Why the fuck is Kira at this party?
Stupid question.
I have no right to begrudge her this. She should be here, having fun, experiencing college to the fullest.
It just burns that she came here without telling me. That she didn’t even think of inviting me.
That she’s pushing me away while making time to sit on the grass with Austin.
If Dana hadn’t told Ryan to call me, I wouldn’t have known Kira was here.
This party is taking place in one of the student’s homes—a mansion so fucking big, it’s bordering on ridiculous.
I’m never going to find Kira here, and according to what Dana told Ryan, Kira’s shitfaced. Drunk out of her mind.
And Dana lost her. That was almost an hour ago.
Growling under my breath, I push past the crowd, ignoring every drunk girl who tries to grope me.
Sometimes I wonder how I ever got high off this kind of attention. How my ego fed on it. It’s annoying as fuck.
I’ve already checked the large ass kitchen. Two of the sitting rooms. The foyer. The pool room. And almost every room upstairs.
I get a text from Dana. Marilyn just spotted her going into the movie theater on the first floor. OMW there now.
Of course this place has a movie theater, too.
Fucking ridiculous, as I said.
I about-face and practically fly down the stairs. I have no idea where the hell the movie theater is, so I grab a few people as I walk and ask them.
All of them are as clueless as I am.
They look at me as if I’m crazy.
To them, I probably look like I am.
Finally, I find one person who knows. Don’t know who he is, don’t care. He points me in the right direction, and I rush away without even thanking him.
The theater is all the way in the back of the house, in an area that’s actually empty. I get there in time to see Dana opening the door and rushing in.
Man, she’s an awesome girl. I can never thank her enough for caring for Kira the way she obviously does.
I go inside and find the small theater empty, except for Dana, Marilyn . . .
And Kira.
My breath whooshes out of me at the sight of her. I’m instantly hard, aching, furious, and possessive.
We haven’t fucked in days and I’d be lying if I said my balls aren’t full to bursting. I need sex like a fiend and she’s the only person to give it to me.
But she came here, in that tiny, dark purple dress.
I have no right to tell her how to dress. What the fuck is she doing coming to a party dressed like that without me?
Kira’s leaning against one of the chairs all the way at the front of the theater, refusing to move despite Marilyn urging her.
It’s obvious she really is drunk as a motherfucker.
“I just want to be alone, guys,” she says, almost whining.
I refuse to be amused. Now’s not the time. I’m too pissed at her.
But, fuck me. She’s sexy, adorable, and those lips are begging for my cock.
“I know, sweetie. But it’s not good for you to be alone right now.”
Kira swats Marilyn away. “Stop your shit, girl. You’re not my mother.”
Even Dana laughs at that one.
“She’s not. But I’m your man. And I say you’re not going to be alone.”
They all turn to stare at me as I walk down the short steps toward them.
Kira’s eyes flare with resentment.
With lust.
She rakes me with a cold stare that still manages to burn my entire body with how hungry it is.
Damn. If any of these girls just happen to look down a bit, they’re going to get an eyeful of how hard my dick is.
“I don’t want you here, either.” She swats me away like an imperious little queen.
“Girls. Leave us.”
Marilyn and Dana hesitate at my tone.
I don’t have time for this shit. “Now.”
Dana snaps to action first and leads Marilyn up the stairs and out of the theater.
Kira’s still looking at me with that rebellious hunger, a lust-filled sneer on her face.
I have no qualms about reaching down and palming my dick in front of her.
Her eyes flare with even more hunger.
“We’re leaving, Kitty. Now.” I can’t fuck her until she sobers up considering how angry at me she is, but I’m getting her home.
Kira steps toward me and stumbles at bit.
I rush forward and catch her, pulling her up against me.
Contact. Searing, torturous contact. I have my arms wrapped around her, my hands on her ass, before I realize what I’m doing. As always, it’s an instant reaction. Absolutely zero control over my own body.
Kira pushes at my chest and that sexy small growl she gives me turns me on so much. “Don’t touch me.”
