Page 125 of Wild Blades

“Was it just an Eagles thing?” I suddenly feel hot all over.

“Yeah, every player got one and Marcus always wore one too.”

“Right.” The wheels started spinning faster in my brain.

Surely not? No way.

That’s impossible.

I ignore my ridiculous thoughts about Marcus being my dad, although, thinking about it, he sure as hell looks a lot like the man from my dreams.

I park those thoughts for now and clear my throat and focus my attention back to Kali. My goddess.

Kali turns her head in the opposite direction, hand on top of her head which is tilted back slightly, making the light cast a perfect shadow along her jaw, she peeks through the gap between her bent arm and shoulder and does something with her face that makes her look like the icon she is.

Staring down the lens of the camera, she’s a work of art.

Face serious until she sees me and smiles, calling me over. “Get in here. We were just having a bit of fun.” She waves at Leon. “Hey, you.”

“Kali.”

I walk up behind her and whisper in her ear, “You look beautiful,” then move to stand in front of her.

My back to the wall, and her back to the camera, she informs me she’s excited about doing some photos together.

“Was that always the plan?”

“Nope. You were here when Sophie asked. I’m only doing a couple with you.”

“Do you miss this?” I wouldn’t blame her if she did. It’s exciting.

“A little. Most days, not at all.”

“Keep your eyes high, Collins,” Leon shouts over, making Kali roll her eyes.

If only he knew I’ve seen her tits already, and every day, because we can’t get enough of each other. Her rosy pink nipples have become my addiction.

“Everyone’s seen my boobs, Leon,” she calls back. “Okay, so put your thumb in my belt loop and drag it down a bit to see the name of the brand along the waistband of my panties.” She takes my hand and positions it exactly where she wants it. “You look hotter than hell, Wade.”

Her praise boosts my confidence and calms my nerves. “Yeah?”

Her voice so quiet no one will hear her, she follows it up with, “I’d very much like to dip my tongue into those divots of your abs.”

“Later,” I promise, making her smile.

“Can’t wait.” Then she’s directing me to move into position. “If I place my head here”—She tilts her head up and lengthens her spine—“then you put your hand on my jaw, and slightly on my neck.” They covered the remnants of her bruising with makeup. “Move your fingers closer to my ear and your mouth closer to mine.” I do everything she asks. “Closer.”

I press my naked torso to hers, flattening her tits against me as she pushes her thumb into the loop of my jeans, mimicking my position but on the opposite side.

“Take a slight sidestep to your right, widen your stance, so we can see the top of your boxers.” Which I do, while Kali bends her leg ever so slightly, making her hip pop.

Wrapping her other arm around my back, she looks straight into my eyes. “Relax your jaw, chin up an inch. Drop your shoulders just a little for me. And breathe.” Smiling up at me, I feel my body melting into hers. “Now look at me like I’m all you see. The one you can’t live without and need more than oxygen.”

Hot all over, my heart speeds up inside my chest, banging against my ribcage faster than an Olympic runner. I won’t need to fake any of what she just said. It’s exactly how I feel about her.

“Beautiful. Hold it,” Sophie, the photographer, calls out and follows up with a loud click. Kali knows Sophie. Model turned photographer, they worked together in the past, and I get the sense with Kali directing me today, this will be an easy shoot for her.

I move my mouth closer to hers and stare at her with intensity, desperate to kiss her and show everyone she’s mine.

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