Chapter 21: : Chapter 21

“Kai.”

“Kai, baby, you good?”

Her sweet voice parts through my hazy cloud until I feel her sweet little ass resting on my lap, her back against my chest.

“I’m good, babygirl,” I groan, pinning her hips to me as I drive mine up into her.

The alcohol, the weed, it’s all in my system now and I feel great. My girl is on my lap and we’re about to have a wild ass night.

She responds with a soft moan, wrapping an arm up behind my neck and pulling my face to meet hers. Her lips find mine and it’s ecstasy. Literally ecstasy on her tongue into my mouth.

I take the pill from her, swallowing it down as I take one from the bowl near the couch, yeah it’s that kind of party, placing one on her tongue with my index finger. She sucks on my finger, her tongue ring massaging it as if she was sucking something else.

We’re both already high as fuck. Mine must be hitting harder because she seems to always be taking care of me, looking out for me, checking on me, giving me what I need.

We got to the beach house party at Sidney’s a few hours ago after a long week of work. Hawke and I had finished the construction on their newest property and the only thing left was to furnish it before renters could slide through. We were finally ready to celebrate the weekend at Sidney’s beach house—at least everyone around me is celebrating the weekend. I’m celebrating the fact that it’s been seven consecutive days on the Han-hasn’t-ghosted-me calendar.

She didn’t leave me. She’s here, and she stuck around for me. Like a feather to a wad of gum.

We’ve been clicked up all week, almost as if we’d been doing this forever. Grabbing food together, going for nature hike and bakes, playing video games in my room, to which she proceeded to hand me my ass in Call of Duty. I’ve stayed overnight at her place a few times. She stayed at Hawke and Cole’s on a different night. Snuck in like teenagers late at night after a party, drunk as all hell. I had to keep a hand over her mouth that night as she screamed out against it while I hammered into her. Fuck, we’re wild.

It’s the craziest shit. She’s more of a homie to me than most of my homies—Hawke excluded, of course. We seem to have a solid friendship outside of our mutual attraction to one another, and I genuinely enjoy kicking it with her the way we so naturally do. We just click on so many different levels.

We both love sex. Rough, boundary-pushing sex. That much is clear. The drugs, yeah, we both overindulge. She understands my needs almost as much as I do hers. We love exploring different realms, different levels of consciousness while submitting to the feelings and each other.

But it’s more than that. Our conversations are real, authentic, and deep. She’s letting me in while slowly trusting me. I see it. I feel it. As much as it scares her, she’s trying. Why is she trying? It’s because I allow her to be herself with me. I love her darkness. It’s something I don’t think anyone has subjected themselves to. Maybe I am crazy enough for her because of it, like she says. Maybe she’s realizing if she doesn’t jump, she might miss out on something extraordinary. This, between us, is extraordinary.

I’ve also enjoyed seeing this new side to her I had mildly picked up on during LSD night. It’s been more than apparent lately. She cares about me. She’s always looking out for me, even when I’m not, or when I’m oblivious to my surroundings. She’s got a nurturing soul, and it’s showing its face the more we’re together.

She eyes me from the other side of the room when we’re separated, watching to make sure I don’t overdo it, even though I know my limits. Her concern is adorable. I catch her eyeing other women or even men when they come around. She doesn’t act jealous by any means, but she looks out for me the way friends would naturally. Giving visual evaluations, making sure people are being authentic, trustworthy, and that they aren’t fucking with me. The feeling I get knowing she’s got my back is enough to have me bowing down to her at the throne, surrendering my sword. Yep, I’m fucking drowning.

“Here, drink some water,” she says, handing me a bottle of water. “Gotta keep you hydrated.”

“Fuck, Han,” I say, taking the water and helping her onto my lap on the loveseat I’ve settled into. “You always do me right.”

“What are friends for?” she says, wiggling her eyebrows at me, knowing what that sentence does to me.

I set the bottled water down, grabbing the back of her neck roughly as she smirks in delight. She loves toying with me, watching me come undone.

“I’m not your fucking friend, Han.”

“Is that right?” She grins playfully, situating her body in my lap, her legs finding their place around mine. “Then what are we?”

She straddles me on the couch, pressing herself against my chest, our foreheads now connected as she rubs her little nose against mine in the way I’ve come to love.

“Am I the Snuffleupagus to your Big Bird?” she whispers against my lips.

“Oh, most definitely. But more than that, you’re my girl, and I’m your guy,” I say confidently, holding her face between my palms.

She bites her bottom lip, looking down at my mouth, then back into my eyes with a flirtatious flutter of her lashes before pushing back.

“You don’t own me,” she remarks with her sexy little sass.

I tighten my grip on the back of her neck again, bringing her ear near my lips.

