Chapter 22 – Prescot

 

Ki.

Totally hypnotic.

Her body.

Her kisses.

Everything.

Connection.

Warmth.

Simple.

“Ki,” I ground out as she came around me.

“Prescot,” she whispered in between breaths.

I came. Hard. Fast.

“Ki.”

She nodded, slowly releasing her grip on my shoulders, and I held myself up with my arms.

She got me.

No one ever got me.

But she did.

Her eyes sparkled.

Her smile glowed.

“Prescot, your arms are shaking.”

I slid out of her and tossed the condom aside. “I’ll get it later.”

“Good, I don’t want you to leave.”

She tangled her arms and legs with mine and placed a small kiss on my chest. “I think for once I’m speechless.”

“I know.”

“It was beautiful, Prescot.” Her hand trailed down my chest and leg and then back up again. “So beautiful, and I think I’m going to ruin it.”

“How?”

“With words.”

“Because you’re in trouble.”

She sighed.

I’d protect her.

But she needed the words.

“Ki. Sweetheart.”

She tilted her head back and I ran my thumb over her cheek. “I’m not going anywhere, Ki. You have me.”

She took a breath.

A deep one and then nodded.

“I know who’s following me. He was hired by a man who says he’s my biological father. I’ve yet to hear from my mother to confirm it, but I think he already did a DNA test on me.”

Hired man.

Following.

Danger.

“Why did he hire someone to follow you?”

“My father,” she said sarcastically, “does illegal things. Drugs. Guns. Who knows, but he’s got enemies. Somehow, they found out. Then my father. So, he hired someone to protect me.”

“He can fire him now.”

She smiled and pulled my hand to her mouth and kissed it. “Thank you, but I think it’s more complicated than that. This father of mine says he’s from Miami, and he really thinks I’m in trouble.”

“I’m sorry.”

“There’s more.”

Christ.

Trouble.

Ki.

My beautiful, simple Ki, who means something more to me each time she smiles at me or tempts me.

“He’s sick.”

“Your father?”

“Yes.”

He needs her.

“He needs my bone marrow, Prescot, and I don’t know what to do. He’s my father, but I don’t know him. The man who raised me wasn’t a good man though. He still isn’t a good man. His words were harsh and wrong. They still are. I left home as soon as I graduated, and I barely talk to them. My mom won’t leave him. She still thinks he’ll wake up one day and be the man she fell in love with. She has a dead-end job, no life or friends. I feel bad for her, but she won’t leave him, regardless of the many years she’s been treated like scum. So, we aren’t close, never really were.”

Bone marrow.

Pain.

Suffering.

“I think you’ve already made up your mind, Ki, and now you’re trying to justify your decision. You’re a smart, courageous young woman, and you know what you want and don’t want. You want to help him. If he passed and you never tried to help, it’d kill you, Ki. You’d never be able to let it go. Helping him doesn’t mean that you have to be his daughter, or get to know him; it just means you’re doing something remarkable and unforgettable. You’re selfless, Ki.”

She rolled on top of me with a tear in her eye.

“You have beautiful words.”

“For you, I do.”

She gave me the softest smile.

Beautiful.

Her bare breast brushed against my chest when she leaned down to kiss me deeply.

So soft.

I was ready for more.

I pushed up, she sank down.

Soft moans in my ear.

Ki took control.

Amazing.

She was amazing.

I needed more of her.

Harder.

Faster.

Louder.

The room became lighter.

I wasn’t done yet, neither was she.

I could never have enough of her.