Bennett Mafia
Chapter 41 - BENNETT MAFIA

CHAPTER

FORTY

"...leave her alone until she wakes up."

"I know. I'm just saying, I should check on her."

"Kai said to leave her alone!"

The other voice sighed. "That's what I just said. I'm going to check on her "

"Kai said "

"I don't care what my brother said!"

The conversation was taking place outside my door, and though it'd been a soft lull at first, now Brooke was almost yelling at whoever she was talking with in the hallway. "Eric-"

Eric. Ah. The security guard she enjoyed flirting with, even though Levi was her heaven on earth. "They're idiots."

I looked over to the window, not alarmed but comforted instead. Kai stood there, his hands in his pockets. He'd been turned to look outside. Hearing them start to bicker again, he raked a hand over his face.

"I apologize for both of them," he said. "If I could fire Brooke, I would."

"You're here."

A brief nod. "They don't know I'm in here, though. They think you're sleeping, and they have strict instructions to leave you alone until I arrive." "You snuck in?"

It was early in the morning, early enough that it was still dark. The slight coloring on his cheeks indicated he'd just gotten in himself.

"I snuck in. Brooke called Eric into her room down the hallway for a second."

"Would you fire Eric?" I pushed myself to a sitting position, scooting back to rest against the headboard.

He came over, keeping his voice quiet as he stood next to me. He reached idly for my hand, caressing my fingers. "Eric was purposefully assigned to Brooke. They dated when they were younger. If anyone will watch over her, Eric will." It felt right to be in here with Kai, him holding my hand, having this intimate moment while they were out there.

And that felt wrong.

I coughed lightly, my fingers squeezing his for a second. "They dated?"

He nodded, almost absentmindedly. "Eric's from an old family. I owed his uncle a favor, more than one, and he called it in. They're no longer active in the mafia lifestyle, but Eric wanted to learn. He might be a security guard now, but he has promise. He'll step in and bring his family back into the fold one day. He's not ready yet, though."

Another thought came to mind. I felt a tug in my gut.

"And if Brooke were dating him again, that'd tie your families together?"

He'd been gazing at our joined hands, but he looked up. The corner of his mouth tugged up too. "No. I'm not like that. Brooke can date who she wants, but she'll have to make a decision to either bring that person fully into the family or keep them out. There'll be no in-between."

There was an ominous note in those words.

I echoed, dully, "You're either in, or you're out."

He nodded. "Something like that." His eyes held mine for a measurable minute before he let go of my hand and moved onto the bed beside me. I started to scoot over, but he clamped a hand on my waist, holding me in place. There wasn't enough room until he lifted my leg to lay it over him.

"Are you feeling better?" he asked.

Gah. I almost didn't hear him.

"Yes." My voice was raspy again. "You? Comfortable there?"

The barest hint of a smile graced his face, and his eyes began to trace down my body. "I am, actually." His hand slid to my stomach, lingered, and began to move down.

My heart picked up. So did my body heat.

I felt a throb beneath his palm, wherever it moved.

He rested it just under my belly button, pausing on the curve. The end of his palm pressed above my clit. He wasn't watching me, only staring at his hand. "On the phone you were asking about yourself, not Brooke." My mouth watered, as if I saw a mirage in the distance during a twenty-mile trek over the Sahara.

"Yes."

His hand moved down another inch. The slightest hint of pleasure coursed through me a shot, a zing, a tingle. He held his hand against my clit.

Not much separated us. A sheet, my underwear, and the softest material I'd ever worn for pants.

The conversation outside the door quieted as everything about Kai took my focus.

The way his finger began rubbing over my tummy in a slow circle.

How if he pushed down, just the slightest bit, I would need to bite down to suppress a groan.

My heartbeat picked up. My breathing grew deeper. And that throb only increased. It had become a yearning, a thirst, and my mouth kept watering.

"If I would let you go, if you wanted that."

Another inch and I felt him right there, right on the throbbing.

I tried not to squirm, but I wanted him in me.

I was damn near panting for it.

"Yes," I whispered, my eyelids growing heavy. I watched him, my chest rising and falling, faster and faster.

He began tugging the sheet away, but kept his hand in place. It bunched around him, as if he were a dam.

"And do you?" he said softly. "Want to be free?"

You're either in or you're out. His words flashed in my head again.

"Brooke left, and you went after her," I pointed out.

His eyes flashed, and his hand pressed against me, grinding over my clit. "She left without being safe. Her boyfriend is an added complication, but if Brooke wanted out, I would let her go, as long as she was safe."

