70. Kian

70

KIAN

" S o, are you two a couple?" I ask innocently after Lorelei and Noelle excuse themselves to use the bathroom.

I know the answer, but I can't help myself.

Wilder barks out a laugh while Hendrix's cheeks blaze bright red.

"No, we're just friends."

"Riight," I muse while Wilder continues to laugh.

"He's too much of a pussy to do anything, but he's totally in love with her."

"I'm not," Hendrix snaps. "She's my best friend."

"Who you want sucking your cock," Wilder points out.

The two of them continue bickering and I sit back with a smile playing on my lips. It reminds me of good times with my brothers.

Sure, we're still fairly close. Or at least, King and I are. Since Kieran embarked on his own path, we've lost our tight team, and I'm not too old and independent to admit that I miss him sometimes.

The second Lorelei returns, I wrap my arm around her and press a kiss to her temple.

Hendrix and Noelle watch us closely while Wilder is distracted with his cell, and I can't help but wonder if they're both wishing they could have something similar.

I guess only time will tell.

"Are you guys ready to head out?" Lorelei asks, keeping an eye on the time and ensuring they're not late for school.

She's going to be a great mom one day.

The thought hits me out of nowhere and my entire body freezes, something that she doesn't miss.

Turning to look at me, she gazes into my eyes, forcing me to breathe again.

"You okay?"

I breathe out, my chest aching in the best kind of way.

"Yeah, I'm good. Are you sure you're okay to return to Chicago?" I ask, changing the subject.

She doesn't want to. I can see it in her eyes. But she also knows that we need to return to reality.

Wilder is fine now; plus, he's got Hendrix and Noelle to look out for him.

I would say he has their mom too, but she seems to be MIA. When I asked about her, I got quickly shut down and the conversation changed around me.

Something tells me that meeting their mom might have pushed Lorelei a little too far. Letting me into their home, their lives, was hard enough. Their mom is an entirely different issue.

She shrugs one shoulder. I get it. Half of her heart lives here. But it won't be that way for much longer. The second these two have got senior year done, they're free to move anywhere they want. Is it weird that after spending only a few hours with them, I want them in Chicago with us?

"Work calls, I guess. And my boss, he's a control freak. I dare not piss him off."

"I've heard he's the worst kind of tyrant."

Lorelei smiles. "That and a few other things."

"Sexy?" I whisper in her ear. "The best fuck of your life?"

Lorelei giggles like a schoolgirl, and Wilder and Hendrix groan as if they're in pain.

"Stop it," Noelle chastises. "It's cute. And Lorelei deserves it. I'm going to take these two knuckleheads to school, leave you guys to it."

"You don't have to do that, we can?—"

"Enjoy the rest of your morning," Noelle says, sliding out from the other side of the booth.

"Thank you," Lorelei says, pushing to her feet and pulling the younger woman into her arms. "We'll see you soon, yeah?"

"Yeah. You know where we'll be."

"Not for much longer," Lorelei promises.

"Still feels like a lifetime away."

Lorelei squeezes her hand as they part before turning to her brothers.

As she hugs Hendrix, Wilder holds his hand out for me.

"Thank you," he says, holding my eyes. "We're trusting you to keep looking out for her."

"I won't let anything happen to her. You look after yourself, yeah? We'll be watching."

"Do you know any college scouts?" he asks hopefully.

"I'll do everything I can," I promise him before he nods in acceptance and turns to Lorelei.

Hendrix doesn't give me a warning; he just shakes my hand and thanks me for being there for his sister.

Only a few minutes later, we stand there as the three of them walk out.

Reaching for Lorelei, I pull her into my arms the moment they disappear from view and hold her tight.

She trembles and my heart breaks for her.

I can't imagine being so far away from my brothers. It's weird enough when Kieran is out of town for an away game.

"You'll see them again soon."

"I hate leaving them," she whispers. "I hate knowing that they're here."

"They're so lucky to have you, Temptress."

She blows out a shaky breath and holds me closer.

"Take me home, Kian. I don't belong here anymore."

"I thought you'd never ask."

I throw a load of bills onto the table to cover the check and lead my girl out to the car.

My girl.

Fuck. There are two words I never thought I'd say.

" Y our place or mine?" I ask once we've pulled out of the airport parking.

Lorelei hesitates, and I can't help but wonder if it's because she wants to go home alone or if she's scared I'm going to suggest she move in with me.

Honestly, if I didn't think she'd freak out then I would.

I know what I want, and I'm more than happy to dive in with both feet. But something tells me that she's going to need a little more time to get her head around all of this.

She glances over at me.

"I need to get some things from mine, but?—"

"Say no more," I say, taking a turn at the last minute that will lead us directly to my place.

