“Fuck!” Jackson groans, and I turn my head to look at him while Kai continues his skillful ministrations.
Jackson’s heated eyes lock on mine as he furiously pumps his cock, and watching him jerk himself off while my boyfriend is fucking me is so incredibly hot. Jackson throws his head back, his eyes shutting as a guttural moan filters through the air. Cum spurts from his cock, splashing all over his toned abs as he releases on his stomach.
My pussy walls clench, my orgasm growing closer, and Kai curses, drawing my attention back to him. Little beads of sweat dot his brow, and the look in his eyes is one of possessive intensity as he lifts my other leg onto his shoulder, tilts my hips up, and slams into me.
I explode, screaming out his name, my body spasming as the fiercest orgasm sweeps through me, turning my limbs to liquefied jelly.
Kai pulls out, fixing a look in Jackson’s direction. Jackson nods, grabbing a handful of tissues from the bedside table and cleaning himself up before pulling his clothes back on. He’s at the door when Kai calls to him. “It was a onetime thing.”
He turns around, lounging against the wall. “I know.”
“And we don’t speak of it. Ever. To anyone.” The threat is blatant in Kai’s tone.
“I would never.” Jackson looks to me. “That was seriously hot, beautiful, but you know I respect the fuck out of you. No one will hear about this from me.”
“Thank you,” I pant.
“Okay. Cool.” Kai pulls me up into his arms, holding me against his chest, and I can tell he just wants him to go now.
Jackson has his hand on the door handle when he turns around one final time. “You’re so fucking lucky, man.” He eyeballs Kai. “She’s everything. Don’t mess it up.”
The door snicks shut, and I look up at my boyfriend. “You good?”
He slaps his hard-as-granite cock against my hipbone. “Not yet, but if you’re tired—”
“I’m not.” I slide my hand down the gap between our bodies, wrapping my fingers around his shaft. “That was hot, and I’m not done with you yet.” I grip his cock more firmly, sliding my hand up and down his length.
Kai runs his hand down my spine before his fingers move to my ass. “You still up for this?”
All the tiny hairs lift on my body and adrenaline courses through me as I nod. I’m glad he knew not to go there with Jackson in the room, because that would’ve been pushing it too far.
Kai pulls away, walking to the drawer on the bedside table and taking out a small tube. Removing the condom from his dick, he tosses the rubber in the trash. Then he liberally applies lube to his cock, sliding his hand up and down his hard erection, and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth as I gulp nervously.
He climbs back on the bed, still lubricating his cock, and liquid warmth gushes from my pussy as I clench in anticipation. He claims my lips in a searing-hot kiss that curls my toes, pulling my body in flush to his. He kisses me for a while, his hands roaming the contours of my body until I’m putty in his hands. Then he positions me on all fours, yanking my hips up and pressing my head down into the comforter while he situates himself behind me.
His slick fingers move up and down my ass crack before he pushes two fingers inside, pumping them in and out of me slowly.
“Oh, fuck.” The sensation is so strange but not unpleasant.
Kai’s fingers probe and massage the walls of my ass, and then he spreads my ass cheeks, and I squeal as his wet tongue presses against my hole. He spreads me wider, and his tongue pushes in farther, and pressure is already building. Alternating with his tongue and his fingers, he works my puckered hole until it feels like I’m ready to combust.
His cock presses against my entrance, and my body tenses again. “Relax, babe.” Sliding his hand underneath me, he rubs at my clit before plunging his fingers into my welcoming pussy while he carefully eases into my ass. I’m panting as he inches in farther, my body firing on all cylinders as his touch hits me in several places. “Okay?” Kai asks when it feels like he’s all the way in, his voice strained.
“I’m good,” I rasp, feeling overwhelmed at the sensation of his cock and his fingers inside me at once.
Kai fucks my ass slowly at first, and then he picks up his pace, finding a rhythm with his fingers as he alternates his thrusts between my ass and my pussy. The sensations flooding my body are out of this world, and I exist on an alternate plane.
