“Yes,” I grate out while he pulls down my black silk shirt along with my bra to expose my breasts. He’s sucking, licking, nipping at me, his teeth grazing the most sensitive area of my flesh. And I’m borderline embarrassed at the sounds I’m making, writhing and wet with need, completely at the mercy of his mouth. Potent desire anchors my lips back to his. Raw lust buzzes and hums underneath our skin, burning and crackling and exploding to life between us. He pulls away slightly, both of us breathing hard and heavy. I’m panting like a goddamn dog in heat.
“We don’t have to do this here. I just need you to understand how much I want you. That you’re the only person I want. You can tell me to stop at any time,” he whispers.
“Don’t you fucking dare.”
I can’t tell him to stop. I don’t want him to. Not when he unbuttons my jeans, not when he pulls my thong to the side and teases my entrance. And certainly not when he plunges twofingers into my slick wet heat so fucking slowly. I grasp onto his arm and moan into the alcove between his neck and shoulder. Like it could anchor me here and tether me to this moment. I’ll die if he stops, I’ll combust if he doesn’t. The stretch, the fit, the feel of his fingers inside me curling to stroke the place I need him most—are all enough to send me hurtling to the precipice of oblivion.
“God, Ken you’re so fucking wet and tight. I need to see you come. Please,” he pushes in deeper and faster while I chase the delicious friction at the base of his palm. I’m flying. Floating.Soaring. My breath hitches when he tilts his hand, adding more pressure to my throbbing clit. I buck my hips against him faster as desperate breathy moans escape my lips.
“Fuck, Ken, that’s so hot. I could come just watching you.” My arms curl around his upper back, my nails digging into his shoulders. He plays me like a well-tuned instrument. I’m his religion, my body the altar at which he worships.
“Kai—” and then I shatter around him, my walls quake with pure ecstasy. His fingers are knuckle deep inside of me in the middle of a restaurant bathroom. It’s hands down the hottest experience of my entire life. He muffles my cries of pleasure with a kiss and it’s so easy to lose myself in him, in us. I rest my head against his chest, breathing hard.
I’m boneless, mindless, speechless.
Then he kisses my forehead and takes my face in his hands. His smokey eyes pierce me with love and longing. Hope and affection. He looks at me like I’m everything and in this moment, I know I am.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Ken. Perfection. I hope you get it now. My type starts and ends with you.”
And I do get it. I really really do. His words wrap around me and settle in my chest, burrow in my soul. This has been about pleasure and desire but it’s also about me standing so fuckingcertain in my truth and his that I never doubt it again. It isn’t that he doesn’t make me feel desired, wanted,loved. He does. It’s my own inner critic and loud voices that make me question things. Not anymore. Hopefully never again if I can help it. I’m drunk on the fucking power. Dizzy and delirious from the intoxicating pleasure that is Kai.
I feel victorious. Sexy. Unhinged. I also have the overwhelming, delightful thought that Veronica can go fuck herself. That anyone who ever makes me feel small, insignificant, or insecure again can go fuck themselves. And I suspect—no, Iknow—that’s been Kai’s intent all along.
Chapter 62
Kai
Somuchfordebaucheryhappening after dinner. I’ve just come dangerously close to submitting to my base instincts, throwing caution to the wind and fucking Kendall hard and fast against the bathroom door of La Vela. I don’t have much of an excuse—I’m not even drunk. Although I might as well be coasting on a high after feeling Kendall come apart in my arms and listening to her needy cries of pleasure. Still, I have no explanation for my behavior, for needing to defile her in between courses, where the rest of the team could probably hear us. Other than the fact that I can’t take one more second of her doubting herself. She leaves first. I take a few moments to collect myself so I don’t come in my hand like a horny fucking teenager. I don’t want this to be reciprocal, not tonight. I want this to be entirely about her—what she needs but can’t ask for.
When we make our way back to the table, it’s apparent the air in the room has shifted. Like the temperature has suddenly dropped a few degrees cooler. Looking to the corner near the small bar, I can see why. Emma is there with a man who towers over her and definitely isn’t Jax. But Jax’ eyes are glued toher from across the room, cataloging her every move. The man Emma is talking to is agitated and drunk. He yells something in her face, getting entirely too close, and she takes a step back from him. But she doesn’t get very far; he grabs her elbow aggressively and drags her back towards him.
“Who is that?” I say to Kendall as both our eyes follow Emma and the spectacle that’s unfolding.
“That’s her ex-husband, Trent. He’s an asshole and he’s been abusive to her. I have no idea why he’s even here,” Kendall explains and she sounds slightly worried. We’re about to sit back down at the table when Jax quickly rises and makes his way over to them in three quick strides.
“I think it’s time for you to leave,” I hear him say low. His voice is lethal, definitive. It leaves no room for argument.
“Yeah, and who the fuck are you? Are you fucking her?” Trent slurs loudly, unsteady on his feet. Jax moves closer to Trent, encroaching on his space and instinctively positioning himself in front of Emma. There’s absolutely no way this can end well.
“I’m the guy who is going to put you in the fucking ground if you put your hands on her again without her permission,” Jax replies.Fuck. Somewhere in between appetizers and watching Kendall have one of the hottest orgasms of her life, things have deteriorated. This disagreement, lovers quarrel, whatever the fuck it is is about to spiral into an altercation. I can feel it. Jax has that searing, hungry, unforgiving look in his eyes. The one he gets before jumping into a fight on the ice. He’s very close to losing his grip. Trent laughs in Jax’ face and tries to sidestep him to return to Emma, which is certainly not his smartest move. Jax’ defensive instincts are second to none. I watch his self-restraint vanish like smoke and I know Trent’s belligerent ass is fucked. Before I can blink, Jax drags her pathetic ex out the back door by the scruff of his shirt. I follow close behind him with Jonah on my heels.
Against all odds and gravity, Trent wriggles out of Jax's hold, stands up, and puffs his chest out.
“WHAT THE FUCK MAN,” Trent spits. “I’m just trying to have a little fun with my girl. I’m sure you know how much fun she can be.” Jax right fist crunches into Trent’s face a millisecond later.
“FUCKK!” Trent howls in pain as he brings his hand to his cheek. He strides towards Jax with fury in his eyes, but he doesn’t get very far. Jax pummels him at the waist and tackles him to the ground with ease. Jonah and I let him get one more punch in before we drag him off of Trent. He needs that hand as a defender and we also need him not to get arrested tonight.
Jax is writhing, trying to break free of our hold, anger seeping from every pore.I’d have to be restrained too if someone ran their mouth about Kendall like that.
“If you ever come near her again, you’ll regret it,” Jax threatens.
“Yeah okay man. Whatever you say,” Trent snaps but he sounds defeated and he looks a little worse for wear. I doubt he’ll try reaching Emma again tonight. Bright red blood drips down his chin, from a gash above his lip and a mottled purple bruise is already forming around his left eye. He pushes up from the ground and hobbles down the street away from us.
Chapter 63
Kendall
Thenightkindoffell apart after the fight between Jax and Trent. I don’t even know that I would call it a fight. Jax got two good shots in before Kai, Jonah, and their other teammates were on him trying to break it up. Not to mention, Trent was way too drunk to defend himself. Even if he wasn’t, Jax would have still beat the shit out of him. There’s a reason he’s the Bucks best defenseman. Given that the Boston Bucks are a high-profile NHL team, constantly in the public eye, it wouldn’t have been wise for Jax to continue pummeling him. A fact Jonah reminded him of after he sunk a right hook to Trent’s face.
