Bennett Mafia
Chapter 28 - BENNETT MAFIA

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

It was three in the morning.

I heard a soft knock at my wing door, followed by bad déjà vu. I pulled on a wrap, went to the door, and opened it.

Kai stood on the other side.

No guards. Just him.

The hallway light had been dimmed to a soft glow, and he leaned back against the wall, his hands in his pockets, his head down as he waited. He didn't move, just raised those piercing eyes and asked, "Can I come in?"

My hand tightened on the doorknob. "I thought you'd left already."

"I'm going in an hour." He nodded behind me, his voice almost gentle. "Can I come in?"

Want swept through me, filling me, heating me.

Desire had been present between us for a long time, longer than I'd guess either of us wanted. And it was so strong at this moment, maybe it was because I knew he was leaving again, maybe it was the time of night, maybe it was because my walls were down for whatever reason. I tried to erect them, but I couldn't.

I just wanted him. It filled me so completely that it stopped me from talking for a second.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?"

There it was. I said it out loud.

He expelled a ragged breath. "Maybe not, but I'd like to come in anyway."

God.

An ache throbbed in me, and I fought against actually panting. This was ridiculous, but I eased back and moved into the living room.

I didn't sit. Something told me I should remain standing.

He shut the door behind him with a soft click, but didn't advance. He remained next to the door, his head down, his hands in his pockets, his shoulders hunched forward.

"I'm about to get on a plane-"

A plane?

"—and when I land, I'm going to have to do bad things."

The alarm that had crept up me when he mentioned the plane shifted to a different alarm, a foreboding one. He was warning me.

"I'd imagine. Levi gave up someone the FBI was protecting, right?"

He didn't answer.

My guess was right.

"And if your sister is with him, you'll take them both."

His eyes rose, holding mine.

I felt almost brazen now. "And if your sister isn't with him, you'll still take him. Just him." My mouth parted. My throat constricted.

I was playing a dangerous game, baiting him, but my God, he'd come to me. He brought me here. He'd pulled me into this in the first place.

"And you'll use him to force your sister to come to you. Right?" I didn't wait for his answer. "How?" I bit that word out as a demand, jerking toward him. My hands balled into fists at my legs. "How will you let her know you have him?" He waited for me to finish. His eyes were heated, smoldering. I ignored it. A tingling spread through me, starting at the base of my neck. It intertwined with my dangerous addiction to pushing the envelope, walking the line, seeing how far I could go without toppling over a cliff.

Kai was the cliff.

I just wanted to fall free. Away from him. To him. In his arms. I wanted all of it, and my chest heaved.

I closed in so I was only a foot from him. "It won't matter. None of it. You might find your sister. You might force her into coming back to your fold, but if you threaten the man she loves, you'll have broken her. You'll have broken whatever childlike and pure bond there was between you and her as siblings." I took a step. "She'll never look at you the same way." A second step. My voice lowered, but it held venom. "But maybe you've already done that. Maybe you've already killed whatever allows a little sister to adore her older brother? This is just par for the cour-"

His hand slid around my neck, cupping the back of my head, and I stopped talking.

Every tendon in me stretched tight.

My pulse raced.

My mouth parted again.

The ache inside of me was agonizing.

I wanted him.

I couldn't deny it. I'd stopped lying to myself, but I still felt utter disdain for what he did, for who he had to be.

He pulled me to him, sliding my wrap down to fall on the floor. His eyes bored down into mine, just a few inches separating us, and I could feel how he held me suspended.

I felt his pulse too. It was as fast as mine.

"You may hate me. You may loathe me." His hand slid back from my neck and moved down agonizingly slowly, between my breasts to my stomach.

I gasped, and he slid his hand under my pajama shorts until they rested over my clit. I surged upward at his touch, my head falling back, everything in me starting to tremble.

One of his fingers dipped inside of me. "But you goddamn want me." And with that, a second finger joined his first and he took hold of my tank, his mouth slamming down on mine.

It shouldn't have been like this.

I was writhing.

I shouldn't feel the fire he'd just doused with gasoline ignite inside of me.

When his lips touched mine, flames surged, and I gasped into his mouth. His tongue slid inside. Everything exploded, and I felt his tongue searching for mine as his fingers began to thrust. I was coming undone, and all I wanted was to get closer, my fingers sinking into his chest and arms, then sliding around to his back.

I climbed up on him, and he growled, grabbing my leg and turning to shove me against the wall.

Holy hell.

His mouth took, but it savored and gave at the same time. He commanded me, taking ownership of me, but then he pulled back and softly grazed my lips.

I moaned, following him with my mouth.

I wanted more. I needed more.

"Fuck," he moaned. His hand slid down my neck, pushing my top farther down, and his fingers moved over my breast, cupping me.

This was wrong.

My body didn't care.

I was overheating, and I rested my head against the wall, falling back. I could only gasp for air as he moved down. He kissed under my bottom lip, his mouth tasting my jaw and scorching a path to my throat and down between my breasts until he circled over my nipple. He teased me, brushing his lips over me, then following with a sweep of his tongue.

I took a fistful of his hair and held him to me.

His eyes widened in surprise as he saw the need in me.

Lifting his head, he let me slip down in his arms until we were face to face. He watched me. I watched him. Holding me, he rocked into me over and over, his fingers flexing inside.

