Illicit (Perfect for them Book 2)

by Melissa Adams

  But now, as I can still taste her kisses on my lips, nothing could keep me away from the woman I love.

  Kaya gave me and the guys keys to her apartment, so we don’t have to go through reception. We aren’t that paranoid to think that Dad would check who comes and goes but it’s better to avoid drawing attention to what we do.

  Tonight I’m in luck, the reception desk is unmanned when I quickly cross the hallway and ride the elevator to the penthouse apartments.

  I let myself into a living room that’s shrouded in darkness and walk toward the light that’s visible under the bedroom door.

  “Princess?” I call out with a light knock and when she opens the door my breath catches in my throat as I take in the sight of Kaya in a black lace bra and panty set that doesn’t leave a lot to the imagination.

  Well fuck, whatever her underwear does leave to the imagination, trust me when I say that my cock is filling in all the blanks, because for a second my mind goes completely empty.

  All I can do is look at her and stalk toward her as all my blood flows down south and by the time my arms band around her waist I’m so fucking hard for her.

  I touch my lips to hers and she surrounds my neck with her arms, rubbing her soft body against mine like a cat.

  The only coherent thought I can muster is to rip her underwear off and bury myself inside of her, fucking her and listening to her come undone around me over and over.

  And I’ll do that but last time I took her on the wave of so many overwhelming emotions, thinking that our first time together was definitely going to be the last one too. Tonight I want this to be different, I want this to be our beginning.

  “Kaya, if we do this – I know how much I’m asking you to risk, princess. I need to know that you’re sure that this is what you want.”

  If she said no, I don’t know what I’d do but I owe it to her to make sure that she walks into this illicit relationship with her eyes wide open.

  She looks at me with a fire in her gorgeous green eyes, it’s more than her passion for me, it’s determination.

  Kaya isn’t the girl I met three years ago, the sweet, insecure teenager who looked at the world through rose tinted glasses.

  The creature in my arms is a woman who knows who she is and what she wants, who’s been burned and suffered. And I know that my twin brother and I are a big part of that suffering. We put her through fire more than once.

  “I love you, Chase. I choose you, we’ll be careful but I accept the risks. Because the consequences of not being with you are the only thing I can’t take.”

  I kiss her before I even say it back, I drink her in but it doesn’t quench my thirst. That’s the trouble with Kaya, every touch, every kiss only makes me want more.

  “I love you too. So fucking much.”

  The next few instants are a blur of lips and feverish hands as I let her take my clothes off while I refuse to stop kissing her.

  My skin feels hot and needy, I’m burning for her like I never have before.

  “You’re fucking overdressed for what’s gonna happen next, Kaya,” I growl. “Help me with your underwear or I’ll rip it.” I bite out as my fingers reach the edge of her panties.

  She takes her bra off, her smile taunting me in the sweetest of ways. “You wouldn’t dare!”

  Rip. “The fuck I wouldn’t.” I throw the now useless scrap of lace on the floor and when my lips meet hers, I nip more than kiss her.

  I keep kissing and nipping my way down her neck, shoulders and chest. I pay special attention to her nipples, licking, sucking and finally scraping my teeth against their velvety hardness and I want so much more that I almost can’t take it.

  The room grows quiet apart from our breathing, our kissing. We’re still standing, facing each other, too enraptured in our desire to even think about walking toward Kaya’s bed.

  And in part, I’m waiting to get her on the bed because the last time we were together I got so carried away with my need for her that I took her without taking care of her the way I had been dreaming of.

  That night our emotions had come to a crashing point and our encounter was in equal parts love, fury and resentment.

  Tonight? I want to show Kaya that all that I have left is love for her and it’s all hers if she wants it. I’m all hers if she wants me.

  So when my lips leave her tits, they continue their journey down the soft skin of her stomach, my hands gripping her hips to keep her where I need her.

  “Ah,” she gasps as I reach her center, giving her a warm, soft, closed mouthed kiss.

  I drag my closed mouth all the way down the edges of her slit, where her bare skin is soft and sensitive. When I reach the apex of her thighs, my tongue darts out licking a trail all the way up to where I started.

  My first few licks are soft, light. I know that too much pressure on that sensitive bundle of nerves can even be painful if it’s too soon.

  So I tease her flattening my tongue and hitting that sweet spot repeatedly, until her faster breathing tells me that she’s ready for more.

  That’s when I use the tip of my tongue to draw light, lazy circles on her, increasing the pressure when she threads her fingers into my hair.

  I lick her soft, throbbing skin until I find the right pace and when her soft moans tell me that I’m doing this right, I begin alternating licking and sucking.

  “Chase,” she begs and I have no intention of stopping, kissing her until she comes with a little scream. Her fingers are digging into my scalp and I tighten my grip on her hips to support her.

  I stand up and guide her head onto my chest, stroking her hair and giving her time to come down from her high. I’m excited and so proud that I made her feel that good, I’m ready to do that again and again.

  “I could do that all night long, princess. You taste so fucking sweet.”

  She giggles, lifting her gaze to meet mine. “I think I would pass out if you did that to me all night.”