I come apart first, screaming from the top of my lungs as the most intense, most powerful climax literally rips through me, tearing my body apart before sealing it back together.
Kai shatters, roaring as his cum fills my ass. I can feel the warmth trickling down my legs when he pulls out, and then we collapse on the bed in a tangle of sweaty, exhausted limbs. Kai pulls me into his body, wrapping his arms around me protectively. “Was that good, baby?”
“That was more than good,” I truthfully admit, grinning. “It was hot as fuck.” I’m still smiling as I press my ear to his chest, listening to the comforting beat of his heart, letting it lull me to sleep.
I’m expecting it to be awkward the next morning with Jackson, but it isn’t. He acts normal. Like he wasn’t in the room watching our most intimate moments. And I appreciate that. I know he’s doing it to ensure I’m comfortable and that I don’t regret letting him into our bedroom.
Jackson is gorgeous, and seeing him jerk off while watching Kai and I fucking was one of the most erotic moments of my life, but it was most definitely a one-off.
I love Kai.
I’m in love with Kai.
And I don’t want to share any aspect of our relationship with anyone else.
We’re naked, wrapped around one another, later that night, in bed, supposedly watching a movie when Kai clears his throat, capturing my attention. I prop up on one elbow, tracing my fingers along the tattoos on his chest as I wait for him to spit it out. He mutes the TV. “I’ve been thinking.”
“Oh, oh,” I joke, and he slaps my ass.
“I’m being serious.”
“Okay.” I plant a sober look on my face.
“What if we took off? You and me? We have enough money to disappear.”
I place both hands on his chest. “I know we do, and it’s not like I haven’t thought of that, but they would never stop looking for us.”
“We could move around.”
I kiss him. “God, I love that you want to do that. I honestly do. But it wouldn’t work. They would catch up to us, eventually. Do you want to be looking over our shoulders for the rest of our lives? And could you leave everyone behind and never see them again?”
He pulls me into his arms. “I’d do it for you.”
Emotion bursts out of me. “Fuck, I love you.” I kiss him hard. “I love you so much, but we both know we can’t leave.” I sigh in exasperation. “He would take it out on our loved ones, and I couldn’t live with myself if anything happened to them because we selfishly ran.”
“It’s not selfish to want a normal life.” He weaves his fingers through my hair.
“But it is to run when we know others will pay the price.”
He rests his head atop mine. “I know you’re right. I’m just so frustrated. We need to find that evidence.”
Guilt slams into me. I don’t know how to tell him the truth about his mother’s murder. If there will ever be an opportune time. But I’ve decided he needs to know sooner than later, and I’ll tell him when he returns after Christmas.
It’s risky because I’ll have to find a way of stopping him from going after his father.
But I won’t hold on to this secret indefinitely because he has a right to know.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Unfortunately, our time together goes way too fast, and before I know it, Drew is texting me telling me to get my ass back to the Barrons’.
It kills me saying goodbye to Kai and the guys, and I have a physical pain in my heart, fighting tears, as the Uber takes me away from them.
I plant a fake sm
ile on my face when I arrive back at the Barrons’, telling Elizabeth I’ve ordered a custom-made watch for her son, with a personal engraving I designed, and it’ll take a few weeks to be delivered. I remind her to keep it a secret, and she promises Charlie won’t know I was gone these past two days.
Charlie is in great form when he arrives back, grabbing me into his arms and kissing me thoroughly. I panic for a minute, hoping he can’t taste or smell Kai on me, and all that does is exacerbate my guilt.
I feel sick kissing Charlie, and I can’t do it for much longer.
The following morning, it’s as if a switch has flipped, and he’s cold and dismissive at the breakfast table.
I see little of him the next couple of days as he leaves each day, only returning in the early hours of the morning.
I’m bored out of my skull and practically climbing the walls in frustration. The ballet studio is closed for Christmas, and I don’t have any space to dance here. I pound the treadmill in their home gym for a couple hours each day, but that’s the height of my excitement, because I’ve already smoked the joint Jackson gave me. I can’t concentrate long enough to watch a movie or read a book because I’m nervous about dinner at my father’s tomorrow, especially with Charlie’s fluctuating mood swings.
