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I turned to walk out the door without answering her.
“When you see Aaron, send him up.”
I stopped dead in my tracks, my hand half extended toward the closed door of the laundry room that led to the hallway. My chin lined up with my shoulder as I peered back at her, damning myself for getting sucked back into this. As an indescribable fury bubbled through my gut, I turned around fully to face Kai. She stood with her arms crossed, leaning on the dryer, giving me a little shrug as if that was supposed to tell me everything I needed to know.
I took two slow steps in her direction. “Do you want to say that again, Kai?” I was going to get very ugly if she did.
She pushed off the machine and took three steps toward me. “I said...when you see Aaron—”
I bent her over the washer before she could even finish that sentence. My hand weaved through her hair as I leaned over her, my nose by her ear and my groin pressing into her ass. Staying away from the girl was the hardest thing I’d ever done, and she was just fucking hellbent on making it even more difficult. “Do not provoke me, Kai, I am hanging on by a fucking thread.”
“You don’t say?” Her body trembled beneath mine, her legs shaking as she stood on her tiptoes to keep her hips aligned with where we were both folded. I couldn’t have fucking cared less. All I could see was blind rage, a feeling which, lately, was bursting from my seams day in and day out.
For a moment, I just held her there, both of us breathing into the silent dimness of the room. But my cock grew behind my jeans, filling in the spaces of her perfect backside, and I knew she could feel it too. Her sweet whimper told me as such.
“Jonah.”
My mind switched off. I was no longer in control. I turned her back around and pressed her into the machine, taking a bite from her neck, still having the decency to at least hold off on the kiss that would end my life.
She slipped her fingers under the hem of my T-shirt and ran those hands all along the skin of my back, my sides, and my front as I licked thick lines and circles over her neck, looking for the little spots that elicited the biggest reactions from her. My lips ripped away from her skin as her nails trailed down the center of my abdomen. A sensation shot from my cock right up to my throat and I released a groan beneath her ear.
“Neck, shoulders, disobedience, abdomen…” she whispered. She took my earlobe in her tongue as she worked the button on my jeans. Oh, shit. My conscience screamed at me to come back. To stop this. To remember what would happen if I lost her.
I pushed Kai into the bathroom and pulled the door shut behind her, forcing us to separate. What other choice did I have? I stood alone in the laundry room, gripping the handle as tightly as I could. “Lock the fucking door, Kai.”
“Is this really necessary?”
“Yes. Yes, Kai. Lock the door. Please.”
“Why can’t you lock yourself in here and let me out?”
I pointed one finger as if she could see me, rage and pressure fogging every inch of my good sense. “Because I’ll just unlock it, and I know you will stay out here waiting for me.” I don’t know why I trusted her not to unlock it more than myself. She was just stealthier with these things. She played the game much better than I did, which was very concerning.
“True.” I could hear the amusement in her voice. She thought this was funny. God, my cock was beating at my fucking zipper, begging me to do something, anything. I couldn’t handle it anymore. I couldn’t handle this fucking girl.
“Kai, for the love of god, just lock the fucking door.”
I finally heard the lock click and dropped my hands to the dryer in front of me. I breathed heavily, thinking about how I could possibly get out of this. There was no way I could leave this tiny room with the world’s most ridiculous erection stiffening my every move.
“You need to fix it,” she said quietly from the other side, taking a kind tone as if she were helping me. “I felt it through your jeans. I wanted to do it for you. Just fix it and you’ll feel better.”
Minx. Witch. My bitter end. I could see the look on her face on the insides of my eyelids. “I am not doing that. We’re at a fucking party.”
Was there even a point in resisting anymore, or were we already finished? We’d never be the same anyway. Not after this.
“You need to fix it,” she said again, her voice unfairly sultry. “No one’s coming in, Jojo.”
“I can hide it.” Untrue. This one was not of the hiding kind. I gripped myself hard, trying to force my body to relax, but instead, my hips pushed into my palm.
“No,” she begged. “I’ll stay behind the door. I promise. I want to hear you fix it. Please.”
“Oh my fucking god.” I dropped to my knees, leaving one hand on the dryer for support. I couldn’t believe what she was asking of me. What she was tempting me to do. And knowing how weak I was at this moment. I pulled recklessly at my jeans, doing everything I could to adjust myself. It was no use. I couldn’t help it.
“I’ll fix it with you,” she murmured.
Had there been a single drop of blood left in my brain, it raced straight down to my dick at that offer. Kai’s siren song whisked me away. I listened to the sound of her zipper pulling as my hand did the same to mine. My jeans popped open, and I pulled my cock out, a pathetic, defeated man kneeling on the piercing hard floor.
I cursed as I began to stroke myself. The wretched, untapped energy that had built inside of me these last few days, these last twelve years, begged to be released over and over again.
