Kai’s POV
“Where did you go?”
I suppress my groan as I pocket my keys and put my helmet away. My mother is standing in the doorway connecting the garage to the main house.
“Out,” I say, hoping she’ll take that and leave me alone.
“Are you supposed to be on that thing yet?” ‘That thing’ is my bike. “Didn’t the healer say you should avoid strenuous activity for a few more days?”
“I feel fine,” I tell her. When I get to the door, she doesn’t budge.
“So, where are you coming from?”
“To see Christian.”
“About what?”
“Does it matter?” Do I have to report my every movement to her?
She studies me for a few more seconds. I have no idea what she is trying to figure out. Then, finally, she turns away and unblocks the door.
I’m about to breeze past her and head upstairs when she says, “While you were away, an invitation came in from Silver Creek.”
The sound of that name sends my blood boiling. “What invitation?”
“To Levi’s bonding ceremony. I thought you’d know about it already. Have you met his mate?”
Bonding ceremony. They are having a bonding ceremony already? That means he has already claimed her. Marked her. She has truly chosen him, in every way that matters.
I didn’t get a warning, but I get an invitation to their fucking bonding ceremony. Hurray!
“No,” I reply.
“Almost all of your friends are mated now. When will your fated one come along? She hasn’t, right? Don’t reject her without talking to your father and me.”
Yeah, right. The two of them would know a thing or two about choosing the right mate, wouldn’t they? He, who sits by and watches his mate sleep around, and she, who has no shame or respect for her mate or family.
I go into the living room and she comes after me.
“What about Christian? Has he met anyone yet?”
“I don’t know.”
She picks a card from the coffee table. “Here’s the invitation. The ceremony takes place on Saturday.”
“Whatever,” I say, heading to the wine fridge. “I might not go.”
“What do you mean you might not go? Hey, what are you doing? You should not be drinking!”
“I’ll be upstairs,” I say, ignoring her warning and heading towards the stairs.
“Kai Beaumont!”
She shouts my name a few more times, but she doesn’t come after me, so it’s all good. I’m almost to my door when the one next to it opens and my twin sister, Tay, appears.
“What’s the ruckus about?” Her eyes zero in on the wine bottle in my hand. “Ah. Did Mum tell you about Levi’s bonding ceremony? Who’s the lucky girl?”
“Why don’t you ask him? I thought you had his number.” I know she does because she got it from me.
“He never replies,” she claims.
“I wonder if that has anything to do with the fact that you’ve never texted him,” another voice originates from inside her room, and then one of her friends appears beside her. What was her name? Sierra? Kierra? Nancy? All I know is that I’ve fucked her. “You were too cowardly to make your move, and now he is taken. Suck it up.”
Tay pouts. “Whatever. I’m not his fated one, anyway. We were not meant to be.” She goes back into her room, head thrown back and slippers dragging on the floor.
Sierra or whatever-her-name-is crosses her arms under her chest, and suddenly her breasts look two times larger. “Hi, Kai. It’s been a while.”
“Yeah.” Long enough that I’ve forgotten your name.
Her eyes flicker to my wine, and then back to my face. “Need help with that? I’m game.”
“Sure,” I say, opening my door. “There’s more than enough for two.”
I get into my room and she comes in after me. She closes the door and engages the lock. I don’t think this wine bottle is getting opened any time soon.
I place the bottle on my nightstand and turn around to face her. She approaches, twirling the ends of her long ponytail on her finger. “So, I heard that”
I reach up, grab her ponytail, and jerk. Then I lower my head and kiss her lips. She shuts up instantly and doesn’t protest.
Her lips open beneath mine excitedly, as if she has been waiting a long time for this. That’s the only reason some of my sister’s friends hang around here. They always end up in my room.
Her hand finds its way to my crotch, where she cups my hardening dick. She moans as she rubs me over my jeans.
I let go of her hair and pull back.
“Let me get you ready,” she says, licking her lips. Before I can tell her what to do, she is on her knees and undoing my belt buckle.
I lean back into the nightstand as she lowers my jeans and wraps her hands around my shaft. Then she looks up at me and catches my gaze as she opens her mouth and takes me between her lips.
Her brown eyes remind me of Sara’s. How she would stare at me in defiance, even disgust. And I imagine this is her, on her knees, sucking me. Where she belongs.
I reach down and grab her hair and push her head forward. “Take it all,” I instruct. I pump my hips forward until every inch of my dick is buried in her mouth. She takes it well. Too well.
I push away from the nightstand so that I can move my hips better, pumping my dick in and out of her mouth. Her hands grip the back of my thighs as she lets me take control.
I hit the back of the throat and she makes gagging sounds, so I hold it there.
Look at you, choking on my dick. Still think you are too good for me?
She slaps the back of my thighs, and I pull back. She pushes away too, releasing me from her mouth. “Jeez, you almost choked me.”
“You like it,” I tell her.
“Yeah, but”
“Get up.”
When she gets to her feet, I push her towards the bed. She falls on her ass and crawls backwards, her short skirt leaving her thighs and legs exposed.
I get rid of my shirt. “On your knees.”