The Need Boxset

by K. I. Lynn

  If I didn’t already know I’m ruined for any other woman, it’s obvious now. Kira owns all of me. I don’t want anything from any other female.

  There are two cars parked in front of the house when I pull up, but the garage is empty.

  “Hello!” I call out as I step into the kitchen from the garage.

  Silence.

  The backyard is empty, but there is evidence that Kira was out there with her friends from the towels and bags spread out on the chaise loungers. That explains the extra cars.

  Fuck. She’s not alone. Dad and Sonia are still at work, and my perfect opportunity to corner Kira is gone.

  Giggles float in the air as I make my way upstairs. I swear I hear my name as I throw my duffle onto my bed.

  “You have to tell us!” Someone squeals as I walk across the hall.

  “No!” Kira says.

  With her resistance, I’m pretty sure I did hear my name and that I’m the current topic of conversation.

  I push open the door, and four heads snap my way and a couple of shrieks are let out.

  “Oh, shit!”

  I smirk and lean against the doorframe, my arms crossed in front of me. “Ladies.”

  They’re still in bikinis, hair hanging damp down their backs. Kira’s cheeks and shoulders are pink. She probably forgot sunscreen again.

  “You scared us!” one of the twins says. I think she’s Ashley, but I’m not sure.

  “Sorry. What are you girls up to?” I stare at Kira and her mouth, which had been hanging open in surprise, snaps shut and her gaze hardens.

  “Get out,” Kira says. Her friends turn to look at her, then back to me.

  “What? I can’t hang with you?” I ask, my bottom lip jutting out a little bit in mock hurt.

  Her expression is neutral, giving me nothing. “No boys allowed.”

  “Payback? We were kids, and that was your brother.”

  “Well, as an adult, I can say I don’t want to play with you.”

  Ooh, my snarky girl is out. “Oh, I doubt that, baby.”

  Her eyes widen, jaw clenched tight. By the giggles of her friends, my suspicions were right—they know. In fact, one of them probably came and got her the morning she left me.

  Kira lets out a huff, and my gaze zooms down in reflex to watch her tits give a little jiggle.

  I really hope she doesn’t wear that thing in public, because I’m two seconds from throwing her friends out and ripping it off her. If I’m like that, I can imagine the reaction she receives, and it makes me homicidal.

  She adjusts the strap, and I groan at the pale line on her pink skin. Does she have similar pale triangles on her chest? I really want to find out.

  “Are you going back in the pool?”

  “Yes,” her friend Jenna pipes in. “Want to join us?”

  I push off the door and grab the bottom of my shirt, yanking it off. “Let’s go.”

  “Oh my God, is that a K on his chest?” one of the twins gasps.

  “Look at that tattoo on his side. Don’t tell me that mermaid’s hair isn’t the same color as Kira’s,” the other twin says.

  “Yo, this man is so owned,” Jenna pipes in.

  Kira glares at me. “We’re not going now, dipshit. We just got out.”

  I give them a pout. “We used to have so much fun in the pool.”

  She rolls her eye’s and I know she’s reaching her boiling point.

  “Fine. Have your girl time.”

  “What are you doing?” the twin that commented about the K on my chest asks me.

  “Packing.”

  “For your apartment?”

  I nod. “I think it’s missing a woman’s touch.” I wink at Kira, who flips me off.

  “Oh, really?” Jenna turns to Kira, who is now beyond pissed.

  “Out!” She points to the door as she glares at me.

  I hold my hands up and back away. “Yes, mistress.”

  After passing into the hall, I pull the door closed and wait. There’s giggling, but it’s silenced by Kira.

  “Shut up! You three are terrible.”

  “Seriously, Kira, how can you turn that down?”

  “She can’t!”

  I step away with a smile. No, she can’t.

  I’m really beginning to like her friends.

  As I enter my room, I close the door and lean against it. My dick is so fucking hard and I’m sure they noticed, especially when I took off my shirt. I rub my palm against my jeans, right over my shaft. A shiver runs through me and my hips rock against my hand as I let out a hiss.

