Chapter 12: Chapter 12

KIAN

Damn! I just can't hold myself back anymore. The way she sits there in fucking short shorts and just a top, drawing her nipples underneath is driving my fucking mind. And then that look, the way she looks at me, taking a good look at my tattoos. And then how she reminded me of what she looks like naked was the crown. She's so innocent, but there's something wicked behind this lovely woman. Something I'd love to get to know better...

Her soft moan, falling from her lips as I lower mine onto hers and finally get to taste her again, is so damn hot. Her scent, which fills my nostrils, dulls my senses more than the alcohol I've drunk before. I feel her hands on the back of my neck as I push her onto the sofa and drape over her. Damned! How many times have I imagined that. I bent over her. The only thing missing is that we are both naked and I can immerse myself in her. But I won't go any further, not until she's ready. My tongue makes its way into her mouth, which she opens. Meeting hers makes me feel like a goddamn god. I can't say since when I've enjoyed kissing as much as I do now with her. With my lips on hers my hand wanders to her hip and I push the top up so I can finally touch her soft skin. When I touch her there, she gasps. Her skin feels so amazing. I would like to touch her everywhere and not just with my hands. I want to slide my lips over her body - I want to taste her. All over. Especially there, between her legs. I wonder how wet she is already. Which is why I can't stop myself and gently slide my hand into her shorts and then into her panties. Surprisingly, she doesn't stop me. She moans as I rub her crack and.... Fuck! She's so wet!

"Kian!" she gasps as I start to caress her clit. She tilts her head back, closes her eyes and has her mouth slightly open. God, this sight will be burned into my memory forever. I growl as I notice how she actually spreads her legs further apart for better access. I simulate her middle with my thumb while I penetrate her hot wetness with one finger. Fuck! It feels so good to touch her there. My cock, painfully pressing in my shorts, wants nothing more than to penetrate them. But I hold back. Shit! Her soft moans and the way she moves her hips almost make me come. When I slide another finger into her, hitting a special spot, she can't contain herself. "Oh my god... Kian...", she now moans loudly and arches her back. I realize how close she is to cumming. But I don't want this moment to be over just yet, so I slow down my movements. She looks at me. The desire in her eyes blazes unobtrusively. Seeing her so aroused is better than any joint. I press my lips to hers again, moving my fingers faster inside her. She moans into my mouth, can hardly contain it. Her hands grip my shoulders, almost painfully, but I love it when she loses control. I love watching her eyes roll back as I curl my fingers inside her. I love how she gives herself to me. And then she explodes in my arms. she now moans loudly and arches her back. I realize how close she is to cumming.

I love watching her eyes roll back as I curl my fingers inside her. I love how she gives herself to me. And then she explodes in my arms.

She closes her eyes as I pull my fingers out of her and then gently kiss her forehead. When I notice how even her breathing suddenly becomes, I realize that she has actually fallen asleep. Apparently she fell asleep from the orgasm and the time we have. No wonder it's already four in the morning. The exhaustion is also noticeable in me. I stand up, picking her up in my arms and carrying her to her bed. I tuck her in and brush the tangled hair that has come loose from her braid away from her face. I stand there for a moment and look down at her. Damn, she looks like an angel. She lies in bed with parted lips and a soft, pleasant breath. I run my hands through my hair, wondering what to do. It's damn late and I'm dead tired. The whiskey has also done the rest. So I lie down in the living room on the small couch. I can just about fit on it, but it certainly won't be comfortable. But I don't want to scare Estrela when she wakes up tomorrow and I'm suddenly lying in bed next to her.

***

ESTRELA

Bright sunlight wakes me from my dreamless sleep and I roll onto my back. I look at my alarm clock. It's almost twelve o'clock. Suddenly I'm sitting bolt upright in bed, because the realization of the previous night hits me like a blow. Kian! He kissed me and then gave me a world changing orgasm that I won't soon forget. Because I will stay away from him! His touch, it felt so good. I just couldn't stop him. Maybe it was just because I hadn't had sex for so long that he allowed me to touch him. You'd almost think I was drunk, too, but I was completely sober and he... he was hot, almost naked, and quite aroused.

