Chapter 92
KESTER.
I was spent. My cock still tingled at the tip, sensitive from the two times I had already taken her tonight. And gods,
1 wanted more.
Thad dragged Kasmine into the woods twice to fuck her. Pick, she was like an addiction.
I had to bring both of them back home before I’d be tempted to take her a third time. She was drunk, and it was so intoxicating fucking her in that state.
Thankfully, June was still awake, so I didn’t have to waste time worrying about how she’d get home. That meant i could focus entirely on Kasmine.
1 carried her inside, laying, her down carefully on the bed, watching as she shifted slightly but didn’t stir. She was completely out of it. If I touched her now, if I pressed my lips to her throat, my fingers between her thighs, my cock into her pussy, she wouldn’t resist. She wouldn’t stop me. And fuck, how it made my cock strain with need.
But as much as I wanted to sink into her one more time, I knew I needed to stop.
Such a baby.
She’d made a mess at the bonfire, puking all over the place. I had to bathe her, get her cleaned up, change her dress before tucking her into bed. And then, I’d hold her and cuddle her. I liked when she slept in my arms, her body curling into mine, small, warm, utterly fucking mine.
With one last glance at her, I quietly shut the door and turned toward my own room, and sincerely, I couldn’t shake off the nagging need to have my phone up and running again
After I had flung it at June earlier today, I hadn’t had the time to go into town to get another one. Kasmine was with me all day, lying in my arms and trying to calm me down.
I let myself loose in her warmth, and I lost track of time. My father’s texts were never opened before the incident. And neither was I able to see Lance’s texts.
Well, if it were so urgent, they’d have called Kasmine or June by now to get to me. This was the only excuse that had kept me sane all day.
My door groaned open, and I pushed in hurriedly, taking long, strides to the closet. I didn’t even notice the person sitting on the couch in the other corner of the room.
That’s how fucking insignificant she was.
“Kester,” June called and stood up, taking cautious steps toward me.
I barely spared her a glance, “You should be trying to freshen up by now, June.”
She chuckled slightly, “That’s why I am here… For us to shower together.”
It was at that point I noticed what she was wearing, and, fuck…
A towel.
A fucking towel.
Tied just above her breasts, barely covering her thighs.
my nerves? Because
Goddess. Did this girl take lessons on how to crawl under my skin and step on every strand of my if so, she was at the top of her fucking class.
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I won’t deny it June had a body most men would kill to have under them.
Long, smooth legs. Perky, full breasts. An ass made to be grabbed.
But here’s the thing
She didn’t move me.
Not one fucking bit..
I lived and breathed for only one woman, and that was Kasmine. The only body I craved, the only skin I wanted against mine, the only taste Ibumed for.
I couldn’t even explain why my obsession ran so deep, Hut was fucking grateful for it.
Without another word, I grabbed the pajamas I had set on the bed and turned, already making for the door. I had more important things to do. Like settling Kasmine in properly, making sure she was wann, tucked in, and wrapped in my arms where she belonged.
But June stepped in my path.
“Kester,” she murmured, tilting her head slightly, her voice dripping with something that made my patience
snap.
She was an inconvenience. A fucking obstacle standing between me and the only person that mattered.
My jaw clenched. My fingers curled around the fabric in my hands.
“What is it, June?” I bit out, my voice colder than ice.
She didn’t move.
Her head tilted slightly, lips curled into something that was meant to be inviting.
But I wasn’t fucking invited.
“I spoke to my father,” she started, her voice too soft and coaxing
I didn’t react. I just stared at her, waiting for her to move the fuck out of my way.
“He’s eager to help you, Kes.” She called that name, and it sounded foreign. It only sounded better when Kasmine called it. “And he said we could discuss it over dinner when we return.”
That made me pause.
My grip on the pajama fabric tightened slightly.
She must have noticed because her lips curved even more, and before I could react, her hand was on my chest.
Her fingers trailed downward, and my skin crawled
That fucking touch. I wanted to rip it off me.
But I held still, barely keeping myself in check because I needed to hear the rest. I needed to know exactly what her father had said and how he planned to help me.
I let her talk.
And I fucking hated that I had to let her talk.
June took my silence as permission to press closer. The scent of her perfume hit me, floral and sweet, so unlike
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the intoxicating wild scent of Kasmine.
“He’s willing to step in for you,” she purred. “But he wants to meet in person. He says it’s best to handle matters. like this with people we trust. People who are… close.”
“We’ll pay him a visit, then,” I managed, and she smiled.
“You know…. I’ve been telling my father a lot of good things about you. He’d be glad to see how happy we are together, Kester,” She whispered, standing a fraction of an ch away from me, her chest brushing the hard ridge of mine.
Her hand moved lower.
Way too low for my liking.
And then she leaned in, “Kiss me. Touch me, Kes… You’ve ever touched me before. I’ll do anything to get you to… “She pleaded, her breath warm against my lips.
Wrong.
Everything about this was fucking wrong. And when her lips brushed against mine, something snapped.
I moved fast–too fast for her to react.
In one swift motion, I slammed her against the wall, my hand wrapping around her throat and pinning her in place.
She gasped with her eyes wide, her fingers clutching at my wrist while her towel slipped slightly as she struggled.
“Don’t,” My voice was a deadly growl, my fingers tightening just enough to make sure she fucking understood. Don’t ever touch me like that again.”
Her nails dug into my skin while her breath came out quick and unsteady. “I–Kester, I was only-”
I leaned in enough for her to feel the full extent of my fury. Do I look like I fucking want this?
Her lips trembled.
I held her there for another second, watching the way her pupils dilated under my glare, the way her body tensed, and her throat bobbing under my grip.
“You ever try this again, you’ll regret every bit of it.” I bit out before harshly letting her go.
She stumbled slightly, hands flying to her neck, her breaths ragged.
I didn’t spare her another glance.
I grabbed my pajamas off the bed and stormed out, slamming the door behind me.
Fuck her.
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