Page 59 of The Chaos She Brings
“Come for me, Tess.” He reaches around, his hand trailing over my hip until he finds my clit, stroking the swollen bud as he continues his punishing pace until my orgasm rips through me.
I cry out his name. My walls clamp down and Kai curses behind me as his movements become stunted and then he’s following behind me with his own release, shooting hot spurts of cum deep inside me.
I collapse into the headboard, my body spent, then twist, falling onto my back as Kai settles beside me.
We lie like that. Naked. Just the two of us, our heartbeats and heavy breathing the only sounds filling the room.
I want to ask him if he meant what he said. If he wants this.Me. Or if that was just words said in the heat of passion.
But I’m a coward.
Because, even though it’s only been a few weeks since we met, he’s already started burrowing into my heart.
And I think the answer would break me.
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All Because Of Her
Kai to Nate: I should have told you about my home life. I’m sorry I didn’t let you in fully. [unsent]
Tess
Thebedisemptywhen I wake up again, Kai’s side cold, telling me he must have slipped out hours before.
I try not to let that hurt me. To dwell on the meaning behind it.
Pushing up from the mattress I stretch my sore muscles as the duvet pools around me.
And of course, it is mid-stretch that the door opens and Kai walks in, dressed in gym shorts and a fitted t-shirt, carrying a mug of coffee, to find me thrusting my tits at him with my arms above my head.
My arms drop down to cover my boobs. Grasping them like I’m ready to give them a breast cancer check. Little massagemaybe.
Kai quirks an amused eyebrow at me. “Are you really covering your boobies like I wasn’t buried deep inside your cunt a couple hours ago?”
I stifle a laugh, shooting him a glare. “Did you really just say ‘boobies’ and ‘cunt’ in the same sentence?”
He rolls his eyes, a small smile creeping onto his lips. “Can a man not say ‘boobies’?”
“Oh no, quite opposite. In fact, I think it should probably be law. ‘All men over the age of thirty are hereby required to use the term boobies whenever describi—”
My words are cut off my Kai’s hand covering my mouth.
He shakes his head at me, eyes twinkling as if he might actually find me amusing. “You never shut up, do you?”
He removes his hand.
“Not often, no,” I grump, crossing my arms and pouting.
Kai just shoves the coffee at me. “It’s caramel.”
I burn my tongue on my first sip, but I refuse to admit that, so I keep drinking. “Yum. Thank you.” I beam at him, then remember waking up alone, and how the last time something happened between us he pulled away. My smile drops, suddenly finding the duvet pattern fascinating.
Plain white. So nice. So clean. So—
Kai lifts my chin to look up at him, forcing my eyes onto his. “What’s wrong, Hurricane?” He searches my face.
“Nothing.” The word comes out too quick. Too unnatural.
