34. Kai

CHAPTER 34

KAI

Alien Rambo: Does anyone else feel a sudden change in barometric pressure?

Deadbeat with a Capital D: I do.

Deadbeat with a Capital D: In my pants.

I need to get the fuck off this island.

Apparently, escaping this family was too much to ask, as someone was currently knocking on the bungalow door.

Politely.

I'm surprised they didn't just kick their way in.

With a grumble loud enough for all to hear, I rolled my pregnant ass out of bed and waddled to the door. When I swung it open to reveal Vi, my anxiety instantly smoothed away.

Ugh.

I'm supposed to be mad at you!

Even if what I'm salty about is dumb as fuck.

I was big mad that Vi's ex-girlfriend had been on the island this whole time when I hadn't even known she existed. That was it. And what made my chaotic emotions worse was that I knew Vi hadn't actually done anything wrong in this situation.

She doesn't owe you anything.

"Hey, K-pop," she said, as soothingly calm as always, cutting me deeper with her perfection. "I have someone here who wants to talk to you."

Huh?

Before my brain could register what was going on, Vi stepped aside to reveal Xander of all fucking people.

At least I absolutely know why I'm mad at this fool.

"Hi." He cleared his throat. "Vi tells me I should apologize?—"

"Nope. Try again," Vi interrupted before my jaw could fully drop.

She's got me.

Just like she promised.

Xander sighed as he glanced at Vi, but the sound was more tired than annoyed. When he looked at me again, his expression was genuinely regretful.

"Yes, Vi herded my ass here, but I actually realized I'd fucked up last night—after you verbally spanked me in front of my fried chicken." He paused as the corner of his mouth twitched. "Rude."

I grimaced, embarrassed all over again for how I'd behaved with the entire wedding party watching. "Yeeeaaah, maybe I should have waited until we were alone. Or for when I wasn't acting so… psychotic. "

When I'm no longer pregnant, in other words.

Now Xander's face broke into a wide grin. "Bestie, if you didn't act like a raging psycho, you wouldn't be such a perfect fit for my family."

Oh, gawd!

I pathetically sniffled as my vision blurred with tears. "Y-you consider me family?"

I gasped as Xander awkwardly yanked me into his arms for a rare hug. "Of course, you're my family, Kai. I'm sorry I've had my head too far up my own ass these past several months to notice I've been a shitty friend."

More like Butch's ass.

"Apology accepted," I mumbled while smearing tears and snot on the dress shirt he must have hidden somewhere inside his bungalow.

Otherwise, I would have cropped it too.

Snip-snip, bitches.

"Now tell her what's really going on with the apartment, Xanny," Vi bossed, and my chest grew tight at how she was just handling things for me.

Mommy's got this…

I tensed as extremely ill-timed wetness bloomed between my thighs at the thought.

Why did I have to forget underwear of all things?!

By some miracle, Xander released me before I could continue getting hot for his sister while in his arms.

This family is twisted enough as it is .

"We, uh…" Xander rubbed the back of his neck, uncharacteristically unsure as his gaze briefly dropped to my enormous belly. "I combined our apartments into one so we could all live together. As a surprise… for when we got back to Big City…"

Oh, child.

I couldn't help it. I laughed right in my bestie's adorably idiotic face. "Listen, Xan. I'm fully intending on being involved in this baby's life—just like we discussed—but I am gonna need some goddamn space after we get off this goddamn island."

"Told you, doofus," Vi cackled, winking at me in a way that had me clenching my thighs together in earnest.

Don't drip, don't drip, don't drip.

Xander puffed out a breath. "We'll have to figure out a temporary living situation for you, then." He abruptly cocked his head, his gaze darting between Vi and me, as if his big brain was puzzling out a nerdy science problem. "Or a permanent one…"

That sounds ominous.

"All right, that's enough!" Vi clapped her hands together before her brother could elaborate. "I think that groveling will be sufficient for now—unless you need more, Princess?"

Princess!

I sharply inhaled as Xander's eyes lit up like he was about to dissect a fresh seagull corpse. "Oh-ho- HO! Okay, I see you. So we'll just plan on you taking a room at the family compound, huh, bestie? Vi has an entire wing all to herself, you know?—"

"That will be all, Antihero," she snapped. "It should be up to Kai whether she wants to move into the compound?— "

"I do!" I blurted out before blushing furiously. "I mean, if everyone else wants me there…"

Suddenly concerned this was another case of Xan making decisions for other people, I peered up at Vi through my lashes, awaiting her reaction.

"I do," she softly replied with an even softer smile.

Xander scoffed good-naturedly. "Hey, that's my line. Or it will be. Later today…"

Bestie swallowed thickly, looking a little pale at the thought, so I yanked him into a hug this time.

