50. CHAPTER 50

50

KAI

I’ve been back home for three days now, and I’m so freakin’ happy I could burst into song. Today I’m going back to work, because sitting around waiting for Jules is driving me insane. I wish I could work with him, but Dima has forbidden it unless necessary. Prick. Not that I’d call him that to his face. Dressed and ready for the day, I walk out into our kitchen where Jules and Simon are chatting. My man is so damn sexy. I can’t believe I ever did life without him. He’s my solar eclipse. Everything else in life gets shut out when he’s around me. Okay, I can see why Dima has split us up for work.

“Hey Kai,” Si says as I walk further into the kitchen.

“Hey. What’s the plan for today?” I ask as Jules pulls me into his side while he finishes his slice of toast.

“We’re hanging back today. The architect is arriving to meet with Lev and D this morning, and he wants us there.”

“I’ll see you guys over at the main house, gotta go speak to Lev,” Simon says, seemingly distracted as he puts his coffee mug in the sink and walks out of the front door.

“Is he okay?” I ask. Simon’s mood appeared off this morning.

“I think Carlos was goading him last night at the club. I’m just waiting for the fireworks between those two.”

“It’ll be fun to watch. You know, I was thinking, after hearing you speak to Mom the other day, I never realized you had a different last name. She never spoke about our grandparents, so, what is it?”

“It’s Moore.”

“Jules Moore. Huh. Sounds so proper.”

“I prefer Kai Moore. We need to get on that.”

“Get on that?”

“Yeah, you should have my surname. You’re mine and this is the final step.”

My heart stops, literally stops at the insinuation.

“Hold on, do you want to get married?”

“Yeah. I’d thought you would’ve worked that out by now.”

“No, why would I?”

“You need to pay more attention, Kai”

I laugh at the casualness of this, just an assumption that this is where we’re headed, and I love it.

“Sure.”

“Good, now let’s go before the brothers start throwing a fit.”

As we enter the main house, everyone is congregated in the large kitchen. I spy Ivan over near the door and slip away from Jules to have a chat with him.

“Hey Ivan, can I ask for a favor?”

“What is it?”

“I know you have a tattoo gun, Jules mentioned it.”

“Ahh did he tell you what I did to your friends with it?”

Yes he did, and I still feel queasy from it. But I rode his dick like a cowboy at the lengths he went to for me. I’m getting distracted.

“Yeah but that’s not why I’m asking. You can do tattoos for real, right?”

“Yep. Why, you want a piece?”

“I do and I want it to be a surprise, can you do it later?”

“That should be okay, meet me at the club office tonight and I’ll do it.”

“Thanks Ivan.”

The buzzer to the gate alerts us to the architect’s arrival, and I follow Dima and Lev out into the hallway with Ivan, while the others remain in the kitchen. I open the large front door to witness a tall, lithe, gorgeous man in a suit walk up towards us with a large satchel over his right shoulder and carrying what appears to be blueprints with his hands. His hair is styled like a model, brown and thick. He looks like he’s in a commercial or something, the guy is hot as fuck.

“Holy shit, is this the architect?” Ivan says from behind me.

”Put your dick away, Ivan. I don’t want the drama,” Dima says.

“Sorry, can’t help you there. He’s fucking hot. I can’t wait for him to be working under me,” Ivan says, his voice low and growly. Uh-oh, poor guy.

“I bet he’s straight,” Lev says as the guy gets closer.

“That’s even hotter. Love a good challenge,” Ivan says, even more determined.

The guy walks up to us on the doorstep and introduces himself.

“Hi. I’m here to see Dima Kozlov? I’m Tyler Blackford, Senior Architect from Lexington.”

“I’m Dima, and it’s nice to meet you,” Dima says, and shakes Tyler’s hand.

“Tyler. That’s a great name,” Ivan says as he strides forward, towering over the guy with his hand out for Tyler to shake.

