CHAPTER 42

YOU KNOW THE BEST PART OF BEING DEAD?

EMORY

"What are you doing?" I ask as Kayden rushes around the car from the driver's side to my door.

"Picking up right where we left off. That means your legs around my waist and my hands on your ass as I carry you into the building. It's a private entrance. No one will see."

I slap at his hand, but it's no use. He scoops me out of the seat like he's lifting a kitten. "You think that's the problem I have with this? I don't care that it's a private entrance."

"Oh. In that case." He blows right past the door leading to the private penthouse elevator and goes into the main lobby of the building. Every single person inside looks as we enter. "Don't mind us," Kayden announces, because we apparently need even more attention. "I'm just taking my girlfriend—my very funny, smart, sexy girlfriend home. Whatever you do, don't look at her or she might get embarrassed."

"You are dead to me."

He brushes his lips along the line of my jaw. "You know the best part of being dead?"

"Don't say it."

"Being stiff. "

I groan. "And you said it anyway. But I'm pretty sure you don't need any help in that department right now." I make sure my grip is tight around his neck and then grind myself against him. His hands loosen on my ass for a split second, and his steps falter.

"Are you trying to make me drop you?"

"I trust that you won't break me, remember? That includes physical breakage too."

He groans as he swipes his keycard, and we finally go to the private elevator.

"That was pointless. You literally took a lap around the lobby just to embarrass me."

He pins me against the wall of the elevator, holding me in place with his body, so his hands are free to roam well past my ass. They glide along the sides of my hips. Up past my waist to my breasts, where he cups them through the fabric of the dress. "Not to embarrass you." His lips find the crook of my neck, and he alternates a kiss and a bite. Another kiss, another bite. The contrast of the soft gentle touch with the sharp sting makes every nerve in my body tingle, and I press my core tight to him. "A victory lap. To show you off." His lips work their way up to my ear. His teeth tug my earlobe just as the elevator doors open. But we stand still. "Next time I show you off, you'll be wearing my jersey."

"Is that what you think?"

"I know. Because you want the world to see that you belong to me."

I roll my head back and expose even more of myself to him. "There's only one thing I want right now, and I'm not getting it while we're on this elevator."

"Say it, Nyx. Be a good girl, and tell me that you're mine."

I grind against him, sure that I can orgasm just from the friction. "You know what that does to me."

"Say it, and I promise so much more."

As he finally walks us off the elevator, I slide a hand from his neck down to his dick, cupping him through his pants. "What if I'm a bad girl and don't say it? What are you going to do to me then?"

His head rolls back as I squeeze. It takes several shallow breaths before he can speak. "Take you to the guest room. Drop you down on that bed and walk away."

"Mm-hmm." I keep one hand wrapped around his dick while I tug up on his shirt with the other, pulling it free from his pants."You'd just leave me in my bedroom and walk away? I don't believe you."

"Not your bedroom." he's as breathless as a runner at the end of a race. "That's down the hall. With me."

He walks us into a dark room, bending over until I feel a mattress under my bottom. Without my arms around his neck, I'm not able to cling to him as he peels my legs from his waist. "This is the guest bed. You've just been temporarily using it. Come to our bedroom when you're ready."

He closes the door behind him without even turning on a light for me, but I stay right here. I felt how eager he is for this. There's no way he won't come crawling to me.

But he doesn't, and after just a couple of minutes, I can't take it anymore. I slip out of my shoes and march barefoot down the hall.

He's lying fully dressed on the bed— our bed—head propped on an elbow and his eyes on the door. "Hmm, I expected you to hold out longer." He tries to act indifferent, but the growing bulge in the front of his pants gives him away. "Say it, Nyx. You know you want to."

When I get to the bed, he holds a hand out for me, guiding me. I lie in front of him, just inches away, and move his hand to my breast. He swipes his thumb over my nipple, and a shiver rolls through me. But that's not the reason my heart races.

I've never imagined saying it to anyone. Never imagined wanting to. But I do. I want the universe to know how I feel about this man. "I'm yours, Kayden."

He presses a kiss to my forehead, straddling me while he rolls me onto my back. "That's my girl. And I'm yours, Nyx." We're both fully clothed, but I can still feel the heat he has for me .

I press my palms flat against his chest and look up into the swimming depth of his blue eyes. "I suppose you want me to call you my good boy now?" I tease.

He shakes his head. "I want you to take your reward."

"And what's that?"

"Undress me and find out."

