“Are you done?”
“What the fuck do you mean am I done?”
My fingers curl into fists. I fucking hate my father’s voice. I hate him even more.
And if he talks to my mom like that one more time . . .
My mom has her phone hooked up to the car’s Bluetooth so, unfortunately, I can hear both sides of their conversation.
“Are you done behaving like a jackass or do you want to continue acting like the fool you are?” my mother asks him coldly.
I do a double take, mouth gaping open. Whoa . . .
My mother has screamed at him many, many times before. But she’s never cursed at him.
She’s never spoken to him this coldly, either. Like he’s shit beneath her shoe and she can’t be bothered with him beyond the getting rid of him part.
My father’s clearly just as shocked. The silence on his end is uncharacteristic. I can almost feel his indignation.
Pride for my mom warms my chest.
“Abby—”
“Abigail, Steven. And I don’t want to hear it anymore. I told you what’s happening.”
“He has his own place!”
I want to pretend that my father not wanting me there doesn’t hurt, but there’s a part of me that cringes at his words.
“Yes. He does. But it’s going to be easier for him if he stays there until Monday when I can get him to see a lawyer about his options.”
“He wouldn’t need to see a lawyer if he wasn’t such a piece of—”
“Careful, Steven. Especially when someone like you has no moral leg to stand on and no right to judge him.”
“What?”
“Oh, I’m sorry. You need me to be clearer? You’re the piece of shit here, not him.”
Holy. Shit.
My mother hangs up the phone on my father before he can respond. She’s calm on the exterior, but her cheeks are pink and her eyes are ablaze as she stares straight ahead.
“I’ve never loved you more, Mom.”
My comment rips a surprised laugh out of her and the tension leaves her. She reaches over and squeezes my hand. “It’s about time someone told him.”
We pull up to the front of the house less than ten minutes later. I’m expecting to be hit with tension of the thought of stepping foot in there and facing my father.
Fuck that. I don’t care. My girl’s in there.
And I think she might honestly feel something for Austin.
I swallow back bile at the thought. There’s no forgetting how she looked at me when we were arrested. She stared at me with the same pained adoration back in the holding cell.
Once and for all, we’re going to straighten this out. She’s going to explain to me what it is she feels for that bastard.
Mom stops me before I can exit the car. “It’s just for the weekend. Hopefully we can get the lawyer to see you first thing Monday.”
My jaw clenches. “Mom, I’m not staying here until I have to go to work. I’m only here for one thing.” I don’t have to tell her what that is. She knows.
Kira’s car is in the driveway. Good. Neither one of us is staying here, and we’re going to need it to get back to my place.
Mom sighs but she doesn’t argue. “Well, I’m going to be staying with Jolie, remember her?” At my nod, she continues. “I won’t be more than twenty minutes away so if anything happens, you call me. All right?”
I nod again and turn to leave.
Her grip on my arm tightens. When I turn to stare at her, she’s eyeing all my untreated wounds with both a mother’s concern and a nurse’s examining eye.
“Mom, it’s fine. I’ll get it cleaned up as soon as I’m inside.”
Her eyes flicker up toward my brow. “That one’s going to need stitches.”
“Butterfly stitches at the most.” The wound’s crusted over, already beginning to scab, and it stopped bleeding hours ago.
My mom exhales slowly and for a second it seems like she’s not going to let me out of the car.
Love her, but nothing’s keeping me from Kira.
I open the car door and step out. “Love you, Mom. Promise it’ll be okay. I’ll text you once I’m home.”
She nods. There are tears in her eyes.
Damn it, I hate putting her through this but I can’t wait a second longer without finding my girl.
As I’m jogging up the driveway toward the house, I hear my mom drive away. I pull out my keys and step inside.
He’s there. At the foot of the stairs. Waiting for me. His eyes show none of the concern that I saw in my mom’s. Instead, he eyes my wounds with blatant disdain.
Whatever. I don’t have time for this shit.
Staring straight ahead, I walk to the stairs and try to go past him.
