coat his tongue, his lips, his chin. I know it’s messy, and a part of me likes it.
Scratch that—all of me likes it. From my head to my toes and down to the core of my being. Every single cell in my body vibrates with happy satisfaction as my orgasm washes over me in wave after wave of pleasure. Kit eats me out, devouring me as he laps up every drop of my wetness.
When it’s over, Kit’s boxer briefs are tented with his erection. I reach for it, whimpering, but Kit pushes my hand away. He clicks his tongue, shaking his head.
“But—”
“You still think torture is fun?” Kit grins, running his fingers over my wet slit as I buck at the touch, everything too sensitive. There’s a growing ache between my legs, and the sight of his bulge only makes it worse. I feel empty. Hungry. Like his cock inside me is the only thing that’ll make me feel whole.
“Could be worse,” I lie, flushed. My body is splayed out in front of him, and Kit sweeps his eyes over me. I don’t feel embarrassed anymore. No part of me wants to hide from him.
When Kit stares at me like that, his eyes dark, a soft smile on his lips, I feel so warm and sated, I can hardly explain it. I want to give him everything. But he just leans over and kisses me hard, letting me taste my orgasm on his lips. Then he pulls away, smacking the side of my ass with the flat of his palm.
“Breakfast time,” he says, climbing off the bed as I whimper in protest. Giving me a dark grin, Kit arches an eyebrow, challenging me.
I groan, finding my bottoms and pulling them up, throwing him a dark glance. “You’ll crack. I know you will. You’ll fuck me before this weekend is over.”
“We’ll see.” He smirks.
Kit and I head over to the Black Estate where Willow, Sacha, Jackson, Nadia, Finn, and Esme are already gathered. When the two of us walk in, a smile flits across Esme’s face. She’s happy her brother’s here. My heart squeezes.
The past few months must have been painful for her, too, having to choose between her brother and the man she loves. Do I really want to bring that on myself? Maybe Kit is right, and it’s better to talk to Robbie before things go any further.
I accept a glass of water from Willow and tuck my feet underneath me on the long sofa. There’s a large projector screen set up, with half a dozen bowls of popcorn being passed around. Kit sits next to me, letting the side of his body press into mine.
Nadia looks at us, tilting her head slightly, but says nothing. Jackson’s eyes flash.
They know something’s going on between us. Are we really that transparent?
I glance at Kit.
Do I care if they can tell? I kind of like the idea of being Kit’s girl. Of him being my man. Being able to lean my head on his shoulder and have his arm around me. He glances at me, and I know he’s thinking the same, but we resist. We just sit next to each other and share a bowl of popcorn.
The movie starts—Lord of the Rings—and I let out a happy sigh. Surrounded by new friends and potentially a new partner, I feel like my life is starting for the first time.
I just hope Robbie understands, and I hope the rest of my family are willing to accept a future for me that might not fit their preconceived ideas. In a few weeks, I’ll be going home for Christmas, and I know I’ll have to come clean about my plans to stay in Woodvale.
But for right now, I have three days of bliss—or torture, depending on how you look at it—and I intend to enjoy them.
21
Kit
Saying goodbye to Serena is harder than I expected it to be. Maybe it’s the looming conversation with her brother weighing on me, but I find myself squeezing every last minute I can out of our last morning together.
“Go,” she says softly, kissing the tip of my nose. “I’ll see you in four days.”
“Maybe I should take the job at the skydiving center again,” I say, only partially joking. “Then I could be here all the time.”
“You should. But Robbie would miss you.” She grins. “Wouldn’t be fair to him.”
“He’d live.”
She smiles, touching her forehead to mine. I let out a breath and give her one final kiss before