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Chapter seventeen

Kai

I’ve cursed myself.

I’ll never find another woman who makes me feel like this. This is it, the best it’s ever gonna be. And even knowing that, knowing I might never experience the high of being with someone like Isabelle ever again, I wouldn’t change a fucking thing about tonight.

Her fingers are grasping my hair so tightly, I expect to have a few bald patches before we’re done.

Her thick thighs are squeezing me like a vice, there’s not a chance I could break free.

Good thing I don’t want to. I’d happily die right here, my tongue diving into her sweet pussy, my hands playing her breasts like they’re my own personal instruments, and her moans the best music I’ve ever heard.

“Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit!” she chants, her body curling upward and around me. “Kai, oh my God.”

I make a rumbling sound, as much of a command for her to let go as I can manage, seeing as there’s not a chance in hell of me stopping right now. I need her to drown me in her release.

And she does. Seconds later, she’s making a keening sound, convulsing around me as she pulses through an intense orgasm. I lick and stroke her through it, pushing her through, wave after wave, until her body finally collapses back onto my bed.

I give her a minute to recover, slowly kissing my way up her body until I’m stretched out beside her, my hand lazily circling her stomach.

“What was that?” she murmurs eventually, turning her head to give me a sleepy smile. “I don’t remember that from before.”

I lean in and kiss her lips. “That was eight years of learning new ways to make a woman come.” I immediately regret my flippant words when her face falls and she turns away from me.

“Ah fuck, Iz. I’m sorry, that was a stupid thing to say.

” I gently place my hand on her cheek and turn her back to look at me.

“Forgive me for being a dumbass. We’ve had eight years apart, I don’t expect you to have been celibate in that time, and I definitely wasn’t.

I won’t lie to you about that. But it wasn’t fair for me to say that.

Especially not now. Not after…” I trail off.

Something flashes over her face before she gives me a small smile. “It’s okay. I have no right to be hurt by the truth. You said it yourself, you’ve been with other people. So have I. It’s fine, really. Let’s move on.”

I stroke her hair back behind her ear, studying her face for any sign of residual pain. “Still, I’m sorry, Iz.”

She shifts onto her side and brings her hand up to my cheek. “Stop apologizing. Please. I don’t want to ruin right now by rehashing the past.”

I nod, turning to kiss her palm. “Can I just say one thing? Then I promise we can go back to orgasms.”

Her lips curve up. “Fine. One thing, then orgasms.”

“I regret cutting you out. Telling you I never wanted to talk to you again. I’ve regretted that every fucking day since I hung up the phone.

I wanted to take it back, but I was a chickenshit kid and couldn’t bring myself to do it.

I told myself it wouldn’t change anything, you were still going to stay in Italy, and I was still stuck in Florida.

But I regretted my words almost immediately.

” I pause and take a breath. Admitting the next part is even harder.

“The day after you broke up with me, I came so fucking close to buying a ticket to Italy. I was determined to show up and beg you to rethink your decision. I was going to lie to my coach about a family emergency and come to you. Only I realized it would be stupid to risk my entire future when you had been the one to end things. Instead, I worked to convince myself it was easier to leave it the way it ended and pretend we never happened. At least, I thought it would be easy.”

“But it wasn’t.”

I shake my head at her whispered words. “Fuck no. Getting over you was the hardest thing I’ve ever done.”

“Oh Kai.” Her voice trembles. “I’m so sorry we hurt each other like that.”

I let her gather me into her arms, and slowly, I feel another broken piece of my heart repair itself. It doesn’t change anything. We still can’t be together. Her life is in Italy, and mine is here.

But right now, in this moment, in my bed, we’re us again. Kai and Isabelle. Best friends, lovers, and two people who see each other more deeply than anyone else. Nothing else matters.

Propping myself on one hand, I rise above her.

“Okay. I said my thing. Now, what was the second part of our plan?” I give her a crooked grin before dropping my head into the crook of her neck and sucking gently on her skin.

“Oh yeah. Orgasms.” I punctuate that with a roll of my hips, letting her feel how much I want her.

“I like part two.” She hums, shifting her legs wide to give me room.

But she deserves to be a queen on her throne, so instead, I flip us over.

It’s awkward and clumsy for a second, but Iz recovers, moving into position, directly over my pelvis.

My cock is sandwiched between us, and she looks down at it in amusement.

“You promise that thing’s gonna feel good for me?” she teases, giving an experimental roll of her hips.

I half growl, half groan, my fingertips digging into her. “Promise on my Randy Johnson rookie card.”

“Really. The Randy Johnson rookie card.” She gives her hips another roll.

“Well, alright then. Let’s see what it can do.

” Her tone is teasing, but not short on desire and anticipation.

She wraps her hand around my dick and slides it up and down a couple of times before I freeze, covering her hand in mine.

“Shit.” I bite out the curse. “Condoms are in the bedside drawer.”

Her eyes widen as she realizes what almost happened.

“Right.” She shifts back on my legs, allowing me to lean over and grab a foil packet from the drawer. I open it and expertly roll it over my piercing. Once it’s in place, I slowly drag my gaze back up to her face.

“You know I’d never do anything that would put you at risk, right? This is just an added precaution because…”

“Because this is just a fling between friends.” She nods. “And flings use condoms. I get it. Thanks for remembering.”

We stare at each other for a beat. That’s not exactly how I would have put it, but yeah, she’s not wrong. We’re having a fling. And it would be stupid not to be safe.

Iz moves back into position, bracing her hands on my waist. This time, I take hold of my cock, holding the condom in place as she lines her hips up.

With my free hand, I rake her hair away from her face and draw her down for a kiss. “Go slow, baby. Feel everything.”

She does just that. Lowering her hot body over me agonizingly slow.

Her low moan as my piercing brushes against her inner walls has me smiling triumphantly. But that smile fades as my dick is enveloped in her tight, wet pussy.

“Ah fuck,” I groan once she’s fully seated. She’s panting, her head falling forward. “Iz. Fuck.”

She doesn’t say anything. Just slowly starts to rock back and forth, rubbing my piercing all over the inside of her pussy.

“Yes, baby. Use it. Use me.” I grunt when she lifts herself up, now staring down at me with pure fire burning in her eyes.

She slams back down and we both cry out.

It’s punishment and pleasure. Pain and perfection.

It’s eight years of missing each other, of regret and acceptance, all rolled into one moment.

It’s fucking everything and I’m overwhelmed. Lost. Drowning in a sea of Isabelle. Fuck. She still owns me, no matter how hard I’ve tried to move on.

I need to regain control before she consumes me.

I lift her off me and flip us over, dragging her body onto her hands and knees. Then I slam back into her, staring down at her ass, her back, her long blonde hair that falls over her face.

This is better. If I can’t see her face, so familiar and so perfect, I can pretend she’s a fling. A friend I fuck. Whatever the hell we are. It’s easier to remember she’s leaving again, and this is just two grown-ass adults having some fun together.

I slam into her again and again, letting her cries of pleasure push everything else out of my head.

And when I feel her body start to pulse, her pussy squeezing my dick tighter and tighter, I let my hand fall to her ass in a light slap. “Give it to me, Iz. All of it. C’mon baby.”

She screams out my name, and I roar hers, as we both fall into a deep, long, intense orgasm.

Giving into the temptation to be with Isabelle again was either the best or worst choice I’ve ever made. I just wish I knew how to tell which it will be.