My barely leashed temper snaps free. “Like hell. You’re mine.”
She struggles against me, her body sliding along mine. “Excuse me if I don’t want to go back to fucking the dick I’ve seen inside Jennifer two too many times.”
She’s hurting. I get it. Shit, I’d be even more feral in her shoes.
But I’ll be damned if I let her pretend she doesn’t want me anymore.
Fisting her hair, I slide my other hand under her dress and roughly shove her panties to the side.
Kira lets out a broken gasp at the feel of my fingers slipping inside her.
I move them around on purpose so she can hear how wet she is. “Lie to me again. Tell me you don’t want me,” I growl in her face.
Her arms wind around my neck and she slams her lips against mine. Growling at me like she hates me and wants to eat me at the same time, she kisses me with everything she has.
Owning me.
Trying to control me.
I want nothing more than to show her who’s fucking in charge here, but she’s licking my tongue like it’s the tip of my dick, and her hips are thrusting up and down, fucking my fingers.
Using me for her pleasure.
Her body locks up, her plump pussy swelling around my fingers. A throb, a rush of liquid, and she’s drenching my hand, her sexy moans echoing between our lips.
God damn.
I manhandle her, my mind cracking under the pressure of so much need. Spinning, I fall to my knees on the short steps and place her beneath me.
The steps are short but they’re huge. Enough to accommodate her lower body on one.
Kira leans back with her elbows on the step behind her. Head thrown back, gorgeous throat exposed, she struggles to pull in air.
I lean back on my haunches and yank my belt open.
The sound makes her raise her head. By the time her eyes are on my crotch, I already have my cock out in my hand.
She whispers my name like a prayer.
Finally.
This is what I need. No more distance. No more pain. Just her and her nearly demonic need to have me.
And I need this even more.
I grab her thighs and tug her toward me. Kira says my name again. Her hands land on my shoulders, fisting my shirt.
I spread her legs wide, wider than I probably should, and slide that juicy cunt right onto my dick.
Her body arches off the stairs like she’s being possessed.
She is.
If I haven’t left enough of me inside her for her to understand—for her to accept—that I own her and always will . . .
I’m going to remedy that.
And there’s nothing she can do about it.
I pull my hips back, slow, hissing at the slick feel of her pussy walls tightening. Trying to keep me in.
Kira whimpers, clenching me even harder.
Wanting to let me go and powerless to do anything but keep me.
Using all my strength, I slam back into her.
One hard, vicious thrust.
She cries out and comes all over me.
Again.
Just like that.
I crack my neck, a growl purring through my chest, and lay into her. No mercy. No thought.
I’m close. Just a few more pumps into that slick cunt.
Kira fists my hair, her moans bouncing off the walls around us. I lower myself down and brace my elbows on either side of her head.
She tries to tug me down and kiss me.
I slide one hand beneath her head, fisting that beautiful hair, and drag her up to me. “Who told you that you could come here dressed like that?”
She bites my lip hard enough to make my vision snap white. I think I taste blood. “Fuck you. You don’t own m—” She chokes on her words with my next thrust.
I can’t stop groaning, yet somehow I’m laughing in her face at the ridiculousness of her statement. “You want to keep fucking lying to yourself, Kitty?”
She hisses like the wild cat she is and leans up to lick across my bottom lip. When she pulls back, I see it.
Her lips are stained with the blood she drew from me.
I press my lips to hers, our tongues dueling. We’re nothing but a mindless mass of sex, and I can feel the come rising up my shaft.
In the back of my head, it registers that I hear people speaking.
Drawing closer.
On the other side of the door.
“That bitch ruined my life!”
“First off, don’t ever call her a bitch in front of me. Got it? Secondly, you have no proof it was her that sent your parents that video. Third, back the fuck off, or I’m going to forget we were ever—”
The door opens.
I raise my head enough to look up. For a split second, the fact that we’ve been caught freezes me.
Then I see two pairs of familiar blue eyes locked on us.
Jennifer.
Austin.
