Page 62 of I Love to Hate You
“Say it again,” I demand, speeding up the movement of my fingers and sending her reeling.
“Oh, god. I’m yours, Kendrick,” she says, just before slamming her hand back down over her mouth.
I feel the moment the muscles in her legs tighten as she brings her thighs together, smashing my head between them, but only suffocation could stop me now. I fuck Maya with my fingers while burying her clit beneath my tongue, and her intensified breathing signals me to keep going.
“Don't stop,” she mumbles behind her hand. “Please don't stop. Kendrick, I’m going to fucking come.”
“Tell me you're fucking mine,” I say, before going in for the kill with a barrage of licks and thrusts with my fingers.
Maya’s body implodes. Her legs squeeze my head as her hands slam to the bed and grip the covers, knuckles whitening. She pulls the sheets up to her face as her knees elevate. I’m locked in place while she succumbs to the pleasure, but I’m thrilled about it. Sometimes pain is worth it.
When she finally comes down, Maya lies on her back, sucking in air through her nose as her limbs go limp. I stand up and look down at her, proud of my work as I climb onto the bed and plant a soft kiss on her cheek that makes her tremble.
“How am I supposed to heal if you keep making my broken body go into convulsions like that?” she asks with a satisfied smile.
I stand up straight and wipe my mouth. “I don't know. That sounds like ayouproblem.”
She giggles. “Oh, you fucker. You're lucky I’m too weak to do anything.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I reply as I turn on my heel and start up the stairs. “Get some rest. I’ll text you later.”
“Don’t tell me what—”
“Shush,” I playfully snip, cutting her off as I reach the top and step into the hallway, closing her door behind me.
I walk down the hall and find Jack sitting in the exact same place he was in before we left. He stares at me as I approach, and I stare back without a care in the world.
“Stayed down there a while,” he says accusingly when I reach the living room. “Everything all right?”
I smile as I walk right past him and twist the door knob.
“Don’t worry. I took care of everything,” I reply before looking over my shoulder and grinning at him.
He doesn't smile back as I step outside and shut the door without another word.
Thirty-Nine
~ KENDRICK~
“It’s unlocked, Kendrick. Come on in.”
I smile and shake my head as I twist the knob and enter my mother’s house through the front door. The sun shines through the doorway, lighting up the living room as I enter, and I’m glad to see that everything is nice and neat here, nothing like the house I just left. Mom clearly has been feeling energetic and putting it to good use, even rearranging things a bit and making the space feel brand new.
“So, we’re back to not locking doors, I see,” I say as I shut it and turn the deadbolt.
From the kitchen, my mother scoffs. “Boy, please. You just texted that you were coming over, so I unlocked it when I saw you pull into the driveway. I don't need you looking after me.”
“Yes, you do,” I say, chuckling as I step into the kitchen and wrap my arms around her from behind as she stands at the stove. I nuzzle into her neck, making her laugh.
“Get off me. You're the one who needs me,” she says as I step away.
I breathe in the aroma of eggs and bacon before I take a step back and look into the living room. “Maybe I do. I need you to come to my place and redecorate. I see you got someone to come rearrange the furniture in the living room.”
She scoffs again, looking over her shoulder to sneer at me. “Nope, I did that myself.”
“You did it yourself? Why didn't you call me to come help? You don't need to be over-exerting yourself, Ma.”
“Because I didn't need help, Kendrick,” she answers.
