we found a delivery service. We settled on some Italian restaurants in the area. I couldn’t wait to dig a fork into the chicken and broccoli alfredo.

He finally sat down on the couch beside me and snuggled up against me.

"How long are you going to be in town?"

He grinned at me and dropped a kiss on my head. "Missed me?"

"Please, we were just fuck buddies," I shrugged.

If I hurt his feelings by reducing what had been between us to nothing, he didn't say anything.

Instead, he pulled a blanket from the back of the couch and draped it over me.

"Yes, I think I'll be around for a little while," his voice sounded sad.

"I think Cassie missed you a whole lot," I offered up.

"Maybe," he replied, his tone still sad.

"I should stop bringing her up,” suddenly I felt like an idiot.

He eased forward and tipped my head up. Our eyes met and I could still see a hunger in them. He would devour me if I let him.

"I missed you," he whispered, trying to turn the conversation away from his dead stepsister.

Can you blame him, I thought?

The answer was that I couldn't. He leaned forward, our lips nearly touching. Before I could blink, I was straddling. A giddy left escaped from between my lips. I could feel his hardness pressing against my core. His hands roamed up the length of my legs until they reached my ass.

I moaned out, "You feel so good."

He stared up at me, making no move, his hands still under the dress and on my hips. "You know what's going to feel even better, Rain?"

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