A sick insanity takes over. A raw need for both vengeance and possession that drives me to do one of the stupidest things I could ever do.
Rearing up over Kira, I wrap my hand around her neck, pumping my cock quick and deep into her.
She looks up and sees them standing there. I glance down at her long enough to make sure she’s not looking at him.
No. Her eyes are on Jennifer. There’s fear in them.
Gloating.
Vindictiveness.
I look back at Jennifer and see that she’s staring at me with tears in her eyes.
Smirking coldly at her, I lean down and kiss my girl with everything I have.
And Kira comes. Loud. Violent. Un-fucking-deniable. There’s no way our little audience won’t know what just happened.
I laugh into our kiss, my balls so tight they’ve almost crawled into my body. They haven’t left.
Probably too shocked to do so.
This is evil of me to admit, but I hope they’re both too pained to react.
I nip Kira’s chin and fuck her like there aren’t people watching us. “My little sex kitten wants to be filled up with my come?”
She can’t even nod, she’s so far gone. Tears streak down the sides of her face. Her nails are clawing at any part of me she can find.
I’m about to come. There’s no way I’ll be able to hold back.
Locking eyes with Jennifer, I let it roll over me, and make one thing very clear. “I love you, Kira. I fucking love you.”
Jennifer’s eyes snap with hatred and she reaches for her phone right as I start to come.
The orgasm is so powerful I get trapped in each wave, even as my mind screams that this bitch is about to record us.
Austin snatches the phone out of her hand and lifts her up, kicking and screaming in rage, out of the room.
I can hear Jennifer trying to scream something and then all of a sudden her voice is muffled, as if someone put their hand over her mouth. What sounds like a struggle takes place outside for a few seconds.
Then silence.
I fall on Kira.
She sobs, pushing me off her.
For a moment I think she wants me away from her.
She rolls over, choking for air and I realize I was pressing her into the step completely. I’d cut off her air.
“Baby.” I reach for her.
She slaps my arm, a dangerous sound leaving her right before she starts crying. “You just had to come for me, didn’t you?” Another slap to my arm.
There’s no heat in her words. No power to her hits. She’s frustrated with me, but she isn’t angry.
She drags herself to a sitting position and wipes at her cheeks. “We have to get everybody prepared for the backlash. That bitch is going to let the whole world know.”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She’s right. God, I’m so stupid. “And Austin was with her.”
Kira shakes her head. “Austin won’t tell.”
Her quick defense of him pisses me off. “He wants you. He’s jealous—”
Her phone starts ringing.
Kira looks around for it and spots it on the floor by the first row of seats. Scrambling toward it, she picks it up in her hand. She hesitates before answering, her eyes cutting in my direction.
“Who is it?” I ask, moving closer.
She jumps to her feet and moves away from me, stumbling a bit. Her torn panties are hanging limply around one thigh.
When the fuck did I rip those off her?
I was so crazed I can’t even remember.
“Hey,” she says into the phone, turning her back on me. “I know it was stupid, it just happened . . . I-I’m sorry you had to see that.”
Austin.
I can’t take this shit. I don’t care if I’m being irrational when it comes to him, but I can’t take another second of his presence in her life anymore.
I start walking down the steps toward her.
“What? Why would you do that for us?” She sees me coming and presses her hand to my chest to hold me back. She gives me an ugly, evil glare that tells me what’ll happen if I reach for her phone.
Biting down on the inside of my cheek, I struggle to control myself.
Her eyes widen and she starts shaking. “He tried to get Jennifer out of here. She got away from him at the end of the driveway. She’s running back here to tell everyone we’re in here.”
All right, Austin can wait. We need to go. Now.
I slide Kira’s ruined thong down her leg. She lifts it and lets me slip it off her. After tucking it in my pocket, I grab her hand and start rushing up the stairs.
I pause at the door long enough to make sure the hallway outside is empty. It isn’t until we’re out of the theaters that I realize I have no clue which way to go.
We can’t leave out the front and be seen together.
We can still be spotted trying to find another way out.
