Page 50 of Anti-Hero (Kensingtons: The Next Generation #2)

“ A nything good?” I ask the fridge door.

It shuts a few seconds later, revealing Collins. “Hey. You’re here.”

“I live here, remember?” I tease her as I tug at my tie so I can undo the top button. “We wrapped up earlier than expected.”

I reach past her to reopen the fridge, pulling a bottle of water out. There’s a plate covered with foil sitting on the shelf.

“I made dinner,” Collins says almost shyly. “Those are leftovers if you haven’t eaten.”

I did eat at the office because I’m not used to having food waiting for me, but if she cooked for me, I’ll eat every bite.

“I didn’t know you cooked.”

“Try it before you say that,” Collins cautions.

I smile, watching her play with the sash holding her robe together.

The robe is short, stopping just above her knee. If she’s wearing anything under it, it’s not very long. And I’m having a hard time focusing on anything else.

“Are you naked under that?” I ask, twisting the cap off the water bottle.

“Yes.”

I cough, caught mid-sip, then guzzle some more water to clear my throat. I said it as a joke. I wasn’t expecting her to answer, let alone in the affirmative.

We stare at each other.

Collins hasn’t initiated anything sexual since that night on her parents’ couch. But her gaze drops, very deliberately, and sudden hope flares in my chest.

“Do I have something on my dick?” I ask innocently.

“I can’t tell with your pants on.”

I smirk, abandoning my water bottle on the counter and closing the few feet of distance between us.

Her head tilts back to hold eye contact, lips parting to release the sexiest little whimper when my growing erection presses against her stomach.

She’s naked under this , I think.

She’s naked .

She’s naked .

“Should I take them off, then?” I ask .

“Yes, please,” she whispers.

I raise a hand, rubbing my thumb along the line of her jaw. Her head tilts back even farther, auburn strands brushing against my wrist. The reddish tint to her hair is barely noticeable, unless you’re looking closely.

I’m looking closely.

“So polite,” I muse. “Remember when you used to argue with every single word I said?”

My thigh presses between hers, and her breathing quickens. She reaches for my tie, loosening it enough to tug it over my head before working her way down the buttons of my shirt.

I grunt when her hands find my bare stomach, fingers lingering in the ridges of my abs.

“It’s so unfair that you look like this ,” she bemoans. “So unfair.”

I grin. “ And you’ve stopped shredding my ego for sport? Excellent.”

“ Why are your pants still on?”

“Uh, because I wasn’t planning on fucking you in our kitchen?”

That appears to be her plan though.

Collins rises up on her tiptoes, looping her arms behind my neck and colliding our mouths together impatiently. I groan into her mouth, and she tugs on my bottom lip with her teeth.

I can barely think straight.

I’ve spent the past five months fucking my hand to memories of fucking this girl.

Six years before that, fantasizing about fucking her.

There are too many places I want to touch her.

Too many ways I want to tease her. And all I can focus on is the blinding need blazing through my body in response to the green light she’s giving me.

She gasps for air when my lips leave hers, my tongue swiping a wet path down the side of her neck. Her hands grab my biceps for balance when my hands sneak under her flimsy robe, cupping her ass and tilting her pelvis so it connects more solidly with mine.

“I, uh, I’m more pregnant.”

I have no clue what that means. “Are you actually worried I’m going to knock you up again? I don’t think that’s physically possible, but it sure won’t be for lack of trying.”

Collins rolls her eyes. “I mean … my body’s different. I don’t look like you’re … used to. Like I did last time.”

Realization hits.

“You’re gorgeous, Collins. Always have been. Always will be. I’d think that even if your body wasn’t changing because you’re giving me the best gift anyone could give me.”

She scans my expression, testing my sincerity.

I meant every damn word, which seems to register. I didn’t know it was possible to crave someone this much. I want her just as much as I always have. Maybe even more. There’s something primal about the knowledge that her body looks different because she’s carrying our baby.

“Promise me this won’t mess anything up,” she whispers. “That whatever happens between us won’t affect the baby.”

“I promise.”

“And if you change your mind or want to be with someone else, you’ll tell me.”

I snort. “Not gonna happen.”

“Promise anyway.”