He backs off the bed, and I follow on my hands and knees like there's an invisible string connecting us. He stands, thighs pressed into the edge of the bed, while I pull his half untucked shirt completely free of his pants and go to work on the buttons. Starting at the bottom, moving one by one.

But Kayden brushes my hands aside and rips the shirt open. Sending buttons pinging around the room. "Oops."

I slide my hands along his hairless stomach, along the deep cuts of his abs and up to his pecs. He flexes each muscle group under my touch, almost creating a wave with my hand riding the crest. "You're showing off."

"You don't like it?"

I answer by pressing a kiss just above his navel and licking up to his nipple. I pull it into my mouth and release it with a pop, and he sways backward.

"Noted," he pants. "Definitely doing that for you again."

I brush my lips against his nipple but then let my attention fall lower. To what I really want.

I have his belt whipped free of its loops and his pants unfastened in no time, but I pause and look up at him before going any further. When he nods, goosebumps spread across my shoulders. I slide his pants down his legs, chuckling as I see his underwear. Turquoise boxer briefs. "You matched my bridesmaid dress?"

He lifts my hands to the waistband of the underwear, and I hook my fingers under it. "If this was going to be our last day, I wanted to have you close to me the whole time."

I leave one hand on his waistband, but I use the other to trace along the outline of his dick. It stirs under my touch, and it's all I can do to not rip the underwear off of him. "Does that mean you don't want me to take them off?"

He puts his hands on my shoulders and lowers me to the bed. I hold myself up just far enough to watch as he yanks the boxer briefs down his legs. Finally freed, his dick springs up as if it's saying hi to me, and I wave right back.

"What are you doing?"

"Waving at your dick," I say, like it's obvious.

"And why are you waving at my dick? You know what, never mind."

He crawls across the bed until he's directly above me, and the ache that's been slowly building between my legs becomes a full throb now.

"Put your hands around my neck," he says. I stare up at him, but don't move. "Just do it."

I throw my arms around his neck, and he leans back, lifting me so he can reach behind me. The zipper purrs as he unzips it. Then he glides his fingers up and down my exposed back.

"You don't know how badly I wanted to bend you over that railing tonight, but I made myself wait. If I have to wait much longer, though, I'm going to come all over this pretty dress."

I lift my hips off the mattress so he can pull the dress free. As it swishes to the floor beside me, Kayden pulls in a breath. "Emory…" He draws a finger over the front of my panties. Black panties with his number 13 printed in yellow on the front. One last reminder of him on the day I thought would be our last. "I almost don't want to take them off you."

He traces his number one more time before snaking his finger lower between my legs. I moan as it skates across my clit. The simple touch feels like a jolt of electricity at the center of my thighs.

"You'd better fucking take them off," I hiss at him. He's not the only one who's close.

He pushes his finger just a little harder into me, but it's enough to make my head roll back into the mattress .

"You want this?"

I nod.

"Be a good girl and use your words. Tell me what you want, Emory." He moves over me, finger still pressed against me, until I can feel his breath on my ear. "What do you want me to do you?"

I squeeze my eyes shut and focus on my breathing, but he starts slowly circling his finger around and around. Every time I think I have enough breath to tell him, he goes again. Applying just a little more pressure. It's maddening.

"Fuck!" I try to scream, but it comes out as barely more than a breath.

"Oh, you want me to fuck you? You should have said something earlier."

He finally pulls my panties below my knees, and I kick them off the rest of the way, opening myself for him.

"I love this pussy. This is art." He lowers himself so his mouth is between my legs. Then he licks up my folds. Slowly. When his tongue gets to my clit, he circles it. But only once. "This is a museum-worthy pussy. A pulchritudinous pussy."

I force my head up just enough to look at him. "Are you seriously trying to impress my pussy with your vocabulary?"

His breath tickles my clit as he chuckles, and my body tenses all over again. "I love you, Nyx. I'm never going to be able to say that enough."

Warmth floods through my body. I want to tell him I feel the same way, but he doesn't give me a chance. His tongue flicks up my folds again and then to my clit. Again and again, until I'm so close to the edge that it's a wonder I'm not tumbling over.

"Not yet," he whispers against me and leans back. I want to dig my nails into him and force him back between my legs, but I'm not sure I can move right now.

He pulls a bottle of lube from the nightstand and looks down at me. "I had my mid-season physical last week. They always test us. I'm clear. "

"I am too."

He quirks an eyebrow, and I nod. A smile peeks through on his face, and I feel its mirror on my own.

