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KAI

O ur cart’s filled to the brim with stuff, most of it for my meal prepping, but Isla didn’t shy away from tossing in things she wanted.

It could have also been that she would pick something up, look at it, and put it back, and then I would toss it in the cart.

But she got the idea of how it was going to go and just started putting things in herself.

Now with the SUV getting pretty packed, we’ve got the regular grocery store, then home to veg out for the rest of the day.

I think a takeout night is in order after all this shopping.

Don’t judge me. You know you do it too.

All I want now is to finish up this outing, get home, strip my sister and me down to nothing, fuck her in the kitchen, eat something, fuck her on the couch and then maybe watch a movie before we eat dinner and go to sleep. Sounds like the perfect way to spend the day.

I’m over here telling her to be patient while I’m plotting all the ways I’m going to fuck her around the apartment.

I never said I wasn’t a hypocrite.

We pull up to the grocery store that’s ten minutes from the apartment and when we get out and grab a cart, I pull Isla to me and whisper in her ear. “Let’s make this quick, Princess. It’s two twenty, and I’d very much like to have you bent over the island taking every inch of me by three o’clock.”

“Say less.” She grabs the cart from me and takes off, hitting the outskirts of the store first. I’ve never seen her move so fast in my life. Isla tosses in a couple of containers of almond milk yogurt, grabs her oat milk creamer and cold foam and other things.

They definitely didn’t have some of this at Costco.

When Mom and I moved in with Gene and Isla, I learned she has a dairy allergy amongst a variety of other serious allergies, mostly dealing with medications, but quite a few of them are food related.

Her dad said we didn’t have to restrict what we ate but just be careful with labeling food and keeping it separate.

So naturally, I cut out all her allergies from my diet and even after I moved out, I stuck to it. I was her safe person. I always have been and always will be. “Do you have hypoallergenic laundry soap?” She hauls ass through the deli, avoiding the display case like it’s the plague.

“Yeah, of course I do, baby. I wouldn’t have had you in my bed, wearing my clothes, if I didn’t.” I grab hold of the cart, stopping her.

“Hey!” Facing me, she sees the look on my face and pauses.

“Nothing has changed since we were kids. Our home is allergen-free. I’m allergen-free, Princess.” I step behind her and box her in with my hands now on the cart. “Clock’s ticking, Isla. I might just have to fuck this pretty pussy in the backseat again if we don’t make it home in time.”

“You say that like you’d be against it.” Stepping up on the undercarriage, she presses her back into my chest and lets me steer the cart.

“I mean, I’d rather have you in our apartment.” I kiss her neck. “Where we don’t risk you screaming my name and people thinking I’m hurting you.” Kiss. “How awkward would that be?”

“Speaking of screaming during sex,” Isla whispers. “How close do your teammates live to us in the building?”

“Why? Worried they might hear you beg for my cock?” I push into her a little and she giggles. “I’m pretty sure the guys from the other night didn’t care, and they saw pretty much everything there is to see.”

Not that I’d be down with the whole team watching me fuck her. Or even them hearing her. I trust Gael, Jackson, and Andres. We’ve been really tight since training camp and Gael and I went to school together at SJSU.

“You don’t have to worry. It’s just Gael on our floor. Jackson and Andres live on five and a few other players live on eight and two. Most of the team lives in a more expensive building or they have houses because they have families.”

“Is that what your goal is?” she asks as I round the corner to head towards the checkout. “To be in a house with a family.”

I stop the cart, and she hops down and starts putting everything on the conveyor belt.

Is that really my goal? To be married and living in a house with a bunch of kids?

Honestly, I never thought about the logistics because all I wanted was Isla, and as far as I knew, she wasn’t going to let us happen.

And baseball, of course, I knew I wanted that.

My dream of playing pro ball came true and now it looks like getting her is too.

So I think it’s safe to say that, yes, being married to her and having children with her is my goal in life.

Now whether we’re in a house or an apartment makes no difference to me.

“What do you want, Princess?” The cashier scans all the items and Isla bags them while I pay for everything. “Do you want kids?” I thank the cashier and push the cart towards the doors and out to the car.

We stop at the back and Isla stares at me. “Yeah. I want kids, Kai. Marriage scares me a little bit because of what happened to my parents, but your mom and my dad make me think it can still work out.”

She hands me bags and once we’re loaded up, I put the cart in the return next to us and run to beat her to her door, opening it for her.

Once I’m in the car and I turn on the car, I look over at her.

“Before my dad died, he wrote me a bunch of letters. You know, life lesson-type things, and on my birthday this year, his letter was about being a good husband when the time came.”