  I need to get off, but I don’t want to do it without her.

  Instead, I pick up my laptop bag and climb onto my bed. I started a list of things I need to take back with me this weekend so I can continue getting my apartment set up. Right now, it’s just a shell with furniture, but at least I’ve got that.

  As I scan over the list I notice there’s one thing missing—Kira’s name at the top.

  I’m turning into such a pussy for the girl, but I’m perfectly fine with it.

  Most everything I moved home last month is stacked up in the basement, and a good majority of it will go with me. There’s the rest of the summer to get it all there, not that there’s a ton. Every week I have to spend half of the time here for my job, but I have a feeling more than that will be spent here.

  This is where Kira is.

  I pull out a notebook and begin writing down the boxes that are higher priority. I’d love to simply print it off, but my printer is somewhere in one of the boxes.

  There are still giggles going on in Kira’s room as I head down to the basement. Once there, it doesn’t take long to pull aside what needs to go back with me and sort out what isn’t going at all.

  On my way back up, I hear Kira’s friends shouting and Kira replying. She’s at the bottom of the stairs. I didn’t even hear her on the steps above me.

  I stay hidden in the basement doorway and crane my head around the frame. She’s walking into the kitchen, and I nearly bust my blue balls all over my shorts.

  Kira in a bikini does so much more to me now than it did six years ago, before she had tits and ass to fill it. Before she morphed into the petite, sexy woman I want to pin to the wall with my cock. I can’t help but follow the sway of her hips.

  She turns and jumps a little before glaring at me. “Are you following me?”

  “I just came upstairs and I’m thirsty.”

  She eyes me, then notices the paper and pen in my hand. I set them down on the counter and take in her fuckable body in the most blatant manner. My lips pull up in one corner, and I reach down to adjust my dick. Her gaze darts down, staring, transfixed, for a beat too long.

  Yeah, I know what you want, baby.

  She huffs, then turns around, throwing the fridge door open, blocking me.

  But it doesn’t hide all of her, and I’m stuck staring at her perfect ass.

  So easy. All I have to do is slip a tiny piece of fabric aside and I’m home. The one place I’ve always belonged.

  After pulling out some sodas and closing the fridge door, she continues trying to ignore me.

  Not a good idea in my state. I’m left staring, unable to rip my eyes away from every square inch of exposed skin begging to be licked.

  Begging to be covered in my come.

  So entranced, I’m not even paying attention to what she’s doing, only her movements. I move without direction. Pure animal instinct leads me until I’m standing behind her.

  She stops moving, stops breathing as I grab onto her hips with both hands, unable to stop from grinding into her sweet ass.

  “Brayden.” She chokes out my name. “Stop.”

  It’s such a feeble request. No strength at all, especially when she pushes back against me.

  “There you go, vibrating again for me. I can feel it. I know how much you need it.”

  I trail my hand along the edge of her suit and slip under, right at her mound. She draws in a shudderi
ng breath, and my hips jerk against her.

  Slick and smooth skin lies between her legs, and I’m salivating for a taste. It’s been way too fucking long since I’ve eaten her out that I have to force myself to stop from dropping onto the floor and sucking on her pussy until she’s juicing all over my face.

  “Do you miss me here?” I ask as I slip between her pussy lips, pressing in.

  “N-no.”

  I growl at her answer and shove two fingers in. “No lying, baby. You wouldn’t be this wet for me.”

  She shakes her head. “That’s from my swimsuit.”

  Her protests are so cute.

  “Nice try. This . . .” I slide her juices over her clit, flicking it, making her squirm. “. . . is not water.”

  I trail my other hand up her stomach and under the flimsy piece of cloth hiding her nipples. Her breast is so soft in my hand and a contrast to her nipple which is hard and begging. The moan Kira lets out as I pinch her nipple between my fingers is exactly what I need.