Since it really is time to get up, I get out of bed and change my shorts for sweatpants and my top for a shirt. Before I go into the living room to see if he's still here, I stop by the bathroom. My reflection in the mirror startles me a little. My braid is only half a braid, my cheeks are a little red and my eyes are really shining. Was it last night's orgasm? I shake my head, wash my teeth and face, and tie a new braid before strolling into the living room. When I see him lying there on my couch, I'm surprised. I really thought he left. I have no idea what time it was exactly when I fell asleep. I take a step towards the couch. It doesn't look really comfortable because it is way too big for my small couch. Also, he's still shirtless and his jogging pants are down so that you can see the waistband of his boxer shorts. His face, on the other hand, isn't as hard when he's asleep and his features appear much more youthful. And his enviable long, black lashes fan out on his cheeks. His dark hair is completely tousled and his lips are slightly parted.

Since he must still need sleep, I don't wake him up and go to the kitchen instead. I'm thinking of making a coffee there. But since the machine is quite noisy, that will surely wake him up and he had a really rough night. He'll probably wake up with a hangover, so I decide to fill a glass with water and another with orange juice and get an aspirin pill from the bathroom. Together I put this on a tablet and then set it down quietly on the coffee table. I'm sure that's the first thing he'll need when he wakes up. I go back to the kitchen and fill two rolls to satisfy my hunger. I put the second, sandwich, on a plate intended for Kian.

After I'm done - unfortunately still without coffee in my stomach - I go to the bathroom and take a shower. Standing under the shower jet, my thoughts wander back to last night. Without being able to prevent it, I feel his fingers on my skin as if he were standing right next to me. God it felt so good. He knows exactly what to do to make my mind go blank. Kian is and will always be my downfall. Even though Summer warned me about him, I can't and won't stay away from him. I know he's not good for me. And while my heart is on the line, it seems like I'm ready to get back in the fire.

KIAN

A curse pulls me out of my sleep and I have to orient myself for a moment, where I am at all. I'm lying on a strange couch, then I realize that I'm at Estrela's house. As I sit up, I notice the tightness of my neck. And the headache from all the whiskey is nothing. Running through my hair, my eyes fall on the coffee table, on which a tablet is served with a glass of water, orange juice and a pill. I take the water and swallow it with the aspirin, even though the headache is the least of the pain. I crack my neck and straighten my back. After that it feels a little better. I only take a small sip of the orange juice, but empty the water instead. My throat is so parched like a desert.

There's another curse, reminding me why I woke up. I pull my phone out of my sweatpants and look at the clock. Just before two o'clock in the afternoon. Then at least I got some sleep. I get up, grab my shirt, which is dry again, and pull it on before I see why she's swearing. I find her in her bedroom with the door open. Since she hasn't noticed me yet, I lean against the door frame, cross my arms over my chest and watch as she walks around her room, seeming to be looking for something. Licking my lips, I examine her. A pair of skinny jeans that show off her ass will flatter her legs. Her reddish-brown hair is loose and falls down her back in soft waves. Her face is unmade up as always, which only makes her more attractive. But she doesn't even need makeup - she's a natural beauty.

When Estrela turns and sees me, her eyes widen a little and her cheeks flush. I wonder why she's embarrassed now, even though I haven't done anything. She's probably uncomfortable that I caught her swearing. Or because I had my fingers inside her yesterday and gave her an orgasm that she won't soon forget. My pants tighten thinking about it. I quickly shake off the memory and ask her what she's looking for. She clears her throat before answering me. "My laptop broke and now I'm looking for the contract. But I just can't find it," she says, visibly frustrated. "I'm lucky to have my files on a hard drive, but if I can't find the contract where the guarantee is, can't get a new one and... shit! I don't have money for a new laptop right now." I see her desperation. "I think I have the contract in Louisiana," she thinks out loud. "I'll have to call my mom and ask her." She doesn't sound just as if she would have a great desire to do so.

"You can have mine if you want, as long as you don't have a new one," I offer her. She looks at me wide-eyed, but then shakes her head.

"Don't you need it yourself?" she asks. Now I'm the one shaking my head.

"I rarely use it, and when I do, it's only to send emails, but I can do that on my phone too," I tell her.

"Really? So, would you really lend me your laptop?"

"Clear." I shrug because it really isn't a big deal to me.

"Okay...thanks. You really save my ass with that." She's blushing again. Apparently she didn't quite think about her words. But I think it's cute, which makes me chuckle.

"No thank you. That's what... friends are for." I wink at her. "Besides, we're even with it. You didn't kick me out yesterday and let me stay at your place," I add. She smiles softly and nods.

