Chapter 48: Flock...
Kaine stirred with a faint groan, the kind born from both exhaustion and satisfaction. The sheets were tangled around his legs, his body warm with the aftermath of the night before. The dim silver of early dawn bled through the blinds, painting soft shadows across the room. He blinked slowly, disoriented for a moment, then remembered.
Rebecca.
She was curled beside him—naked, hair messy, one arm beneath the pillow, the other resting across his stomach. The scent of sex clung to the room, rich with sweat and vanilla. Her skin, a warm golden brown, seemed to drink in the low light. Even after hours of sleep, he could still see faint love bites blooming on her neck and collarbone.
He wasn’t sure how many times they’d gone at it before finally crashing into unconsciousness. Three? Four?
His body ached in the good way. Well-used. Well-spent.
But then she moved.
A light shift. Barely a breath. Her fingers slipped beneath the covers again, trailing down his stomach like they had muscle memory of their own. Then lower—wrapping around him, already semi-hard from the mere presence of her.
Kaine let out a breath. "Already?"
Rebecca didn’t answer.
Instead, she dipped her head beneath the sheet and took him into her mouth—warm, slow, wet.
The kind of mouth that knew exactly what it was doing.
His hips tensed instinctively. The way her tongue swirled around the head, the way her lips formed a tight seal—it was like she was picking up exactly where they’d left off.