Page 17 of Damaged Prince
But that's going to be a little bit more complicated than my Sweetheart thinks. She doesn’t know about Elijah’s past. No one but his best friend, Winter, does. And me. Only he didn’t intend to tellme, but a stranger he met on the internet.
“I’ll talk to Logan and Owen about coming for the trip. I’m not sure if Logan will want to leave Benny right now. But if Mom and James watch Benny, he might feel better about the idea. I’ll let you know,” Delaney tells me when I pull up to her house to drop her off at the end of the day.
“Sounds good, Sweetheart.” Leaning over the center console, I cup the back of her head, pulling her towards me so I can kiss her.
As soon as my lips meet hers, my cock twitches. It takes everything in me not to pull her over onto my lap, make her straddle me, and grind that perfect pussy against my cock.
“Kai,” she moans against my lips.
“Fuck me, Sweetheart,” I growl, kissing her deeper, every cell in my body coming to life.
“I can make that happen if you come inside with me,” she murmurs against my lips.
Chuckling, I suck her lower lip into my mouth and bite down lightly. She whimpers, and god damn, it goes right to my cock. “Naughty little thing.” I pull back. “Let’s save that for the cabin.”
She bites her swollen lip. “Is that a promise?”
“That's a promise, Sweetheart.” I tuck a loose strand of her hair behind her ears. “There’s no way I’d be able to exist in that cabin, being so close to you, and also keep my hands to myself. I’ve been good for far too long.”
“Good.” She smiles up at me, and fuck me, it does things to my heart. “I wouldn’t want you to. Don’t be good to me, Kai. I want anything but.”
This woman. She’s going to be the death of me. “Go,” I growl playfully. “Before you get in trouble.”
“What if I like trouble?” She bites her lower lip, smiling coyly at me.
“Laney...” I warn, not sure how much willpower I have left in me.
“Fine.” She pouts adorably. “I’ll go,” she sighs. “See you tomorrow?”
“I’ll see you then,” I agree, pressing a quick kiss to her lips before she gets out of the car.
I hate watching her go. If I could have it my way, she’d live with me, where I can see her all the time. Maybe one day that will be my reality.
Delaney said I should talk to Eli, tell him that she’s fine if he and I pursue something, but it’s not that easy. Things between us are so damn complicated, despite how much I wish they weren't. I’m happy she approves; it makes me feel less guilty about my feelings for him.
It’s just not that simple.
However, I do plan on talking to Eli. If we’re going to be locked up in a cabin in the middle of nowhere for a week, I want to make sure that by the time we leave that I know where we stand and that we clear the air between us.
That is... if it’s even possible. He probably hates me.
Waiting until after Delaney is inside the house, I pull out of the driveway and head towards Elijah’s club.
I’ve known where he works for a while now. I remember all the nights Eli would text me, telling me about his day at work. Some were better than others, but there was never a time he sounded like he regretted his job. It gave him a sense of freedom.
One day, I asked him why this job out of all the jobs that were available. And when he told me the reason behind why he chose to work there, it shattered my heart.
Since then, all I wanted to do was find that man, pull him into my arms, and never let him go.
It’s moments like this that I wish we had never found out one another's real identity. That we were still living in our own little virtual bubble online. I miss that connection so damn much it hurts sometimes.
When I pull up to the club, it’s packed. I’m not surprised with it being a Saturday night. And with it being most people’s holiday break, a lot of them have a bonus check to spend.
The only parking I can find is a few blocks down the street. Thankfully, it’s a nice night, so I don’t mind a bit of walking. It also gives me a chance to think about what I’m going to say to Elijah.
I know what Iwantto say. I want to go in there, grab a handful of his hair, tell him I haven’t stopped thinking about him for the past year, and demand he gives me a chance, before kissing him senseless.
Sadly, that isn’t something I can do. Not if I don’t want to risk scaring him off or him having a setback.
