I lick my lips before pressing them to his chest. He flinches at my touch, his hand finding its way to my hair, but to my surprise, he doesn’t pull me back.
“Well, I guess you’ll just have to find out for yourself if you won’t listen to me.”
I don’t even try to bother attempting to figure out what they’re talking about. It’s obvious it’s to do with me. I’ve got every confidence that I’ll get it out of Spike once he hangs up one way or another.
“No, no. You don’t need to. We’ll come to you.”
He pauses while I make my way down his stomach, his eyes locked on mine. The warning that was there morphs into a look of desire and need as I descend.
“Why not? Today seems like as good a one as ever.”
I couldn’t agree more.
“Fuck,” he barks once I’m on my knees before him and my tongue licks at the end of his cock. “Yeah, yeah, sorry. I… uh… spilled my coffee.”
Smiling to myself, I part my lips and suck him into my mouth.
A groan rumbles up his throat. It’s low enough that Zach would never hear it, yet I feel it all the way down to the tips of my toes.
His fingers tighten in my hair as he encourages me, his fight for this not to happen long gone.
“O-okay. Uh huh. Yeah.”
Pulling back, I flatten my tongue and lick up the underside before swirling it around the head.
The muscles in his neck pull with his restraint, and his jaw pops as Zach says something else in his ear.
“Fine. See you soon.”
Pulling it from his ear, he shoves his finger into the screen, harshly ending the call before dropping it to the counter behind him.
“Damn it, Kas.”
Sitting back on my haunches, I look up at him innocently. “What? Just thanking you for last night.”
Our eyes hold in a battle of wills, but I think we both know that right now mine is stronger. His cock bobs temptingly in front of me, and when I lean forward once more he doesn’t do a thing to stop me. Instead, his fingers dive in my hair once more and he lets out a loud growl as I suck him as deep as I can take him. His head falls back as his fingers tighten, losing himself to the sensation.
“Fuck, my dirty little girl looks good on her knees.”
His words send liquid lust straight to my core.
I work him slowly and drive him crazy with need before I up the pace and allow him to take the release he needs.
“Kas, fuck. Tiny,” he grunts, his hold on me getting harder as his cock twitches violently between my lips.
I assume it’s my warning, but I’m going nowhere. His salty cum hits the back of my throat, and I swallow it down until he’s finished.
Standing to full height, I find his wild, hungry eyes trained on me. His hand remains in my hair, but for a second, I have no idea if he’s going to use it to pull me closer or to push me away.
“You shouldn’t have done that, Tiny.”
I shrug. “You know I’m not one for following the rules.”
“Fuck,” he barks, looking away from me. “Zach’s coming over. He needs to see with his own eyes that you’re okay.”
Ignoring him, I push up on my tiptoes. “Kiss me.”
“Kas.” His voice is low, and it sends shockwaves through me.
“Kiss. Me.”
He hesitates for only two seconds before his fingers twitch and he closes the space between us.
His lips press against mine before his tongue plunges into my mouth. I moan the second he finds mine. I need this so fucking badly.
My nails scratch at his shoulders as I try to get closer. Just being pressed up against his hard body isn’t enough. I need more. I need everything.
Sensing my need, his hands drop to my arse and he lifts me onto the counter. I gasp when the cool of the marble bites into my skin. He uses the opportunity to deepen our kiss even further. It’s wet, dirty, full of need, and utterly consuming. The exact distraction that I’ve been craving since he walked me out of that warehouse last night.
“Spike,” I moan into his mouth.
“We’ve got fifteen minutes.” His hands are everywhere as he tries to take as much from me as I do him.
“Then we’d better be quick.” He drops his lips to my neck, his hands cupping my breasts and pinching my nipples.
“I need to shower.”
“Sounds perfect,” I sigh, thinking of the water running down his skin as he slides into me. My thighs clench around his waist, my heels digging into his arse, forcing him closer.
“You’re going to get me killed, Kas,” he warns, kissing down over my collarbone. If it didn’t feel so fucking incredible, his words and the reminder of last night might have been enough to cool things off. But that’s the thing about when we connect: nothing else matters. Hell, nothing else exists.
“You’re wasting time,” I warn, although it pains me to do it when he laves at my nipple before sucking it deep into his mouth.
In a beat, he has me in his arms and is carrying me once again. In seconds we’re in the bathroom and he’s kicking the door shut behind us before turning the shower on. He doesn’t wait for it to warm up. Instead, he stands us both under it before pushing me back against the tiles.
I don’t notice the cold. I’m too consumed by him.
“Are you wet for me?” he moans in my ear.
“Yes. Please, Spike. I need you.”
With my legs hooked up high around his waist and his hips pinning me to the wall, he releases one hand from my arse and teases my wetness with his cock.
My muscles contract, desperate to feel him pushing inside me.
After what feels like forever, he finally lines himself up with me before dropping me lower and impaling me on him.
“Fuck,” I cry as the sensation of him stretching me open consumes me. “Yes, yes.”
Taking both of my hands in one of his, he pins them against the wall above my head.