When Christmas morning dawns, I try my best to enter into the spirit of things, but it’s hard to remain cheery when I’m dreading dinner and I’m pissed because Kai didn’t answer my call last night. I know he’s in New York, at the Hunt residence, by now, and Sawyer mentioned they host a lavish Christmas Eve party, but surely, he could’ve found five minutes to call me.
I’ve decided Charlie has the male equivalent of PMS because he’s floating on cloud nine this morning, and all seems to be forgiven. He hasn’t let me out of his arms, and he lavished me with ridiculous presents I didn’t need, including a fabulous deep-red dress that swings out from the waist and rests just above my knee. He begs me to wear it to dinner, and I’m guessing he’s trying to one-up Trent, because he’s never bought me a dress with matching shoes and jewelry, and he wouldn’t have picked out something I’d like. The dress has a high neckline which covers my bigger bust and slim straps. It’s elegant but understated, and it’s something I would have chosen for myself.
I’m happy to wear it if it keeps Charlie happy. And if he wants to rub Trent’s nose in it, who am I to stand in his way? I welcome any opportunity to stick it to my ex.
I both hate and love seeing glimpses of the old Charlie, because it reminds me of the boy who was one of my best friends, and guilt assuages me for faking things with him while I’m sneaking around behind his back.
But I remind myself I have no choice.
The first big surprise lands the minute we walk into the formal dining room at Chez Manning when my father introduces me to his fiancée.
I blink several times, and tug on my ears, sure I must be mistaken as I look over the willowy blonde draped across his arm. She’s younger than him but not too young, which is surprising given what I now know about the elite’s penchant for younger girls. Charlie squeezes my waist, and I snap out of it.
“I apologize for my rudeness,” I say, extending my hand toward her. “But I’m a little taken aback. My father has never mentioned you.”
Drew does a slicing motion across his throat behind the bastard’s back, and I know I shouldn’t push his buttons, but I’m on edge today, and that’s when my snarky side usually comes out to play.
“Well, I’ve heard all about you,” Patrice says, smiling broadly, revealing a set of perfect teeth. “And I’m looking forward to getting to know you better. I know I can’t replace your mother, but I’m hoping we can be friends.” Her green eyes sparkle with expectation as my stomach flips over.
“You can’t replace my mother,” I say with a tight smile. “And you shouldn’t want to.” I take a sip of my champagne, eyeing her over the rim. “Not if you value your life.”
Father almost chokes on his whiskey, and Patrice fusses over him. Charlie steers me away over to the other side of the room. “What the hell is wrong with you?” he asks in a low voice so only I can hear.
“If he wants me to act polite, he could at least give me some warning!”
“You know everything you do reflects on me,” he says, twirling a lock of my hair and subtly pulling on it. “So be on your best behavior. Today is important.”
“Why?” I eye him suspiciously.
“It just is.” He tucks me in under his arm as Sylvia, Trent, and Christian arrive. Sylvia and I exchange knowing looks and purposely avoid conversing too much as we wait to be called for dinner. I’m surprised Shandra isn’t here, but I’m guessing she had plans with her family. Trent glares at me and Charlie, and I snuggle into Charlie’s side, pawing at him and somehow resisting the urge to flip Trent the bird.
Dinner is a tense affair, and I’m fed up being bored, so I decide to liven it up a little. “So, Patrice. How did you and my father meet?” I ask, as we are waiting for our dessert to be served. Charlie tenses on my left while Drew tenses on my right.
“Oh, we work together.”
“You work at Manning Motors?”
She shakes her head, and her blonde hair sways with the motion. “I work in the legal department at Parkhurst.”
Figures. She must be a blue blood.
And it’s clear she’s the perfect trophy wife.
This must be another box he needs to tick.
“How lovely,” I drawl, lifting my glass to have it refilled.
“She’ll have a water,” Charlie says, placing his hand over the glass before the waitress can top it up.
