Page 89 of Unearthed Dreams
“Christ, you’re perfect.” His voice was wrecked, desperate. “So fucking perfect for me.”
The praise sent shivers down my spine as I worked him with my lips and tongue, feeling him throb against my palate.
Kai’s fingers tightened in my hair as his breathing grew ragged. I could tell he was close from the way his thighs trembled beneath my palms.
“Charlie,” he warned, tugging gently. “I’m gonna?—”
I doubled down, taking him deeper and humming around his length.
His body tensed, a strangled groan tearing from his throat as he came. I swallowed eagerly, savoring the sharp, salty taste of him on my tongue.
When I finally released him with a soft pop, Kai immediately pulled me up his body, crushing his lips to mine in a desperate kiss. The taste of us mingled on our tongues as his hands roamed possessively over my curves.
“I love you,” he murmured against my lips. “So fucking much.”
My heart swelled. Those words from him still felt like a gift, especially after nearly losing everything. “I love you too.”
We lay tangled together, my head on his chest while his fingers traced lazy patterns along my spine. The steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath my ear grounded me in the moment.
After a few minutes of contented silence, I lifted my head from his chest. “We should probably head down for brunch.”
His arms tightened around me. “Do we have to?”
“Mom’s making her famous apple-cinnamon French toast.” I pressed a kiss to his jaw. “And you know how she gets if we’re late.”
Kai groaned but released me. “Fine. But only because Emma’s French toast is worth facing your brothers’ death glares.”
We dressed quickly—me in comfy leggings and a t-shirt, Kai in the same jeans and hoodie he’d worn last night.
As we descended the stairs, the sounds and smells of Sunday brunch filled the air—coffee brewing, bacon sizzling, thegentle clink of plates and silverware. But when we entered the kitchen, an awkward silence blanketed the room.
Elliot suddenly became very interested in his coffee cup. Jasper stared intently at his phone. Dad cleared his throat and rustled his newspaper with unnecessary vigor.
Mom, bless her, acted completely normal as she flipped another piece of French toast. “Good morning, you two. Coffee’s fresh.”
I caught Natalie’s eye across the table. Her lips twitched. Next to her, Tessa’s shoulders started shaking with suppressed laughter.
That was all it took. The three of us burst into uncontrollable giggles, the kind that only got worse when we tried to stop.
“Oh god,” Jasper muttered, looking pained.
Kai smirked as he poured us both coffees, clearly enjoying my brothers’ discomfort.
“Really, Charlotte?” Elliot’s ears had turned pink. “At our parents’ house?”
That set off another round of giggles. Even Mom was fighting a smile now as she set a heaping plate of French toast on the table.
“I seem to recall,” she said mildly, “a certain someone sneaking off to the powder room last night with their wife.”
“Mom!” Elliot looked scandalized while Tessa nearly choked on her coffee.
Dad lowered his newspaper just enough to give us all a stern look, but I could see the amusement in his eyes. “Can we please just eat breakfast like civilized people?”
“Of course, Jay,” Kai said smoothly, pulling out my chair. “Pass the bacon?”
I caught his hand under the table as we settled in, squeezing gently. His thumb brushed over my knuckles, a small gesture that spoke volumes.
This was my family—chaotic, loving, and completely ridiculous. And somehow, against all odds, Kai had become an essential part of it.
