It didn’t take long before she walked back to her car. She opened the door and got in. She put the key into the ignition but didn’t turn it. Instead, she leaned back and sighed.
“Kina,” I said, and she jumped, spinning around in her seat.
“Jacob,” she said with a gasp when she realized it was me. “What the hell are you doing? You scared me to death.”
I leaned forward, putting my face close to hers. “I want to fuck you.”
I was so turned on. Her anger had fueled me.
“What do you think this is?” she asked. “You can’t just demand to fuck me after we had a fight.”
She swallowed hard before parting her lips slightly. Her pupils were dilating, and I could tell I wasn’t the only one who was turned on. Besides, her anger was just making me hotter and hotter.
“Come back here, baby. Let’s forget about everything.”
She shook her head, but it didn’t look like she was saying no to me. It looked like she was fighting with herself.
I leaned forward far enough that the seat dug into my chest, and I kissed her. She made a surprised little yelp, but she kissed me back. I pushed my tongue into her mouth, tasting her, exploring her. Her hands wrapped around my neck, and I knew she was in the same place I was. She wasn’t going to push me away.
“Dammit, Jacob,” she said when she broke the kiss. She got out of the car, slamming the door like she still had a temper and opened the back door, getting in next to me. I didn’t let her say anything, even if she wanted to. I pulled her close to me and kissed her hard.
My hand went to her breast, and I squeezed it, massaging her through her clothes. She whimpered into my mouth. Her hand moved into my lap, rubbing my erection through my jeans. It made me want to push my dick into her, to take her again and again.
When I started unbuttoning her blouse, Kina broke the kiss and looked around.
“No one’s here to see us, sweetheart,” I said.
“We can’t afford more gossip.”
I nodded. “I know. But we’ll be fine, here. Let me help you forget about all of that.”
She looked at me, her eyes large, before she kissed me again. I proceeded to undo her shirt and put my hands on her lacy bra. She looked fantastic in her underwear. Kina shifted her weight and broke the kiss to get rid of her pants. In the car, there wasn’t enough space for me to do the honors.
When she was naked except for her bra and the open blouse, I reached between her legs. I pushed my fingers into her slit, and she moaned. She was so wet. I groaned, pushing my fingers into her, pumping them in and out of her body so she gasped.
Her hand went to my pants again. This time, she undid the button and pulled down the zipper. She fiddled with my jocks, pulling them aside so my dick sprang free. I was hard, popping up like a jack-in-the-box. Kina moved her hand up and down my shaft, her fingers loosely jacking me off.
We didn’t have a hell of a lot of time, or space, for foreplay, but it wasn’t necessary. She was so wet, she was almost dripping, and I was so hard, it ached. I hurried up when putting on the condom.
Kina must have thought the same thing about us not having a lot of time, because she clambered onto my lap, her legs straddling my hips. She lowered herself onto my cock and gasped as I pushed into her. She moved around, adjusting to having me inside of her. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against mine, kissing me. I loved it when she did this. Sex with her was never about just getting off. Sure, we fucked, and it was intense, but she always seemed emotionally on par with me and that was so much better.
Sometimes, I felt so much more connected to Kina than I ever had with Marisa, and that had been a long-term relationship. That just went to show that I had been with the wrong person before.
This was what it was like to be with the right person, to be connected to someone real.
I stopped thinking when Kina started rocking her hips back and forth, pushing me deeper into her and pulling back up again. The sex was fantastic. She was great in any position, whether I was taking her or she was doing the work.
But I loved having her on top.
Kina rode me, bucking her hips, going harder and harder. The car was small, and her knees were up against the back of the seats. If it bothered her, she didn’t show it. Her hands were around my neck, her breasts close to my chest, and I put my hands on them, grabbing them, squeezing them. She moaned when I lightly pinched her nipples, and she upped her pace.
We could get caught like this, I was aware. I noticed her looking around us every now and then, but she didn’t stop and that was enough for me to know we were still safe. If we got caught now, we’d be in trouble, but there was something about living on the edge like this, toying with danger, that made the sex so much better.
Or maybe it was just Kina on top of me, the way she was riding me with her tits in my face and her expression orgasmic that made it feel like the best sex we’d had so far.
But then, every time with her felt like the best time ever.
Kina gasped and moaned as she rode me. I pushed my hand down between us and found her clit. There wasn’t much space for me to move, but I didn’t have to. I put my finger on her clit, and she moved up and down against my cock, creating friction on her own clit through her movement.
She gasped and moaned, her cries becoming louder as she worked herself toward an orgasm. I could feel it coming, the way her walls started contracting around my cock, the way her cries became very sexual. Her mouth was open, her lips rounded, and I knew what her mouth felt like, tasted like. I wanted those lips around my cock sometime. But not now. Right now, I was getting fucked by the hottest woman alive, and she was very close to an orgasm.
I’d barely thought it when she tipped over the edge. She cried out and her body clamped down on mine. Her body curled forward, her breasts against my chest and her face in against my shoulder. I put my hands on her thighs and pulled her toward me so that I pushed deep into her. I could feel her muscles contract and release repeatedly as she came in waves, shuddering through her orgasm.
