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My fantasies wrenched another moan from my lips as we kissed, and he carried me to the bathroom. I wiggled in his arms, rubbing my pussy against the fabric of his shirt yearning for the friction between my thighs.

"Sinclair" my name was more of a moan and a sigh combined as he toed the door open. He set me down on the cold marble surface of the counter and pulled a condom from the drawer.

"I have waited too fucking long for you, Sin" Kai was right here, standing between my legs, his dick lined up with my opening. He watched me, love, lust, and longing written all over his face. I wanted to kiss that face, to touch it and know that this was more than a fantasy, but I needed to see his eyes, know it was really him as he fucked me.

He needed to see me too. I could tell by the look on his face as he bore into me with those clear blue eyes of his. The head of his dick moved along the wet lips of my pussy, stroking me, grazing my already sensitive clit. I couldn't take it; I was empty and needed to be filled by him.

I pulled myself forward, impaling onto his cock with a loud moan.

"So. Fucking. Impatient." Kai moaned, starting to move inside me. We found a rhythm quickly, and easily. The muscle memory from years ago kicked in and our bodies knew what we needed, and what we liked.

Our eyes locked on each other, we moved like sex was a fucking dance, worshipping a god that would grant us both eternal life. I was hypnotized by the movements and the love I saw in his eyes. Eyes that did not once leave mine, watching me, memorizing my face, my moans.

He looked at me like he was afraid I’d disappear if he averted his eyes. I clung to him as we moved. My bare ass was cold against the marble counter, my legs wrapped around his waist and my feet hooked behind his back.

I clung to him and moved with him because at that moment, I was afraid to let go, to take my eyes from his, If I let go, even just a little, I would float away, or cease to exist.

His name came out more like a moan. My body was close to finding release, wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, needing to feel as much of his body against mine as I could.

He read me like an open book. I was so close; his hand found my clit and he pressed his thumb to my flesh. The weight of his palm on my belly and the pressure from his thumb sent me over the edge.

"Kai." I cried his name. My back arched as he pumped into me, wrenching spasm after spasm of orgasm from my body. The sensations so intense, it forced tears to roll down my cheeks in ecstasy. Not once did Kai take his gaze from mine.

I panted, my orgasm winding down, when I felt the tips of his fingers dig into my hips as he gave me one hard thrust, then another and he stilled. His cock pulsating inside me as he came, still staring into my eyes, his blue ones showed nothing but love, and yearning. Promises of a future together, of so many more orgasms and nights like this.

twenty

Sinclair

"No!"Isatup,sweaty. It took me a minute to clear my mind from my nightmare and remember whose bed I slept in. I was at Kai's cabin outside of town.

He had gone down on me in his living room, well up if you think about the fact that he put me on his fucking shoulders. Then we had the most mind-blowing sex. I showered because he said I smelled like beer, and he joined me in the shower after throwing my beer-soaked clothes into the washer.

We had more mind-blowing sex, in the shower. Then again in his bed. And we fell asleep, in each other's arms.

Now, tangled in the sheets, naked and scared, I looked around the dark room and found Kai next to me. I couldn't tell if I had woken him or not, and I needed water. I needed to breathe. We didn't find time to talk, we needed to talk. He would never forgive me for what I did.

The longer I pretended that everything was okay, the longer we spent this time together, and the more it would hurt when everything came out in the open.

I got up and threw on a shirt that sat at the foot of the bed. He wore it recently. It didn't have that sweaty old shirt smell, but his scent covered every inch of fabric.

I tried to be quiet so he could sleep. I went into the kitchen and got myself some water and sat on the back porch. Where just hours ago, my closest friends and I sat around a fire, laughing and sharing stories like nothing had changed. They had forgiven me, they didn't care that I ruined so many lives, that everything I touched turned to shit.

I wanted to run, I wanted to go back to the hotel, get in my car and go back to Southern California and never turn back. But I couldn't, and I didn't. I promised Mia I'd never run again. I promised her I had holidays together instead of a letter or Christmas card once a year.

But would she still want all that if I told her everything? Would she still think of me as a good person once the truth came out?

I gazed down at the strong male hand that took my glass of water and handed me a hot mug of coffee. Would he still want me? Would Kai still love me once he knew everything?

"I killed Adam." I blurted.

"No, you didn't baby." Kai was calm as he sat down next to me with his own cup of coffee. He put one arm around my shoulder and pulled me into his side. "But I'm listening if you want to tell me why you think you did."

I sighed. I needed to start somewhere, and I guess this was it. "Do you remember the night he died? How you and I fought because you were dating that horrible girl, what's her name? Katie, I think"

He flinched at the mention of the fight we had. "Anyway, I saw you and her making out at the party at the lake that night. That's how I found out about the two of you, remember? I was so pissed off. Adam saw me and offered to take me home.

"We walked to his car and bumped into a few other guys from school. He wanted to talk to them, so I sat on the trunk of the car and waited for him to come back.

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