“I’ll show everybody at this party how I can fucking own you.”

She smiles, wrapping her arms around my neck, turning to face me, and I lean forward to lick her bottom lip.

Fuck, she tastes good. Like brown sugar and sweet, delicious honey.

We enjoy tasting each other, feeling the electrifying sparks of our tongues intertwined, kissing until our lips are used. I claw at her skin, grabbing for her perfect perky breast that’s loose beneath her little Ol’ Dirty Bastard crop top shirt, and massage it in the palm of my hand, twisting the nipple ring between my forefinger and thumb. She throws her head back, pulling away from my kiss as her body begins its beautiful roll against mine.

We both seek the ultimate release, the kind we can only seem to get through each other. I’m obsessed with making this girl cum. My favorite is when she stares into my eyes, coming undone as I flick her clit at the speed of a hummingbird’s wings with my tongue the way she loves, until she screams out, spasming around my fingers, curled deep inside her. I will never get enough of the taste of her. I want to live between her legs, worshiping the woman, who I now realize at any moment could break me in two.

The door to the house swings open as a couple of girls enter the kitchen nearby to grab some drinks out of the fridge. Han turns her head and connects eyes with the brunette. They share an odd exchange before Han turns back to me with a smile, like nothing happened. The girl, however, looks at us curiously as she takes in the visual of Han straddling my lap.

“Who was that?” I ask as the girls leave out of the door they came in.

“Who, the girl with the big tits in green?” she asks against my neck, placing a kiss.

I didn’t even catch what she looked like or what was wearing. The awkward exchange between them was loud enough.

“Yeah, what was that look she gave you? What’d you do? Steal her boyfriend?”

“Nah, I stole her. From her boyfriend,” she says casually as she continues dragging her lips over the shell of my ear.

“Wait, what?” I chuckle in confusion.

“Bran.”

She says the name, and it unintentionally triggers me.

“Bran?”

“You really want to do this? Right now?” She sits back on my lap, letting out a little huff of air.

“I mean…yeah.” I shrug with a curious grin. “I don’t know anything about your dating history.”

“There’s not much to it,” she says simply.

I raise my eyebrows, wanting her to explain.

“I don’t date—” She stops herself, taking in a breath. “I’d dated this girl Sasha, but only for a few months, and haven’t dated since Bran. Bran and I were together for two and a half years, on and off. I told him I loved him. He told me he was fucking another girl. So, I did what anyone would do. I stole his girl.”

This story has to be the craziest shit I’ve ever heard. In what world would anyone cheat on Han? No one could ever come close to comparing. And Bran? Why the fuck would she date a guy like him for two and a half years? The intensity with which I hate Bran is unparalleled.

“Wait, so he started dating her directly after you?”

“Well, basically while he was with me, but yeah.”

I think of a younger, more innocent Han getting her little heartbroken, and it crushes me.

“And then you got her to cheat on him…with you?”

“Yeah. I think she’s still kinda obsessed with me. We only hooked up twice, but she’s always finding me at parties and getting flirty and shit.”

I break out into a laugh. “That’s fucking badass.”

I can only imagine the look on Bran’s face knowing a woman stole his woman. I’m fucking deceased. This girl is a savage, and I love it.

“He’s another level of asshole. A shit for brains, small-dicked, popularity-hungry prick. He deserves so much worse for all the shit he put me through after…” She stalls, and I can feel the pain in her pause. “After everything I was dealing with in that moment,” she scowls, just thinking about it.

There must be a connection in the timeline between the Bran incident and whatever happened to her mother. I can see that cloud of hers lingering, waiting to drop that rain on her already broken heart.

“Then why were you talking to him at his house? How could you possibly be so cool around him after all of that shit popped off? His fucking arm was around you,” I say, remembering the scenario and getting defensive for her.

“I leave him with the idea that he’s in control of the situation around him, when, in reality, he’s just a chess piece in my game.”

I blow out air. “Jesus, Han.”

She shrugs.

“I need to know more about this detailed game of yours. You’re like a little assassin,” I smirk, pulling her closer to me, nuzzling my face into her neck before whispering into her ear, “This is getting me hard.”

Her throat vibrates as she giggles against me. “You’re always hard.”

“That’s a fucking fact.” I point at her, then my dick. “Now come sit on this cock.”

“I can’t get enough of your crazy ass,” she moans, grinding her hips into me before pressing her lips against mine again.

We’re enjoying our little moment to ourselves on the couch inside Sidney’s beach shack. A few people are inside somewhere, hooking up, while most people are out on the beach surrounding the fire.

“Han, tell me I’m more than a friend to you,” I demand, grabbing her chin to face me, stalling her grind on me.