  That sound tells me she needs this as bad as I do. These three days were just as hard for her as they were for me, despite her words.

  I slide my fingers out of her pussy and rub up against her clit. At the same moment, I flick her nipple. She bucks against me, another moan slipping out, and her head falls back onto my shoulder.

  “That’s it, Kitty. Feel what only I can do to you.”

  No protests, but I don’t let her.

  She’s trapped by me. One hand fucking her pussy, hips rocking into her, the other hand groping her. My mouth is latched onto her neck.

  I need to mark her. A reminder for her to see every time she looks in the mirror.

  “B-Brayden.” Her hands latch onto me—one in my arm, the other in my hair. She moves against me in a rhythmic, desire-driven pulse.

  I’m so close to bending her over and fucking her.

  “What do you want?” I ask as I nip a trail up her neck.

  Her eyelids are heavy, her juicy lips hanging open. So far gone, so close to coming she can’t even respond.

  I let go of her tit and slide up to her jaw, grabbing hold and tipping her face toward mine.

  As soon as my lips find hers, she searches out my tongue.

  It sets off a spark, and I pull her so hard against me that my palm grinds into her clit.

  The kiss is wet and electric, and I can’t stop devouring her. The second I find her g-spot, she screams into my mouth before tightening her grip and biting down on my lower lip.

  It’s so strong—our intensity, our want.

  All I want is to crawl inside her.

  Grinding, purring, my Kitty can’t stop moving. Her pussy clamps down on my fingers, and I know what’s coming.

  My hand stops and I slow my kisses, despite her protests.

  It’s fucking hard, torturous even, but necessary.

  Her whimpers and pleas cut through me, but it’s a lesson I need her to remember—she needs me as much as I need her.

  “I know you want more, Kira.”

  “Please!” Her hips grind against my hand, searching for more.

  “You were so fucking greedy for it, and you still are.”

  I slip my fingers back in, and she shivers in my arms.

  It takes every bit of strength in me to pull away from her. So difficult when I know how close she is, how bad she needs it. Her hands are braced on the counter as she turns around.

  Her expression . . . Holy fuck, I’m almost coming in my jeans from the strength of her lust.

  “Please.”

  The desperation in her tone tears at me, makes me want to surrender. But I can’t.

  She has to see, has to remember, has to feel our connection at its strongest. Soak in it until it permeates every last part of her again.

  “Not right now.”

  Her brow scrunches up, eyes watering in what I’m guessing is sheer frustration. “Why?”

  “When your friends leave, when you can’t stand it anymore. When you need to finish yourself off, find me.”

  She steps forward and grabs on to my shirt. “I want it now. I can’t go up there like this.”

  “Later,” I press, despite my dick begging to put her on the counter and drive into her.

  “Now.”

  “Five minutes ago, you didn’t want anything to do with me.”

  “And now I’m like this, and it’s your fault.”

  I smirk at her. “Then come find me later. Find out just how good the buildup can be. Come to me, and I’ll make you come harder than you ever have before.”

  Her jaw locks, and she slaps her hand against my chest. “Asshole!”

  “Oh, I’ll be taking that soon, baby, but not tonight.”

  She stares up at me in shock, giving me the opportunity to step back and out. I turn around when I reach the doorway and give a couple strokes to my cock.

  “See you soon.”

  Her thighs clamp together as she bites down on her bottom lip, making me second-guess my leaving.

  I take a few deep breaths on my way to the staircase.

  “Oh, hi,” a voice says as I start climbing.

  I look up to find Jenna coming down. “Hey.”

  “Have you seen Kira? She went to get some snacks, and it’s been a while.”

  I nod. “Yeah, she’s in the kitchen.”

  Her gaze narrows on me. “Why do you look like the cat that ate the canary? Or in this case, the Kira?”

  I smirk at her and lick my fingers. “I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about.”

  She laughs, but when it dies down and I’m about to leave, she stops me.

  “Brayden, look, I don’t know what went down with you two, and all joking and teasing aside, that’s my best friend.”

