That’s when I saw the bed.
His bed.
Unmade. Still warm from earlier.
I sat on it. Just sat. Nothing wrong with that.
Then I laid down.
My head hit his pillow and everything in me stilled. His scent clung to the fabric-sweet and spicy something I couldn’t name. Something wild. Feral. Addictive.
I inhaled.
Deep.
God, it was like the world stopped spinning.
It wrapped around me like a cocoon. Like arms. Like his arms.
I rolled over and buried my face into the sheets. It smelled like sleep and heat and the sun on
skin.
And it smelled like home.
What the fu.ck was happening to me?
My phone was still in my pocket. I pulled it out without thinking, my fingers moving on their own. Muscle memory, Routine. I opened a browser tab. Typed in a search.
Mini camera. Waterproof. Motion sensor. Discreet.
Hundreds of options. I filtered them by shipping: next-day delivery.
Found it.
Bought it.
No hesitation. No regret.
I was going to get my answers. I wasn’t asking, he wouldn’t tell me. I was done guessing. I was done waiting. Kai could play all the games he wanted, but I was going to win.
I always do.
I turned my head again and caught the scent on the pillow, sharper now. My co.ck twitched, straining hard against my sweatpants.
Sh.it.
I pressed my hips into the mattress, grinding slightly.
Kai’s shirt was in the laundry basket at the foot of his bed.
The black one he wore yesterday. The one that clung to every line of his body like it was made for him and only him.
I got up, grabbed it. Didn’t even think.
Back on the bed. Shirt under my nose.
I moaned.
Low. Quiet. Mine.
He smelled so good. It wasn’t even fair.
I palmed my co.ck through the fabric of my pants, already leaking. Already aching.
I could see it-clear as day.
Kai, crawling onto this bed, golden eyes locked on mine, hair falling over his face. That smirk. That lip bite. That dangerous, taunting spark in his gaze like he knew what he did to me.
I unzipped.
Pulled myself out. Already slick, already pulsing in my grip.
I stroked once. Twice.
Then I was gone.
In my head, it was his hand. Long fingers, tight grip, knuckles bruised from sparring. Jerking me off while whispering my name like a sin and a prayer.
“Dalton,” he’d moan.
“Fuck, baby, look at me.”
I’m looking, I thought, my fist moving faster, hips lifting from the bed.
Then his lips.
God, those lips. That mouth. That perfect fucking mouth.
Just a flick of his tongue and he’d be on me. Down on his knees, devouring me like he was starving. No hesitation. No mercy.
He’d gag on it. He’d moan around it.
And I’d lose my fucking mind.
“Take it,” I growled to no one. “Take it all, babe.”
Less than a minute.
That’s all it took.
My spine arched. My mouth fell open in a silent curse.
And I came.
All over his sheets.
Thick, hot, and marking everything. Claiming it.
I collapsed back against the pillow, panting. Spent. Sweaty.
I looked at the mess, then back at the ceiling. Not a flicker of guilt.
I wanted him to know.
I wanted Kai to crawl into bed tonight and smell me.
Let him wonder. Let him feel it. Let him ache the way I did.
Let him know exactly what he does to me.
He was going to be mine.
One way or another.
The door burst open like a f.ucking thunderclap, and there he was.
Kai.
Flushed. Chest heaving. Hair stuck to his forehead like he’d been running-or maybe trying to outrun what was inside him. What was inside me.
He froze the moment his eyes landed on me. Correction-on my hand. On my c.ock. On the slow, steady stroke that hadn’t stopped since I heard his footsteps in the hallway.
He screeched like a startled cat. Adorable. Absolutely f.ucking feral.
“What the fuck are you doing on my bed?!”
I didn’t answer right away. I let my eyes drink him in, let the air stretch between us, thick with disbelief and heat. My c.ock twitched in my hand, hardening even more at the sound of his voice. At the sight of him.
“Can’t you see it?” I said, voice low and smooth, like honey over broken glass. “Or do you want a better look?”
The color drained from his face, then rushed back in all at once-red, angry, embarrassed. But he didn’t move. He just stood there, trembling. The veins in his neck pulsed.
“Are you crazy? Or do you have a f.ucking death wish?” he spat.
I smiled.
God, he was beautiful when he was furious. Like a storm trapped in skin. Like a wolf pacing the edge of control.
“Why not both?”
He took one step toward me. One f.ucking step. That was all I needed to know.
He wasn’t running.
He was curious.
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