12. Kai

Chapter twelve

Kai

Thursday, December 12, 2024

I won’t deny that I’ve been avoiding Lea all week, and frankly, it’s for her own good. Because one taste of her has driven me absolutely wild, and I want nothing more than to devour her pussy all day, every day.

Then, between our games and practices, it was easier to stay the hell away from her. And as much as I’d like to say I regret what we did, I can’t. It felt too good, too natural, too fun.

Not to mention, when that three thousand dollars hit my bank account on Monday, a massive weight started to lift off my chest.

Now that we’re both home, my heart rate is alarmingly high at the notion of being here with her all night.

We briefly spoke about doing another live tomorrow, so there’s no reason for me to get this worked up over seeing her tonight.

I hear her at the door and frantically work to look relaxed, leaning back against the couch cushions and resting my head on my arm. “God, I look like a douche,” I groan quietly to myself.

She pushes the door open, her eyes widening and mouth popping open to make the cutest little “o” shape when she sees me.

She recovers quickly though, flashing me a smile. “Hey, I hadn’t expected you home.”

“It’s just a regular Thursday night, Leonora ,” I say, rolling my eyes. “Of course I’m home.”

Her fair cheeks turn a pretty rose color, and she bites that plump bottom lip, shifting her weight as she leans across the kitchen counter. Lea’s wearing a pair of black spandex shorts and a red sports bra. All the skin she’s showing is distracting as hell.

I clear my throat, my eyes flicking to the TV. “Wanna watch a movie or something?”

She scrunches her nose like a bunny, and a cute little line sits on the bridge of her nose. “Really?”

I adjust, letting my arm fall to my side before fixing my eyes on her. The confidence I’d felt moments before is suddenly sucked out of me. She reaches behind her head, causing her cleavage to practically overflow out of her top, and when she undoes her ponytail, I know I’m a goner.

Her platinum waves tumble down, cascading over her shoulders and framing her oval face.

Even just after a nearly two-hour-long practice, one I’m sure was brutal as the holidays approach and our coaches are trying to combat the excessive eating and drinking players tend to do, she’s fucking devastating to look at.

Beautiful couldn’t even begin to cut it.

“Kai?” she asks, her voice soft as she says my name.

“Yeah?” I ask, tilting my head.

She shakes hers, those waves flying around her face, and she breaks out in a small smile. “Put on Christmas Chronicles and I’ll make popcorn,” she tells me, heading over to the pantry.

“Yes, ma’am,” I say, chuckling. I kind of like it when she orders me around.

Our tiny apartment smells like butter and salt as Lea plants herself on the cushion beside me. Being that this apartment is so damn small, Liam and I could only fit a loveseat in here, so there isn’t a whole lot of space between us.

I glue my attention to the screen. “You ready to start?” I ask.

“Mhmm,” she mumbles, grabbing the blanket hanging over the back of the couch. “Hold this,” she says, shoving the bowl of popcorn in my hands.

Lea scoots around, fixing the blanket over both of us. She tosses her legs to her side, resting her elbow on the armrest.

She doesn’t look at me as she extends her arm, wiggling her fingers at me. I can’t help the laugh that tumbles past my lips. “Say please, Lea,” I chide jokingly.

Her emerald eyes snap to mine as she says, “ Please give me my popcorn that I made.”

My lips twitch, but I hand it over. “See? Now, was that so hard?” My voice drops an octave. “All you had to do was ask.”

I love how she squirms beside me but refuses to look my way, snatching the remote from between us and starting the movie.

It doesn’t take long before her eyes are fluttering shut. Her body starts to slump further into the couch cushions until her feet are completely pressed against my hip.

A faint whistling sound comes out of her before she turns over, stretching herself out in a position that looks less than comfortable. Her head is smooshed into the corner of the couch; she has one leg over my lap, the other bent and digging into my leg.

At nearly six feet tall, she certainly isn’t fitting into small spaces like this.

I run my finger up the length of her silky smooth leg. “Lea,” I whisper. When she stirs, I speak a bit louder. “Lea, wake up. You’re gonna get a kink in your neck.”

She sits up, staring at me groggily, but instead of staying upright, she shifts around the couch until her legs are on the opposite side of the couch. She drops her head into my lap and tugs the blanket over her head. A deep sigh puffs past her lips.

This is fine, I tell myself. She’d do this with anyone. You’re just a warm body in close proximity and a good pillow. Nothing more. Stop worrying.

Despite my thoughts, I can feel my blood pressure start to spike. A twinge of dull pain thrums behind my eye, and acid bubbles in my gut.

Her light strands have fallen over her face, and I resist the urge to brush them away, instead focusing on the way they flutter with each breath she takes.

Loud music drags my attention away, my heart hammering against my chest as Lea burrows further into me. Her arm falls limply in my lap, her fingertips less than an inch from my dick.

I groan, trying to pay attention to the surprisingly well-built Santa on screen who’s singing Jail House Rock from inside his own jail cell. How the fuck did he get there?

My phone buzzes against the wooden end table beside me. I pick it up, hoping it’s not my mom or Liam, but I can’t be that lucky.

“Hey, Mom,” I say, keeping my voice as quiet as possible.

Sobs from her end of the phone have the hair on my neck standing up straight, and my throat feels tight.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, my eyes flicking to Lea, hoping like hell she doesn’t wake up to hear any of this.