Isla reaches for my hand and I lace my fingers with hers. “I knew when I first saw you I wanted to marry you. That if I was going to have kids, you would be their mother.”

“You couldn’t have known that, Kai. We were only fourteen.”

“Trust me, I fucking knew.” I laugh. “Anyway, his letter said when I find the right one, I’ll just know.

That no matter what, whatever they want, I’m going to end up wanting to.

All this time, I’ve just been living the one dream I had, playing baseball, waiting for you to come and help me with the rest. You’re my other half, Isla, and I’m ready to start the rest of our life together. ”

Isla sits there with her lips parted but says nothing.

I huff a laugh and buckle up, pulling out of the parking spot and heading home.

Her silence is a little unnerving, so much so that my head plays through scenarios of her leaving because I’ve scared her off.

My fingers strum on the steering wheel to the beat of the music.

I make the left turn and then the right into the parking garage.

I pull the SUV into my spot next to my motorcycle and cut the engine.

“Please say something, Isla. You being so quiet is kind of freaking me out right now.” Looking straight ahead, I swallow hard and take a deep breath. “Are you gonna run?”

“What?” She grabs my arm and turns me to face her. “No, Kai. I’ve been trying to come up with a way to break it to my dad that you’re gonna be his son-in-law and stepson.”

“So… You want to get married then?” I kiss her hand and look at her left ring finger. “Do you want an engagement ring? Or do you wanna skip straight to the wedding band?”

“Can I have both?”

“Princess, you can have whatever you want. I know I was just going to have mine tattooed on, so even when I take the physical one off to play, I’ll still have one on.” I hold up my left hand and wiggle my fingers. “Just another tattoo dedicated to you.”

We get out of the car and start grabbing bags out of the back and head towards the elevator.

“Wait,” she says as the doors close and the lift starts upwards. “Another tattoo? You have tattoos for me.”

“Yep.” I pop the p and smirk, staring at the doors. “I’ll show them to you later.” Turning to give her a playful wink.

Once inside the apartment, I put the mountain of bags I carried in on the counter. “You put stuff away and I’ll grab the stuff and bring it up.”

“You sure you don’t want me to help?” She follows me to the door, leaning against the frame.

“Nah. I’d rather you start on this… naked, preferably… That way, when it’s done, I can have my way with you, wife-to-be.” I kiss the tip of her nose and head toward the elevator and step inside, waving as the doors close.

After two trips to the car, I finally have everything. The elevator dings and the doors slide open. I step into the hallway and see that our door is no longer propped open. Oh… hopefully a naughty little sister is waiting for me, naked. I turn the knob and drop the last bag to the floor.

Isla isn’t completely naked.

Honestly, this might be even better.

Isla’s bent over the edge of the counter. No panties, but wearing my Coyotes jersey, unbuttoned and sans bra.

Pull yourself together, Kai. Wipe the drool from your face.

“Whatcha doin’, Princess?” Crossing the space between us and moving behind her. I grab the hem of my tank top and pull it over my head, tossing it on the island in front of her.

“I know you said you wanted me naked, but—” She leans forward and the jersey rides up, putting her bare ass on display. “Since I’m guessing you’ve never gotten to experience fucking a girl while she wears your name across her back, I figured why not check that off the list?”

She’s not wrong. Nobody has ever worn my jersey while I fucked them. I’ve reserved that honor for her and only her.

And now it’s happening.

My hand caresses the soft skin of her ass cheek before giving it a firm smack.

Isla lets out a sultry moan as I pull her hair away from the embroidered “Vaughn” across her shoulders and groan.

My free hand goes to the waistband of my shorts and tugs them down.

“Vaughn looks good on you, baby.” I notch the head of my cock at her entrance and push in a little.

“Yeah, you like it?” Isla moans again as I thrust in the rest of the way, jutting her forward. “You wanna look up in the stands and see me wearing your name?”

“Fuck,” I grunt, my hips smacking against her ass.

She raises up on her toes to give me the perfect angle to hit her G-spot.

Wrapping her hair around my fist from the base and tugging backwards, I force her to look at me.

“I want to look in the stands and see you with our name on your back, knowing that you’re mine.

You’re gonna be standing there with my baby in your belly, Isla. ”

“Yes.” She holds onto the counter for dear life as I pound into her. I grab hold of her thigh, spreading her leg wider and getting the perfect view of my cock sliding in and out of her.

“I know you want it, Isla. You want to be the mother of my babies, my wife. And since I’m such.” Thrust “A.” Thrust. “Good.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Brother.” Thrust. “I’m gonna give you what you want.”