Take (Need #2)(28)

“Why is it okay for you to hurt me, but it’s wrong that he did so?”

God damn, this girl has a way of cutting me to the quick with her words. “None of the things I did to you were okay. I’ve told you hundreds of times. I f*cked up. I f*cked up so bad, Kira.”

“So you want me to forgive you, but not him?”

I get why she’s asking me these things. I even appreciate the fact that, instead of pushing me away completely, she’s actually trying to understand me.

Still, opening up isn’t my strong suit. Not even with her. Being put on the spot so suddenly makes me want to shut down, avoid further discussion.

But I know I won’t. When it comes to what I want with Kira, I finally have my shit straight. I’m going to do what’s right. “You can forgive him if you want. Yet we both know that the one thing I don’t want is for you to be with him.”

She tilts her head, hair sliding over her shoulder. My phone goes dark. I hurry to turn it back on, needing to see more of her.

Just looking at her is better than any sex I’ve ever had with anyone else.

“It has to be your pride,” Kira says thoughtfully. “That’s why you don’t want me with him.”

Fuck, yeah. My pride is involved. I won’t deny it. I’m a guy, and some other f*cker is actively trying to take what’s mine. “It’s not just that. I love you.”

“You say that so easily now. But you never stopped to think how much you were hurting me all those years. I’m supposed to forgive you for that? What if his reasons are similar to yours?”

The comparisons to Austin are f*cking killing me. No matter how deserved they are, she has to stop that shit before I lose my mind. “You’re right, baby. I didn’t stop to think about anything.”

Kira tenses up at my admission, and I see the anger rise in her. The resentment.

I hurry to add, “I was too caught up in my own pain, and I had to escape. That’s what losing you did to me. It f*cked me up so bad, and I was already f*cked up to begin with.” Admitting I’d been a * back then isn’t easy, but it’s true. “I was frantic to numb myself, and I couldn’t. In the end, that was the hardest lesson.”

“What was?”

“That no one on this planet is you, and you’re all I f*cking want. I don’t care how, what I have to do to earn you.” Leaning toward her, I lock eyes with her. “And trust me, Kitty. I’ve learned my lesson well.”

Even in the dim light of my phone, I see her cheeks pinken. Her expression is lucid, focused intensely on me, trying to gauge my honesty, and I start to wonder if she’s even drunk anymore.

Kira gets on all fours and starts crawling toward me.

I tense.

Breath leaves me.

Desire collides with that ever-present, insatiable hunger. The force of it burns through my veins and slams into my cock.

My mouth f*cking waters with every centimeter that she gets closer.

She’s drunk. Definitely still tipsy at the least. There’s no way one of my most violent fantasies is coming true this easily.

I slam my head back against the wall. “Kira, why—don’t.”

Her hand lands on the floor next to my hip. Her other hand lands on the other side.

My hips jerk up toward her, seeking. “Kitty.” Don’t do this to me. Not right now. I can’t f*cking fight it . . .

“You’re only saying all these things because you want to f*ck me.”

I groan at the tone of her voice—husky, low, hungry for me.

“And for some reason, Brayden—” She presses her lips to my ear. “—Right now, I really want to let you f*ck me.”

Oh God. “No, baby. Please.”

She drags her lips along my jaw, down to my chin.

Push her away. Fucking hell, do it.

“All . . . this . . . time . . .” Kira ducks her head, kissing the spot under my chin. A sweet, almost affectionate kiss; it sends shocks through me, making my hair stand on end. “Trying to get me to f*ck you—” Parting her lips, she drags her bottom one up my chin, toward my mouth. “And now you’re turning me down?”

I snap my head back before my lips connect with hers. “If you were f*cking sober, I’d have you flat on that floor right now, thighs spread for me.”

Giggling, she rubs her cheek against mine, purring in the back of her throat.

My cock jerks at that sexy sound.

“Do it,” Kira whispers. “Pin me under you. Spread me wide.”

Holy . . . f*ck . . .

Such dirty words from my girl . . . I freeze, then reach out and grab onto her waist to pull her back.

Shit. Bad move.

Her waist is tiny, fits right into my hands. I could use it to control her rhythm, how fast or slow she slides up and down my cock . . .

No.

She bites into my neck, right where she marked me before, and her hand lands on my dick.

“Kira, baby. Oh f*ck, yes.”

Biting down harder, she jerks me through my jeans.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come, Kitty. Stop.”

She moans around my flesh, sucking hard, wanting to mark me.

My dick pulsates for her.

Her hand squeezes down around me.

Groaning, I lean forward and kiss her neck. Just one kiss. One taste and I’ll stop.