JASMINE
"You what?!" Mila screeches, placing her palms on her belly as if to cover the baby's ears when she whispers, "You told him to watch?! Ew, Jas!"
"Calm down, Mimi. It was hot, kinda. I don't know why, but when he started to jerk off I just..."
"Ah! Lalalalala! Stop talking! I don't want to hear this! My peanut doesn't need to hear this!" She frantically rubs her belly, snatching a peanut butter cup from the couch table as she just looks at me with wide eyes.
I can't help but laugh, shaking my head as I grab one myself and plop it into my mouth. "Don't act so innocent now, Mimi. You got fucked against a door for everyone to hear, too. What did Hayden say? Let's give them a show?"
"Oh my god, why did I even tell you that..." she groans, burying her now tomato-colored face in her hands.
"Because it was hot, that's what you said. And letting that smug asshole watch me get fucked against the wall was hot, too. It was thrilling, somehow." I shrug, bringing the glass of Merlot to my lips as I watch how my best friend tries not to hyperventilate.
"So..." She takes another deep breath, taking a sip of her hot chocolate. "Are you into Kilian? Or into Mitch? Or what exactly is going on?"
Mila doesn't understand the concept of casual sex. And that's fine, it really is. She never judged me for it, she just knows as much as I do that we're different in that aspect, and that's it.
I already noticed how she frantically shot a text to Hayden as soon as I told her about this adventure, probably feeling the need to talk to her husband about this. And I get it, I do. I'm surprised she's as calm as she is right now.
"I'm definitely not into Kilian," I scoff, rolling my eyes at the sole mention of his name. "And Mitch, well, Mitch is hot. And he definitely knew what he was doing, believe me."
My best friend just sighs, rubbing her belly as she munches on another peanut butter cup. "Okay, I have to admit... I'm confused. I don't get it. Why did you want Kilian to watch if you're not into him? You always say you hate the guy, why would you want him to see you naked?"
"Mimi," I laugh, "Do you think I care who sees me naked?"
"Well, no, but I think you care who sees you getting fucked against a wall. I'm pretty sure if it was a random man walking in there, you would not have done that."
I still have to get used to this no-filter version of Mila. Pregnancy seems to have fried her brain. Well, or maybe it was Hayden that screwed her brain out, who knows. All I know is that a year ago you would've had to pay her in peanut butter cups to get her to say the word fuck just once.
"Don't be so surprised, Jas. You're telling me about your weird kinky and scandalous fantasies right now, I should be allowed to say fuck without getting that look from you," she mutters, and I can't help but smile at her openness. She came a long way since we became friends in kindergarten.
"Yeah, okay, sorry." I throw my arm around her shoulder, pulling her in for a quick hug before I lean back on the couch, watching the red wine splash in my glass as I swing it around. Truth is, I don't know what came over me yesterday. All I know is I got so riled up by Kilian's smug behavior that I wanted payback. I could see how aroused he was by seeing Mitch and me in there, and I just knew I wanted him to watch us.
"Well? Why Kilian?" Mimi asks again, and I turn to look at her, those loyal but questioning brown eyes studying me with curiosity.
"I don't know, Mimi. I just know it was hot. Remember, I saw how he fucked the waitress at your wedding. It was payback, somehow..."
"He what?!" Mila gasps, and I realize she probably doesn't even remember that. She was half asleep when it came up afterward. "He fucked the waitress at our wedding? Where?! In our house?!"
"Well, thank you for ruining my wife's memory of our wedding, Jasmine..." Hayden's voice echoes through the living room, and I can't help but laugh as I turn around, only to have that laugh stuck in my throat as soon as I see who's with him.
Kilian stands there, again looking smug as ever as he leans against the doorframe, his arms crossed in front of his chest while he watches Mimi and me.
Fuck. How much of that did they hear?
"What are you doing here already? I thought you'd be late?" Mimi asks, and I watch how Hayden presses a long kiss on her lips, almost as if he hadn't seen her in weeks.
"Yeah, I thought so, too. I wanted to make sure you're okay, though." He looks between Kilian and me, and I instantly see it in his eyes: He knows what's going on, too.
"Okay, well, I think this is my cue. I need to get some work done tomorrow, anyway. I'll call you when I'm home," I mutter before pressing a quick kiss on Mimi's temple.
But she suddenly wiggles out of my grasp, obviously trying to get up. "What are you doing?" I ask.
"Driving you home," she retorts with wide eyes, as if I asked her the stupidest thing ever.
"No, you stay here, you're tired. I'll get a cab."
"I can drive you home," Kilian suddenly says, and all three of us instantly shoot our heads up to look up.
Hayden just raises an eyebrow as he looks between the two of us, shrugging his shoulders as he throws his car keys to Kilian. "One scratch on it and you're dead."
"Can't I drive myself home?" I ask Hayden, absolutely not wanting to share a ride with Kilian right now. I just need to sleep.
"No, you had two glasses of wine. You're not driving anymore!" Mimi exclaims.
"Kilian drank, too, probably."
"I only had one beer." He grins, letting the keyring swing around his fingers as he just looks at me. I see the challenge in his eyes, and I see how much he wants me to make a scene out of this, proving just how much his mere presence affects me.
Well, not with me.
"Okay then. I'll see you soon." I ruffle Hayden's hair before I grab my purse and throw the happy couple another wink.
