She groans. “I’m horny as fuck, Payton. Do you have any idea what that’s like?”
A chuckle escapes me because she has no idea how many times I’ve wanted her more than life itself. “Actually, I do.”
With one last attempt to change my mind, Kaitlyn wraps her arms around my neck and presses her breasts against my chest. “You’ll either change your mind or regret telling me no.”
I smirk at her seduction tactic. “Is that a threat, Little Devil?”
She leans forward and tugs on my bottom lip. “It’s a fuckin’ promise.”
It takes every bit of strength I have not to bring her to my bed and devour her pussy like it’s my last meal. But I can’t budge on this. Everything inside me screams it’d be the best time of our lives, but she’d break my heart in the process. She wants me now because of her hormones, not because she’s in love with me.
Instead of continuing, she lets out a frustrated sigh before moving to the tub. I give her my hand as she slides in, the warmth covering her immediately.
With her belly poking out of the water, she dips her head back until her hair gets wet, then sets one foot on the edge of the tub. Her eyes squeeze tight as she lowers her hand between her thighs.
“Fuck,” she hisses. “You have no idea how badly I need to come.”
I’m mesmerized by her as she continues down the slow path to find her release. Soft moans escape her lips, and she gently lifts her chin.
“I wish you were the one touching me,” she nearly begs, picking up her pace. “The way you used to worship my pussy…shit,” she groans out. “No one’s ever done it as good as you, myself included.”
My breathing increases as my cock fights to break through my zipper. “I should go.”
“Watch what you do to me,” she pleads, cupping her swollen breast, then twisting her nipple.
“Fuck,” I whisper, though I hadn’t meant to say it aloud.
“This is your fault,” she murmurs, her movements becoming more intense as the water swashes. Just as I’m about to ask her how so, she continues, “Always touchin’ me. Being so damn gentle and caring. Shit…I’m—” Kaitlyn’s back arches, and her body convulses as she moans out in pleasure. She sucks in air as she continues teasing her clit. Once she shudders from the release, her body goes limp.
I cross my arms over my chest as her eyes flutter open. Her flirtatious gaze meets mine. “Enjoy the show?”
I pop a brow and lick my lips, not giving in to her seduction.
“Ya need anything else?” I ask before setting a big fluffy towel on the counter.
“Just to be fucked hard and ruthlessly.” She flashes a knowing smirk, and I know walking away from her will be the hardest thing I ever do.
“It’s not gonna work, Kate,” I tell her, stepping backward toward the door. “Let me know when you’re ready to get out of the tub, and I’ll come help you.”
She grabs a bar of soap and chunks it at my head, missing me by inches. It hits the bathroom door with a thud and falls to the floor.
“What the hell was that for?” I snap.
“Just makin’ sure you’re paying attention,” she quips with a devious grin.
I grab the bar of soap and take it with me so she can’t black my eye with it when I return.
Needing my own release, I go to my room and strip out of my jeans. Once I lie back on the bed, I roughly grip myself. Then I stroke my cock hard and fast as the image of Kaitlyn touching herself repeats in my head. Her trying to seduce me is something I’ll never forget, even if it was only because she wanted to get laid. As guttural groans escape my throat, I imagine tasting her sweet cunt. When the orgasm rips through me, I picture Kaitlyn on top of me, squeezing her pussy as she milks every drop of come out of me.
“Goddammit,” I whisper, knowing I won’t be able to control my willpower much longer.
The last thing I’ll be able to survive is getting my heart broken by the woman who will always hold it.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
KAITLYN
Christmas with my family is a tradition I live for.