“I promise, Monty.”

She exhales unsteadily, then unzips my pants and reaches into my boxers to tug my erection free.

I grind my molars as her thumb circles the leaky red tip.

If I’d had any idea this might happen, I’d have woken up early enough to take care of business in the shower this morning.

There’s a legitimate concern I might come the second I’m inside of her after months of abstinence.

Collins smiles, seeming to sense the power she has over me. And then she’s pulling at the tie of her robe. The front falls open, still covering her breasts, but not much else. She slips it off her shoulders, letting the fabric puddle at her feet.

I’m used to seeing her in bulky sweaters and oversize shirts. Her bump is a noticeable bulge now, and her tits have doubled in size since I saw them last.

“Told you I look different.”

I hear the vulnerability beneath the bravado, so I press closer so she can feel my hard dick again.

My head dips, and I trace the ridge of her exposed collarbone with my tongue. “Yeah. Sexier,” I say right next to her ear.

She trembles.

My hand slides up the inside of her thigh. She’s fucking soaked, cunt fluttering from the first brush of my fingers.

“My room or yours?” I ask, something I never thought I’d have to ask a woman in my house.

I moved most of my stuff to a guest room upstairs so Collins could have the primary suite closest to the nursery. Although I’m really fucking hoping this development means separate bedrooms won’t be a permanent arrangement.

Collins doesn’t reply. I’m not sure she heard me, honestly, over the moans she’s emitting.

She spins suddenly, gripping the edge of the counter. “Here.”

“Here?”

“Yeah. I’m so—I’m so close. I just need you inside of me. Please . Please, Kit. Please fuck me.”

Her voice is breathy and desperate as she begs me.

She doesn’t need to. Even if her entire family was in the next room, I’m not sure I’d be able to stop this time. I want this just as much as she does.

But I do tease her a little, admiring the view of her bent over the counter with her legs spread. She’s so wet that I can see it. Smell it.

“ Now ,” Collins whimpers. Her ass bumps back against my crotch, shamelessly searching for my cock.

“You weren’t this bossy the last time we hooked up,” I tell her.

“Are you complaining?”

I smirk. “No, ma’am.”

“ Don’t call me ma’am. It makes me feel old.”

“You’re the one who insisted on referring to me as Lili’s little brother.” I grip the base of my dick, rubbing the head against her clit and around the swollen entrance of her pussy.

She moans loudly, arching her back.

“Did last time feel like fucking an overgrown teenager , Collins? Did you have to teach me how to get you off?”

She gasps before spitting out a series of gibberish, most of which is swears.

“Do you want to set another timer?” I tease. “I bet you’ll come faster on my cock than you did on my fingers.”

I indulge an inch, letting the head sink into heaven. Another gasp as her inner muscles contract. Her pussy tightens, trying to draw me deeper.

“You want more?” I ask.

“ Yes .”

“You feel how hard I am for you? How fucking desperate I am to fuck you again?”

“More,” she pleads.

It’s obscene, watching the flared tip disappear inside of her. I’ve never?—

I still.

“Should-should I get a condom?”

Collins glances over her shoulder. “You can’t knock me up twice, Kit.”

I roll my eyes. I might have majored in chemistry, but I have a basic understanding of biology too. “I know that.”

“Then, what? Did you forget how to have sex during your dry spell?”

I swat her ass, admiring the pink that blooms across her pale skin. “No.”

“Then … what’s the problem?”

“I’ve never had sex without a condom before,” I admit.

“Never? Wow. You really wanted to avoid an unplanned pregnancy, huh?”

She’s turned her head so she’s staring at the stove instead of me, and I mentally curse. That’s not what I meant, and I hate it’s the first place her head went.

“There’s a difference between unplanned and unwanted, Monty. I told you, I want this. And pregnancy wasn’t the only reason I always wore protection. I just … I wanted to make sure you were good with it. I’m asking … permission, I guess? It feels presumptuous to fuck you without one.”

She doesn’t reply right away, and I’m worried I completely ruined the mood.

“One must have broken last time. So, technically, you already did.” Her cheeks flush an adorable pink.

“So, you’re good with my cum dripping out of you after?” I ask casually.

