The whole car ride back to the apartment, Mom talks about how great this all is and how she’s so excited for Kai and me to start building our life together. Even Dad would chime in about little things, like if we wanted to buy a house, it would be a good time to do it, and if we decided to have kids, allergies could be genetic so we would need to watch out for that. So many things are going to happen so quickly now and even though I was terrified of it all with Steve, doing it all with Kai feels so right.
What do they call that in books?
Fated mates?
Something like that. I’ll have to ask Kai. He reads more of those fantasy books than I do.
Kai shoots ahead of us and goes into the parking garage and Dad stops in front of the complex and puts the car in park. “Okay, we’ll meet here in the morning then, yes?”
“Yes.” I hug him around his neck and kiss his cheek. “Thank you for loving me and Kai, Dad. Thank you for accepting us.”
“You’re my daughter, Isla. Of course, I’m going to alwayslove you. Kai too. If he makes you happy, that’s what matters most to me.”
“He does.” I kiss him again and then lean over to kiss Mom on the cheek. “See you guys tomorrow.”
Kai appears with his helmet in his hand, opening the passenger door for me with the other, and helping me out. “Missed you.” He says, pulling me up and into his arms.
“It was a twenty-minute drive.” I roll my eyes.
“Still missed you. We’ll have to have you ride with me before you’re pregnant. You’re gonna love it.” Am I scared of motorcycles? Absolutely. But I’m sure he would keep me safe.
“Bye, mom,” Kai opens the front passenger door and leans in to kiss his mom goodbye and reaches over with an extended hand to my dad. “Gene.”
“You can still call me Dad, Kai. This doesn’t change anything,” he pauses for a moment. “Well, it does, but… never mind. It’s your choice, bud.”
“See you guys in the morning.” Kai pulls back and stands back on the curb with me, closing the door. We watch them take off, and with his hand on my hip, he pulls me toward him. He has a mischievous glint in his eye and a grin on his face.
“What?” I ask, pulling back slightly.
“Oh, Princess. I’m about to show you all the ways I’m thankful for you choosing me.”
Rolling my eyes and turning toward the complex, I shake my head. “It wasn’t a competition, Kai. Steve just wasn’t the one.”
“Like hell it wasn’t. Did he buy you flowers?”
“A few times.”Both times were for Valentine’s Day.
“How about eating the same way you do to ensure that there wasn’t a chance he could cause a reaction? Did he use hypoallergenic detergent and get rid of fragrances that could cause your asthma to flare?” He hits the button on the elevatorand when it opens, he hits the six, then crowds me into a corner. “I’ll bet he didn’t. I’d even guess he didn’t even pay attention to yourneeds. Did he fuck you as good as I do, Princess?”
My breath hitches as his hand slides under the jersey, finding that I’m only in a spaghetti strap tank top. He leans into me, groaning as he cups my breasts over the thin material.
“Nobody has ever fucked me as good as you, Kai.” His thumbs graze over my hardened nipples. I arch into him, my clit aching, and it needs his mouth or fingers to make it go away.
“That’s right, baby. I’m the only one who knows what your pretty cunt needs.” The elevator dings and the doors open. Kai pulls away, and I stay frozen in the corner so turned on that I’m afraid if I move, I’ll come. “Come on, Princess, unless you want me to fuck you right here?”
I consider it.
“I’m so close, Kai.” I whisper, almost embarrassed because all it took was him dirty talking to me and groping my boobs to get me to this point.
“Does my needy little whore need to come?”
Yes. Just fucking touch me.
I nod slowly.
Kai lunges for me and scoops me into his arms, practically sprinting down the hall to our apartment. With one hand holding me, he unlocks the door with the other.Holy fuck, his strength is hot.He sets me down and locks the door behind us.“You wanna come, Princess? Show me how much you want it.”
I drop to my knees, undoing his belt button and zipper and tugging at the waistband of his slacks. Pulling down his boxer briefs, his cock springs free and fuck, it looks fucking delicious.If there was an award for “Best in Show” for cocks—Kai’s would win hands down. He’s got the length and girth that could cloud a woman’s better judgment.