“You don’t get to decide that for me!” I eyeball the waitress. “More champagne, please.”
Drew pinches my thigh hard, and I count to ten in my head. I smile at the confused waitress. “Actually, I’ll just have water. Thank you.”
Father sends a proud smile in Charlie’s direction while Trent loudly chuckles. “You poor bastard.” He points at Charlie. “You’ve no idea what you’re in for. You sure you still want to go through with it?”
“Trent.” Christian sends a warning to his son, and Sylvia and I lock eyes at the same moment with the same inner thought. What is he implying?
“I know it’s a foreign concept to a cold, ruthless bastard like you, but I love Abby and she loves me. There is nothing to reconsider.”
Although I’m fucking furious with Charlie, I press my body into his, smiling as he kisses my temple.
After dinner, Father ushers us all into the burgundy living room. I frown as I spot the projector and screen that’s set up in the room. The drapes are closed, and the only light in the room is from a few lamps scattered around the vast space.
“What is this?” Charlie asks, and I notice the tick pulsing in his jaw.
“What would Christmas be without a few choice home movies?”
All the color drains from Charlie’s face. “No,” he barks out. “I didn’t agree—”
“You sure you want to continue that sentence, son?” Dad puffs out his chest, challenging Charlie.
“Charles?” Charlie’s dad steps forward, sending him an inquisitive stare. It’s clear neither of the Barrons knew about this.
I have a real bad feeling. Drew pins me with worried eyes, and I know he’s sensing the same.
“Well?” Father asks, leveling a harsh look at Charlie. The bastard extracts his cell. “You want me to call it all off?”
Charlie clears his throat. “That won’t be necessary.”
Father nods, pride and relief shining in his eyes, before he turns a hate-filled look at me. Acid crawls up my throat, and butterflies invade my chest.
“Mom. Can you and Lillian step out of the room, please,” Charlie says, exchanging a silent communication with his father.
“They can stay.” Father smirks.
“I’d rather they didn’t.” Charlie stares at his mother, gesturing toward the door. She looks to her husband, and he nods, and she
ushers her daughter out of the room with a perplexed expression on her face.
“You might want to sit down for this, Abigail.” The bastard smirks again, his eyes lingering on my chest briefly.
Drew and Charlie both stiffen, and I fight a bout of nausea. “I’m fine to stand.”
“Very well.”
I want to charge him and wipe that smug smile off his face. I glance at Charlie as my father moves to the projector. “I know you know what this is.”
His jaw tightens, and his muscles strain against the sleeves of his dress shirt. “You have no one to blame but yourself. Just remember that.”
My stomach drops to my toes, and I brace myself for it.
But absolutely nothing could’ve prepared me for what appears on the screen.
The bastard has the volume turned up loud, and our collective moans ring out around the room. My cheeks inflame, but it’s not from embarrassment although I’m completely humiliated watching the replay of the other night in Kai’s bedroom on a screen large enough to show every thrust and every touch in detail. No, I’m consumed with murderous rage as I watch the man who fathered me attempt to break me again.
The recording starts at the part where Jackson is jerking off, just before he leaves.
“Turn it off!” Drew shouts.
“We’re just getting to the best part,” the bastard says. The video fasts forward, and I cringe as I watch Kai maneuvering into my ass.
Christian’s loud laughter rings out around the room, and I’m sickened at the sight of the telltale bulge in his pants. Sylvia’s glazed eyes peer at me, with a hint of sadness, and her “get numb” strategy is looking more and more appealing. Trent looks ready to fly across the room and murder me.
“You did this,” I hiss under my breath, glaring at Charlie.
“No,” he grits out, averting his eyes as Drew races toward the projector. “You did this to yourself.”
“How did you get that footage?”
“I planted a camera in your purse.”
“You unimaginable bastard.”
“All you had to do was stay away from him.” He stares at me, his nostrils flaring, knuckles clenching, muscles bulging. “How could you lower yourself to do that with Lauder watching? I thought you had more class, but perhaps Trent is right, and you’re nothing but a whore.”
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