The Devil’s Chaos (The Brotherhood #2)

21. Twenty-One

21

TWENTY-ONE

KAI

I didn’t remember falling asleep next to her. The last thing I remembered was her curling into the crook of my arm, her slender fingers tracing the tattoos on my chest. The next thing I knew, I was being woken up by the smell of bacon. I felt the space beside me and discovered that Haven wasn’t there. I opened my eyes, blinking several times to clear the fogginess from my vision. I sat up and looked around the cabin, the sound of clanking in the kitchen catching my attention. After leaving the bed and retrieving a pair of gray sweatpants from my dresser, I headed toward the kitchen. What I saw when I approached had me stopping in my tracks and staying hidden so I could keep watching.

Haven was wearing one of my red flannel shirts that was too big on her, and her toned legs were bare, glistening in the morning sunlight streaming through the cabin window. She moved with a fluid grace, her movements almost hypnotic as she flipped the sizzling bacon in the pan. The scent of breakfast mixed with her delicate perfume created a heady aroma that filled the room and intoxicated my senses. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from her, the way her hair fell in soft waves down her back, the subtle curve of her lips as she hummed a tune to herself.

Seeing her in my shirt, looking so at ease in my space, stirred something primal within me. She moved around the kitchen as if it were her own, completely unaware of my presence. I stepped closer, closing the distance between us without making a sound. As she reached up to grab a spice from the cabinet, the shirt rode up slightly, revealing a sliver of her round ass. Before I could stop myself, I reached out and trailed my fingers along her exposed skin.

She gasped softly, freezing in place as my touch scared her. Slowly, she turned to face me, her eyes meeting mine with a mischievous glint as she caught me. Without breaking eye contact, I stepped closer to her, the air thick with tension as we stood only inches apart. Haven's breath hitched as she looked up at me with her lips slightly parted in anticipation. I reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, my fingertips grazing her skin gently. Her eyes fluttered closed at the intimate gesture as a soft sigh escaped her lips.

Without breaking eye contact, she leaned back against the kitchen counter, the flannel shirt draping over her like an irresistible veil, teasingly revealing hints of the curves beneath. I stood there, captivated by her boldness and the way she met my gaze head on, unflinching. The aroma of bacon still lingered in the air, but it was overshadowed by the charged energy that enveloped us both. Time seemed to slow down as we stood locked in a silent battle of wills, each daring the other to make the next move.

Finally, a sly smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she broke the silence. "Enjoying the view?" Her voice was a velvety whisper as she leaned in closer, her breath warm against my skin.

"I can't say it's the worst view I've had," I replied, matching her playful tone. Her smile widened, a glimmer of perversity dancing in her eyes as she pushed herself off the counter, stepping even closer until there was barely any space left between us. The scent of her perfume enveloped me, a heady mix of vanilla and musk that made my head spin.

"Hmm, good to know," she purred, tilting her head slightly as if contemplating her next move. And then, without warning, she surprised me by standing up on her tiptoes and pressing her lips to mine in a daring kiss. The world around us faded away as we lost ourselves in the moment, the taste of her lingering on my lips like a sweet addiction.

As our lips parted, I pulled away slightly, my breath ragged as I stared into her eyes. “What are you doing to me?”

Without a word, she placed her hands on my chest and gently traced the outline of my muscles. “You didn’t have much in the pantry, but I found some eggs that weren’t expired, a pack of frozen bacon, and a few other goodies.” She gestured toward the kitchen island, where I saw a mixing bowl and a whisk.

“One night together, and you’re already cooking for me?” I teased her.

She nodded, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Wait until you see what else I can do.”

I couldn't help but chuckle at her playful demeanor, admiring how she effortlessly switched from seductive to lighthearted in seconds. As we moved together in the kitchen, our laughter filled the room, blending with the clinking of utensils and the sizzle of bacon on the stove. She cracked eggs with practiced ease, her hair falling in loose waves around her face as she focused on finishing breakfast. I couldn't tear my gaze away, captivated by the simple domesticity of the moment juxtaposed against the undeniable chemistry that crackled between us.

As she whisked the ingredients together, I stepped behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and resting my chin on her shoulder. She leaned back against me, pouring batter onto the sizzling pan; I pressed a soft kiss against her neck.

“Do you always cook like this for your one-night stands?”

She turned in my arms. “Only for the special ones,” she replied softly, a vulnerability seeping into her words.

“Are you trying to make me horny?” I challenged.

“Is it working?” She threw a towel at me playfully, turning to flip the pancakes.

I grinned, catching the towel and draping it over my shoulder.

“Breakfast is served,” she announced with a flourish, placing two plates on the kitchen island.