I wanted more.

His eyes softened and he slowed down, his lips nipping mine.

I bit back a whimper.

He nipped again, his gaze almost black with desire. But he held back, making me almost blind for him.

"You're killing me." I couldn't hold it in. I bit my lip, closed my eyes, and pushed against his hand.

A third finger joined the others, and I leaned back, my throat exposed to him. I grasped his hand to make him move faster, and he chuckled softly. He thrust into me, stretching me, filling me as his lips found my throat.

I felt fused to him, and I wanted him to keep moving.

He held back a moment before his fingers twitched.

"Ah!" I gasped. "You just want...?" I felt the scrape of his teeth and froze, a bubble of air caught in my throat.

He thrust hard, growling, "You don't know what I want."

"Kai!"

His palm grazed over my clit. He rubbed against it, his fingers finally, finally moving. Sliding out, then pushing in.

His mouth moved back up to take mine again.

I felt enslaved to him.

He continued thrusting, slowly, going deeper and deeper.

A frustrated gasp left me, and I snapped my legs around his waist. I arched my back, grinding on his hand. He held me tight as I began to ride him.

"Please. God!"

His mouth closed over mine before he whispered, "Not. Even. Close."

Then he began to fuck me, his lips drowning out my sounds. I grew frenzied, but still he took his time, coaxing me with kisses, his fingers. His hand tweaked my nipple before he pulled his mouth away. His lips covered me there as he grabbed my waist. His hand slid around as he pressed his groin close. He anchored me against the door and played my goddamn body like an instrument.

He strummed as his fingers pushed in.

He tapped out a beat as he pulled back out.

He kept the perfect pressure on me, and I jerked in his arms, my mouth ripping from his as an onslaught of waves crashed through me. I hurtled over that edge, but he didn't let me slow down. He started right back up, and it wasn't long before a choking scream ripped from my throat as I came a second time.

My body went limp. I was a puddle in his arms. Every bone in me had melted.

He held me up as I collapsed against his shoulder. Moving away from the door, he cradled my ass and the back of my neck. He walked me to my bedroom.

He laid me on the bed and stood over me, gazing down.

I must've looked wanton. My top was still shoved aside, my breast exposed, and my pajama pants had fallen low on my hips. My thong had been pulled over for his entrance.

I didn't cover myself. He took me in, looking from my legs, to my pussy, to my stomach, then up to my breasts and lips before finally meeting my eyes, his jaw clenched. His eyes were stormy, inflamed.

It awoke a calm in me, and I slid sensually over the bed. I had him captive now.

He tracked every move I made.

My gaze went to his pants, to the bulge there, the one I'd felt under me, straining.

I sat up, my strap falling off my shoulder, and moved to the edge of the bed, feeling a new throb in me.

He remained silent, watching me as I grabbed his jeans.

I pulled him forward, my hand resting over him. I looked up, meeting his gaze as I undid the button at the top, then slid down his zipper. I reached in, finding his cock, and I wrapped my fingers around it.

He hissed, his eyelids falling low but still watching me.

I brought him out and moved to take him in my mouth.

"No." He grabbed me, holding me still, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

"I didn't come for that." A bleakness shone in his eyes, before vanishing. "I want you to come with me."

I sat back.

He leaned down, slid a finger up my arm and pulled up my strap until I was covered. He adjusted my pants next, but first he slid his palm down my stomach, under my thong to bring it back in place. He arranged everything until I was covered. Expelling a sharp hiss, he fastened his jeans back up and sat next to me. The side of his leg and arm brushed mine.

Facing forward, his head dipped down. "I came here tonight to ask you to come with me. I don't usually fly with loved ones, and you're included there."

I-what?

"Brooke loves you, and I know Tanner and Jonah are fond of you. No matter the circumstances of you coming here, you are considered a friend of the family."

I felt him watching me, but I focused on my lap.

"That means something to me. If I find Brooke, she won't travel back with me on a plane. I'll have her driven back. It's longer, but..."

He didn't have to say anything.

They'd lost Cord on a plane. He didn't want to risk Brooke.

"I get it."

"But," he said sharply, "it's too long a trip for me. I have to fly, so I'm making an exception. I'd like you to come with me."

"Where are you going?"

"New York."

I frowned. "Levi is being kept in New York?"

"Outside of New York, yes."

"Oh." My frown deepened. I picked at my pants, smoothing out wrinkles that weren't there. My mind raced.

What did this mean? My thoughts swirled.

"I'm sick!" I blurted. "You're going to get sick."

He fought back a smile. "I don't get sick. Ever."

Of course. I snorted. "You're not human."

He waited a beat. "Will you come?"

I wanted to go. That was the truth. But everything within me argued.

My mind: hell no.

My everything else: fuck yes.

I was still tingling from exploding in his arms a moment ago.

I looked up. "And if I wanted to go home?"

"I'll have Tanner ride with you." He didn't hesitate. "You know the truth about Brooke leaving. I'm trusting you with that information. No one knows."

"Not even your brothers?"

He nodded. "No one."

"What agenda do you have? What's your endgame here?"

"No endgame. I'm being selfish; that's all." He tipped my head up, raising my gaze to his. His finger caressed under my chin. "I want you to come with me. That's it." Oh. Well. When he put it like that, I knew my answer.

"No."