Sweet Retribution (Rydeville High Elite #3)(43)

“Man, he really is a freak.”

I thump him in the arm. “He’s a freaking genius. And we’re lucky he’s on our side.”

“Kai!” Drew roars. “I’m not fucking messing. Open the damn door before I take a sledgehammer to it and your face.”

Kai laughs, and I roll my eyes. Now that we’ve both gotten that off our chests, it’s like a weight has been lifted. I feel lighter and more reassured than when I arrived here. Kai moves to place me on the seat alongside him. “Wait.” I cling onto him. I examine his face closely. “This is going to be infinitely harder than we thought.” I bite down on my lip. “He won’t stop testing us. Pushing us. Can we do this?”

His answering kiss is devoid of the recent tenderness and laced with resolve. “Yes, we can fucking do this.” He grabs hold of my face. “We love each other, and we both understand what we need to do to protect one another and our relationship.” He rubs at my cheek. “No other couple could handle this.” Steely determination glints in his eye. “But we can.” His eyes search mine. “Because we’re one and the same, Abby, and there isn’t anything either of us won’t do to save the other.”

Including kissing other people, it seems. My gut twists painfully at the thought of having to watch Kai kiss that fawning bitch. But if he can watch me kissing Charlie, I guess I’ll just have to suck it up. I still live with the memories of Rochelle grinding in his lap and giving him head, and at least it’s not as bad as that.

Plus, if Dad continues to involve him, then it means Kai and Rick will be at the wedding party in the dungeon, and more hands on deck is always a good thing.

I’ll just have to focus on finding the positives in every situation forced on us rather than dwelling on the negatives.

I press my forehead to his again, ignoring Drew’s latest round of insults as he continues pounding on the door, demanding we open up. “I would die for you, Kai.” I mean it sincerely. “Nothing or no one means more to me than you.”

His lips crush against mine again, and we are both panting when we break apart. “The only ones dying are those bastards who helped give us life.” He sweeps his thumb along my swollen bottom lip. “But you and me aren’t dying, Abby. We’re going to do this. And we’re going to live a long and happy life together.”

I commit his words to memory, knowing I’ll need them to keep me motivated, and sane, in the coming weeks.





CHAPTER SIXTEEN


“I still want to punch you,” Drew says, glaring at Kai ten minutes later when we are all seated around the conference table, nursing steaming cups of coffee.

“Do I need to sanitize the table?” Xavier, unhelpfully asks, and Drew growls, his hands fisting into balls on top of the table.

“Chill out, Drew.” I pin him with a cautionary look. “I’ve heard you fucking too many times to count. This room is soundproof, so at least you weren’t subjected to that.”

“With the way he fucking dragged you in here,” he says, prodding his finger in Kai’s direction, “it didn’t take much imagination.”

“I happen to like angry makeup sex,” I admit, blowing on the top of my coffee.

Drew pales. “Not helping, A.” He glowers at Kai. “Not helping at all.”

“You have an issue with the fact your sister enjoys sex, or it’s just Kai you object to?” Jackson asks, his eyes locking on mine in a way that lets me know he’s thinking about what went down in Kai’s room between the three of us.

“I have an issue with my sister being manhandled,” he snaps.

“So, you’ve never had rough sex with Jane?” I ask, knowing full and well he has, because with the way Jane used to scream the house down, it couldn’t have been anything else. I don’t like bringing her name up, because it hurts my brother, but this needs to be put to bed. Kai and Drew have been renewing their friendship and I don’t want this coming in the way of that. Now, more than ever, we all need to be tight.

His nostrils flare as he glares at me, purposely not answering.

“Are we done with this yet?” Sawyer asks, drumming his fingers off the top of the table. “Because I’m pretty sick of the way every conversation we have ends up in the gutter.”

“Have we offended your delicate senses?” Xavier asks, smirking as he kicks his feet up on the table. I swear he’s done that purely to mess with Sawyer.

Sawyer’s eyes zoom to Xavier’s feet and the layer of mud caked to the soles of his boots. “Someone has to try and keep things on track.” He glances at Drew. “Drew is usually our guy, but someone seems to have removed his brain from his skull tonight.” His gaze drills a hole in my brother’s head. “Your sister has rough sex with her husband. Big fucking deal. Get over it.”

Xavier grins, and Jackson chuckles. Drew flips Sawyer the bird, while Kai gloats like he’s King Big Dick.

I sigh. Because he pretty much is.

Not that I’d ever tell him that. Kai’s got a healthy enough ego as it is. No need to send it into orbit.

I squeeze my thighs together as my mind conjures up images of said big dick and my panties are flooded.

Man, I have it so bad.

I look sideways at him, and he grins knowingly. As if he has laser vision and can see how soaked I am for him.