Twenty-Two

Genesis

Jagger had slept five-hour stretches the past two nights. It was as if the night when Bowie had been here exhausted him so much that he was making up for the lost sleep. When my eyes opened at six and he was still sleeping, I watched to make sure he was breathing. Kye’s arms tightened around me, and he snuggled in closer to my back.

This, too, had gotten more intense since Bowie had left. I no longer just woke up like this, but we went to sleep like this too. Kye had asked if he could hold me the first night, and I’d been weak. I’d said yes. Somehow, it’d happened again last night. To be honest, I enjoyed it. I slept better. The only issue I had with it was that my panties were wet every morning and the tingle between my legs had become an ache.

Kye buried his head in my hair and made a sleepy groan. It was like he knew I was awake and would be getting up soon. If he knew I wanted to stay here even more than he wanted me to stay and why, he would be the one flying out of the bed first.

At least, I thought he would. I kept telling myself he would to keep me from doing something stupid that I couldn’t take back. Kye was always touchy-feely. I also wasn’t sure how much sex he was getting these days. When he wasn’t off doing underworld stuff, he was with us. There were days he didn’t leave us at all. I couldn’t let his lack of sex and typical horny behavior make me think he was asking for something that I knew he didn’t truly want from me.

He shifted, and his erection was tucked inside of my butt cheeks. I closed my eyes and tried not to make a sound. I wasn’t sure if he was awake enough to know what he was doing. I had blamed his morning wood on just that. But now that he was spooning me at night, I could feel it then too.

Last night, I’d scooted away from it, and his deep chuckle in my ear had made me shiver. It was bad enough that the view of his muscular, tattooed arm thrown over me was arousing. I didn’t need to feel that too. Not if I was going to stay sane.

I tried to move away just enough to get his hard length away from my bottom.

“No,” he said in a low growl, pulling me tighter. “That feels good.”

I closed my eyes tightly. “Kye,” I whispered, not wanting to wake Jagger.

“Yeah,” he replied in his raspy, deep voice.

“That, uh …” How did I say this? Excuse me, but your dick pressing between my butt cheeks is making me really wet, and you are going to feel it soon through these pajama pants. I didn’t think that was the right way to handle it.

He gently thrust his hips against me, and I had to bite my tongue to keep from moaning.

“Mmm, that feels so fucking good.” His hoarse whisper caused me to tremble. Maybe he wasn’t fully awake.

“Kye, wake up,” I hissed, feeling panicky.

He did it again.

“I’m awake,” he said. “Trust me.”

My hands fisted in the sheet, and I forced oxygen into my lungs in an attempt to control myself. “What are you doing?” I asked.

He moved his arm that was around me and brushed my hair off my neck, then locked it around me again. This time much closer to my breasts. His forearm was tucked under them. I felt his warm breath on my neck before his lips touched my overheated skin.

“Kye,” I whispered.

He moved his hips against me again, causing his thick arousal to rub against me. “Baby Doll,” he replied as he trailed kisses up my neck.

“What are you doing?” I repeated.

His arm turned, and his hand slid up to cup my left breast. He groaned so close to my ear that I almost had an orgasm. I did make a sound, but I couldn’t help it. When he squeezed the plump flesh, I felt the sparks of pleasure all over my body. I rubbed my thighs together, needing some kind of relief.

“Fuck, you feel incredible.” His voice sounded thick as he licked the skin beneath my ear. “I bet you taste like candy.”

Oh God. I was unable to keep a clear head with all this. Kye had never touched me this way or talked to me like this. I wasn’t going to be able to stop it. He had to do that. Surely, he was going to before I did something embarrassing, like orgasm loudly. “Kye.” His name came out more like a moan, but he was moving his hand under my T-shirt.

His callous palm slid over my stomach, and I stopped breathing.

“Fuuuck.” The pleasure I could hear in his voice in that one word when his hand closed over my bare breast this time made me cry out.

Kye flipped me onto my back so fast that I gasped. He jerked my shirt up until my breasts were uncovered. I watched in amazement at the wild look in his eyes before he lowered his head and began to suck hard on one of my nipples. His hands grabbed my waist, and his fingers dug into my sides.

The sight of Kye’s mouth on me was too much. His tongue flicked over my nipple as he sucked more of my breast into his mouth. Hungry noises vibrated in his chest. I spread my legs, and the moment his sank down, settling between them, the pressure from his hard cock against my clit was all it took.

I threw my head back, and a sound tore from my chest as my body exploded in the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had. I shook as the tremors hit me. Kye shoved his rigid length harder into me, and I continued to shake with the pleasure that continued to pump through me.

The loud wail from Jagger jerked me from the moment, and my eyes snapped open. Kye wasn’t sucking on my breast anymore. He was staring down at me. The dark look in his eyes wasn’t one I was familiar with, and I didn’t get a chance to figure it out before Jagger let out another loud cry.

I had woken him up with my inability to control myself. My eyes widened as I thought about what I’d just done.

Kye lowered his face until his mouth was just over my ear. “Don’t go there in your head, Baby Doll.”

I pushed at him to get off me as Jagger continued his hungry wail.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to,” I said, shaking my head as Kye moved off me.

I started to turn and get Jagger when Kye’s hand wrapped around my wrist. I didn’t look back at him. I couldn’t.

“I don’t want an apology. I meant to do that, and I’m not apologizing.”

I took a deep breath and tugged at my arm. “I need to feed Jagger.”

“Go fix the bottle. I’ll get him up and change his diaper,” Kye replied.

I didn’t look back at him as I rushed out of the room. Once I was in the kitchen, I took a moment to calm myself.