Fuck. We’re going to have to separate.
It’s the last thing I want to do.
“Come.” Kira tugs on my hand. “Austin said the way out through the side entrance is empty.”
She’s still on the phone with him?
I look at her, and yeah. She is.
Deciding not to argue, I let her lead while Austin gives her directions through the phone. It takes no time for us to find the exit at the side of the house. It leads out to the side garden.
I’m still surprised no one’s out here.
We jog quietly through the side garden, heading across it to the stretch of woods flanking this side of the grounds.
Hidden by the trees, is a small path that seems to lead back to the front of the house.
Austin must confirm that this is the way because Kira pulls me to it.
“Okay. We’ll meet you there.” She finally hangs up.
“What do you mean we’ll meet him?” And where?
“Brayden don’t start. He’s helping us. And you parked your car near the front of the house. How did you even find parking there? It’s packed.”
“Someone pulled out as I drove up the driveway.”
“Well, there’s a ton of people there and Jennifer went that way. She’s probably standing there right now and telling anyone within hearing distance about us.”
“She wouldn’t dare.” She better not. Have I not done enough to prove to her how far I’ll go to destroy her?
Something I heard Austin say comes back to me.
She thinks Kira’s responsible for that video.
Fuck.
“What do you mean she wouldn’t dare? Of course she would!”
I say nothing. I can’t. Kira doesn’t know about my plan and I want her to stay as far away from it as possible.
She stops and turns to me, her eyes questioning. “Brayden, answer me. Do you know something I don’t?”
I can’t stand to outright lie to her, so I choose omission instead. Taking the lead, I silently pull her behind me until we exit all the way at the end of the driveway.
The entire time I ignore that little voice that whispers omission is a form of lying.
“Brayden?”
I ignore her again, my eyes on the car waiting for us a few feet down. We approach it and Austin exits.
There’s no mistaking the tortured look in his eyes, but he doesn’t say anything. I’m surprised he decides to keep his eyes on me instead of staring at Kira.
“You’re not going to like this—”
I interrupt him. “Then don’t say it.”
He shakes his head at me and continues anyway. “I can drive her to a meet up point while you get your car.”
“Oh, hell no.”
Kira steps next to me and glares up at me. “Brayden.”
I scowl at her chiding tone. “Would you like it if I went on a car ride alone with one of the girls I’ve slept with in the past?”
The annoyance leaks out of her eyes and in its place is understanding. “You’re right.”
Austin scoffs and throws his keys at me. “Both of you take my car. That way no one sees you leave together in yours. Give me your keys.”
I’m so shocked I don’t move to comply.
Kira reaches into my pocket and takes them out to give them to him.
He takes off to head back to the driveway without another word.
Holy shit. Kira was right. He really is helping us.
She rolls her eyes at me, as if to silently say I told you, and we head to Austin’s car. Once inside, I wait until she has her seat belt in place before hitting the gas.
“I guess you’re not that drunk anymore,” I say playfully.
Kira gives me the finger.
I laugh at how cute she is.
She gasps out of nowhere and covers her face with her hands. I hear her groaning.
“What?”
“It’s starting to leak out,” she mumbles behind her hands.
My brow scrunches . . . Oh.
A little glow of pleasure sparks in me at the thought that she’s leaking my come out of her pussy and all over Austin’s seats.
She lowers her hands and sees the smile on my face. “Oh my God!” Slapping my arm, she squirms uncomfortably and whimpers miserably.
“Fine. Fine.” I pull over to the side of the road and take my seat belt off. Reaching behind my head, I pull my T-shirt off and hand it to her.
She takes it from me gingerly. “You sure?”
“It’s all we’ve got.”
She lifts herself up, wipes the seat, then folds my shirt neatly and sits on it.
I can’t help but chuckle.
Kira glares at me again. “Shut it.”
It hits me that I’m driving Austin’s car. This is a new one but years ago us driving each other’s cars wouldn’t have been so out of place.
“We didn’t agree with Austin where we’re going to meet up,” Kira says and starts dialing on her phone.