"Are you hungry?" she asks me off topic. I laugh and watch her walk past me. I follow her, but I can't take my eyes off her bottom. Damn! "I made you a bun." She hands me a plate with a sandwich. I smirk and sit down at the small dining table while watching her busy in the kitchen. I bite into the bun as she sits down at the table with two cups of coffee and hands me one. "Oh, I'm sorry. Do you even drink coffee?" she asks me sheepishly and I can't help but smile. God, she really is adorable.

"Yes, thank you," I answer her and take the cup from her hand.

"How's your head?" she asks, eyeing me.

"Quite well." She lowers the songs and grips her cup tighter, then looks up again. I look into her eyes too and just can't tear my eyes away. She is incredibly beautiful. I definitely love those moss green eyes and then those lips... Noticing that my attention is on her lips, she licks them. If she doesn't want me to jump across the table and kiss her right now, then she should definitely stop looking at me like that. A bell snaps us both out of our moment. I realize it's my cell phone. Cursing, I take it in my hand. Harrison Clark's name flashes on the display. Bad timing, old man. "Yes?"

"Kian, where are you? I thought you were coming to practice early today?" Fuck, I completely forgot about that.

"I'm on my way!" I lie and hang up. If he only knew I was sitting here with his daughter, he would rip my head off. I get up and take my leather jacket that is hanging on a chair and put it on. "Sorry, I have to go to training." Estrela stands up as well, wrapping her arms around her body as if she were cold. But her flushed cheeks turn that down. "I can give you my laptop at the party."

"Yes, that would be perfect." she smiles at me I meet her eyes for a moment before walking towards her with a fuck, cupping her face and pressing my lips to hers. I hear her startled gasps before she wraps her arms around my neck. I kiss her deeply and deeply so that she feels how much I want her. My tongue enters her sweet mouth. Her low moans and my growl mingle. I slowly pull away from her and look deep into her eyes.

"See you." I turn away from her and sprint to the front door before doing anything rash. My self-control is hanging by a thread right now.

***

I arrive home in the afternoon. The training was very hard today and the neck pain also made itself felt when boxing. Harrison asked me what was wrong with me. He must have noticed that I wasn't really paying attention. And shit, distraction is the last thing I need right now. I still have three weeks to train before I face Kayden. My adrenaline pumped violently in me to polish his face. But that's not the only thing that makes my blood boil. Estrela makes my blood boil as well, but not to boil, but to flow into my cock.

When I get home, someone is already waiting for me there. "What are you doing here?" I ask him not quite as enthusiastically.

"You called me last night in the middle of the night, that's why I'm here."

"Yes, but that was last night."

"Dude, come on. Summer was with me and you..." Jason doesn't continue, bowing his head.

"Funny, you used to not mind coming in the middle of the night." I know it's a bit childish of me and I really don't expect him to come over here every day, but yesterday I could really use a friend. Although if he had come I would definitely have missed something... "You know what? Screw it!" I pat him on the back and assure him everything is cool.

"Why are you so late from practice?" He points to my bag. I approach him with two beer bottles that I get from the fridge and hand him one of them.

"The fight between Kayden and I was pushed back two weeks, which is why I need to train more."

"Why this?" Jason frowns.

"Dunno man. Some dumbass sponsor said he could push the fight.

"A sponsor?" he asks, irritated.

"He probably bribed her with a lot of money or threatened her. Because you can't change a fight that easily," I explain to him and notice how tense everything inside me is. If I knew the name of this damn sponsor, I would have googled it long ago. But he seems to want to make a secret out of himself. I take a long gulp of beer. "Karin was here yesterday...", I begin to start the topic that still worries me a little. Jason makes a face.

"Spare me the details. I don't want to know what positions you fuck her in or where. Surely you fucked her here on the counter." I grin in acknowledgment and Jason rolls his eyes and removes the hands he was propping up there.

"I didn't shag her yesterday and I won't do it again." Jason laughs.

"Yeah, I'm supposed to believe you now?" He shows me the bird while staring at me in disbelief.

"No, really. I wasn't in the mood for a fuck yesterday and of course she didn't believe me. I left her naked on the terrace and got myself a beer. When she came into the kitchen in disbelief, she was serious to me, I wouldn't bang her because I have another woman in my head. I was mad at her and insulted her for only being good for fucking." Jason sucks in his breath at my last sentence.

"Dude, that's a no-go. You can't say that to a woman, no matter what kind of relationship you have."

"I know." And to be honest, I'm not even upset about it. Karin was nice. But I was getting bored.

"And what upset you so much that you threw that at her?" I make a face and tell him the other thing that concerns me much more: Estrela.