When she came down from her high, she breathed hard and looked at me through hooded eyes. Her hair hung in her face, a sexy mess, even though I hadn’t had her on her back beneath me. She looked sexed up and hot.
“That was fantastic,” I breathed. She smiled at me. She was so tight around my dick now, her body sensitive after her orgasm. She moved her hips slowly, grinding against me.
It was my turn to take control. I put my hands on her hips, gripping her tightly with my arms around her thighs and I started bucking my hips, hammering into her from beneath. She cried out, collapsing onto me and breathing hard as I fucked, slamming into her.
She was so small and so light, holding her like this and having my way with her, even though she was on top, was a breeze. These were the days that I was glad I had such a strict training regime.
Kina’s cries became louder and louder, her breath forced out of her chest by my ramming into her and her sounds, the feel of her body around my cock, pushed me closer and closer to the edge. My balls tightened, and I felt my dick grow inside her. She was still clamped down around me, and that was exactly what I needed to push me over the edge.
When I came, I cried out and she gasped. I shoved myself into her as deep as I could, and she moaned as I jerked and spasmed, emptying myself out. My orgasm kickstarted her second orgasm, and she screamed once, loudly, before she fell back into her regular gasps and moans.
“Oh, God, Jacob,” she groaned, her face riddled with sexual pleasure.
I dipped my head and kissed her breasts, taking a nipple into my mouth. I sucked on her, making her moan and whimper.
I finished pumping into her, and slowly, her contractions died down, too. I lifted my head again, and she lay against me, her body tired against mine. I wrapped my arms around her and held her against me as her breathing slowed. She shivered, and I rubbed her back in slow circles.
Finally, she pushed up and looked at me.
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�I should get dressed,” she said.
I nodded, and she got off me. When I slipped out, I gasped, more sensitive than I’ve been before. I shifted to the side, giving her more space to get back into her clothes. She struggled into her pants and buttoned up her shirt. I tucked myself back into my pants and just like that, aside from her disheveled hair and the smell of sex in the car, it was as if nothing had happened.
We were also back to the strain that had been between us before, when we’d been fighting. I watched her. She didn’t make eye contact.
“We have to get out of here before someone sees us together,” she said. As if someone seeing us now would be so much worse than what we’d just been doing. She got out of the car and got back behind the steering wheel. She sat there, waiting for me to get out of the car. I wanted to say something, but I had no idea what to say, so I didn’t say anything at all.
I got out of the car.
Kina switched on the car, put it into gear and pulled out of the parking space. She drove off without looking back at me once.
I watched her car until it disappeared around the corner before I walked to my own car. I could still feel her, a ghost of her on my cock, throbbing, pulsing with the memory of what we’d just done.
Chapter 28 – Kina
I shouldn’t have slept with Jacob again. After everything that had gone wrong, sleeping with him was probably the stupidest thing to do. I should have walked away from him, or rather, kicked him out of my car, and carried on with my life.
But I couldn’t. He was there looking so damned hot, so worked up by my anger and that turned me on, too.
It was a mistake, of course. Everything about Jacob was a mistake. The best mistake I’ve made in a long time. What did that mean? Was it more of a mistake, then, or less of one?
Something about him was so attractive, though. He drew me in a way that I’d never been drawn by a man before. I couldn’t stay away from him, couldn’t stop myself from sleeping with him. That was a problem. I had to draw a line somewhere.
We were in a lot of trouble. My job and his were on the line, and he was still my client. Fucking in my car where anyone could spot us would just make matters worse.
Even if I felt something for him. Yes, I admitted it to myself. Even if the parking lot had been completely deserted. Even if I didn’t want to date anyone right now because my life felt like it was falling apart.
Still, I couldn’t get him out of my head. I couldn’t stay away from him, and I didn’t want to.
When I closed my eyes, his face when he came inside of me still flashed. I could still feel his skin beneath my fingertips, his dick inside of me as I rode him.
I shivered.
We hadn’t spoken about anything. We’d fought on the beach about something that we didn’t agree on. Jacob made it sound like my reputation was something that would fix itself, like my career was stable enough to handle this kind of pressure.
It was a different story for him. They needed him, and he would always survive rumors. My job was to not let my clients have rumors haunting them. Instead, I’d created rumors by my actions.
Jacob didn’t care enough about that, and it pissed me off.
I didn’t like that we hadn’t spoken about everything. It was unresolved. We disagreed, but we didn’t have any idea what we were going to do to fix it. We hadn’t discussed any steps. We’d argued and fucked, and that wasn’t like me at all. I was good at my job because I had plans, and I made them work step by step.
But that was all a moot point, wasn’t it? I wasn’t good at my job when I was the reason everything had gone wrong.
And that wasn’t even talking about Kyle and everything else in my personal life.
The phone rang, and when I answered, it was Lacey.
“How are you doing?” she asked.
Being a PR manager, too, she knew exactly what I was going through. She had been in the same position, in fact.
“Yeah, I’m okay,” I said. “It bothers me that I don’t know how to deal with Jacob. If we’re not fighting we’re … you know.”