Collins sucks in a startled breath, the pink darkening to scarlet.

I’m trying to shock her. This isn’t going to last long. And I want Collins to know, once it’s over, there’s not going to be any sneaking out. That this isn’t happening because I’m horny or because she’s pregnant.

I grip her jaw so I can kiss her, inhaling her little gasp.

My left hand slides into her hair, adjusting her head to the perfect position.

My right hand ends up back between her legs, grinding the heel against her swollen clit.

She’s so wet. I can feel her arousal soaking my fingers, the slickness so erotic that I can hardly think straight.

I kiss a line along her jaw and down the side of her neck. Collins tilts her head back. My tongue swipes across her pulse point, pounding wildly.

“ Please , Kit.” Her voice teeters on the edge of torment.

I suck on her sensitive skin, making her hiss. “Answer my question, Monty.”

“Yes,” she blurts. “I’m good with it.”

I smile. “Good with what?”

“With your cum dripping out of me.”

I raise an eyebrow. Surprised. Impressed. Horny as hell. “Good girl.”

I thrust.

This time, I don’t stop after one inch. I can’t . She’s tight and slippery and hot, clutching my cock like she was meant to take me.

The sensation is indescribable. If I were religious, I’d call the clasp of her pussy heaven, here on earth.

I can hear the slurp of wet friction and slap of our skin together. Feel her muscles tighten and quiver as she takes me over and over again. I clench my ass and tighten my grip on her waist, determined not to come first.

“You feel so good,” she moans. “It’s so good and— oh .”

I pinch her nipple, enjoying the way she arches her back and presses against me, seeking more friction.

“Kit. Please.” She’s unraveling, tatters of lust pulling her voice apart.

“I know. You want to come. You want it so, so badly.” I trail the line of her shoulder with my tongue. She tastes like sweat and sin. “But you need me to get there. Come on my cock, Monty. Let me fill you up and … fuck .”

She’s coming. Squeezing so tight that it’s a struggle for me to continue thrusting.

“Do it,” she gasps. “Fill me.”

I pump into her twice more, then let go.

My hips jerk, and my abs tense, and the pressure explodes.

It rips through me, like a storm devastating everything in its path.

It steals my ability to think, to move, to even breathe.

My dick swells and jerks as I ejaculate, pouring so much cum into her that it starts to spill out in a sticky mess.

I’m breathing harder than I was after my run this morning, the rush of euphoria making my muscles tremble. I have to steady myself with a hand on the counter, right next to Collins’s. And then I decide fuck it and slide closer, squeezing her wrist once.

She lets out a contented hum.

My cock slips out of her reluctantly. I’m still half hard, already aching for a repeat.

I reach for the drawer that holds the clean dish towels, conveniently located right next to her left hip. I pull one out, savoring the sight of my semen on her skin for a few more seconds before gently wiping between her legs.

“You’re really good in bed,” she mumbles, leaning heavily against the counter.

I laugh. “We didn’t make it to a bed, Monty.”

“I just meant—” She blinks a few times, her expression dazed. “I kinda thought last time was a fluke.”

“A fluke?” I smirk.

“The whole bet thing? I was sure I’d win. I don’t usually come that hard. Or … at all.”

“Like I said, you had terrible taste in men.”

She shakes her head. Then bites her lower lip. “That wasn’t how—I didn’t mean to, uh, sort of jump you.”

I grin. “You can jump me anytime you want.”

“I had more of a plan to seduce you. But then you walked in, and I got … distracted.”

“What was your plan?”

“You’re going to laugh.”

“Probably,” I agree. “I’m in a really good mood right now.”

“Do you want your dinner?”

I shake my head. “Don’t try to distract me. I want to hear the plan.”

Collins flushes. “You’d have to sit down for it.”

I arch an eyebrow, even more intrigued.

“Since all the strip clubs in Vegas were closed … I was going to give you a lap dance.” Her gaze drops deliberately. “Let me know when you’ve recovered.”

I grin. My slacks are still unzipped. She can see I’m still hard. Getting harder by the second, since she’s naked and suggesting she rub all over me.

Guess I need to remind Collins she came four times the last night we hooked up.

So, I scoop her up and carry her down the hall to our bedroom.