“You’re fucking addictive, little girl,” he grates out, his lips brushing against mine, his increased breaths fanning my face. “You’re like my little drug. I try to resist. I know it’s bad, but fuck, it’s so fucking good.”
His lips capture mine before I get a chance to say anything—not that I have a clue how to follow that up.
His thrusts get faster, wilder as his pelvis rubs against my hip in the most delicious way.
“Oh God, Spike. So good, so fucking good,” I moan when he rips his lips from mine.
He releases my hands, allowing me to touch him. My fingers run over his hair, scratching at his scalp before I begin clawing at his shoulders once again when he grabs my arse and pulls my lower half from the wall.
The angle change is mind-blowing, and in only seconds I’m racing toward my release.
“Oh God, oh God,” I chant before Spike thrusts into me one more time and sends me crashing head-first into an earth-shattering orgasm.
I cry out some unintelligible words as the sensations take over my entire body and I float away on the pleasure only he’s able to give me. Just like I remember from last time, as I fly, I feel free, and the only two things that exist in the world are the two of us.
He’s right about one thing: it is fucking addicting.
20
Spike
The last thing I want to do is walk out of that shower without her and once again forget about our time together, but it’s what’s got to happen.
“Take your time,” I whisper against her lips, allowing myself one more kiss before I turn my back on her and grab a towel.
The atmosphere in the room changes almost instantly, and despite the fact that it’s full of steam from the hot shower, it feels icy cold as I break what we shared.
“Spike?” Her voice is quiet and broken, and I hate that I’ve got to do this. She needs support right now, someone to hold her, not for me to walk away. But I can’t.
I’ve already made so many mistakes with her, and despite my best intentions, I just keep fuckin
g up even more.
Maybe I should just admit to Zach what’s been happening. I deserve the beating that’s sure to follow, there’s no question there.
Looking over my shoulder, I take in her small yet curvy body as the water streams down it.
Fuck, I don’t want to leave her there looking so vulnerable and unsure of herself.
“Your brother will be here in a few minutes. Take your time.”
With that, I pull the door open and sever the connection.
My heart aches the second the door closes behind me.
There is so much fucking wrong about all of this, but when we’re together, when she’s in my arms, it’s the only thing that makes sense.
I’m fully dressed and making a fresh cup of coffee when there’s a knock on the door. Kas still hasn’t emerged from the bathroom and I’ve almost gone down to check on her a million times, but I can’t.
“I brought breakfast,” Zach says as a greeting, holding a bag up in front of me, but I don’t miss how he looks around for Kas or anything else suspicious. I know how things looked last night. I know exactly what he’s thinking.
The smell of bacon hits my nose and my mouth immediately waters.
“Thanks, I need this.”
“Where is she?” he asks, stepping inside and looking down toward the bedrooms.
“In the shower.”
“Are you sure she’s okay?”
“As sure as I can be. She’s not exactly an open book.”
“She thinks she’s a hard arse, but I think we both know it’s all fake.”
I mutter my agreement, but I’m on edge and worried about saying too much and giving anything away. His shoulders are already tense, as if he’s come here for a fight, and there’s a deepness to his voice that isn’t usually there.
“How was she when you got her home?”
Broken. Traumatised. Scared.
“Exhausted. We cleaned her up, had dinner, and she crashed.”
Okay so it’s stretching the truth slightly, but it’s all he’s getting from me.
“We cleaned her up?”
“I ran her a bath. Although I wasn’t sure if she should have had it. She’s got quite a cut on her hip that I think might need stitches.” Another half-lie. I swallow down my guilt and just focus on what’s important right now, making sure she’s okay.
Noise from down the hall has Zach looking up impatiently. For someone who used to stay as far away from his family as possible, he sure is protective.
“Do I smell bacon?” Kas asks, cutting through the tension building in the room.
Her voice has goosebumps erupting across my skin. I’ve not even seen her and she’s affecting me in ways she shouldn’t.
“Yeah, I brought bacon sandwiches.”
Zach’s eyes soften as she must appear behind me, but I fight my need to turn and look at her. I’m already scared of what I’ll find after walking out on her like I did earlier.
“Let me just get dressed and I’m there. Coffee, too?”
“I’m on it,” I say, pushing from the sofa, glad of something to be able to do to try to rid myself of the nervous energy racing though me.
“She looks so pale,” Zach comments once the sound of her door shutting signals that she’s no longer in hearing distance.
“What did you expect? That fucker was going to…” I trail off. Neither of us need it spelled out.
“I know. I know. I was just…”
“Hoping it wouldn’t affect her. I’m not sure that’s possible, Zach. She might be strong, but even the hardest have limits.”
He’s nodding when I glance over, but his eyes are trained on the coffee table.
“Cruz’s guys cleared the place after we left. Everything is sorted.”
Shit, I hadn’t even considered the evidence and dead bodies we left behind. What the hell is my life turning into?
The biggest thing to ever happen to me was when she… Nope. I shake my head, locking down any thoughts of that time in my life.
“That’s… uh… good.” I guess.
