K A I

Chapter |7| Chasing Red

K A I ' S P. O. V

She's going to c*m, and I have the privilege of watching her unravel.

"Kai," She moans, head falling back and watch her fiery red strands cascade down her back.

My fingers heighten the intensity, bringing her closer and closer to the inevitable edge. I can feel her tipping over, her warm p***y pulsing around my fingers, ready to let herself finally go.

Normally foreplay is just anticipation for me. It builds my excitement, it brings life to my erection and all I think of is sating my own pleasure.

But this is different, like everything is with Emery.

I don't just want to f**k her for my own selfish purposes. I want to watch her be pleasured, I enjoy the way her thighs quiver, the way she drags her bottom lip between her teeth, the way she gasps for me.

I'm finding pleasure just in watching her. I'm satisfied by her entirely.

I kiss her again, brutal at first but then softening. She clings onto my feverishly, loving the edge of pain and pleasure blurring.

"I can't...I can't..." I would think she's overcome by pleasure, but her eyes well up with tears, and she's stuck within her own mind, drowning in conflict.

My movements slow, but I don't even think she's realised. "Emery," I reach out to touch her cheek, when she shoves me back.

My fingers slip out of her, and she pushes me again, then sprints out of the door. f**k.

I grab her panties and stuff them into my pocket, then chase after her."Emery!" All I can think is that I hurt her.

Emotionally, physically I don't f*****g know, but I need to soothe her, to take her pain and make her f*****g smile again. "Emery!"

She's weirdly fast. I mean seriously, I'm struggling to keep up with her and she's wearing four inch heels. Her flaming red hair whips in the wind acting as my only hope of catching her.

"Excuse me, excuse me," I push past hoards of people but it's difficult when everyone's drunk and knows who you are. "Emery!" I scream again, but it falls short of the blaring techno music, so completely s**t that it makes me want to punch the DJ.

I mean what happened to Drake, Skrillex, hell even Justin Bieber is better than this s**t.

"Em..." She's already out the door, and I'm nowhere near the exit. "Let me past. f*****g move." I shove a group of guys out the way. Probably not the best idea since they're twice my size.

The biggest one grips my shoulder, yanking me back Emery. "Get your hand off me." My anger flared and normally I'm not a guy to lose my temper easily, but the only thing plaguing my mind is that he's keeping me from her.

"Don't f*****g shove us again," He flings me back like I'm nothing and I fall into a waitress, drinks spilling all over me. f*****g asshole.

I help the dazed waitress up and note her name. Audrey. I'll make sure her wage has some extra tips in it.

For now, I focus back on the hulking giant. I can't pull my g*n out. Not with so many people out in the open and clearly this b***h doesn't recognise me, otherwise he wouldn't have been in my way in the first place.

I watch as his friend whispers something into his ear. The hulk screws up his face. "Like I care if he's some rich trust fund brat."

I'm rich, definitely have a trust fund probably thrice the size of anything this guy ever hopes to make and I admit, I can be a brat sometimes but what he doesn't know is that I've killed more men than he's knocked out, that I've lost count of the number of times I've wash blood off my hands and that I've lost far too many people I care about.

So assholes like this, their lives mean very little to me.

I strike the first punch. My fist burns as it contacts with his nose, the brutal crunch causes blood to splatter all over my shirt.

"f**k," He grips his b****y nose, and stumbles back. "You're dead kid."

We both move towards each other, and he narrowly misses my punch, slamming his fist into my cheek. My tongue is singed with a metallic taste and I spit at his shoes.

I'm hit again and again.

Then I ram the asshole back, kneeing him in the gut, before slamming his head back into the wall. He grips my fist, and squeezes it tight, I suppress an anguished groan, whilst his brute strength crushes my hand.

"Excuse me," I tear my gaze off the hulk and onto the f*****g i***t, who's interrupting us.

Fuck. "Do you mind getting your hands off my brother?"

Kieron stands there in all his domineering authority, in a dapper grey suit. He smiled curtly, and gestures my purplish hand now growing weak.

The asshole lets go, but I swing at him again. This time Kieron catches my fist. "Don't," His demanding gaze drills into me, daring me to disobey him.

If I didn't respect my brother, I would have punched the sucker again. Instead, I drop my hands and drift towards the bar. Matt has a scotch and ice wrapped in cloth waiting for me.

"Do you know who I am?" His friends have a right to look nervous. My brother my appear all polite smiles and business, but he's seen so much more darkness than me.

"No. Should I?"

My brother smiles. "Yeah, you really f*****g should." I assume he brushes back his suit to reveal his signature handgun that is always slotted neatly into his waistband, because the hulk looks close to shitting himself.

"I'm sorry. Really I don't want anymore trouble."

"I'm not the one with the bruised hand." It takes all the hulk's power to turn to me and apologise. It's f*****g worth more than slugging him in the face again.

"Sorry." I reply with a smug smile and flip him off.

He tries to charge at me again but this time it's my brother that punches him. Right in the balls. The hulk fall to his knees, hunched over and defeated. His friends don't try anything stupid. In fact, they leave him there.

"Thank bro, but you know I had that...okay." He has me gripped by the jacket and is yanking me out the club. My feet almost dangle in the air with his brute strength.

"Ah fuck." My body hit the pavement, the cold raw night biting chills over my body. I look left and right even though I know she's long gone by now.

I'll text her, call her...but there's not way she'll respond and I don't even know what I f*****g did. f**k, I need my sister.

"What's wrong?" My brother is constantly on edge, and follows my gaze as though the bogey man is gonna jump out and attack me.