  I reply with a smirk. I’ve always enjoyed getting a rise out of my sweet Kaya. “Are you challenging me, princess?”

  This time she laughs. “Fuck, no. I know you way too well, you only accept one outcome when you’re challenged. You win.”

  She knows me so well, I think as her hand skims down the plains of my chest and stomach, inching lower and lower.

  She traces that V that points down to where I’m still rock hard for her.

  I close my eyes when she wraps her hand around my shaft stroking my whole length in slow, languid tugs.

  I concentrate on the sensation, anticipating each time that her hand reaches my tip, moaning when the pad of her thumb strokes the sensitive skin right underneath it.

  “Kaya, you need to stop. If you keep this up, I won’t get to be inside you, princess.”

  She stops touching me and walks toward the bed, turning to smile at me and I’m instantly by her side, taking her in my arms but keeping her still upright.

  “So, I believe you’ve been with Bryce and Parker?” I ask, making her blush adorably.

  “Yeah. But Chase, I don’t think—”

  I interrupt her. “I don’t want the details, Kaya. I just have a couple of questions. Did you try being on top?”

  She nods. “I did. It was different. Good but different.”

  “What about doggy? Did either of my best friends take you from behind?”

  “No,” she whispers and I kiss her long and deep, before gently turning her around, so that her back is to me.

  I move the long, silky curtain of her dark brown hair to one side, dragging my lips down the back of her neck and shoulders. I grab her hands, guiding them to rest on the mattress, making her lean against its edge, so that her chest and stomach rest comfortably on it.

  I look at the smooth skin on her back, the sinuous curve of her narrow waist and her soft hips, the perfect round of her tight ass.

  I reach down between her thighs, running my fingers over her opening, tracing her soft skin and moaning in appreciat
ion when I find her soaking wet.

  “Fuck, you’re so perfect Kaya. Perfect for me.” I withdraw my hand, guiding my hard length there but I don’t enter her.

  I tease her by rubbing it all over her, smiling when she responds by getting wetter and by pushing her hips toward me.

  “This will feel a little different, princess. You’ll feel more full. You need to tell me if it’s too much.”

  She lifts her hips again, rubbing herself against me, so I stop teasing her and enter her with a slow but confident thrust. I push myself into her wet, tight heat, inch by inch. I stop only when my hip bones find the round, firm softness of Kaya’s ass.

  I wait a few moments to make sure that she has time to adjust to my invasion and then I begin to move.

  Slowly at first, increasing my pace gradually when I feel her open up to me.

  I bury myself deeper and deeper inside of her, thrusting harder when her moans and the rocking of her hips tell me that this feels as good to her as it does to me.

  “Chase, that feels so good,” she pants after a particularly deep thrust and that’s when she lifts herself off the bed, bringing her back flush with my chest and making the already tight fit between us even more snug.

  “Fuck, Kaya. You’re so tight. So fucking tight,” I grunt, fucking her harder and deeper, pushing in as far as her body will allow.

  I never want this to be over but when I feel her inner walls starting to tighten and quiver around me, I know that I’ve lost the battle.

  She screams as her pussy squeezes me one last time and I have no choice but to follow her over the edge, spilling myself inside of her over and over.

  We collapse on the mattress in an exhausted heap and I drag Kaya up on the pillows, draping her soft body on mine.

  I close my arms around her and when she nestles against me, I think that this feels perfect.

  It feels right.

  13.

  Dangerous Liaisons

  Reid

  I OPEN MY EYES AND close them immediately again when I’m hit by the soft ray of sunshine that creeps into the room from the gauzy, billowing white curtains that cover the room’s full length window.

  It’s too fucking bright and my head is pounding. Why didn’t I close the fucking shutters last night?

  I reopen my eyes immediately again and groan softly at the realization that I’m not in my room.

  “What the fu—”

  I lower my gaze down my naked chest and the small, perfectly manicured hand splayed on my abs confirms my worst fears.

  I’m not in my room and I’m not alone.

  There’s a blonde, naked girl in bed with me, her thin body wrapped around mine like poison ivy.

  What the fuck did I do? The last thing I remember is being at Murphy’s Law with the team and some of the Zetas and then nothing.

  Oh, no ... wait. No, I remember some more stuff, come to think about it.

  I was looking at Kaya sitting between Bryce and Parker, cursing them in my mind because they have what I want and will never be able to have.

  I was feeling bitter because my heart feels strangled by an icy armor that lets nothing touch me but pain and jealousy.

  Valeria was sitting on my lap, joking with some of my teammates and her sisters and I was already on my third scotch when I realized that I had left my phone in the car.

  I remember going outside to get it and bumping into Oliver on my way back inside the bar.

  He had stopped me before I reached the front door and showed me a small baggie of weed, offering me some.

  I’d been about to say no and go back inside but then I decided to accept his offer. Since Kaya’s birthday, Oliver had been making more of an effort to bury the hatchet and I supposed that I had to try too. I had to let go of the fury at the way he’d taken the frat president position from me and try to work with him instead.

  And some weed would probably help take the edge off my tumultuous feelings, anything to stop hurting.