What had we just done? What had I just done? And, oh God, why had it felt so earth-shattering? It was unfair. So very unfair.

I heard Kye talking to Jagger, and I hurried to get his bottle ready. My face was beyond warm; it was hot. I knew I was flushed, but I wasn’t sure if it was from embarrassment or the insane orgasm I’d just experienced. Maybe both.

When Kye and Jagger walked into the kitchen, I kept my back to them as I finished warming the bottle. The soft pad of his bare feet moved closer to me, and I tensed, waiting for him to say something. Kye stopped at my back—Jagger kept him from getting any closer.

“Is it ready?” he asked, leaning close to my ear.

I cleared my throat and nodded, reaching for it. “Yeah,” I replied.

“I’ll feed him,” he told me. “But you come sit with us.”

I turned and handed Kye the milk before lifting my gaze to meet his. He was watching me closely. Those blue eyes of his sparkled, as if he found my reaction to what we had just done amusing.

“Are we going to talk about … that?” I asked him.

He gave me a wicked grin. “We can. Or we can talk about something else. What do you want to talk about, Baby Doll?”

Jagger latched on to the nipple and began to suck.

Kye leaned over and pressed a kiss to my cheek. “Come on. Let’s go sit down.”

When he turned, I followed him. Maybe I was still asleep, and that hadn’t happened. The spooning could have very likely caused a dirty dream. I pinched myself and winced. Nope. I was awake. I had just lost my mind, it seemed. But then so had Kye.

I sat down a little farther away from Kye than I normally did.

He gave me a knowing grin. “Baby Doll, move your ass over here.”

“Why?” I asked nervously.

“Because I want you close to me.”

“You’re feeding Jagger,” I pointed out.

He smirked this time. “And I’ll lay him down and move you myself if I have to.”

Giving in, I slid over until I was where I normally sat beside him on the sofa. Unable to look at him, I stared straight ahead. “Kye, what did we do?”

He chuckled softly. “One of the many things I’ve fantasized about since you hit puberty.”

I snapped my head around and looked at him to see if he was joking. “That’s not funny.”

“No, it’s just the truth. Trust me, Baby Doll, the fantasies I have about you, that was a very tame one. If that has you all worried, then you don’t need to hear what else I want.”

What else he wanted? With me? I knew I shouldn’t ask. That line that we had just crossed wasn’t completely broken yet. It could be salvaged.

But I opened my mouth and asked anyway, “You have fantasies about me?”

He shifted Jagger to rest in the crook of his left arm, freeing his right arm. His hand slid over the top of my thigh, entirely too close to my damp crotch. “Very detailed fantasies,” he said as his hand slid between my legs.

I heard his sharp intake of breath as his fingers met the telling sign of just how excited he’d gotten me. His nostrils flared, and I watched as the muscle in his neck flexed.

“I’m gonna need those panties.”

“What?” I asked as he gently rubbed his pinkie finger over the damp flannel of my pajama pants.

“The soaked panties you have on under these fucking pants. I want them.”

I tried to shift away from him, and his hand grabbed my thigh. With one hard tug, he pressed me closer to his side while opening my legs at the same time.

“I can smell you,” he growled. His expression went dark again. “I want the panties, Baby Doll.”

I was trembling at this point. I knew he could tell. “Why do you want my panties?”

His hand covered the wet area, and he squeezed hard. “I want to smell them. I want to suck on them. I want to rub your sweet juices all over my cock.”

“Oh,” I whispered, unable to breathe suddenly.

Jagger let the bottle pop free of his mouth, and Kye turned his attention back to his son. I moved away from him then, needing distance.

“Toss me the burp cloth,” he said as I stood up.

I picked it up and went back over to place it on his shoulder. When I moved away as quickly as I could, he grinned at me, then brought Jagger up to his chest to burp him.

“I need to go to the house today,” he told me.

I knew the house was where he lived with the other Lords of the Underworld.

“Okay.”

I didn’t want to think that he was going to have sex with some girl there. I wasn’t sure I could handle it. No, I knew I couldn’t handle it. I would never be able to just do things like that and remain friends. My heart was already too invested in him as it was.

“Can you be ready to go in an hour? I’ll dress Jag.”

I stared at him, confused. “Go where?” I asked.

“To the house.”

I pointed at my chest. “You want me and Jagger to go to the house of the Lords of the Underworld?”

The idea terrified me and intrigued me at the same time. It was also a relief. If he was taking us, then he wasn’t going to have sex at one of their sex parties or whatever they did there.

“Yeah, it’s time you got to know them. And time they met you. And Jag. Trinity will have breakfast on the table in the next hour, but I’ll text her and let her know we are coming. She’ll make them wait on us.”

Trinity? He’d mentioned her before. She was married to one of them. I couldn’t remember who. We didn’t talk much about that part of his life.

“Will they be okay with you bringing us?” I asked.

He laughed. “They’re gonna be thrilled.”

Oh. Well, okay. I started to ask if it was safe to take Jagger, but then I looked over at the bouncy seat, swing, and stroller that had been given to us by Blaise Hughes’s wife. She had a son, and he’d mentioned another one who had a pregnant girlfriend. Clearly, they were good with children.

“What do I wear?” I asked.

“Anything you want. Just wear a bra. Please.” His eyes dropped to my breasts, and his eyes flared. “Maybe go do that now.”

I hurried from the room, wondering if this was Kye drawing the line in the sand again. Making sure we kept things on the friend side. He’d been sure to keep me from acting different, and I appreciated it. The problem was, just because he could keep his emotions and sexual things separate, I couldn’t.