I’m sitting down with three fresh coffees when Kas’ bedroom door opens and she emerges. This time I’m unable to keep my eyes averted and I glance up at her.
She’s dressed in an oversized hoodie, her curvy legs bare and sticking out the bottom. Her hair hangs still wet around her shoulders, her face clear of makeup, but it’s the redness to her eyes that makes my breath catch.
She’s been crying.
“Hey,” she says to Zach, totally ignoring that I’m in the room and walking over to him.
She drops down on the sofa beside him and accepts his embrace when he lifts his arm for her.
I watch them, feeling like I’m intruding when he drops his lips to the top of her head.
“How are you holding up?”
“I’ll be okay.”
My fists clench at her words. It’s her answer for everything, and knowing that the people of her past have clearly accepted it pisses me off.
Has she ever had anyone looking out for her?
“Thanks for this,” she says, reaching forward for the bacon sandwich.
“So, I was thinking. If you’re up for it, you should come to the studio with Spike this afternoon. Get your training started.” I don’t miss the warning glance he shoots me. He’s not happy about this, and I’m sure now he’s really regretting his decision to allow me to mentor her.
“Yeah?” she asks, her usual spark returning to her eyes at the thought.
“Yeah. There’s no point in you hiding here now, so you may as well make a start at your new life.”
She swallows nervously. “You still want me, even though you didn’t end up paying off my debt? At least, not with money, anyway.”
“Kas, the money had fuck all to do with it. I’d have willingly paid that and more to keep you safe. You’ve got a talent and need a decent job. It’s the perfect solution to getting back on your feet. And now all that is over with, I’ll start looking for a place for you to live.”
I half-choke on the mouthful of coffee I’d just swallowed, ensuring both of them turn their eyes on me.
“Sorry, wrong hole. Kas is fine staying here for as long as she needs.”
Both sets of eyes narrow, but for very different reasons.
“I appreciate that, Spike, but I think it will be good for Kas to have some space to figure out what she wants from life.” His words are sharp, making it impossible for me to miss his hidden meaning.
I look to Kas to find her lips pursed in frustration.
“I’m sitting right here. I can speak for myself, you know,” she snaps at Zach. I almost smile at hearing her usual fire returning.
“You want to stay here?” he asks.
“Well…” Kas flicks a look at me, but the hardness in her eyes doesn’t fill me with joy. “No, but I’d like to be able to make the decision myself.”
“No?” I ask, disbelief dripping from that one word.
She shakes her head at me, I assume trying to tell me that we’ll speak about this later, but it’s too late. I’m already pissed beyond belief.
“Fuck this, Kas. You don’t want to be here, you know where the fucking door is,” I bark, standing from the sofa and swiping my keys, phone and wallet from the counter and storming to the front door.
In hindsight, I probably gave away too much about how I’m feeling about my new housemate and confirming Zach’s suspicions, but the anger that’s burning in my belly doesn’t give a shit.
I run down the stairs, the red haze descending faster than I should allow. I’ve done everything for her this past week, and she can just forget it all that easily at the mention of Zach finding her a new place to live. Well, fuck her.
Fuck. Her.
“Good morning,” Louisa sings the second my foot hits the ground floor.
I have to give her a double-take when I look up. She looks good. Really good.
“M-morning,” I grunt.
“You look like
you could use a coffee. Is everything okay?”
I glance behind me, thinking about the two people I just left up in my flat as I consider her question.
“Yeah, everything’s fine.”
I might be frustrated with Kas’ answer, but I think we all know it was the right one. The longer she’s in my flat, the more I’m going to cave to temptation. The more I’m going to betray one of my best friends.
“Really? Want to talk about it? Freddie’s asleep, we should have at least another…” she checks her watch, “fifteen minutes.”
She takes a step toward her front door, which I now notice is open, and holds it wider, waiting for me to follow despite the fact that I haven’t actually answered.
When I stormed out of the flat, I had no idea where I was heading. Into Louisa’s definitely wasn’t a part of my plan, but I soon find myself following her. Having a coffee with a friend sounds much more appealing than randomly wandering around the streets.
It’s not the first time I’ve been inside her flat. It’s almost identical to mine—the only difference is that there’s kid stuff everywhere. And I mean literally everywhere. I’ve no idea how one little boy needs so much shit.
“Sorry about the mess. He’s like a little whirlwind.”
“It’s nothing. You should have seen the state of my place before K—” My words falter at the almost mention of her name. “I’m not exactly a neat freak. It used to drive Titch crazy.”
“He still living with his girlfriend?”
“Wife,” I correct. It still feels kinda weird thinking about him being a married man, especially as he went from single to married in the blink of an eye.
“Oh yeah, how could I forget,” she says with a laugh. “Black, right?” she asks, holding up a mug as I take a seat.
“Please.”
“So, what’s got you running from your own flat?”
“It’s nothing.”
I feel her stare the second the lie falls from my lips.
“Riight. Because it’s such a normal thing for you to do. You always seem so… sure of yourself. No offence, but you look like a hot mess right now.”
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