“I’m Ivan. Can’t wait to be working with you,” he says, and keeps Tyler’s hand in his as he shakes it. Tyler’s eyes widen as he takes in how huge Ivan is and gives him a small smile. He looks petrified.

“Come on, Tyler. Let’s go to my office so we can start,” Dima says.

“Sounds good,” Tyler says, following Dima and Lev to the office. He looks over his shoulder where Ivan’s eyes are laser focused on his ass, and walks faster out of sight.

“You’ve freaked him out,” I say to Ivan, who grins at me like the cat that got the cream.

“Oh I plan to do a lot worse,” Ivan says, winking at me before following the guys down to the office. He wasn’t invited to the meeting, but it appears Ivan just does what he wants. That Tyler guy won’t know what hit him. Let’s hope he’s married with a family so that Ivan will leave him alone.

“What are you smiling about?” Jules says as he comes up behind me, placing his hands around my waist and sucking on the back of my neck, causing a small moan to leave my lips.

“Ivan, he’s set his sights on the architect.”

Jules laughs.

“What’s so funny?”

“Let’s just say you never want Ivan’s attention in that way, It never ends well.”

“He won’t hurt him, will he?”

“No, but he won’t leave him alone, probably stalk him and break him down until he submits. Ivan loves to hunt.”

“That doesn’t sound good.”

“No, but it’s not our business. I know you like Ivan, but don’t be fooled by the nice guy persona. He’s worse than Lev and D put together.”

“Kai, stop smooching with Jules. We gotta go,” Simon says as he walks by us, jogging out of the house. Someone is in a pissy mood.

“I want you to text me when you get there,” Jules says.

“Why?”

“Just do it. If you don’t, I’ll only come find you.”

“Still a controlling asshole.”

“For you only.”

It’s later in the day and I’m more tired than I thought I’d be, especially after seeing Ivan for him to do my tattoo. He was very excited when he saw what I wanted, but he stuck to his word and kept quiet. I’m now lying in my boxers on Jules’s bed, waiting for him to see what I did for him. And me.

“I want to come home every night to you on the bed like this, waiting for me,” he says as he walks into the bedroom. I have no problem with that request. I hope he likes my surprise, both my surprises. Not only the tattoo, but I’ve prepped myself to ride his cock. Ever since Ivan finished it I’ve been so turned on at the thought of Jules’s reaction.

“I have a gift for you.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Here.” I let my thighs fall open and he looks down and spots the tattoo under the rose on my thigh. I had Ivan tattoo over the teeth marks Jules left. I wanted them branded into my skin so the stamp of his ownership remains on me forever.

“You had my teeth marks tattooed, sweetheart? Who did it?”

“Ivan.”

“Ivan saw you like this?”

“Don’t get jealous. I want you. No one else. Do you like it?”

“Like it? I fucking love it. We should tattoo all my marks on your skin.”

“No, I only want them from you.”

Jules’s hands move up to my throat to caress the marks he left there from our choking session the other day, and I let myself enjoy the feeling, only slightly disappointed they aren’t as sore as they were.

“I have one more surprise.”

“Show me,” he whispers in my ear as his clothed body covers my semi naked one. I guide his hand down to my boxers for him to take them off, which he does. As he covers my body again with his I wrap my legs around his waist, and guide his hand to my open and willing hole, where he pushes two fingers in and I groan at the burn.

“Holy shit, you prepared yourself for me? You need my cock that bad?”

“Yes. I wanna ride you, make you feel good.”

Jules jumps off the bed and undresses at an impressive speed before lying on his back, stroking his cock, looking at me like I’m the most beautiful thing in the world.

“What ya waiting for? Hop on, Kai.”

Straddling Jules's hips, I line him up with my hole and sink down onto his perfect cock. We both groan at the sensation, it never gets old. Taking control, I bounce on that dick until I see stars as Jules pinches my nipples until we both climax in unison. Bonded as one. Jules is mine as much as I’m his.

Finally, I belong.