He grabs my arm and pulls me back. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?” His hold on my arm tightens. He wants to hurt me and this is his only way of controlling himself.
My way of holding back the urge to punch him right in the face? I grind my teeth and stare at the second floor landing. “I’m heading up to my room.”
“I know where you’re really fucking going,” my father growls, and he pulls my arm harder.
Don’t break his fucking face. Don’t break his fucking face. “I just want to go upstairs and wash all the blood off.”
“Do you think I’m fucking stupid?”
Don’t answer that.
“I know where you’re really going and I’m telling you right now—”
“Steve!”
I turn my head and see Sonia at the entrance to the living room. She’s glaring at my father.
“Let him go, Steven. He’s been through enough.”
My father sneers at her as if he’s disgusted with her as well. “Stay out of this, Sonia. He deserves everything he’s getting.”
One more. One more and I swear to God . . .
My father leans closer and mumbles loud enough for me to hear, “Stay the fuck away from your sister or I’ll call the cops on you. I don’t care if you’re my son, you’re legal and I don’t have to accept you here.”
He drops my arm.
Thank God. I don’t think I can stay near him another second without ending his disgusting life.
I run up the stairs, rage pummeling my veins. I focus only on Kira’s open door. If I don’t focus on her I’m going to run down the stairs and find my father.
I stop outside Kira’s door. She’s at her desk, staring at her computer. Her brow’s furrowed and there’s a tiny frown on her face.
She’s worried.
“Baby.”
Kira jumps and flies around in her seat. Her eyes widen.
And there. There it is. What I’ve been dying to see in her eyes again.
“Brayden.”
“Come here, baby.”
She’s out of her seat in a flash. I catch her up against me, hugging her tight. The warmth and feel of her, that delicious scent . . . Groaning, I squeeze her tighter.
Can’t get close enough, and I’m pretty sure I’m suffocating her.
Kira doesn’t care. Her little body burrows deeper, and her thin arms are locked around my neck.
My face is buried in her neck.
She places a kiss on my temple.
There’s just so damn much bouncing between us. Pure emotion. That affection and need that I’ve been drowning for all these years.
Choking madness of a dead man’s thirst.
Saved by this. The only person I’ve ever needed as much as I need air to breathe.
Kira. My sweet kitty.
“Oh God, Brayden. I’ve been so freaking worried about you.” More kisses to my temple, cheek, jaw. Sweet affectionate kisses. The kind that are meant to soothe.
I’m not thinking about that.
Sliding one hand down her back, I squeeze her ass and grind my hips into her.
She stutters my name and tries to pull back.
Refusing to release her, I take two steps into her room. Then, I put her down long enough to spin her around and press her against the wall next to the door.
“Brayden!” she hisses under her breath and tries to push off the wall.
Palming the back of her head, I hold her in place and yank down her tiny pajama shorts.
“Why are you doing this?” she whispers, trying to reach back for my wrist.
I ignore the question and ask one of my own, “Why couldn’t you tell him it’s me you want to be with?” Fisting her thong, I shove it down her hips and leave it trapped around her thighs.
No answer. Kira tenses, and I can almost imagine her pressing her lips together stubbornly.
Fine. We’ll deal with that later.
I pull at my button and practically rip my zipper open.
She hears it and tenses even more. “We can’t. They’re downstairs. They could come up any second.”
I know. Don’t give a fuck. Can’t think past the warmth of her pussy right now.
I yank my cock out. Tightening my hold on the back of her neck, I bend my knees and slide my dick between her plump ass cheeks.
Her high-pitched little gasp makes it jump. The head rubs into her asshole and that gasp melts into a low, hungry moan.
“Soon, baby,” I mumble, using my dick to play with her ass some more.
She relaxes against the wall and turns her head to the side. Her lips are parted and her beautiful eyes are glazed.
“You want me balls deep in this ass, don’t you baby?”
Her eager nod makes me smile.
Shifting my hips, I slide my cock down.