He's fiercely protect of me. Maybe even more protective of me than Kiara? I thought it was because Kieron died, part of it probably is, but I know really is because I don't have anyone else but my family.

Kiara has Aaron, and he'll die fighting for her. I have my brother, even though he just flung my a*s to the ground, but he loves me. And he shows it in the form of tough love. I show it through stupid jokes and riling him up even more.

"You're not dad, you know?" I brush myself, wiping the dirt off my a*s.

Kieron simply folds his large arms across each other. At 31, he's still as uptight and strict as ever but he's grown now and in ways looks so much older than his actual age.

This world beats you down, and it's hit my brother more times than I can count. Yet every time he stands back up, and rises stronger than before.

Don't tell him, but he's my role model.

The guy I aspire to become when I finally grow up, but for right now, I love life in neverland.

"I was worried about you. Kiara said you were here. Again. Kai I thought we talked about this." He means the intervention my family cornered me with about my incessant and ceaseless party life. Apparently my parents were hoping it was a phase in my youth.

"I'm a grown a*s man, if I want to f**k pretty girls and drink myself to sleep, I can."

"You're wasting your life. A life not many people get." f**k. That hurt.

He brought up our dead brother. Our brother who lost out on raising his beautiful daughter, now four already.

"That was cheap." I mutter, kicking at the floor.

"I know. I'm sorry." We barely talk about Kalen. It hurts too much, but my mother loves too. His room is still very much preserved as much as it isn't healthy, she's happy with it.

"I was meeting someone. A friend."

"A hookup?" He knows I don't have male friends and I'm straight so the alternative is a girl I'm f*****g.

"No..." I think about Emery's body pulsing as I brought her to c****x. My fingers still sticky with her essence. "I don't know. It's complicated."

His brows rise. "f**k. She must be special."

I don't do complicated. In fact, I do everything to avoid complicated. It's a known fact.

"I think I f****d up."

"Clearly, come on I'm heading back to the house. We can get our sister's view on all this."

"We?"

He flashed me a rare grin. "Oh yeah, I'm invested."

***

"Kiara f*****g say something."

My sister has just spent the last three minutes in solitude digesting the story of mine and Emery's 8 week long budding friendship.

It was frankly terrifying. She just sat there, watching me like the freaky doll Stasia has.

Aaron steps forward, more concern in his eyes than usual and set his hand on her thigh. "Princess are you okay?"

All three of us watch her carefully, then finally she exhales and turns to look at me with pure venom. "I f*****g like that girl Kai, and you screwed it up. She was nice and honest and I was thinking about offering her the new position."

"The on call doctor?" Our last one retired. He was 80 something so it was probably a good idea but the thought of Emery taking over the position...working close with my family, being able to see her almost everyday.

Yeah Kai, you really f****d this up.

"Yes, and now you've scared her off. All because you're an idiot."

"But how? What did I f*****g do wrong?"

"Jesus, the fact you don't know is definitely concerning."

"I doubt your husband does." Aaron glares at the fact I've dragged him into this conversation, but I'm not going down alone.

She turns to her husband. "What did he do wrong, babe?" There's definitely threat in her tone.

"He finger f****d her, after telling her he only wanted to be friends." He smirks, pleased with himself and Kiara kisses him for it. s**t.

"I thought she wanted me to...she didn't say no, it was consensual, otherwise I wouldn't have...I would never..."

"Kai, relax. It was consensual from what I'm hearing. That's the problem. She likes you, really likes you and you held all the power. That's frustrating for some women, because we're reliant on you to make the right choice and not break our hearts."

"I broke her heart?" That hurts. A lot. There's this squeezing sensation in my chest that spreads, wrecking agony.

"You were the one who decided to just be friends. Then you were the one who invited her out, gave her your number, danced with her, flirted, told her exactly how you would f**k her if only you could. You kissed her, you fed into her desires and she was upset at herself for letting you. I think she likes you so much she would rather have you as a friend than nothing."

"I wouldn't f**k and dump her. She's Emery, she's..." Different.

"How would she know that Kai? All you've done is tell her how you can't be with her because you'll have to dump her. That you don't do commitment and you're not even willing to try."

"So what so should I do? Flowers, chocolates..do I tell her I'll try."

"Try what?" f**k. She's like my old third grade teacher that made me explain all my thoughts and feelings out loud.

"I don't know...I guess that I like her and then ask her on a date?"

"Do you want to be with her? Do you crave talking to her when you go sleep and then when you wake up? Does the thoughts of just being with her warm you inside?"

"Yes." So f*****g much it hurts.

My sister smiles and leans into her husband. He brushed his lips across her temple. "Then tell her that Kai because unfortunately those are all signs of falling in love with someone, and you've definitely got it bad."

"I'll visit her at work tomorrow." I know she has a thirty minute break for lunch so I'll try and find her then, and I'll fix all of this.

"Bring her flowers. Yellow tulips are blossoming right now and they're beautiful." My brother chimes in. He's discovered a late passion for floristry which wasn't much of a surprise.

Our hard headed brother has always loved nature.

"Where the f**k do I get..."

"I'll call someone. Don't worry." He pats my shoulder, already pulling out his phone.

Aaron copies Kieron. "And I'll arrange a dinner reservation at Mauro's for Friday at eight."

I sit besides my smiling sister. She rests her head on my shoulder and clasps my hand tight. "I see it Kai. I see you her walking down the aisle to you in white."

I laugh, playfully shoving her off. A date is one thing, marriage... "Don't ahead of yourself, little sis."

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A/N: I'm really curious as to what you guys think about Kieron??

Honestly, I love him and his book is gonna amazing!!