Page 14 of Strike Out

“Wait, why are we going to Costco? There are two of us. Do we really need to buy in bulk? I don’t even think they carry some of the stuff I need.” I set my phone down without responding to the group chat.

“I guess we’ll just have to make another stop after Costco, then.” With a smirk on his face, he keeps his eyes on the road.

“You’re killing me.” I whisper.

“You made me wait, Princess. Almost four years.” Kai takes a deep breath, hitting his signal to turn into the parking lot. “I waited, hoping you’d change your mind. I saved myself for you. Did you know that? Throughout high school and even my first year at SJSU.”

I didn’t know that.

He pulls the SUV into a spot near the back of the lot and kills the engine. Facing me, he grabs my chin and pulls me towards him. “You can wait a few hours, Isla. My cock isn’t going anywhere.”

“It’s not?” My lower lip quivers, even though I know he’s said it a bunch of times. Something about him saying it this time really makes me believe it.

Kai presses a soft kiss to my lips. My eyes close and I lose myself in the feeling of his mouth taking control of mine. “Let’s tell them, Isla. I wanna tell the world I’m yours. That you're mine. Take my last name, be my wife, and have my babies.”

I pull back, eyes wide. “Kai, are you proposing to me?”

“Not really. I don’t have a ring right now. It’s more me just begging you to be mine. Not in secret. Be mine out in the open.”

“Okay, Kai.” I swallow, kissing him back. “Let’s tell them when they help me move in on Tuesday. After your game?”

Oh my God, I can’t believe we are going to do this.

7

KAI

Our cart’s filled to the brim with stuff, most of it for my meal prepping, but Isla didn’t shy away from tossing in things she wanted. It could have also been that she would pick something up, look at it, and put it back, and then I would toss it in the cart. But she got the idea of how it was going to go and just started putting things in herself. Now with the SUV getting pretty packed, we’ve got the regular grocery store, then home to veg out for the rest of the day. I think a takeout night is in order after all this shopping.

Don’t judge me. You know you do it too.

All I want now is to finish up this outing, get home, strip my sister and me down to nothing, fuck her in the kitchen, eat something, fuck her on the couch and then maybe watch a movie before we eat dinner and go to sleep. Sounds like the perfect way to spend the day.

I’m over here telling her to be patient while I’m plotting all the ways I’m going to fuck her around the apartment.

I never said I wasn’t a hypocrite.

We pull up to the grocery store that’s ten minutes from the apartment and when we get out and grab a cart, I pull Isla to meand whisper in her ear. “Let’s make this quick, Princess. It’s two twenty, and I’d very much like to have you bent over the island taking every inch of me by three o’clock.”

“Say less.” She grabs the cart from me and takes off, hitting the outskirts of the store first. I’ve never seen her move so fast in my life. Isla tosses in a couple of containers of almond milk yogurt, grabs her oat milk creamer and cold foam and other things.

They definitely didn’t have some of this at Costco.

When Mom and I moved in with Gene and Isla, I learned she has a dairy allergy amongst a variety of other serious allergies, mostly dealing with medications, but quite a few of them are food related. Her dad said we didn’t have to restrict what we ate but just be careful with labeling food and keeping it separate.

So naturally, I cut out all her allergies from my diet and even after I moved out, I stuck to it. I was her safe person. I always have been and always will be. “Do you have hypoallergenic laundry soap?” She hauls ass through the deli, avoiding the display case like it’s the plague.

“Yeah, of course I do, baby. I wouldn’t have had you in my bed, wearing my clothes, if I didn’t.” I grab hold of the cart, stopping her.

“Hey!” Facing me, she sees the look on my face and pauses.

“Nothing has changed since we were kids. Our home is allergen-free. I’m allergen-free, Princess.” I step behind her and box her in with my hands now on the cart. “Clock’s ticking, Isla. I might just have to fuck this pretty pussy in the backseat again if we don’t make it home in time.”

“You say that like you’d be against it.” Stepping up on the undercarriage, she presses her back into my chest and lets me steer the cart.

“I mean, I’d rather have you in our apartment.” I kiss herneck. “Where we don’t risk you screaming my name and people thinking I’m hurting you.”Kiss.“How awkward would that be?”

“Speaking of screaming during sex,” Isla whispers. “How close do your teammates live to us in the building?”

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