“Keep making those sounds,” he muttered against my mouth. “I missed hearing you.” My legs tightened around his waist automatically while his hand gripped my thigh harder, and my moans mixed with the sound of our skin slapping together.
“Oh my God!” I cried out, and the kitchen suddenly felt too loud. “KO . . .” I whispered urgently, grabbing onto his shoulders. “Dakoda?—”
“He sleep.” He groaned immediately, like he was trying to convince both of us to stay in the moment. He buried his face against my neck and intensified his strokes. “But you gotta hold all that noise down, Bad,” he said roughly, as if he wasn’t just begging me to come undone.
“Please . . .” I whimpered, and he covered my mouth with his, swallowing my moans.
“Mhm.”
“It’s so good!” I could feel the pleasure building fast. My forehead pressed against his while both of us struggled to breathe through his quick thrusts into me.
“I’m cumming!” His hand slid up my back as he pushed deeper into me, and suddenly, I was coming apart against him with his name falling from my lips.
“KO!”
“Damn,” KO cursed softly, gripping my hips tighter while his forehead dropped against my shoulder, and his dick released all over my walls. For a few seconds, neither one of us moved. We just stayed there, breathing hard and trying to come back down from our sex high. My forehead rested against his shoulder while his arms stayed wrapped around me, and for a second, I let myself believe that the after-sex regret wouldn’t hit, and then KO slowly pulled out of me. And I saw reality settle back over the kitchen in real time. I watched as his eyes swept over me, and he immediately pulled his sweats up. His hands swiped over his face, and regret flashed in his eyes so quickly it almost made my chest hurt.
“Fuck,” he muttered, rubbing his hand over the back of his neck. “We can’t do this.”
I nodded. It was the confirmation my heart had already been bracing for. I swallowed hard. “Yeah,” I replied quietly. “I know.”
I slid off the counter slowly and grabbed my pajama pants from the floor. I didn’t even bother putting them back on. Ijust held them against my chest while hurrying off toward my bedroom, feeling stupid as hell for letting myself forget people like me didn’t really get a happily ever after.
The whole apartment felt weird as hell this morning. Lyrius and I were both trying hard as fuck to move around each other and ignore the fact that, less than twelve hours ago, I’d abandoned my damn common sense and had all ten inches of my dick buried deep in her damn guts. Now, every time we walked into the same room, she barely even looked directly at me. She still made me coffee this morning, though, and slid a plate of pancakes in front of me at breakfast. And honestly, all of this shit was fucking with my head. Last night should’ve never happened. My dick shouldn’t even work for her ass anymore, but it did. The second I kissed her, all the hate I had for her got blurry as hell.
“Daddy, can Ali come too?” Dakoda’s voice cut through my thoughts before I could go any further. I looked up to findlittle man bouncing all over the apartment while Lyrius tried to button the matching polo shirt I’d bought him for the aquarium social his school was putting on before the first day of kindergarten.
“Absolutely not!” Lyrius responded before I did. “You can stand still, though,” she said, laughing as she tried to catch him. “Why are you moving so much?”
“’Cause I’m excited!”
“You gon’ wrinkle your clothes before we even leave.”
“Daddy said me and him match.” Dakoda pointed at me immediately.
“We do match,” I confirmed from the couch, smoothing down my own shirt. I didn’t usually do matching outfits, but when I saw the little display at the store the other day, I couldn’t help myself. Lyrius had even found a blue dress to match us. We looked like the perfect little family.
“Okay, we ready?” Lyrius asked, grabbing her purse.
“Ready!” Dakoda snatched his little dinosaur backpack off the couch as I opened the apartment door and froze, surprised to see Cherry standing there mid-knock, wearing some expensive-looking-ass cream pantsuit.What the hell is my publicist doing here?
“Cherry?” I frowned. “What are you doing?”
“My top client disappears for a week . . .” Her eyes moved past me immediately to Dakoda and Lyrius. They lingered on Lyrius for a moment and then slowly bounced up to me. “Figured I should make a personal appearance.”
“How’d you get this address?”
“You’ve been spending money over here.”
“Excuse me?” My jaw tightened.
“Rent, the electric bill, internet, groceries.” She shrugged. “When somebody suddenly starts moving money around, I notice.”
I stared at her. Yeah, Cherry had access to my accounts, but paying attention to where I was spending money and popping up at my son’s address felt like a boundary crossed, and I knew she knew that. Shit, I had been moving money all over the place lately. I’d been paying out insurance deductibles and repairs at the training facility. Most of my transactions looked hurricane related, which meant in order to track me down, she had to be looking.
“We were actually heading out—” Lyrius looked between both of us carefully.
“This’ll only take a few minutes,” I cut in, then stepped aside to let Cherry come in. “Come on in, Cherry. What’s up?” I shut the door behind her.