Looks like we're huggers now.

"Everything will be awesome," I soothed, feeling the baby kicking up a storm for their daddy in agreement. "I can't wait to witness you and that big beefcake gettin' hitched."

I love both of you idiots so much.

He chuckled as he pulled away. "Yeah, it will. I'm gonna see if I can convince Butch to skip the dress shirt under his corset vest for maximum cleavage…"

Xander trailed off, frowning as the wind suddenly picked up. I followed his gaze out to sea to find that the cyclone lurking on the horizon all week was now much closer than I remembered.

Weird.

"I need to go check in with… Zion about some things…" he muttered before giving us both a tight smile. "See you girlies in a few hours for the big showdown."

Does he mean showtime?

I watched my bestie crank up his super speed and disappear in the direction of Zion's bungalow, leaving me and Vi—and my concerning lack of underwear—behind.

Halp.

"I can… head out too." She cleared her throat, snapping my attention to her gorgeous face. "If you want to decompress before the wedding."

"No!" I squeaked. "I mean, I do want to decompress, but not alone. With… you."

Hint, hint…

I think?

Because she knew me better than I knew myself, Vi smiled slyly and advanced, backing me against the doorframe in a way that made me feel safe instead of squirmy.

Okay, I'm still a little squirmy.

"I would love nothing more than to help with that." She paused to hook a finger under my chin, tilting my face up— way up—to look at her. "If you'd let me."

We stan a consent queen.

I could only blink stupidly at first, but Vi never wavered. She steadily held my chin and my gaze, all while holding space for me — as patiently as ever.

So, of course, I had to ruin it.

"What about your ex- girlfriend?" I huffed, wishing I sounded less petulant but unable to hide the hurt from my tone. When she looked confused, I elaborated. "Why didn't you tell me about Dahlia, or that she was gonna be on the island with us?"

You're supposed to be mine !

I immediately regretted my words as Vi released me and took a step back. "Dahlia? She isn't—" Her amber eyes widened. "Ohhh… you must have seen Rose at dinner last night. She's the other Salah sister and is married with, like, twenty kids."

Oh.

"Well, now I feel dumb," I muttered, feeling my cheeks heat. "And it's none of my business who you dated, so… forget I even said?—"

"It wasn't anything close to dating," Vi interrupted earnestly. "We were drinking at Daisy's east coast birthday party and fooled around a little." Her gaze dropped to the boardwalk. "Until I lost control."

Lost control?

Vi was nothing but calm and collected around me. The only time I ever saw her lose her cool was when I was threatened—like when Theo turned into creepy Christmas lights on the beach.

I'd fainted fairly quickly, but from what I remembered, her eyes had gone white, her normally placid expression feral as she attacked the alien with the charcuterie board—turning whatever was closest into a deadly weapon, mindless with rage…

Oh.

That's why she's called Ultra Violent.

"I-I know we're not supposed to talk about your powers," I hesitantly began, reaching for her hands. "But I understand how it is to feel like your body isn't your own, like you're an outsider looking in on your own life."

Gawd, I sound so dumb right now.

Vi's gaze snapped to mine. "That's exactly how it feels, except I rarely remember what happened or… who I've hurt."

Oh, Vi.

Wanting to ease her pain, I blurted out the first thing that popped into my head. "But you would never hurt me."

I didn't know how I knew that was true, but it was, and when Vi visibly relaxed, I knew I'd guessed right.

"No, Princess, I wouldn't." She smiled, almost sadly. "You're so soft and fragile, with no powers. Just… perfect."

All at once, I understood everything. While I thought I was boring compared to this superpowered crew, my weaknesses were actually what made me appealing to the killing machine towering over me.

She likes me soft and fragile…

Like a little princess.

"I want to be your Princess," I whispered as every nerve ending in my body lit up at the idea. "Please… Can I be?"

Desperation made my voice waver, but I didn't give a fuck. I wanted—no, needed— to be Vi's Princess like I needed air.

No one else.

Just me.

"Of course you can," she purred, cupping my face in her cool hands and leaning down until her breath tickled my lips. "But please, call me Mommy."

Oh, fuck.

"Fuck, yes," I breathed, and then, her mouth was on mine.

I moaned as she claimed me—her achingly soft lips turning firm as the kiss grew more aggressive. Her tongue teased the seam of my mouth, demanding entry and fluttering in a way that told me exactly how well she'd do between my thighs.

Fuuuuck.

Just the thought had me whimpering, the inside of my thighs growing slick as more wetness gathered.

Vi pulled back and inhaled deeply. "You already smell so good, Princess. Should we see if you taste good too?"