“I’ll call him.”
“Brayden . . .”
“Kira, please. Understand.”
“Fine. You’re right. But he’s being nice to us. So please try and be nice to him.”
“I’ll do my best,” I mumble, clipping my phone on the dashboard and dialing his number.
He answers on the second ring. “Wouldn’t let her call me, huh?”
“Be honest. Would you let her call you if you were me?”
“Absolutely not.”
There’s amusement in his tone and for a split second I’m pulled back into the past. Back when we were friends. Not as close as Ryan and me, but I’d still counted him as one of my best friends.
I grind my teeth at the memory. “Why’d you have to go and fall in love with her, you asshole?”
“Like I fucking did it on purpose. If anyone should understand that I couldn’t fight it, it’s you.”
“Hello? I’m right here,” Kira says sarcastically.
I’m too focused on Austin’s comment to reply to her. I get it. Trust me, I do. “It’s not what you feel for her, so much as the fact that you keep trying to take her from me.”
“Wouldn’t you?” he asks.
I’m taken back to another memory—me in that bathroom, my world ripped apart. Ryan behind me, watching me lose my shit.
That final decision I made that no one would have her but me. Fuck the consequences, fuck the price.
“While I do like the idea of you two getting close again, this isn’t a conversation I want to be witness to. Austin, where should we meet you?” she asks.
He tells us to just pull over and wait for him by the side of the road right before the highway.
We get there and I turn off the car. Kira checks that the seat is clean one more time.
Austin pulls up behind me in my car seconds later.
We exit his car and he exits mine. Immediately, his eyes are drawn to my bare chest, locked onto the scripted black K over my heart, the auburn haired mermaid wrapped around the sailor on my side. His eyes land on the hazel-eyed kitten on my inner wrist and a breath hisses out from his clenched teeth. “Shit. No wonder you won.”
My chest puffs up with pride. “There’s more of them.”
He stares at me like I’m crazy. “For a girl you weren’t sure would ever be yours?”
“Who said I wasn’t sure?” I wasn’t, there were moments of extreme doubt, but he doesn’t need to know that.
He then sees the shirt in Kira’s hand.
The look on his face is part devastated, part disgusted. “Don’t tell me you guys started getting freaky in my car.”
“Does it look like we had time for that?” I ask him.
Kira’s blushing bright red.
Austin stares at me unbelievingly. “So then why is your shirt off?”
I can’t help but smirk at that. “Do you really want to kn—”
Kira shoves me. “Leave him alone. Austin, thank you so freaking much. It’s more than we deserve.”
Is she serious? “Excuse me?”
She raises her hand in front of my face.
Austin inhales deep then exhales slowly. “This isn’t fucking easy, but . . .” He hesitates and looks down at the ground. “So yeah.” His eyes snap up to me and I see the resentment in them loud and clear. “You ever hurt her again, I don’t give a fuck if I go to jail.”
My hackles rise like a motherfucker at that.
“Austin,” Kira says softly. “Don’t.”
“I’m serious, Brayden. Don’t ever do anything stupid to hurt this girl again.”
He means well. He means well. I keep repeating it to myself like the adult I am. “I fucking love her. Yeah I fucked up in the past but trust me, those days are long gone.”
He nods, as if making his mind up about something. “Jennifer is out for blood. Someone sent her parents a video of her getting her freak on with a girl and they flipped. Credit cards canceled. Car taken away. She’s threatened with no tuition for school either. And she thinks it was Kira.”
I can feel Kira’s questioning stare but I focus on Austin’s instead and remain quiet.
“You two need to start being more careful if you don’t want this whole thing getting out. And . . .” Whatever the hell he has to say, it’s burning him to say it. I can tell. “Ah fuck it. If you two need my help for anything, let me know.”
And he’s gone, yanking his keys out of my hand, flinging me my own, and rushing back to his car like his ass is on fire.
Holy shit.
Did Austin just offer to help us hide our secret?
Fuck me sideways, I think he did.