Chapter 9

CHAPTER NINE

KATE

I stumble into my bedroom and head straight for the en suite.

I need to wash my face or splash myself with cold water or something.

Jesus fucking Christ, what was that down there?

I squeeze my thighs together as I riffle through my cosmetic bag and find my makeup remover and a cloth.

Furiously, I scrub at my face. I feel woozy and lightheaded, but I can't tell if it's in response to the alcohol or the way Jensen Jones just looked at me.

I've been fucking you in my dreams since the day you pulled on my jersey and sat yourself across my lap.

My thighs squeeze harder of their own volition, and heat pools in response.

He's a fuckboy, and he's trying to get under your skin.

I set the cloth to the side and grab my moisturizer, knocking my toothbrush over in the process, and it rattles around the sink. Smearing some onto my face in a haphazard fashion, I grab my birth control and pop a pill. Drunk or not, I never forget.

I grab my toothbrush from the sink and squirt an unnecessary amount of toothpaste across it. "Fucking dickhead," I mumble to myself.

I'm aware I'm swaying as I reach my bed and pull back the covers.

Tomorrow is going to be top-notch. Avoiding Jensen and trying not to puke.

It's still dark outside when I wake and sit bolt upright in bed. Slamming my hand over my mouth, a wave of nausea hits me in the gut.

I'm going to puke.

Making it to the toilet just in time, I lift the lid and spill my guts.

Note to self: cocktails, shots, and wine will make you sick.

Hovering at the side of the toilet, I take a few deep breaths when the door to the bathroom opens.

I have nothing on apart from my black thong. In my drunken haze, I forgot I wasn't home and passed up nightwear. Plus, I never unpack my suitcase when I go away, and this trip is no different.

At the last minute, I slam my arm across my breasts, which does fuck all since I'm a DD cup, and bring my knees up in front of me. "Who is it?"

Please, please be Luna or Felicity.

The door opens further, and a bare foot appears. It's too big and male for it to be them.

"I'm naked...a-and sick!" I shout.

He steps into the room wearing only dark gray athletic shorts, number eighty-eight stamped above his right knee in white.

Holy hell, he's beautiful.

I look terrible. My messy bun is out of control.

"Get out!"

He stands there wearing a smug smirk, looking me straight in the eyes, not once gazing down my body.

"I'm naked!"

"I can see that, Princess."

"Stop calling me Princess!" I exclaim and then wince at the pain throbbing through my head.

Reaching over, he pulls the overhead chain to the old-fashioned toilet and shuts the lid before turning to walk out of the bathroom.

"Where are you going?" I ask, my boobs still covered by my arm.

Returning a few moments later, he hands me a glass of water and then a T-shirt. I set the water down to free up my only hand and snatch the shirt.

Wait, this isn't mine.

Holding it by the collar, I twist it around in my hand. It's crumpled, but when I see "J," I throw it back at him.

"I'd rather show you my tits than wear your name again."

"All in good time." He chuckles and walks out of the doorway. "I've left some Tylenol on the nightstand. I suggest you take them."

The door to my bedroom shuts with a soft click, and I drop my arm and slowly rise to my feet.

I look like hell as I brush my teeth for the second time tonight and then pad into the bedroom and crawl into bed, swallowing the two pills and cursing the shirt on the floor.

Light streams in through the pink curtains, and I stir, my head pounding but no doubt less, thanks to the Tylenol.

At least he has one kind bone in his body.

Voices filter from downstairs when I reach over and check my phone.

Shit, shit, SHIT. It's past ten fucking a.m.!

But wait, where the fuck is my suitcase? It was on the trunk at the foot of my bed last night…

He didn't.

Racing over to the dresser I know I didn't fill, I pull each drawer open to find nothing in there. Same with the closet.

The only item of clothing left in this room, other than the thong I'm wearing, is Jensen's training shirt.

"That absolute bastard! " I curse under my breath.

But in truth, there's a part of me that wants to laugh. And that pisses me off even more.

I'd rather show you my tits than wear your name again.

That's right, Jensen. I really fucking would.

Yanking the bedroom door open, I take a huge risk of being spotted and march a few paces to his bedroom. Not bothering to knock, I burst through the door, my breasts on full display as he stands in the middle of the room wrapped in a fluffy white towel. He looks bewildered, rubbing the hair on the back of his head.

"Excuse me, please," I say as his eyes bug out of his head, and I look down at myself. "What's up, babe? Never seen a pair of tits before?"

I snatch up my suitcase and throw his shirt as he catches it against his chest and then brings it to his nose. "You didn't wear it."

"No. I'd rather show you my tits, remember."

He walks a couple of paces toward me and hooks his fingers underneath his towel, letting it fall to the floor at our feet.

Our chests are only a few inches apart when, finally, his eyes drop to my body. He pins his lip between his teeth and shakes his head with a look of awe.

My entire body ignites, but I fully burst into flames when I, too, drop my gaze.

He's hard as a rock, and the girth and length of this man is mind-blowing.

Holy. HELL. He would break me in two.

Reaching out, he takes the suitcase from my hand and drops it on the floor before twining our fingers together. With his other, he hooks a finger under my chin to bring my eyes back to his.

The next thing I feel is my hand resting on the top of his dick, and on instinct, I wrap my fingers around his shaft.

He closes his eyes as a rumble leaves his chest.

"I'm still pissed that you left me for other women," I say, squeezing him tight in my grasp.

His head falls forward between his shoulders. "Good." He looks at me once more, his brown eyes burning, his pupils blown. "You'll ride my dick harder when I ultimately get you in my bed tonight."

I pump him again and he groans. "I won't be wasting any of my energy on you. You can do all of the work making it up to me."

He still hasn't touched me, but my body cries out for him to take his hand and swipe his fingers through my throbbing pussy.

Wrapping an arm around my waist, he presses me into him, my hand around his dick pinned between us. At first, I think he's going to kiss me, but he doesn't. He just wears that shit-eating trademark grin. "We need to start you off steady. If you let me do what I want tonight, then I'll be carrying you out of this place in the morning."

"You know nothing about me and my limitations."

He smirks. "Okay, since your hand is wrapped around my cock, and I'm desperate to bite down on those nipple piercings you have, let's say this. One night."

I glare at him, but he holds up his other hand. "Wait. Give me one night to show you what it's like to be with me. To show you what you keep walking away from. I guarantee you'll want more, and when you do, I'll be waiting."

Pre-cum leaks out the tip of his cock, and I swipe my thumb across the top. He winces with torturous pleasure.

"Tom was a nice guy, but unfortunately, that translated to the bedroom as well. And that's not my scene. I don't do emotional sex." I put my thumb to my lips and taste him. His eyes hood at the sight. "Are you good with that?"

He brings his lips to my ear, twisting a lock of my hair around his forefinger. "No." I go to pull away, but he pulls hard on a lock, keeping me in place. "I'm fucking great with it, Princess."

Reaching down, he removes my hand from his dick and then rips the side of my thong apart with both hands, and it falls to the floor in pieces.

"You ruined my favorite thong. Asshole."

"No underwear today, and no touching yourself when you get back to your room. I'll know if you have."

"Jensen, I'll leak through my dress. I?—"

"Better get a handle on yourself. If you manage all the above, then I'll put my hands on you tonight."

"Wha—"

"I don't want to make you beg for me, Katherine. Just be a good girl, and I'll give you what Tom could only watch on his phone."