Page 26 of Until Tomorrow Comes
Clearly I didn’t though.
Detangling myself from the pillow I’m holding, I sit up and glance at the clock across the room. Apparently, five minutes ended up being fivehours.
When was the last time that I slept until seven in the morning?
I scrub a hand over my face before staring out the glass sliding doors and watching the orange and pink of the sunrise.
Still trying to catch up with what finally woke me up, I feel like Internet Explorer trying to load a webpage for a long moment before it hits me.
I check behind me on the bed, then the empty ensuite bathroom, as if I somehow missed her. When I realize she really isn’t here, my feet are moving toward the door and down the stairs before I’m fully able to catch up with my thoughts.
When I step into the kitchen, the sight before me has me freezing in the doorway and my breath catching in my throat.
With her back to me, I admire Kat as she moves around with comfortable ease. Her braided hair sways along her back and the familiar dark green, oversizedClover Creek Farmt-shirt hangs to her thighs, where her black shorts peek out.
Just as I’m about to make my presence known, the sound of a male voice grabs my attention.
“Doesn’t he look great on his knees, kitten?” I whispered in her ear. “Now lick her from the hole to her sensitive nub, then swirl your tongue over it.”
Lucien looked at Katarina like he was waiting for her to say no but when she said nothing, he wasted no time in taking my direction. Katarina’s legs tried to close, but I held her open.
“Now suck on it gently.” I growled when he groaned.
She arched her back, crying out at the pleasure. Looking down, Lucien and I locked eyes.
“Suck harder,” I said, kissing her shoulder.
“Fuck!” she cried out.
“You taste like heaven, Kitkat,” he said against her before sucking her again.
“Now thrust your tongue inside her.” I snapped, feeling her roll her hips against me. I was painfully hard that I knew it wouldn’t take any time or touch to make me release.
“Lu—” Her words transformed into a long moan.
“Now insert one finger slowly as you roll your tongue on her sensitive nub,” I directed, as he looked up at us.
I growled into her neck as she whimpered, rolling her hips into his face.
“Cover him with your wetness, grind into that face, use him for your pleasure,”
“Shit!” Kat screams, dropping the pan that she was pulling from the cupboard. It lands on the floor with a loud bang, causing me to snap out of my daze.
Her eyes land on me, wide and panicked, as a blush instantly spreads over her face and chest.
I wonder how far that blush goes…
I shake that thought away, telling myself it was prompted by whatever she was just listening to.
“J-Jackson…” Kat stutters as her hand flies to her chest and catches her breath. She glances at the oven behind her before turning to face me again.
“I didn’t mean to wake you, I thought I was being quiet enough—”
But the sound of the male voice saying “Kit-Kat” followed by a guttural groan coming from her phone on the kitchen island interrupts her. She scrambles toward her phone, fumbling with it for a second before she finally pauses it. Even from across the room, the crimson staining her cheeks is noticeable.
“Well… my brother is never allowed to call me Kit-Kat again.” She laughs while tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. I cross my arms and lean against the doorframe.
“Do I even want to ask what that was?” I smirk.