  “Hurt her and you’ll kill me?”

  She shakes her head. “You’ve already done that.” I grimace and hang my head. “What you just did right there shows me you’re hurt too. Make our girl happy so I don’t have to chop your dick off, okay?”

  “That’s all I want to do, but she’s fighting it, which I completely understand.”

  “Keep fighting.”

  “Always.”

  She smiles and punches my arm. “Guess I’ll go pick up whatever mess of a girl you left.”

  “Hey, Jenna.”

  She turns back to me. “Yeah?”

  “Thanks for being such a great friend. I know because of me she didn’t really have many friends that were girls.”

  She giggles. “I forgot about that.”

  I head back to my room and shut the door, then collapse down on my bed.

  My dick is still hard, thumping in my jeans.

  I check my watch—it’s already almost five. Unless her friends leave right now, I’d be lucky to see her for a long time, let alone tonight.

  Fuck.

  I rub against my shaft with my palm.

  There’s no way I can make it through work tomorrow like this. I’ll be a raging fucking lunatic.

  I really want to come in Kira, but for my own sanity, it’s best to rub out a quick one. But next time, it will be smeared all over her pussy lips and oozing out of her tight cunt.

  My friends left just before dinner, abandoning me. They’re all on my shit list as I think they’re conspiring with him.

  Then again, I’ve never told them everything.

  Somehow, by some miraculous means, I made it through dinner. Brayden stared at me almost the whole time, our parents clueless as they ignored each other.

  The conversation was stifled, and that’s putting it nicely. For the life of me, I don’t understand why Steven even tries to engage his son in conversation. The dislike on both ends is so obvious that it felt like a heavy presence in the room. I had to physically restrain myself from reacting every time Steven spoke to him in that forced, slightly condescending tone.

  Brayden gave as good as he got, but it still wasn’t easy.

  My mother didn’t say one word to Steven, which made everyt
hing worse.

  I always disliked the man and I won’t deny it. Lately, though, I’ve begun to truly hate Brayden’s father.

  At one point, Brayden brushed the back of his fingers lightly across my upper thigh.

  Did I mention that I hate him, too?

  Now, I’m alone, staring at my laptop, trying to force myself to stop looking at the door.

  It’s not working.

  My thighs clench, trying to keep them from moving, to keep me from thinking about the man across the hall. The one who drove me to insanity earlier and left me like this.

  I’m so horny. Clawing the walls, so far gone I’m not thinking straight.

  My pussy keeps twitching, aching to be filled. Stuffed by that huge cock of his. Spread open as he pounds into me.

  I glance over to my nightstand and contemplate pulling my vibe out. The problem is, I know it won’t be enough. A hollow orgasm. Unfulfilling and frustrating me further.

  But I don’t want to go to him either. I don’t want to prove to that cocky bastard that he was right.

  Even though he is.

  I can’t stop thinking about him, about his touch. How freaking perfect he feels inside me. How much I want it.

  These are his terms, not mine.

  I press my fingers against my clit as my thighs rub together. My nipples are so stiff every shift of my hips has them rubbing against my tank top. Then it hits me, smacks me in the face.

  It was on a day close to this, maybe even this same day last year, that I got my first taste of him.

  My first addictive hit.

  The day he almost took my virginity.

  I wanted him to do it. He was almost there.

  Mom has the worst timing.

  I won’t even allow myself to get into thoughts about how things would be different if he had.

  Instead, I wonder if he’s high right now, just like he was then. Did he get off after he teased me this afternoon?

  I feel like I’m going out of my mind.

  What is this?

  I can’t do anything but fantasize about him touching me.

  No, that’s not true.

  I can go across the hall and take what I need. Not because he told me to, because I want it. Me fucking him, not the other way around.

  I’m off my bed and to the door. It’s eleven, so Mom and Steven should be asleep. The hallway is dark by their room, no light from under the door, but there is a small sliver coming from Brayden’s room.