  “Jolly good.” Oliver had smirked. “Let’s go smoke round the back though. We’re too exposed out here.”

  I didn’t even try to tell him that pot is legal in California, so there really was no need to hide. But then I reflected that the bar was right off campus and it wouldn’t have been the first time seeing coach coming in after a game. I’m sure he would have had a huge problem with me smoking regardless of the legality of it.

  Oliver kept talking about the game while we walked around the building and I wasn’t paying that much attention until we rounded the corner and I saw him back off two steps, almost crashing into me.

  I’d been about to ask him what the fuck was wrong with him when he’d silently pointed toward the back alley we had been headed to and I stood there in shock.

  It was like looking at a gruesome accident, where you know you shouldn’t look at it, you know it’ll fucking haunt you but you can’t look away.

  I close my eyes with a desperate grunt and the scene is burned into the back of my eyelids.

  Kaya and Chase.

  They were kissing. No, fuck. They were more than kissing, they were full on making out. His hands were all over her. On her tits, on her ass, inside her skirt.

  “Bloody hell, I guess we started something with that party game, huh? Not that I blame your brother, though. Your stepsister is a little delicious morsel. I’ve been thinking about getting another taste myself but was holding back since she has a boyfriend and he’s a brother. But seeing how she’s sucking face with Chase, I have to conclude that she isn’t that serious with Bryce? I guess I’ll throw my own hat in the ring too.”

  My first instinct had been to shut Oliver’s mouth with my fist but I didn’t do it to avoid blowing our cover.

  No, actually I take that back. My first instinct would have been to barge into that alley and break my twin’s jaw but what would the point have been in that?

  It was obvious that Kaya was perfectly willing and I had to wonder for how long those two had been fucking behind everyone’s back. How long did it take my brother to renege on our decision to stay away from our stepsister?

  I’m not an idiot, I’d noticed how their interactions had been different since the end of the summer. But maybe I’m naive, because I’d thought that Chase had succeeded where I kept failing. I thought that he’d found a way to be her friend, maybe even her brother. But the evidence was now in front of me that what that bastard had done had been finding a way into her pants instead.

  Motherfucker.

  So I’d ignored Oliver and turned on my heels and went back into the bar. I had ordered a whole bottle of scotch. I remember drinking, and drinking, and drinking until it was empty.

  Then the rest is a blackout.

  I look at Valeria’s sleeping form again. Have I fucked her? I run a shaky hand over my face, trying to clear my thoughts and focus.

  I can’t remember. I can’t even remember coming here in the first place. But if I have to judge by the fact that I’m completely naked and that Valeria is too ... oh, fuck.

  I was planning to get close, to hang out with her, to help sway her father with that business deal. But I wasn’t planning to fuck her. Or to spend the night.

  Guilt burns bright inside me, Valeria doesn’t deserve this. And I fucking hate myself even more because even though I shouldn’t feel guilty toward Kaya, I do. I don’t owe her anything, God knows that aside from not being together, we barely even have any kind of relationship. I have barely exchanged ten words with her since the beginning of last summer.

  And yet, since we arrived at the house in Star Cove last June, I could barely even look at another girl. I couldn’t even kiss one.

  I stayed away from Kaya but that was just physical, my heart, my mind have been constantly with her. I know I’m fucking pathetic but there’s nothing I can do about it. My heart wants Kaya and no one else will do. I’m resigned to the fact that love isn’t in the cards for me because I can’t stop loving a girl I can never have.

  It
’s been so bad that even my body has let me down. It started even before I saw my stepsister again. When I realized that I was gonna have to spend the summer in the same house as Kaya, that I’d have to see her again I couldn’t even hook up anymore. I haven’t told anyone, not even Chase. Since the day our dad told us, after last spring break, that he expected us to show up at the summer house and work with him, I couldn’t even get it up anymore.

  Yeah, my cock would refuse to rise to the occasion. After the first couple of embarrassing moments with some random girls, I stopped even trying. What’s the fucking point? Every time I even got close to a girl, I could only see her in the back of my mind and then ... nothing. My dick would go limp and stay soft. Sure the copious amounts of booze I’ve been drowning my sorrows in didn’t help the situation but I’m trying to cope the only way I know how.

  At least I don’t think there’s anything wrong with me, physically I mean. Because while I can’t get it up for any girl, as soon as I’m alone, mostly in the shower, things change.

  If I had a penny for every time I’ve jerked off thinking about Kaya, I’d have more money than my dad.

  “Hey, morning.” Valeria’s voice makes me reopen my eyes.

  She braces her hands against my chest, propping herself up and placing a shallow kiss on my lips. I’m so stunned that I don’t respond in any way, I just sit there like a deer caught in front of headlights.

  “Morning,” I grumble when she sinks back down by my side with her head on my chest.

  “Let’s make it a good morning then. Or better afternoon, it’s past two pm. You certainly made my night a really good one,” she purrs as her hand snakes down inside my boxer briefs and grabs my morning wood.

  And just like that, as soon as she tugs on my hard cock stroking its whole length, I go soft. My erection literally deflates in her hand.