Page 91 of Two Chambered Heart

“You’ve been tweaking all night like a junkie. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’d snuck off to snort down some coke. It would explain the nosebleed. But I know you haven’t because you’ve been beside me the whole night. Can you just tell me what’s going on? Kayden won’t say it, but I know he’s worried. We can leave if you want. The auction should be done soon, since there are only a few more paintings. This has been a fucking circus, anyway.”

He could feel her, steadily trying to navigate the barbed wire he’d wrapped himself in, trying to figure out a way inside, under his skin even more than she already was. He needed to get her out. “I’m not ready to go yet.”

He pulled the tampon out from his nose and threw it in the trash, then blew his nose a few times. No more blood came out.

Without another word to her, he redressed and turned to the door, unlocking it and letting himself out. She trailed behind him, all but growling in frustration at his attitude.

The auction had finished by the time they got back to the table, and trashy pop music was playing through the speakers from a DJ set up almost mockingly on the podium. It was loud, and the thin veil of propriety had lifted. The dance floor was a sight to behold, old rich men trying to dance with younger rich women and vice versa. If he wasn’t in such a sour mood, he would have laughed.

“Did you hear anything while we were gone?” Jason asked Kayden immediately.

His brother shook his head. “Wilkinson got up and left right after you did.”

“Fuck.” He poured himself another drink, ignoring the judgmental little tsk that left Kayden’s mouth.

“Let’s go dance!” Corey pulled Kayden onto the dance floor, his brother grinning like an idiot as he watched the movement of her ass under the silk.

They danced together, laughing. They looked straight from a movie, the two of them. Again, that sour taste of longing crept up his throat, and he washed it back down with more whiskey.

The song changed to something a little more sultry, and Corey was grinding on Kayden in a way that was completely inappropriate for the occasion. But the lights were low, and everyone was too drunk to notice. She was watching him, though, her gaze never leaving his, while her eyes burned with mirth and poorly concealed desire.

Chapter thirty-one

- Corey -

Corey’s feet were aching as she washed her makeup off. She hadn’t worn heels in months. Usually, she wore chunky platforms at the bar, not the dainty, pointy things Kayden had bought her for tonight. Or Jason. Honestly, she didn’t even know where her things came from anymore. She had more stuff here than she knew what to do with, and new pieces of clothing just kept showing up.

She’d been feeling a little lightheaded from all the champagne when they’d gotten home, and she’d left the guys in the kitchen, everyone going in their own direction.

Using one of the soft towels from the drawer, Corey dabbed her clean face dry.

Feeling much more like herself without the mask of makeup, she sprawled out in bed, rolling herself up in the puffy duvet and luxuriating in the mattress's comfort. She took her watch from the bedside table and put it on. It was after 2:00 a.m. She wanted to wait for Kayden to come down, but couldn’t stop the exhaustion of the night from settling in.

She didn’t notice when she dozed off, but a warm body slunk in beside her, wrapping her naked body up in brawny arms. Smiling in her sleep,she wriggled back towards him. He brought his face to the side of hers and breathed in deeply.

She rolled over in his arms, kissing his soft lips and letting his familiar scent of sage encompass her, his shaggy black hair brushing her forehead. He kissed her, pressing his tongue into her mouth, and she ground herself into him. She could feel him growing hard under his sweatpants.

“Why are your sweatpants still on?” she murmured into his mouth.

“So eager for me.” She could feel the grin under her lips between their kisses. His hands were roving all over her body, but her arms were trapped under his. Her fingers found purchase in his waistband, and she tried pushing them down. He helped pull them lower, and his hard cock sprang free against her stomach.

With one hand, he traced his fingers over her clit. She moaned into his mouth, teeth clashing as her head fell forward. He brought two fingers to her entrance and pressed into her, driving his fingers in and out.

“Fuck, you’re so wet already.” He pulled his fingers out and gripped his cock, lathering it in her wetness, pressing his head to her entrance and then rubbing her clit with his cock again. He slicked himself up, his other hand gripping her hair and pressing her face to his. Their kisses were sloppy, aggressive, more teeth and tongue than anything. He kept stroking her with his cock and it felt amazing, but not enough. She needed more. She groaned as he pressed the head of his cock into her, just breaching her entrance.

“You want me inside of you?”

“Yessss,” she hissed, as he slid himself in further.

He pulled out and then pressed himself halfway in again. She whined, stuck in his arms, powerless to control his timing. But she didn’t have to wait long. With a thrust, he seated himself fully inside of her, a soft chuckle leaving his mouth that she swallowed up immediately.

“Now who’s eager?” she groaned. Kayden always made her come at least once before fucking her.

He picked up the pace immediately, the fullness leaving her wild, moaning expletives into his mouth. She writhed beside him, matching him thrust for thrust with the movements of her own hips, tangling their legs together. She surrendered completely to him.

He flipped them over so that she was under him, her arms finally free as he kept up his punishing pace. She locked her ankles behind his back, reaching up for the headboard to steady herself, and rocked her hips, grinding against him as hard as he was rutting into her. He was so deep, hitting her inner walls on every thrust, unleashed so quickly, though he never broke their kisses. His breath was heavy on her skin, with an undercurrent of desperation. He was panting and her pleasure was building quickly, the heat from his body igniting the fire inside her.

She brought her hands to his arms, gripping his straining biceps for more leverage. His hands were all over her, and she was waiting for them to find their home around her neck, but they didn’t. He weaved an arm under her, drawing her hips up away from the bed, knocking one of her legs open further with his knee, and she screamed from the new angle. She felt like she was being ripped to pieces by the intensity, and her eyes rolled back into her head.

---