AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Ninety-three percent.
She gets dressed, and just as I knew she would, she looks phenomenal, and as she sprays a spritz of perfume, I inhale deeply, needing so much more. She crumbles onto the edge of her bed before pulling on a pair of thigh-high boots, and before I know it, she’s reaching for her phone, only she’s not going to find it.
Kyah pulls back, muttering something under her breath as she searches her bedside table before looking near her bed and on the floor. “Fuck,” she grumbles before turning and striding out of her room. “Crew, have you seen my phone?”
There’s no response, and I watch as Kyah’s brows furrow. She strides over to her bedroom door, peering out. “Crew?” Still, there’s no response, and a smirk settles across my lips as she steps right out of her room, striding out into her home, and as I glance down, I find her phone flashing with a hundred percent. Then taking this small moment of distraction, I open the door of her closet and creep out before dropping her phone onto her bed, concealing it beneath the pile of clothes. Then before she comes back in, I stride over to her bedroom window and slip out into the night, pulling it closed behind me.
7
CREW
MyhandcurlsaroundKyah’s door just as I hear her calling for me from within her apartment. “Crew?” she questions before muttering to herself. “I swear, if that big bastard bailed on me after fucking me, he’s dead.”
A smirk pulls across my lips, and I push my way into her apartment, grinning as I find her hovering around her living room, looking like a fucking snack in those thigh-high boots. “You bellowed?” I say, grinning back at her, loving just how easily I can get under her skin.
“Where the hell did you disappear?” she asks, grabbing the cushions off the couch and looking beneath them.
“Just went down for a smoke,” I tell her, striding through her small apartment, my brows furrowing as I watch her. “The fuck are you doing?”
“My phone,” she says, continuing to look. “I’ve somehow lost it over the last ten minutes. I swear, I took it into my room and put it on charge, but it’s not there. You didn’t take it, did you?”
I shake my head. “Haven’t seen it,” I tell her, making my way toward her bedroom. “But you’re right. You did take it into your room with you. It probably just fell on the floor or something.”
“Wait,” she says, her tone shifting enough to bring me to a stop and glance back at her, my brows furrowed. “You don’t smoke.”
I grin. “Don’t I?”
Kyah narrows her gaze on me, crossing her arms over her chest, unintentionally squishing those perfect tits together. “What were you really doing?” she questions, pausing a second before finally figuring it out. “I hope you weren’t trying to stake some kind of bullshit claim on me with my new neighbor.”
My grin widens. “I don’t need to stake a claim, Kyah,” I rumble. “You’re already mine.”
Before she gets a chance to respond or even adjust her facial expression, I step over the threshold of her bedroom and a strange hunger pulses through my chest. I’ve been in this apartment a million times before, but I’ve never been welcomed into her bedroom.
It feels different now, like we crossed that imaginary line she insists needs to be kept between us. All I know is that after having her like that in the shop, after sliding my cock deep into her needy cunt and feeling the way she clamped down around me, I’m not going back. How could I?
Kyah might not know or understand it yet, but I meant what I said—she’s mine. She’s always been mine.
Striding deeper into her room, I inhale deeply, the smell of her favorite perfume still lingering in the air. As I make my way over to her bedside table, I glance around, certain she brought her phone in here. The crumpled slip of paper that was stuck to her door catches my attention, and I grit my teeth as irritation burns through me. I should burn it, but then, there’s also a sweet satisfaction knowing she has other options and still chooses me to be the one to fuck her.
As far as I’m concerned, she can play around with this fucker as much as she wants. I hope he gets his chance to screw her because when she inevitably comes back to me, it’s going to be that much sweeter. Kyah and I are endgame, and the sooner she realizes that, the better. But she’s also very young, only twenty-three, and I get it. She needs her chance to make mistakes, needs those wild years to screw around and have fun. And until she’s ready to see where she truly belongs, I’ll be right here, waiting and watching. But fuck, if one of these little assholes she decides to have fun with ends up hurting her . . . I hope they enjoyed what little time on earth they had.
Kyah’s bed is covered in clothes, and I glance down at them as I pull my phone out and press her name.
Her phone rings from beneath the pile of clothes, and I roll my eyes, tossing them around until I find it. Why am I not surprised?
Scooping it up, I stride back out of her room and hold it up. “Got it,” I say, finding her in the middle of tipping out the contents of her handbag, though I don’t know what she expects to find in there. I’ve peaked in there once before and it was terrifying.
Kyah’s head snaps up, relief shining in her bright blue eyes. “Thank fuck,” she breathes, scurrying toward me and scooping it out of my hand. She glances down at the screen and lets out a frustrated groan. “Damn it,” she mutters. “It’s still almost dead.”
“Does it matter?” I ask, stepping into her, my fingers at her chin, lifting until those blazing eyes meet mine. “You won’t need it, not when you’re with me.”
Her gaze softens as her hand slips beneath the fabric of my shirt. She skims her fingers up my body until finally flattening her hand against my chest. “You’re playing with fire,” Kyah warns me. “You’re gonna get burned.”
“I know,” I rumble. “But if I’m getting burned, you’re coming down with me.”
She narrows her eyes on me as if trying to decipher just how serious I am, but she should know by now that when it comes to her, I’m not fucking around. She inches back, letting her hand fall from my chest. “We should go,” she says.
I nod and press my hand to her lower back, leading her toward her door, but she sidesteps back toward the kitchen, grabbing her ID and keys off her counter before making her way back to the door. I follow, stepping out behind her and pulling the door closed with a soft thud, and after quickly locking up, we’re finally on our way down to the bar.