"But my apartment is?—"

"You don't need to pick anything up, Temptress. Everything you could possibly need is already at my place."

"What have you done?" she asks suspiciously.

I smirk and push my foot harder against the gas, needing to get her home so that I can finally have her to myself.

Last night was nice and all, but I need more.

I need everything.

We're pulling into my underground parking lot in record time, and only a minute later, I have both our luggage in my hand and I'm racing toward the elevator.

"Did you just remember you left the oven on or something?" Lorelei teases from behind me.

I look back over my shoulder and let my eyes roam down the length of her body.

"No, it's more important than that."

The second I'm inside the elevator, I drop the suitcases on the floor with a loud thud in favor of reaching for her.

Her shriek of fright fills the small space as I push her against the back wall.

"Do you have any idea how badly I need you," I ask, my eyes locked on hers.

She swallows thickly. "I-I have a good idea, yeah."

Without warning, I push my hand inside her jeans.

"Oh my god, Kian."

I groan the second my fingers connect with her soaked pussy.

"Yeah, you get it," I muse, pressing my hard cock against her hip, letting her know that I feel her frustration just as potently.

I push lower, letting my fingers dip inside her, teasing her with what she could have before quickly pulling them away again.

"Tease," she breathes, her eyes blown with desire as I lift my fingers to my lips and suck.

"Delicious."

Her chin drops and her eyes darken. But before she gets a chance to act, the elevator dings and the doors open.

"Home sweet home," I muse before picking up our luggage and marching toward my front door, leaving her to rush after me.

There's no doubt she will—she was just about to climb me like a tree.

My chest is heaving and my cock is trying to bust out of my pants as I let myself into the apartment and stalk into the kitchen.

I once again drop the luggage, but I don't do anything else for a couple of seconds. Instead, I take a moment to breathe.

The calm before the storm.

"Kian, what are you?—"

The second she's in reaching distance, I pull her in front of me and wrap one arm around her back. The other lifts, my fingers sinking into her hair as I slam our lips together.

Our kiss is frantic. Our hands are everywhere as we tug at clothing in the hope it disappears.

She shoves my t-shirt up around my chest, and I help her out by reaching behind me and pulling it off. The second my skin is exposed, her hands are roaming, making a violent shudder rip down my spine.

"Lorelei," I groan, dragging her shirt off, quickly followed by her bra.

"Yes," she cries when I duck my head and suck on her nipples.

She throws her head back, giving me free rein of her body.

In seconds, I have her jeans open and I'm dropping to my knees before her and dragging them down her legs.

They're so skinny, it's a fight to get them off her feet, but I finally manage it, and her panties quickly follow before being discarded somewhere behind me.

"Jump up on the counter, Temptress," I demand, my voice deep and rough even to my own ears.

She doesn't hesitate, and the second her ass hits my cold granite counter, she hisses in surprise while I push her legs apart.

The sight of her glistening pussy makes my mouth water, and without missing a beat, I shuffle forward and lick up the length of her.

"Holy shit," she cries, sliding forward so that she's right on the edge, giving me all the access I need.

With my hands pressed against her thighs, I eat her like she's my last meal.

Her entire body trembles with her impending orgasm, but I don't let her have it. Not until I'm ready.

Her taste floods my mouth, and I do my best to memorize it. Not that I need to. This is it now. She's mine, and I'm going to be able to do this over and over.

In the past, I've always thought that settling down with one woman would be boring. The thought of only experiencing one pussy, one body for the rest of my life terrified me. But no more.

Thinking about having Lorelei every single day excites me. The thought of being able to learn every single thing about her, all the ways I can make her come…it's a bigger turn-on than fucking a different woman every night ever was.

"Kian, please. I need?—"

"What do you need?"

"You, Kian. I need you."

"That's what I like to hear."

I up the ante, sucking her clit harder, curling my fingers deeper inside her, making her scream as her release barrels into her.

The way she clamps down on me makes my head spin and my cock weep.

She's barely come down from her high when I push to my feet, lose my pants and boxers and drag my cock through her folds.

She trembles, her pussy sensitive and swollen.

"So pretty," I muse, watching intently. And my fascination only gets stronger as I push inside her, observing the moment we connect.

It feels like it's been a lifetime when in reality, it's only been days. But no matter how long it's been, it's too long.

There were too many secrets and far too many miles between us this weekend.

"You're mine, Lorelei Tempest. Mine. All. Fucking. Mine," I state before thrusting forward and stretching her wide open.

My teeth grind and my grip on her hips tightens as I embrace just how fucking good she feels wrapped around me.

"Yes, yes. I'm yours, Kian. Yours," she screams as I pull out and thrust back in harder, deeper.

"Good. Don't forget it. Ever."