The Hating Season (Seasons #2) - K.A.Linde Page 0,104

the side of the bed and then crushed his lips down to meet mine.

I wrapped my legs around him, and he obliged me by shifting us closer together but not quite. Not where I needed him.

I moaned deep in the back of my throat as he brushed across my clit. “Court.”

He chuckled at my begging. “Tell me you love me.”

I opened my eyes and gazed up at him. “I love you.”

“And that you’re mine.”

“I’m all yours,” I assured him.

Then, he smiled and slid inside of me. I tipped my head back and groaned. He wasn’t gentle with me, but it wasn’t exactly like before. This was… more. Somehow so much more. Our sex had been great before, and I had a feeling that intense fucking wasn’t going anywhere. But right now, in this moment, I just wanted him to claim me. Take me as his own. And he did.

When we climaxed together, I cried out and then lay back, panting. He just stared down at me as if I was the most precious thing on the planet, stroking my blonde hair back against the pillow.

I fell asleep like that and woke sometime later, alone.

I groggily stood up and padded to the bathroom before going in search of Court.

He was seated in the living room with a book laid out before him. So deeply engrossed that he didn’t even look up when I entered. I wrapped my arms around him from behind and kissed his neck.

“Good book?” I whispered.

He leaned back and kissed me. “Very. I thought you’d sleep all day and night.”

I yawned. “I thought I would, too. But I’m a shit sleeper.”

I stepped around to the other side of the couch and curled up next to him.

“Lark kept calling,” he said, sliding a bookmark into his book. “I told her you were going to sleep all night. But the gang is back together. She said they’d be at Sparks if we wanted to join.”

“Do you want to go?”

He shrugged. “I wouldn’t mind a repeat of earlier.”

I drew him in for a long kiss. “I think we’re going to have many, many repeats. Let’s go out.”

“You’re sure? You still look tired.”

I huffed. “Thanks,” I said sarcastically.

“Not like that.”

“Yeah, I know.” I waved my hand at him. “But I still think it’ll be fun.”

He nodded. “As long as you’re coming back with me tonight.”

I grinned. “Every night.”

We arrived at Sparks at midnight. I didn’t have much of anything at Court’s house and had scrounged up a black dress that I must have left there on another occasion. But I didn’t even care. It didn’t matter what I wore when I was with Court and surrounded by my friends.

Lark threw her arms around me. “I thought you had gone back to LA forever.”

I laughed and squeezed her tight. “Court convinced me to come back.”

“To come home,” he corrected.

“Well, whatever he did, I’m glad he did it,” she said, releasing me. “I missed you like crazy.”

“You finally aren’t working insane hours.”

“Still pretty crazy hours,” she confessed. “But nothing like campaign hours. I’m settling back into City Hall.”

Whitley nearly attacked me then. “You’re back. I told Lark and Katherine not to worry.”

I raised an eyebrow at Katherine. “You were worried?”

“Well, you’re one of us now, aren’t you?” Katherine said primly.

I bit my lip and nodded, wrapping my arms around her before she could protest. Katherine just shook her head and patted my shoulder.

“There, there,” she said gently. “Someone has to manage Court Kensington. We all know that he can’t do it alone.”

My eyes flicked back to Court’s, and he shrugged. “Not wrong.”

“I think you handled the end of the campaign well enough,” I admitted.

He winked at me. “I thought it’d be a disaster, but apparently, the funding has doubled for the lacrosse program almost overnight. And a few of my buddies that I played with growing up and at Harvard have offered to coach other teams.”

My jaw dropped. “That’s incredible.”

“Yeah, I thought it was the end of my time in the program. But it turned out to be the best thing that I could do for it.”

“I love that.”

“So,” Lark jumped in, “do you have holiday plans?”

I shook my head. “Nothing but work. You?”

“I was thinking… maybe we could all get away for a week. Go to one of my parents’ resorts in the Caribbean.”

“You would go to a St. Vincent’s Resort?” I asked, flabbergasted.

Lark’s relationship with her parents was shoddy at best. They’d relented on her job and Sam, but I couldn’t imagine