Page 105 of Counting On You

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Kaiden

It’s been almosta week since that night on the beach, and I still can’t stop thinking about her little body shaking as my tongue slipped in and out of her. Was it five orgasms she had? Six? Maybe even seven? At some point, I think I was too wrapped up in her to continue counting.

I’m getting hard thinking about her naked ass, the swell of her breasts, the generous curves of her body, the flawless skin beneath my fingers, the way her hair bounced as she moved up and down on my cock, drawing pleasure from my body, taking all she could.

The memories are enough to make me go insane. No amount of treatment is going to erase the pictures replaying on a loop in my mind. The night I spent with her is still fresh in my mind, and yet it seems as though countless years have passed. It’s not helping that she keeps avoiding me. I’m all too aware of the little detours she takes to stay out of my path, and that’s getting me worked up even more.

I’ve decided to wait a few more days to see what happens. With a bit of luck, she’ll start missing me. Or my cock. I’d take either one at this point.

If she’s not seeking me out soon, I’ll start working on a plan to get her back into my bed.

Rivulets of cold sweat are trickling into my eyes as I lift the bar a final time, holding it above my head, then begin to count.

Ten….nine…eight…

My back is drenched with sweat as I push myself to my limits, ignoring the burn settling in my arms, my chest. At last, I take a deep breath and with a groan I return the bar to the rack.

I wipe my forehead with a towel and take a swig from my bottle of water. Exercise is my way to relax. It always helps me wind down and forget whatever’s bothering me. It’s not doing its intended job today. Vicky’s still clinging to the edges of my mind. Today, I haven’t been able to shake off her memory, no matter how hard I tried.

As I gather my belongings, my mind keeps going back to our last conversation. There’s something about it that doesn’t sit right with me. Vicky enjoyed what we did—but it wasn’t guilt free on her part. I had a feeling Bruce was the reason she kept a certain emotional distance from me. Instead of just understanding that what we did wasn’t cheating, I should have made sure she shared my opinion on the matter.

Closing the door of the fitness room behind me, I sling my bag over my shoulder and turn to head for the elevator. That’s when I notice her leaving the library. Her red hair shimmers in the light, the curls inviting me to push my fingers through them and pulling her mouth to mine.

She doesn’t notice me standing, staring. Her attention is focused on something far away, her face drawn in concentration.

I know where she’s headed.

This is my opportunity to finally get her to face me.

Knowing that she won’t notice me until it’s too late to avoid me, I reach her in a few, long strides.

I brace myself for contact as I let my body slam into her, not hard enough to hurt her but with enough force to startle her.

The books she’s been carrying drop to the floor.

“Kade?” Her shock lasts for all of a second, before it’s replaced by disbelief and...is that fear? Annoyance? I can’t place her expression.

I squat to help her pick up the books. “Avoiding me much?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Definitely annoyance, and plenty of that.

I squeeze her hand, which immediately draws her attention to me. “Why are you avoiding me, Vicky?”

Biting her lip, she looks up and our gazes meet.

I don’t like what I’m seeing in her eyes even before she’s spoken the words. “Fucking you was a mistake, and you know it.”

Oh, for fuck’s sake!

“Was it?”

“Yes.” Her voice is forceful, challenging, as though she wants me to prove her wrong. “I shouldn’t have brought you into this situation.”

“Sorry, I’m not following. What situation?”

She peers around her to make sure no one’s tuning in before she says, “I demanded that you fuck me.”

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