Take (Need #2)(50)

I really hope she doesn’t wear that thing in public, because I’m two seconds from throwing her friends out and ripping it off her. If I’m like that, I can imagine the reaction she receives, and it makes me homicidal.

She adjusts the strap, and I groan at the pale line on her pink skin. Does she have similar pale triangles on her chest? I really want to find out.

“Are you going back in the pool?”

“Yes,” her friend Jenna pipes in. “Want to join us?”

I push off the door and grab the bottom of my shirt, yanking it off. “Let’s go.”

“Oh my God, is that a K on his chest?” one of the twins gasps.

“Look at that tattoo on his side. Don’t tell me that mermaid’s hair isn’t the same color as Kira’s,” the other twin says.

“Yo, this man is so owned,” Jenna pipes in.

Kira glares at me. “We’re not going now, dipshit. We just got out.”

I give them a pout. “We used to have so much fun in the pool.”

She rolls her eye’s and I know she’s reaching her boiling point.

“Fine. Have your girl time.”

“What are you doing?” the twin that commented about the K on my chest asks me.

“Packing.”

“For your apartment?”

I nod. “I think it’s missing a woman’s touch.” I wink at Kira, who flips me off.

“Oh, really?” Jenna turns to Kira, who is now beyond pissed.

“Out!” She points to the door as she glares at me.

I hold my hands up and back away. “Yes, mistress.”

After passing into the hall, I pull the door closed and wait. There’s giggling, but it’s silenced by Kira.

“Shut up! You three are terrible.”

“Seriously, Kira, how can you turn that down?”

“She can’t!”

I step away with a smile. No, she can’t.

I’m really beginning to like her friends.

As I enter my room, I close the door and lean against it. My dick is so f*cking hard and I’m sure they noticed, especially when I took off my shirt. I rub my palm against my jeans, right over my shaft. A shiver runs through me and my hips rock against my hand as I let out a hiss.

I need to get off, but I don’t want to do it without her.

Instead, I pick up my laptop bag and climb onto my bed. I started a list of things I need to take back with me this weekend so I can continue getting my apartment set up. Right now, it’s just a shell with furniture, but at least I’ve got that.

As I scan over the list I notice there’s one thing missing—Kira’s name at the top.

I’m turning into such a * for the girl, but I’m perfectly fine with it.

Most everything I moved home last month is stacked up in the basement, and a good majority of it will go with me. There’s the rest of the summer to get it all there, not that there’s a ton. Every week I have to spend half of the time here for my job, but I have a feeling more than that will be spent here.

This is where Kira is.

I pull out a notebook and begin writing down the boxes that are higher priority. I’d love to simply print it off, but my printer is somewhere in one of the boxes.

There are still giggles going on in Kira’s room as I head down to the basement. Once there, it doesn’t take long to pull aside what needs to go back with me and sort out what isn’t going at all.

On my way back up, I hear Kira’s friends shouting and Kira replying. She’s at the bottom of the stairs. I didn’t even hear her on the steps above me.

I stay hidden in the basement doorway and crane my head around the frame. She’s walking into the kitchen, and I nearly bust my blue balls all over my shorts.

Kira in a bikini does so much more to me now than it did six years ago, before she had tits and ass to fill it. Before she morphed into the petite, sexy woman I want to pin to the wall with my cock. I can’t help but follow the sway of her hips.

She turns and jumps a little before glaring at me. “Are you following me?”

“I just came upstairs and I’m thirsty.”

She eyes me, then notices the paper and pen in my hand. I set them down on the counter and take in her f*ckable body in the most blatant manner. My lips pull up in one corner, and I reach down to adjust my dick. Her gaze darts down, staring, transfixed, for a beat too long.

Yeah, I know what you want, baby.

She huffs, then turns around, throwing the fridge door open, blocking me.

But it doesn’t hide all of her, and I’m stuck staring at her perfect ass.

So easy. All I have to do is slip a tiny piece of fabric aside and I’m home. The one place I’ve always belonged.

After pulling out some sodas and closing the fridge door, she continues trying to ignore me.

Not a good idea in my state. I’m left staring, unable to rip my eyes away from every square inch of exposed skin begging to be licked.

Begging to be covered in my come.

So entranced, I’m not even paying attention to what she’s doing, only her movements. I move without direction. Pure animal instinct leads me until I’m standing behind her.

She stops moving, stops breathing as I grab onto her hips with both hands, unable to stop from grinding into her sweet ass.

“Brayden.” She chokes out my name. “Stop.”