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With one hand he reaches around and fingers my nipples, pulling and tweaking them. I instantly fall into bliss, needing him to take me to the edge and make me come. “Yes,” I mewl. I push my knees wider, wanting more of him, and his hands drop to my hips to start thrusting in hard and deep. My arms brace on the bed as his rhythm quickens, and I let the sensation build through every fibre of my body.
One of his hands snakes from my hip down to rub and play roughly with my clit, which puts everything on fast forward. The touch is electric, and I immediately feel the build of my climax. “Yes. Yes, there. Keep your hand there,” I plead.
“Like this?” He swirls his finger around the little hot spot. "Little lady likes it rough, huh?" All I can do is nod as my own body takes over, and I’m working myself against his hand as he keeps pounding into me.
My legs tense, and my pussy throbs as the spark ignites, detonating inside of me as I come hard and fast.
I manage to ride it out, as Kai sets his pace harder and faster, now I’ve come. My body is limp and tired, but I also feel the pleasure deep in my stomach.
“God, you’re beautiful,” Kai grits out before he finishes inside of me and comes to a stop.
He pulls out and rolls to the side, and I roll to my back, burying myself in the comfortable bed. I’m exhausted and don’t want to move, and as the quiet stretches between us as minutes pass, I feel no pressure to fill it with words. Sadly, my mind hasn’t switched off. It’s warm, I’m sated, and it’s fucking late. Sex should have quieted my mind, but it’s still alive with thoughts of Kai. “Kai?”
“Yeah?” he murmurs, his voice thick with sleep.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to start with the questions, but I don’t want to spoil the moment. Despite his reticence, there’s something here between us. “Nothing. Night.” I pull the covers higher and save the questions for the morning.
~
Despite not going to bed until the early hours of the morning, I’m awake at dawn, and I feel like crap. Kai’s still sleeping beside me, so I ease myself out of bed and head to the bathroom, where I ransack the complimentary toiletries and shower, turning the temperature all the way up.
After washing, I use the 2-in-1 shampoo and conditioner and rinse the suds from my hair. The tattoo is starting to itch, and I remember the instructions. Carefully, I pull away the protective covering and rinse the black ink away.
It’s not quite the same circumstances or surroundings as the last hotel I stayed in with a guy. That hotel was exquisite and afforded me every kind of luxury. Guilt bubbles up, for both Antony, but also Mother. He didn’t deserve what happened to him, and as I think that, the guilt of his death snakes around my spine, intensifying and growing heavier to bear. The consequences he suffered at the hands of my family were unfair and terrible. All at the hands of my mother.
I step out of the shower and I swipe at the steamed-up mirror to look at myself in the streaky reflection. Maybe one of her curses paid off and stuck? Maybe I’m chasing a mirage of what I want my life to be but will never reach. After all, Abel slipped into position pretty quickly, and I’m here now because of the stifling overwatch my brothers have developed. All because I’m a girl. A vulnerability in their eyes, but how do I prove to them that I’m an asset if they don’t let it happen?
I towel off and gently pat the tattoo dry with a clean towel. As I come out of the bathroom, I see Kai getting dressed.
“You’re up early,” he says, as his gaze eats me up.
“Back at you. Couldn’t sleep?”
“No, I slept fine, thanks.” It’s the truth. But then who wouldn’t after hot sex and a night of riding on the back of a bike?
“Breakfast?” he asks.
“Yes, please. Room service. I’m dying for a coffee.” I drop down onto the bed and start getting dressed while Kai orders. It sounds like everything on the breakfast menu, plus two large coffees. I particularly approve of the added cash incentive if it can be delivered within fifteen minutes.
There are a few awkward glances back and forth as he leaves to take a seat in the other room. It wasn’t like this at the bar when we met. We were both drunk – or on the way to being drunk. It was easy and carefree, but there was nothing between us then. Now, there’s plenty, and I want to know more. Like who this Ash girl is and why she’s causing Kai trouble. Because I really hate the idea of him getting into trouble over someone that isn’t me. And if he’s not prepared to get into trouble over me, then what’s this girl to him?
I check my phone and roll my eyes at the screen. It’s full of missed calls and messages from Dante and Abel. Surprise surprise. They better start learning to give me some space and trust me, but then I think about what happened last night with Kai. Seems trouble can follow a Cortez pretty damn easily.
We’re quiet in the room, and I watch as Kai inspects the wound in his stomach. It’s raw and bleeding a little.
“That needs a new patch on it,” I muse. “Are you going to tell me about it?”
He covers it back up with the gauze. “It's nothing. I'll get some things later.”
The knock at the door announces room service. A couple of waiters bring in trays and set the plates and bowls down on the small table. And mercifully, two large coffees. True to his word, Kai tips them well, and I set about investigating what we have.
I start on the pancake stack with syrup, spearing a bite with my fork. Kai joins me and, as I let the first sip of coffee chase the last of my grogginess away, I wonder how long to wait before asking the questions from last night.
“You look like you’re thinking,” he says, glancing towards me.
“I am. About all the questions I have for you.” Hell, they're running riot, and since last night the list has only exploded. Now, with a shot of caffeine, I want my answers.
“Shoot,” he answers, between mouthfuls.
