Page 38 of Two Chambered Heart

Jason pulled a shopping bag from his backpack and unloaded the new running shoes, headphones and iPhone he’d bought before he’d gone to the dockyards.

He connected the phone to their Wi-Fi and downloaded Spotify.

As he ate, he saved all his favourite songs and albums onto the phone, scrolling through different metal artists he loved, downloading full discographies of popular artists and more obscure artists.

After finishing his food, he made himself a protein shake and ate an extra protein bar for good measure.

He messaged Archie and asked him to disable the new iPhone so that it could only play the music that had already been downloaded. Once Archie confirmed it was done, Jason went to the guest bedroom and left the phone and the headphones on the side table, and the new running shoes by the closet door.

Then he took himself upstairs, looking forward to a long, hot shower to wash the day away, and to some deep sleep.

Chapter eighteen

- Kayden -

He was already hard.

Corey’s heated, naked body pressed against him in her bed. He ran his fingers along the thin lace of the thong she was wearing, savouring the silky texture. Yesterday, they had spent the day wandering downtown, going to a coffee shop, the market, and then out for dinner, before coming home for a rooftop swim. She had opened up to him more and more as the day went on, and he’d found himself hanging on every piece of information she was willing to give him.

It would have been bliss, if not for his nagging anxiety over Jason facilitating a nine-million-dollar transaction on his own. Kayden had constantly been checking his phone, waiting for a message from Archie telling him something had gone wrong. He had wanted to check in, but over and over, he stopped himself from messaging the tech god, too worried that it would distract him. When he’d finally gotten the message in the early evening that everything had gone according to plan, that nothing had blown up in their face and that Jason was okay, the pressure on his chest had instantly eased.

Corey was an enigma to him; her wicked attitude and overall assertiveness was so at odds with her sultry expressions. But from the little breadcrumbs of information he’d gotten from her, Kayden had started to put the pieces together.

She was gorgeous, and must have been just as beautiful in her adolescence. She had no family, no one thathadto believe her. The constant changes in foster homes, the adverse notes in her file about her behaviour, her “violent tendencies,” were likely born from a little girl doing what she could to protect herself from wandering hands. Her abrasive demeanour and aggressive resolve was a coat of armour against men in power, men who thought they could take what they wanted from a girl who no one would believe.

In all their conversations, she hadn’t spoken in detail about her time in the system, only alluded to it here and there. It had been enough for Kayden to realize what she’d gone through, what she was forced to endure as a mere child.

It was similar to what he and Jason had been through, a complete loss of bodily autonomy, and a violation of their person. Not in a sexual way, in their case, but a violation deep enough to leave scars all the same—scars neither of them had fully healed from. It unthreaded his heart, that like called to like, and she called to parts of him buried so deep that he’d forgotten they existed. It was like waking up from years of dreamless sleep, a high he wasn’t coming down from, giddy and senseless.

Kayden ran his hands through Corey’s still-damp hair, wrapping the long cinnamon locks around his hand and pulling it so that her neck arched back, the handprint bruises almost completely faded. He trailed his tongue along her skin, tasting her. It wasn’t enough to wake her.

He ground his hard cock in between her rounded cheeks, teasing himself more than her. She shifted back against him, letting out a long breath. They hadn’t touched each other yesterday, an intentional withholding on his end, part of his plan, and now he was ravenous for her.

Still holding her hair, he snaked his arm over her rib cage, running his other hand along her taut stomach, tracing the fall of her breast and brushing his fingertip over her nipple before trailing his hand lower, to her hip. He ran his fingers between her thighs, so closeto her centre that he could feel the heat there. She groaned at his feather-light touches. He applied a little more pressure to her inner thighs before ghosting his fingers over the black lace covering her gorgeous pussy.

The material was already wet. He rubbed her again, and then kissed his fingers along the edges of the fabric, right in the crease of her inner thigh. That finally roused her from her sleep, and she groaned out his name.

“Stop teasing.”

“Are you in a rush?” he asked her, kissing her neck again, still fingering the edges of her panties.

Finally, she blinked her eyes open.

“I guess not.”

“Good, because I’m going to take my time with you until you’re a dripping mess, begging for my cock.” He could see the hairs on her arms rising.

He ground his hips languidly, slowly, her ass cheeks cushioning his cock, and gently stroked his fingers over her underwear, feeling the material saturate as he went.

Her hands fell to his hips, holding him to her.

“Kayden, please.”

“Not yet, Little Fox.”

Her grip on him tightened, and she whimpered in frustration as he continued to goad her. She was definitely dripping for him now, and he finally traced his fingers along her skin again, her heat making his own restraint buckle.

Still over her panties, he found her clit and started to edge her, rubbing circles around it, over and over, before finally decreasing their size and stimulating her exactly where she wanted him. Even with the material separating their skin, she was so responsive, bucking her hips into his hand, seeking more friction, chanting his name between her breathy moans.

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