"Yes, Mommy," I sighed, melting into her hold as she steered me into the bungalow and closed the door behind us.

Taste me, claim me, make me yours.

She sat me on the edge of the bed and spread my legs so she could kneel between them. My belly was resting on my thighs, awkwardly cock-blocking the action, but Vi lovingly ran her hands over it before resting them on my thighs.

"Now lie back and show me what pretty things you've hidden under such a pretty dress."

Despite how pumped I was, I froze, realizing we'd reached the moment of truth about my missing underwear.

There's no turning back now.

Unfortunately, Vi misinterpreted my hesitation. "Nothing needs to happen, K-pop, today or ever. If I simply get to continue taking care of you, I'll be happy."

Gah!

On cue, tears started to blur my vision, but I stubbornly blinked them away. Just knowing Vi would respect whatever decision I made—would still be the best, most supportive friend I'd ever had—only proved how perfect she was for me.

How she's everything I need .

"You take such good care of me, Vi-Vi," I whispered vehemently. "But if I could have that same treatment and a romantic relationship with you? Pampering and orgasms? Hell yes."

Sign me the fuck up.

Realizing I still needed to explain my knee-jerk reaction, I took a deep breath and admitted my stupid mistake. "The only reason I froze a second ago was because I'm… not wearing any underwear."

Vi zeroed in on my lap before shifting her attention to my face again. "Is that so?"

I froze, only this time, it felt like part of the game. "Y-yeah. I haven't been wearing any all week because that's what I f-forgot to pack."

Vi hummed thoughtfully, slipping her hands under my dress and running them up my thighs as far as my belly allowed.

"I see," she murmured, as calm as ever. "Very well. Lie back and show me the pretty little pussy you've been hiding under this pretty dress."

Oh.

Myfuckinggawd!

"Yes, Mommy," I breathed while lowering myself to the mattress.

I would have preferred to watch Vi in action, but even if I propped myself up on my elbows, the view would be obscured by the next generation of Suarez supes. So, I simply obeyed, lying back and letting go—letting her just handle things.

As always .

"Such a good girl," she praised, slowly lifting the hem of my dress, exposing everything to her. "I can't wait to make you come on my tongue."

"Please!" I exclaimed, squirming with barely contained lust, incoherent with it. "Pleaseplease please make me come, Mommyyyy."

I didn't care how ridiculous I sounded—not when Vi did that throaty chuckle again while running her thumbs through my folds before spreading me wide.

"As you wish, Princess," she soothed, blowing cool air on my soaked pussy, making me gasp. "Just let Mommy handle it."

With pleasure.

I squealed as she dove into my center, her wicked tongue collecting every drop of arousal while she hummed in approval. When I was nothing but a trembling mess, she paused with her fingers at my opening.

"Would two fingers be all right, K-pop? Green means yes?—"

"Green," I rasped, already shaky. "And y-yellow for now on toys. I-I just don't know how I feel about… larger things."

Dicks may be a trigger at this point.

"Whatever you want, Princess." Vi placed a gentle kiss on my clit. "We'll go at your pace."

I groaned as she gently slid two fingers inside me at the same moment she closed her lips around the already pulsing bundle of nerves. Then, my soul about left my body as she expertly massaged my g-spot while starting up an insane rhythm with her tongue against my clit—machine gunning me to O-town faster than any man could ever dream of doing.

Gawd, I love women .

It wasn't long before I was clawing at the sheets, dying for release while simultaneously never wanting this to end. My chest felt so tight, I wondered if my pregnancy-induced heartburn was kicking in again, but I didn't mention it, determined as fuck to come on Mommy's tongue.

Just like she told me to.

"Vi! Mommy! I'm…" I babbled and writhed as my limbs began to violently shake. "Oh, fuck. I'm coming! I'm coming for you…"

I almost held back—almost allowed old insecurities to ruin the experience—but I knew she wouldn't want that for me. So, I came hard, absolutely soaking Vi's face in my release while she moaned as if she was the one receiving pleasure.

Knowing her, she is.

By the time I returned to Earth, she was cleaning me up with a warm washcloth before helping me maneuver under the covers.

"My Princess," she murmured, kissing me on the forehead as my eyes grew heavy.

Just a little nap before the wedding…

"All mine," she added, and that tight-yet-comforting feeling returned to my chest.

"Yours," I mumbled, snuggling close as she climbed into bed with me. "And you're mine too. All mine."

So there.

Vi laughed, and it both pleased and saddened me how much lighter she sounded. "Of course, K-pop. I've always been yours. "

I wanted to say more—to tell her I felt the same—but exhaustion swept over me, pulling me under to a place that was quiet and safe. A place where I belonged.

With her.