Wet. Swollen. So motherfucking inviting. A single thrust shoves me in nice and deep.
Kira barely catches her scream and she bites down into her lip so hard she draws blood.
I let go of her neck and cup my hand over her mouth. “Don’t. Scream.” And I start pounding into her as hard as I can without making too much noise.
I know the door is open. One of our parents can come up the stairs and see me fucking her from behind. I should’ve closed the door.
As if I give a fuck about any of that.
Jaw clenched tight, I focus on the open door and thrust into my girl’s wet pussy. The position makes her even tighter. Every move is a slight struggle as her walls clamp down on me.
Kira whimpers into my hand, rocking her hips back in circles. I look down for a second to take in the sight. Her beautiful ass cheeks frame my soaked dick as I fuck her.
“God baby. I can’t wait to fuck that ass,” I whisper roughly, working my hips in circles to get deeper.
She squeezes her eyes shut, mewling quietly beneath my hand.
Yeah, she’s almost there.
Fuck. So am I.
Kira grips my entire length, so wet and juicy that I hear every thrust I give her.
There’s a sound on the stairs.
She locks up, eyes wide with terror at being caught.
I ignore the sound, her fear, thrusting deeper, blindly chasing that explosion.
Kira struggles in my grip, eyes on the hallway outside the door.
I shove in all the way to the hilt and rotate my hips in circles. I make sure to tilt my hips so I hit that spot inside her just right.
Her eyes squeeze shut. She’s fighting this. Her pussy is practically convulsing around me, already starting to come, and she’s too scared of being caught to tumble over that edge.
“This is mine, you hear me?” I hiss in her ear and press my nose to her hair so I can fill my lungs with her delicious scent. “That pussy comes when I want it to come.”
A muffled whimper leaves her mouth behind my hand.
“Don’t you dare scream.” I remove my hand from her face and slide it down around to the front of her body. Then, I slide my thumb between her ass cheeks and find her hole.
She loves it. Doesn’t matter how hard she fights this, she’s giving me that orgasm.
I play with her clit and ass at the same time and speed up my thrusts, not caring anymore if someone can hear the sound of skin slapping skin.
Kira slams her hand on her mouth and claws at the wall.
“Yeah. Fuck baby.” My growl’s too loud but there’s no help for it. She’s squeezing down, pulsing, right where I fucking need her. I lean down and bite the side of her neck. “That’s it. Give it to me.” I bite her neck again, harder.
Her orgasm tears through her, the pulsation so powerful that I’m dragged along with her.
Pure pleasure bursts through my balls and cock, and I arch into her, head thrown back, lost in the painful bliss of emptying inside her.
The roaring in my ears recedes just in time for me to hear yet another sound on the stairs.
Definitely steps this time.
Kira hears it, too.
I slip out of her and feel all the come leak out as I go. She rushes to lift up her shorts while I shove my cock back into my jeans.
“Brayden, are you staying for breakfast?” Sonia calls from the stairs.
Kira’s a hot mess, cheeks flushed, hair all over the place. The two bite marks on the side of her neck are bright red. Brutally visible.
Just like I wanted them to be.
I zip up my jeans, check to make sure there’s no come stains on me, and walk to the doorway. When I lean out, Sonia’s halfway up the stairs, staring up nervously.
Like she didn’t want to chance coming all the way up and interrupting something.
Fuck. She knows something. I’d suspected it before, but now it’s more than a suspicion. It’s almost a certainty.
“I won’t be staying. Just wanted to talk to Kira before heading back out to my place.”
She nods with that same nervous expression on her face. Without another word, she turns and heads down the stairs.
If she suspects I’m fucking her daughter, why hasn’t she confronted me about it? I’ll ponder that later. I step back in the room and face Kira. “Get dressed. We’re not staying.”
My girl’s flustered. Confused. She blinks at me and shakes her head a little. “Wha—”
“We’re leaving baby.”
“But your wounds—”
“Exactly. I need you with me. But not here. I’ll meet you downstairs in ten minutes.”