She said she doesn’t date. She stopped herself, but it still sent me into my own form of madness. Staring into me with those dilated pupils from her Molly, I can tell she feels good all over.

“You’re more than a friend, Kai,” she whispers against my lips. “You’re in the blurred space beyond it. Whatever that space holds.”

My heart feels as if it’s bouncing around the inside of my rib cage, trying to break free.

I groan at her words. “Show me. I need you to show me I’m not your friend.”

I’m so hard for her, as always. I could get hard sniffing her hair. But hearing her say I’m more than a friend makes me want to do nasty things to her, needing her to prove that the blurred space she talks about actually exists for me.

She grinds her hips into me again, clearly feeling my erection and rubbing herself against me in her little cutup shorts, massaging her clit where she needs the friction most.

“Fucking you is my favorite, Kai,” she whispers as she sucks on my earlobe. “You have the most amazing, thick cock.”

The Molly is kicking in now as we touch every available part of one another beneath our velvety hands. Han rolls her head back, closing her eyes, facing the ceiling in pure bliss as she succumbs to the sensations.

“But it’s more than that,” she whispers to the ceiling. “It’s our connection. It’s metagalactic.”

“I’m just gonna assume that’s a good adjective,” I groan while her hips roll.

She drops her head down to face me again, her eyes burning into mine.

“Meaning…everything,” she finishes, sensing my confusion.

I stare into her wild eyes. I feel my lips part before I attempt to swallow. Every time I get the sense that this is actually real and happening, I have to pause to take it in. I’m in fucking love with her. I know I am.

She can read my mind. I know she can. I can tell by the way her eyes light up with a certain dangerous twinkle to them. She’s got me right where she needs me to be in order for her to release her hold, needing someone to fall first to brace the impact of hers.

Han wraps her hand around the back of my head, gripping the top of my hair between her fingers. She presses her soft lips against mine again and moans into my mouth as our tongues find each other’s. Her lips are so warm and soft, and her tongue so strong and steady. Our kiss sends my stomach into a cartwheel of fucking bliss.

One girl returns in through the front door again, sneaking a peek at us on the couch as she walks over to sit in the chair at the table. Han kisses and sucks the skin along my neck as I eye the curious onlooker. The one in green with the big tits, as Han described, is watching with a certain look in her eyes. A naughty little smirk. I know that look.

“Mmm,” I groan as she nips at my skin with her teeth, leaving a mark.

I smack her ass, grabbing it in a firm grip as she leans back, biting her bottom lip.

The girl gets up from her chair, making it screech against the wood floor, prompting Han to run and look at her.

“You two are so sexy together,” she says, sauntering her way over to us.

She sits down next to me on the couch, clearly trying to get a better view.

Han smirks and pulls my hair again, bending my neck back, exposing my Adam’s apple, almost making a show out of licking the length of my neck.

She sits back in my lap and eyes the woman again, gauging for a response. Han leans across me, holding her hands on my shoulders as she bends towards an awaiting kiss.

The woman presses up against Han’s lips as I watch their tongues touch directly over my lap. I rub myself against Han, rolling her hips so her friction reaches the heat in my jeans from the display.

She’s insatiable and seeing her kiss a woman with that tongue that so graciously gives me pleasure has my jaw on the floor, on the brink of losing control.

The girl grabs for the hem of Han’s crop top as they kiss each other. I assist Han in pulling her top up and over her breasts. I watch the intensity between these two and know for a fact this is about to be a good ass time.

Han’s top comes up as the girl and I connect eyes, almost daring each other to do it, before our mouths and hands find her breasts. She moans softly, dropping her head back when I come to my senses. We can’t do this here.

“Back room.” I nod my head once in its direction. “Let’s go.”

We all silently smirk at one another with curious eyes and a knowledge of the pleasure to come.

We get into a room—a bedroom with a full-sized bed and tropical island decor. I’m talking a palm tree border in the middle of the wall, bedspread with an island sunset, and collections of various shapes of glass bottles of sand and seashells on the shelves.

I must make a strange face at the setup before Han snaps me out of it, dragging me to the bed until the backs of my legs hit the mattress, before throwing me back on it and straddling my lap.

She crawls up my body as I hear the door lock behind us. The woman is approaching us with a grin, licking her lips as she sits in a chair facing us, watching the two of us interact naturally. She leans back into the blue velvet chair, her left leg propped on the armrest as her hands explore herself beneath that little green dress.

Han’s lips are dragging all over me. My neck, my chest after removing my t-shirt, my nipple, along my abdomen and finally at the edge of my black ripped jeans. She opens the button to my pants, eyeing my face while her brow arches, almost silently communicating with me.

A dangerous grin pulls at my lip, answering all of those questions in one look.