"You don't know how much I've wanted to feel myself inside you with nothing between us." He pops the top on the lube, but I hold out my hand to stop him.

"Let me."

I sit up, holding my hand flat as he pours the slippery liquid onto my palm. I rub my hands together, warming the lube until it's the same temperature as my body, which right now is hot enough to melt whatever ice is left at the North Pole. But I don't rub the lube onto his dick right away. Instead, I kiss its tip. When I flick my gaze up, I see Kayden's eyes rolling back. So I kiss it again, then run my tongue around its swollen ledge.

"What are you doing?" his voice is breathy now, and it's all the motivation I need. I wrap my lips around the head of his dick and suck in. "Emory…"

I take more of him in my mouth. "Hmm?" He tenses as the sound vibrates into him, and I pull back to give me just enough room to work, sweeping my tongue in a counterclockwise circle around him.

He buries his fingers in my hair and pulls tight. "Oh my god, Nyx." He struggles to catch his breath.

I let his dick slide out of my mouth with a loud pop. "Don't like it?" I tease.

"I'm about two seconds from erupting, and I really want to be buried in you when that happens. If that's what you want too."

I do. More than almost anything right now. So I wrap my hands around his dick and slide them up and down his length, coating him in the lube. When I finish, I lower myself back onto the mattress, smiling up as he slides his cock along my entrance. "I love you too."

"I know." He presses into me.

He moves slowly at first, like he's scared of going too far or too fast, so I rock my hips, moving him deeper. It's not long before the curve of his cock hits that spot inside me, and I'm instantly back on that edge.

"It feels so good being inside you like this, Nyx." He slips a hand between us and presses his thumb against my clit. Circling as he thrusts inside me.

But I push his hand away.

He freezes. His dick still in me, stretching me. "You want me to stop?"

"Fuck no," I gasp. If I had my way, we would stay like this forever. "Nothing extra. Just vaginally. I've never come that way before."

He kisses the side of my jaw. "Are you sure?"

I hook my legs around him and nod. Despite what so many of them thought, no man has ever come close to giving me a vaginal orgasm. Even when I'm masturbating, I've only ever been able to come vaginally from one vibrating dildo that must have been crafted using the ancient magics, but its battery-powered soul left this world last year.

Kayden stares at me for a second and then nods, like he's just accepted a challenge. I have to hold in my laugh.

But even that internal laughter lasts exactly half a second. He pulls my hips up just a little further and then rotates his own until he finds that spot again. The look on my face gives it away, and a smile cuts his mouth.

Then he thrusts into me. Fast. The same motion each time. Hitting that spot over and over.

It's not long before a pressure forms in me. Just a few more thrusts, and it spreads until it starts to overwhelm me. But he keeps driving in, adding more urgency.

I try to keep my eyes open. I want to watch his face as he comes inside me, but I can't. I close my eyes. Or my vision goes black. I'm not sure which. I just know I can't see a thing except white dots building and dividing. Forming and bursting and dissolving as he slips into me .

His breaths are shallow now, matching time with the slippery sound of him pressing into me.

"That's my girl," he gulps for air between each word.

"I…" Before I can warn him that I'm about to come, the pressure inside me explodes, and I can't speak another word. A thousand new white dots are born and they each give birth to a thousand more.

Every muscle in my body pulls tight at the same time. It feels so strong that it could wrench my bones out of place.

This is unlike any orgasm I've ever had. There's normally a symmetry to them. They peak and then fade. But not this one. Somehow, he's holding me right there. On the border.

He's still fucking me, but he's added his thumb on my clit now, and it's not long before he pushes me over that edge again. Shortly after that, I feel his body tense, and he groans through clenched teeth. I lean up and kiss along his neck. A kiss and then a bite, just like he did to me on the elevator.

His body goes rigid, and he pumps with a renewed intensity before he collapses on top of me, his dick still inside.

"I wanted to make you come one more time before I gave in." He sounds disappointed.

I brush my lips across his. "You have all night to make me come." My voice is raspy. I try clearing my throat, but it doesn't help.

He brushes the hair from my damp forehead and looks down at me. The pride in his eyes is obvious. "My girl screamed herself hoarse for me."

I chuckle. "I did not." I cough more forcefully this time, but all it does is make my throat even more tender.

"You did, and it was glorious. Knowing I fucked the voice from your body is the only thing that's going to get me through this trip to Detroit."

I try to tell him to shut up, but when nothing comes out, he just laughs.