Kai
Four Weeks Later
“It’s huge!” Teagan exclaims.
“Somehow, I don’t think this kind of thing can ever be big enough. I mean, I don’t get the appeal, but I can tell by the way your eyes light up that this totally does it for you.”
We’ve been to several houses. Actually, that’s an understatement. This place is maybe the twenty-seventh house we’ve viewed. From the second we walked in, Teagan has been smiling. So, that’s a good sign.
Teagan spins in a dramatic circle, and her excitement is infectious.
This walk-in closet might have just sealed the deal for my girl.
She’s on the move once more, and I follow.
“Oh, Kai!”
When I round the corner into the bathroom, she’s stretched out in an obscenely large bathtub. With her Chucks propped up on the ledge, her fingers glide against the marble tiles surrounding her. After a quick peek over my shoulder for the real estate agent, I’m climbing into the tub with her. My legs cross over her hips as I face her.
“What do you think?” The way she asks tells me that her heart already lives here, and she’s just hoping I love it as much as she does. Really, what’s not to like about a tub big enough to fit us both easily? If we were alone, she’d already be naked, and we’d be celebrating.
What am I thinking?
Instead of answering, my hands wander. My palms brush her calves and travel behind her knees. Goose bumps accompany the journey as my hands slide down the insides of her thighs. She releases a soft moan that spurs me on.
“K-Kai,” she warns in a stutter.
My mouth touches the inside of her knee, and the way she trembles vibrates my lips.
“So, what do you guys think? It’s beautiful, right?” Footsteps head in our direction as the realtor comes in search of us. Getting closer and closer.
My fingers press down on the seam of her shorts, and she silently gasps.
“Kai, stop it!” Teagan’s fingers grasp at the sides of the tub, a half-assed attempt to get away. Her movement only works to my benefit, her pussy grinding against my hand.
“Did I lose you? Where did you guys run off to?” The voice of the man who is supposed to be showing us the house is much louder.
Teagan’s eyes are a rampant mixture of lust and fear.
“You want him to see how much you like it?” My fingers massage in circles as I taunt her, fast and relentless. “Well, do you?” Her flailing hands lose their battle, and her attempt to escape is thwarted as her limbs turn into putty.
“We’re in here,” I call out.
Teagan brings her hand to her lips and bites down on the heel of her palm while she bucks beneath my touch. Her eyes tell me that she’s turned on but also that she wants to kill me. I probably deserve it, but I can’t help if everything about her turns me on.
Knock. Knock. Knock. “Are you guys okay in there?”
Just outside the bathroom door, the realtor checks up on us.
Are you good? I mouth to Teagan, but she’s too busy falling apart.
The rhythm of my fingers slows as she comes back to the here and now.
The way her whole body stiffens when she realizes she just came with a stranger right outside the door is fucking adorable.
“We’ll be right out! My girl just wanted a quick minute alone to come”—Teagan’s jaw drops wide enough to catch flies—“to a decision.”
“Oh, okay, right.” His skepticism pours through the solid wall between us. “I’ll be right out here.” His tone warns against funny business because he isn’t going far.
Quietly and with an edge of threat in her posture, she crawls up my body. Her cheek brushes mine as her lips head to my ear. “You’re in so much trouble, Kai Grant.”
“As long as I’m in trouble with you, I’m okay with it.” My fingers caress the apex of her throat. Her still-heaving breathing vibrates my touch. “Come on, let’s go tell that guy we want to buy the house.”
“Is there a policy? You come in it, you buy it?”
“No, the policy is that, when your girl finally finds the place she loves after searching and searching, first, you make her come in it, and then you buy it for her.”
“Step one, check. Now, let’s go complete step two.” She beams.
Welcome to our new home, the place the rest of our life together will begin.