Lacey chuckled. “I know. You need to talk about it, though. You need to tell him how you feel.”
I shook my head. “I don’t feel anything.”
“Sure.”
“I don’t, Lace.”
Lacey sighed. “Kina, let me tell you something. Lying to yourself only makes everything so much harder. I’ve been there, too. I don’t have to tell you how things were between me and Hanson at first.”
“It’s not the same,” I said. “This can’t be—”
“Your Mr. Right,” she finished my sentence for me. “I know. You told me. But Kina, what if it is? You’re just going to fight this, ignoring the facts that are staring you in the face?”
“I can’t do this,” I said. “Everything is already so bad.”
“So? Stop fighting it, then.”
I groaned inwardly. Not fighting it would just get me in a worse place. What if I was too busy, too caught up in my job or my brother’s issues or a myriad of other things, and I couldn’t make it work? Everyone needed a piece of me. What if Jacob wouldn’t let me divide myself up? No, I wouldn’t do that.
“I can’t do this,” I said again. “I just want to sort out everything that’s already gone wrong and then leave it at that.”
Lacey chuckled again. I wanted to ask her what was so damn funny, but I couldn’t pick a fight with her, too.
“I have to go, Lace,” I said. “Thanks for checking in. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”
We ended the call, and I sighed. I did have feelings for Jacob. I’d stopped trying to argue with myself about it. Instead of telling myself it wasn’t true, I’d accepted the fact and decided not to act on it. Or tell anyone else.
I had too much on my plate. I had my career to save, my client to pull up, and Kyle wasn’t even speaking to me. After everything, I had to worry about him, too, because he couldn’t handle his own life. Where did I have time for a man?
Lacey would be right if my life were normal and Jacob was a normal guy and Kyle wasn’t a pain in my ass that needed constant supervision. She knew what she was talking about, but she had found the perfect guy, one who understood that her life would never fully belong to him. I wasn’t sure I could do the same with Jacob.
And even if I could, I didn’t think I would manage in a relationship. I was too independent. Jacob wanted attention, and I just couldn’t do it.
My phone rang again.
“Yeah?” I answered.
“Kina? It’s Sadie. I got your number from Lacey. I hope you don’t mind.”
I shook my head, even though she couldn’t see it. “No, of course. What can I do for you?”
“Oh, nothing to do. I just wanted to check in with you. I know how hard it is when you’re all over the tabloids. Trust me, I’ve been there.”
I sighed and leaned back in my chair. “I think the only good thing coming from this is the fact that I’m not the only one. I would rather it didn’t happen, of course, but it’s good to know I’m not alone.”
“You’re really not,” Sadie said. “Do you know anything about the issues Brian and I had before we started dating?”
“I don’t,” I said.
I only knew Sadie through Brian, who was on the team with Jacob.
“We were trying to keep things under wraps because I was so unsure about our relationship. The why is a very long story. Anyway, no matter how hard we tried to keep it quiet, someone always ended up spotting us, and we got published in the tabloids. It made everything a lot harder.”
I felt her pain. “I can imagine,” I said. “What did you do?”
“Well, this was because of Brian, if I have to be honest, but he confessed his feelings to me, and we came to terms with the fact that no matter what we do, we’ll always be in the paper. It’s like you’re giving a part of yourself up to the fame, but you don’t have to give them all of it. Does that make sense?”
It did
make sense, but it wasn’t the same. There weren’t any feelings to confess. There was nothing that I could say that could be in the limelight or stay behind closed doors.
“I hear what you’re saying, Sadie,” I said. “I just don’t know how to handle it messing up my job. I mean, I know I was wrong in what I did. I can’t deny that. But my career is at stake now, and it’s a lot harder for me to deal with.”
“I know,” she said. “And I’m sorry to hear that. But Jacob is a great guy.”
I politely thanked her. We didn’t talk for much longer. We barely knew each other and didn’t have much to say. Besides, I had to get back to work, doing my job while I still had it.
When she hung up, one thing that she’d said stood out to me. Brian had confessed his feelings to her. Lacey was saying the same thing, that I had to tell Jacob how I felt.
But what if I didn’t know how I felt? What if I was scared that I felt something different than he did? That terrified me almost more than the idea of having to make it work between us along with all the other pressures in my life. I didn’t want to admit that part to myself, but I feared being rejected.
Did that mean I had more feelings for him than I’d thought? Was I too scared to risk it? God, so much drama, which was something I didn’t need.
I tried to focus on my work, to do what I was getting paid for. I had paperwork to go through, emails to send. I couldn’t think about it all. I was distracted, and I felt like my emotions were all over the place. I worried about Kyle, stressed about my career and wondered about Jacob.
And I would get nowhere if I didn’t talk this out. Lacey and Sadie were both right.
Dammit.
I hated when that happened. But now that I knew, I had to act.
Chapter 29 – Kina
I dialed Kyle’s number and waited for him to answer. The phone rang for so long that I was sure I would get voicemail. I was so nervous that my palms were sweaty and my heart was pounding.
I was starting to prepare what I wanted to say in my mind when he answered. By the time he did, I was rather surprised, since I was expecting him to ignore me. I figured he must not know my number.
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