Page 35 of Man Possessed

“Ez, please,” I moan, but he doesn’t stop, not that I want him to. “I can’t say it.” He lets out a low growl, moving his fingers faster until I can’t hold back anymore. I come again, not as hard as the first time, but it’s still one of the best orgasms of my life.

When I come down, he pulls away and I drop my legs. He massages my hips, then leans over my body and kisses me before resting his forehead against mine.

“You will give yourself to me, Kennedy. One way or another, you’ll be mine one day and I’ll do everything I can to get you. I’ll never stop chasing you. I’ll never stop begging you.” He looks into my eyes, the fierceness in them making me hold my breath. “You’ll never get rid of me. You’re stuck with me forever, whether you want me or not. Because even if you don’t believe it, we’re soulmates, baby.”

Kennedy

“You don’t need to help,” I say again.

“I know,” Ezra says as he wipes the bar down. “You keep saying that.”

“Because it’s not your job.” I toss the towel onto the table and turn toward him, my hands on my hips.

“Who else is gonna help you?” He rests his hands on the bar and leans forward. “I’m here. Use me. Tell me what to do.” I smirk at him and lean my hip against the table.

“Now I can tell you what to do?”

“Only outside of the bedroom, love.” He winks as he tosses his rag onto the bar. I laugh as I shake my head at him, grabbing my towel to continue wiping down the tables.

I don’t know what to make of the wholesoulmatesthing. But after he said it, he kissed me again, then left me alone to let me finish getting dressed.

Maybe he just went a little crazy from the lust. Now he’s back to normal—or as normal as Kiwi can be. I swear it’s like dealing with Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

“Can you grab the beers from the storeroom in the back, please?”

“Sure thing.” He claps his hands, giving me a wicked grin. “Was that so hard?”

He’s teasing, but it was hard.

Asking for help is fucking hard.

He swaggers to the back while I finish the tables and bar. Milo doesn’t come in until we’re about to open, but he stays late to help clean up. It works out, so I don’t complain. Plus, I like setting up on my own. It lets me get in the right headspace to deal with these assholes.

“How do you work without music?” Ezra asks as he walks back into the room. He’s carrying boxes of beer stacked on top of each other effortlessly, his biceps bulging deliciously. “You gonna stop eye fucking me?” I blink a few times as I lift my eyes to his. He grins as he sets the boxes on the bar.

I clear my throat and throw my thumb over my shoulder. “The jukebox is in the back. Knock yourself out.”

“Oh, goody,” he laughs as he wiggles his fingers. He taps my ass as he passes me and I swat his shoulder, but smile to myself. He shouldn’t make me feel like this—happy.

Ian’s going to fucking kill me when he finds out. Finds out what exactly, I don’t know. I don’t know what the fuck is even going on between us. I can’t tell my son Ezra went down on me and now he thinks we’re fucking soulmates and I need to give myself to him, whatever the fuck that means.

I roll my eyes when the opening notes toRock And Roll All Niteby KISS comes on. I turn around, finding him dancing, if it can even be called dancing.

He’s swinging his hips and jerking his thumbs over his shoulders, his head back and his golden hair swaying. He looks fucking ridiculous. Mesmerizing.

He starts screaming the words, startling me, and I laugh. Turning toward me, he slowly prowls forward, still singing totally off key. I grin and toss the rag down, then fold my arms over my chest.

“Come on, you know this one,” he says. He grabs my waist, pulling me to him as I nod.

“Of course,” I scoff.

“Sing with me then, love.” He roughly pulls me to him, forcing my hips to move with his. I rest my hands on his shoulders, laughing to myself as I start singing with him.

He spins me around, then pulls me back and presses my ass against him, moving in time with the music. He’s a terrible singer and an even worse dancer, but I can’t stop laughing. His head rests against mine as the song begins to fade, and he wraps his arms around me.

We stay swaying in the middle of the empty bar, his chin resting on my shoulder, my hands over his arms. I want to stay like this forever. Just him and me, alone in the world, without a worry or care.

Just us.

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