Kai’s been acting suspicious for 2 weeks now and I can’t figure out what the hell she’s hiding.

I feel like a jealous spouse or something.

She’s started dodgy behavior, you know the ones. Stepping out of the room to take calls, lowering her voice so I can’t hear, trying to make sure I’m not looking over her shoulder.

It’s driving me up a wall, but I don’t want to pry into her business.

Ironic, when usually I bother her about telling me exactly what’s going through her head.

But this feels different. And like it’s not about us, but something bigger.

I just have no idea what.

Training camp starts tomorrow and I’m not going to have time to try to figure it out unless she tells me.

“You having the guys over?” I rinse the shampoo out of my hair and slide my shower door open some so she can hear me.

“Yeah. Last night of freedom.”

“Okay, I’m heading out. Text me when you’re done tomorrow.” She starts to leave the bathroom, and I swipe a hand over my face.

“Hey!”

“Yeah?” She’s distracted, glancing at her phone and I wish I knew why. But I’m trying to give her a little more space, let her trust me enough to come to me without me pushing her.

“Give me a kiss.” That gets me a soft smile, and she comes over, kissing me so that I want to tell the guys tonight’s off and drag her into the shower instead.

She pulls away first. “Tomorrow.” Then she walks out of the bathroom and I’m as puzzled as ever.

I’ll have to ask the guys about it. Maybe I’m overreacting.

What I really want to do is keep her here and not let her go, though. We haven’t had sex in a few days and I’m getting a little antsy about it.

Maybe I’ll do that anyway. I shut off the shower and snatch a towel from the rack, running out of the bathroom.

“Babe.”

She’s in the middle of grabbing her purse from the counter and has one foot poised above her slides.

“Yeah? I swear I was going to remember to turn off the AC before I left.” We like different temperatures and whenever she comes over, she sets my temp when I’m not paying attention and then I wonder why it feels like an inferno later.

I walk closer, a smirk growing on my face. I can’t help it, it’s basically automatic at this point.

She groans, walking backwards. “No way. I’m already late.”

“Being a little later won’t make a difference then.”

“Yes, it will, and you know it. I’ve already ignored one of Keyra’s calls.” I stalk her around the couch, feeling like a lion in a jungle, waiting on his prey to make a mistake.

“Harlan.” Her voice is low and pleading and I think for a second that she’s going to stop and simply pout. “Stop it. I can’t.”

“But you want to.” I stop, and she stops, the industrial wood table between us. My mouth lifts again and I put my hands on the edge of the towel knotted on my hips.

“You better not.” She warns, and I raise a brow. I flick the edge of the towel and it opens, falling to the floor. I’m already hard and I grip my cock, giving it a slow stroke and I watch as she catches herself a little from a small knee buckle.

Oh yeah, I’m sure of the effect I have on her and I feel no shame at playing it up.

She knows she has the same effect on me. She should, at least.

Her eyes blink slowly and she pulls her lip between her teeth, shifting on her feet. “You…” she blows out a hard breath, putting her hands on her hips and turning in a circle.

She’s so damn amusing.

I round the table and watch her body tense as I get closer, leaning and wrapping my arms around her, crossing them tightly under her breasts.

“You want it just as much as I do now. I bet you’re getting wetter by the second.” I trail my lips over her ear, down her neck, over the line of her shoulder in her strappy tank top.

“I’m not.” She breathes, but puts her arms over mine.

“So you’re not thinking about how my dick feels pressed against you? Or remembering when I fucked you in front of the mirror and left handprints on your ass?” I slide my hands down to her hips, moving her forward, and she brings her hands up to brace against the wall.

“No.” Her breath hitches. “I don’t…remember that. Maybe you should…remind me what happened.” She tilts her hips up and back, and I brace my hands on the wall above her, closing my eyes.

So damn hot.

“Maybe we need to make a new memory then. Something you won’t forget.” I slide off her pants and underwear, and she steps out of them quickly.

“I don’t know, you’re kind of easy to forget.” She turns so her back’s against the wall and runs her hands up my chest, a teasing glint in her eye.

“Damn woman, you really know how to wound a man.” Condom. Need a condom. Scanning the area around us, I remember we threw some in the kitchen drawer.

After using Skyn, I don’t know if I want to go back to regular latex.

I make short work of grabbing and donning protection and stop right before I make it back to her.

“What?” She questions, and I feel like I’ve had the wind knocked out of me.

I knew I liked Kaija, but up until this very moment, I was just going with the flow. That’s what I was telling myself anyway.

I’ve heard of people falling into things head-first but I haven’t done that since…Delia. And this is the first time I’ve felt this way.

Wanting to be near her all the time, thinking about her, worrying about her.

Now looking at her waiting for me half-naked, the softest look on her face…fuck, man.

“Not that I’m not enjoying the view you’re giving me, but we’re on a schedule here.” She smiles, stripping her tank top off. Her top must’ve had a built in bra because she’s not wearing one.

Can you be so hard that you feel light-headed? I think I’m that.

She leaves the wall and bends over where she dropped her phone, and I can’t stop myself from gravitating towards her ass. It’s so damn round and peach-like. Always want to take a bite out of it, but I settle for smacking it, making her gasp.

“Think you can rock my world in 10 minutes?” She gasps, rising on her toes when I slap her other cheek, cupping her ass in my hands.

“Set a timer, make it 5.” I caress her ass one last time and she cheekily sets pulls up the timer app on her phone as I pull her back towards me and put her back against the wall.

“Okay. 5 minutes.” She holds the phone between us and I stroke my hands down her sides, just enjoying the feel of her under my fingers.

“Just say when, baby.”

She looks up at me, lids lowering and teeth creeping out to bite her lip when I run my sheathed cock against her clit in a tease.

“Now.” She drops her phone on the rug at the same time as I lift her up with both her legs over my arms, opening her up perfectly for me to wedge my cock inside her in a slow push.

“Oh my fucking…” She drops her head back against the wall and I bury my face in her neck, my own groans mingling with the sexy as hell sounds she’s making.

I fuck her like our lives depend on it, quick and dirty and she’s clutching me so hard that I know I’m gonna have welts on my back from her nails.

I’ll wear any marks from her gladly.