I pulled out a chair and gestured for her to sit, taking a seat next to her. I watched her as she ate, taking small bites of the pancakes she had made. The maple syrup glistened as it dripped down the edges, and she closed her eyes in satisfaction of the first bite. Her lashes fluttered open as she caught me staring, a small smile playing on her lips.

“What?” she asked.

I reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, my fingers lingering on her skin.

“Nothing,” I responded.

Her cheeks flushed pink, but she didn’t look away. Instead, she leaned into my touch, savoring the connection between us. The morning light danced in her eyes, turning them into pools of emerald green with slender strands of gold-like spikes around a wheel. I stood up and turned her around in her chair to face me. She stared up at me inquisitively while I trailed my fingers down her chest to the first button on her shirt.

“As.”

Another button.

“Much.”

Two more buttons.

“As.”

Another button.

“I.”

Another button.

“Love.”

One more button.

“Seeing you.”

My hands trailed across her stomach and gently opened it to reveal her nakedness underneath.

“Wearing my shirt,” I kissed her lips softly. “I really enjoy a little dessert with my breakfast.”

“What do you have in mind?”

I reached around her, grabbed the syrup bottle, and popped the lid. “Maple syrup,” I said with a sly grin, drizzling it over her chest, letting it slowly drip down to her waist. As I poured the syrup over her breasts, her breathing quickened.

My little lamb knew what I would do and was wet for me.

I tilted her head back, and my lips met hers in a passionate kiss. She moaned softly into my mouth, her hands finding their way to my chest. I picked her up and carried her to the kitchen table. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and I pushed her against the cold marble surface as my erection pressed against her. With one hand, I held her in place while the other drizzled syrup all over her body. It formed small puddles on her stomach, between her breasts, and on her inner thighs. The sweet liquid started to run down her skin, coating every curve and valley.

I dipped two fingers into her warm folds, now covered in sticky syrup, bringing them up to her lips.

“Taste,” I commanded before pressing them against her mouth. Her lips parted, and she sucked them in, savoring the sweet goodness.

She closed her eyes and moaned as the flavors danced on her tongue. I watched her, mesmerized by the sight of her pleasure. Her gaze met mine, and I could see the raw hunger that lived there.

She wanted me.

I wanted her.

“Now, it’s my turn,” I announced, running my tongue across the more sensitive spots the syrup covered. First, I licked up the syrup on her neck, then I moved down to her breasts, her nipples pert and pink, begging for me to taste them. I pulled one into my mouth while lapping up the syrup with my tongue. When I moved to her other nipple, she let out a sigh when I took it between my teeth, sucking and biting.

I took my time, kissing…licking…tasting her, and then I reached her most delicate area—her sweet pussy that begged for attention. I spread her lips apart with my fingers, revealing her wet, glistening folds. I dipped my tongue in, savoring the mix of flavors. It was a symphony of sweetness; her natural scent, mingling with the syrup, created something intoxicating. She whimpered, her hips bucking slightly, and I reached up to cup her breasts. My tongue delved deeper, caressing her core, while my fingers teased her sensitive spots.

She whimpered, “More, please, more.”

I obliged, increasing my rhythm as her legs trembled around my head. She moaned my name softly, her hips undulating in time with my movements. Her body was shaking now, her moans growing louder and louder, each one reverberating through me. I knew she was close, and I wanted to push her over the edge. Reaching down between her legs, I slipped two fingers inside her, and I felt her muscles tighten around my fingers. Pushing deeper, I began to move my fingers in and out of her, matching the rhythm of my tongue.

I felt the first wave of her release coursing through her body, her pussy spasming around my fingers and tongue. Her moans grew louder and more desperate, and I knew I was close to bringing her to the brink. With one last lick, I focused on her clit, teasing it gently before giving it a firm flick with my tongue.

Her body convulsed then, and she cried out my name, bucking wildly against my mouth. I continued my assault on her sensitive flesh until she finally stilled, panting heavily. I pulled my fingers from her and looked up at her, her eyes half-lidded and filled with passion. As she caught her breath, I pulled away, wiping the smeared remnants of syrup from my chin with the back of my hand.

Stepping away from her, I took a moment to catch my breath. The sight of her in that state, the sounds she made, and the sensation of her quivering around me—it was all-consuming.

“If this is how I get rewarded for making you breakfast, I can only imagine what I might get if I do other things,” she murmured, her voice hoarse.

“I’m interested in hearing more about these other things you can do,” I raised an eyebrow, a big grin spreading across my face. “I’m just a simple man, really. Though breakfast has certainly set a high bar.”

She laughed low, her eyes darting to mine and then back down to my lips. “Well, Mr. Simple,” she purred, her fingers tracing the outline of my lips, “I’d be more than happy to show you what else I can do.” She stood slowly. “But first, I need a shower.”