I licked my lips, gasping as he lifted his palm and began to pull the sheet over me. It was a caress, the slow slide of that sheet. The texture teased me.

"So you wouldn't completely let her go?"

"If I knew she was safe, yes."

My mouth fell open. That sheet grazed over me, a whisper in the air, sending pleasure through me.

My mind felt muddied. What were we talking about?

"You're feeling better?"

"What?" The sheet finished its caress, and I arched my back.

His other hand went to my stomach, and he slid it up to the bottom of my breasts. He smoothed over my ribs, then circled one of my breasts. Applying the slightest pressure, he tugged me until I was sitting my forehead close to his, my breast firmly in his hold, and his eyes holding mine captive.

His thumb ran over my nipple.

I groaned, lust flooding me.

His eyes dipped to my mouth. "You are feeling better, right?"

"Uh-huh."

I was feeling better. So much better. Every cell in me was awake and throbbing with need.

I lifted a hand, touching his face and drawing him back to look in my eyes. "The door?"

"Is locked." His eyes darkened, meeting mine.

That was all we needed.

I reached and his mouth met mine.

God. This kiss.

He applied pressure, demanding, commanding, until he pulled away. "Are you sure you feel okay?"

"Yes." I slid my hand down his arm and entwined our fingers before I moved them between us. I put them exactly where I wanted them and reached up to draw him back to me. My hand slid around his shoulders and my fingers sunk in. "I want you."

There were so many reasons I shouldn't, but I was done. At this moment, I only wanted one thing. Him.

Kai stayed with me most of the day, but we didn't talk.

There was an ominous heaviness in the air, as if holding me wasn't enough for him. He took me again, and then again, each time a little harder, a little more desperate, but always making me explode in his arms before he finished himself. As he came, he never looked away. His eyes held mine, memorizing me, burning into me. Something told me to hold my words, to feel, to be present, to be here with him because something was going to happen. Something bad. Something that would take him away. But none of that mattered today. This was him and me.

The loathing and disgust, the feeling of compromise, I set that all aside.

It was as if this day was special, as if it would hold a place in our memories forever.

Around six that night, I sank down on him, my breasts on display for him to feast from, and I let my head fall back. He pushed up into me, and anchoring a hand to his chest, I began to roll back and forth.

I rode him.

His hands grasped my ass, his fingers pushing into my skin enough to leave handprints, and he growled, sitting up underneath me. His mouth latched onto one of my nipples. He sucked, and licked, and tasted, and I kept riding, moving faster and faster.

Reaching around me, he slid a hand up the middle of my back. Goosebumps broke out over my skin just before he wrapped a tendril of my hair around his finger. "Wha-"

He tugged on it, holding my head back.

I kept moving on him, taking him in deep, clenching around him, but I looked to see what he was doing.

His hand tightened even more.

"Kai!" A breathy groan from me.

Another savage growl erupted from him. I felt it all the way in my pussy. Letting go of my hair, his hands went to my hips. He lifted me, setting me on my knees, and moved behind me. Fitting between my legs, he arched me farther up for him and thrust in from behind.

"Kai..." Another groan as the sensations of him moving in me built, heating me. I'd never had this much pleasure, not all at once, not in one day, and I felt like I could scream until I had no more voice. My body tightened. I felt it coming.

He kept stretching me, digging deeper, then pausing, rotating inside, and finally I erupted.

"AGH!" The first waves crashed inside of me, then another, and another round of waves. My body convulsed until I settled back and realized I was still kneeling.

Kai had a firm arm wrapped around my waist, holding me up as he continued to pump inside of me.

He hadn't come yet.

"Kai." I took his hand, lifting it from my waist and pressing a kiss to it. Then I leaned forward, giving him a better angle. "Fuck me."

He gripped my thigh as he began to do as I said.

He fucked me hard.

As he finished, he held still inside me. I felt his body trembling, but he didn't pull out. He kissed my shoulder, running a lazy hand down my back.

"I can't get enough of this." He said it as if he were talking to himself, a quiet murmur. But he held me firm and dropped a second kiss to my forehead before pulling out, and we fell to the bed together.

He wrapped himself around me, his entire body stretching as he yawned against the back of my shoulder. "God, Riley."

I felt his forehead press to the back of my neck. And as before, spoken as if I wasn't supposed to hear him, he murmured, "How am I supposed to let you go?"

I didn't answer him.

I couldn't.

I didn't know myself.