I don't miss the way Kilian looks at me when I squeeze past him, grabbing my two suitcases from the hallway before I make my way outside.
Just stay calm, Jasmine. Stay calm.
"Let me help you with that," his voice behind me almost makes me jump, but I keep my cool, turning around as I wheel the suitcases to Hayden's fancy car.
"I don't need your help, but thanks for the offer."
He just raises his hands in defense, shaking his head as he opens the trunk. "Suit yourself," he says, waving to the trunk before he steps into the driver's side.
It takes a minute or two until I fit them in there with the large duffel bag, which I assume is Kilian's, but I finally get it done and then slip into the car myself. As soon as I close that damn door behind me I feel the tension surround us, Kilian's eyes on me sending me back to that encounter last night.
The fact that this is a Tesla that doesn't have a roaring engine really doesn't help matters, there's nothing to distract me from the way he looks at me every chance he gets. I get enough of it at one point, and so I just turn around, shifting in my seat so I'm looking straight at him as he drives. It's obvious my change of posture makes him nervous, he only glances over for split seconds when he can, and I almost see his pulse raging on his neck as he parks the car in front of my apartment complex.
"We're here," he says.
"Yeah, I see that."
I'm still staring at him, somehow trying to figure out what kind of game he's playing here. Did he want to drive me home to make me uncomfortable? Did he think I'd feel weird now?
My thoughts get interrupted when he turns to look at me, those brown eyes instantly settling on mine. I see the curiosity in them, see how he's trying to figure me out. But most of all, I see the hunger in them. He wants me. That much is obvious. His gaze flicks to my lips before it settles on my eyes again, and I can't help but smirk at that motion, knowing exactly what he's thinking.
"Do you want to kiss me, Kilian?"
He swallows, and I notice the faint hint of a smile on his lips when he narrows his eyes at me. "There are a lot of things I'd like to do to you, Jasmine."
My heart thunders in my chest, the surrounding atmosphere is suddenly charged with the tension that's rolling off of us in waves. The confined space of this car not giving us much room to breathe.
"Like what?" I ask, still smirking when I see the way his eyes widen at my questions.
"You want to know what I want to do to you?"
"Yeah. Or do you not know what you want, Mr. Rogers?"
His eyes darken at my question, their gaze again settling on my lips as he licks his own. This situation is exhilarating as hell, and I already feel the shiver running down my spine from the way he looks at me, like he's imagining me naked right now.
"I know I want to kiss you." His deep voice instantly sends a shiver down my spine as he turns to look at me properly. "I know I want to rip those leggings off of you, and I want to pull you in my lap while I kiss you again. I want you to grind on me, and I want to slip my fingers into your pussy to feel how wet you are already. Because I want you to be so damn hot for me that you desperately try to get me out of my jeans so I can fuck you right here, right now."
I can't help but swallow from his words, from the way his hungry eyes take me in, about ready to devour me with their intensity. And it seems like he notices, too, his eyes suddenly darkening even more. "The fact that anyone could see us here should only turn you on, right? We both know you like an audience..."
My heart is thundering so violently in my chest by now, I'm sure it's audible for Kilian as well. But the way his chest rises and falls with heavy breaths tells me he's just as aroused as I am from this, and I'm suddenly so hot that I feel like I might explode if I don't do anything against it.
Maybe it's that exact feeling, or maybe it's just curiosity getting the better of me, but I end up leaning forward, my thumb on his chin as I pull him toward me. I feel his thundering pulse against my other hand as it rests against his neck, and I can't help but smile when I whisper, "How would you want to kiss me, Kilian?"
I feel the smirk on his lips, our bodies mere inches apart when he retorts, "Like this."
I'm suddenly pushed back in my seat, Kilian's hand on my neck as he crashes against me. There's nothing gentle about this kiss, his tongue instantly invades my mouth, and he basically devours me as he steals my breath with every stroke of his tongue. I feel lightheaded in a matter of seconds, my fingers digging into his hair before I pull at it, wanting to get some sort of control back.
But he fights back by pressing me deeper into the seat, his chest now pressed against my own as he finds his own grip in my hair, a growl escaping his throat as I roughly bite on his bottom lip. "Jasmine..." His voice is a warning, but I respond by grabbing one of his hands while I slowly push him backward, shoving him against the driver window while I kneel on my seat.
I feel how his breath hitches when I slide his hand into my panties, letting him feel just how wet I am from this encounter. I almost gasp when he hooks his finger inside of me, the pleasure instantly sending a shiver down my spine.
"Is that what you want to feel, Kilian?" I whisper against our kiss, slowly pulling back.
"I told you what I want, Jasmine. What do you want?" His breathing is ragged, and I see the fire in his eyes when I pull back to look at him.
Pulling his fingers out of my panties I bring them to his lips, his wide and hungry eyes not leaving my own as I whisper, "I want you to taste me."
He doesn't even hesitate before he sticks his fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean before he weaves them through my hair again. "You taste delicious."
"Good," I whisper before kissing him again, letting my teeth drag over his bottom lip before I pull back, studying those brown eyes once more. "Remember that taste. You won't have it again."
Those are the last words before I dash out of the car, grabbing my suitcases from the trunk and then rushing up to my apartment, not once looking back at the matte grey Tesla in the street.