Kisses and Warfare

“Just grab a drink and sit,” he says, reaching for a beer and handing me one.

Rochelle leans on him and gives him a smile.

“Blaze, these are our parents,” Katarina says while looking to her parents, who both smile.

“Tom.” Her dad offers me a handshake, and their mother simply watches me. She reminds me of Katarina. “And you are Marcus’s brother?” their father asks me. “Is it just you two in your family, or do you have more siblings?”

“Just us,” I answer, knowing Marcus won’t.

“Well, welcome to the family, Blaze,” Tom says, smiling, then turns back to Rochelle, who’s whispering to Marcus.

He nods, and she pulls away.

“So, we wanted to invite you all around to share some news with you.”

“We know you’re engaged,” their mother says.

“Yes, but…” Rochelle turns to look up at Marcus, who looks down at her and speaks words I never thought I’d hear. “Rochelle is pregnant. We’re having a baby.” His eyes find mine, and I have no words. No fucking words. At all. Looking next to him, I see Katarina watching me, her eyes zero in on me as she stands, picking up her daughter, and then passing her to her mother.

“Oh my God, I’m going to be a grandmother again. This is everything,” she says, taking Annabelle and walking toward them. Marcus slowly positions Rochelle in front of him, and it makes me smirk. He doesn’t like to be touched unless it’s Rochelle. She has seemed to crack all his shells, slay all his demons, and somehow, she’s managed to bury herself in his heart.

A hand touches mine, and I’m being pulled. I let her because, why not. I don’t want to be here. I give a nod to Marcus as I’m tugged out the back door, which is shut behind me, and we step out of the way of the glass sliding door, so we aren’t in view of everyone. The pool is to our left, and I watch her as she stands in front of me. Katarina’s super close, so much so I can smell her, and it takes everything in me to not reach out and touch her.

I like touching her.

“You seem like you needed air, but you shouldn’t leave. This is a big day for Marcus, you know.” Katarina leans against the side of the house next to me. “I haven’t seen you,” she comments, making my gaze lift from her bare legs to her face. She’s watching me with a smirk sitting on her face. “They’ll be occupied for a while.” Katarina stands in front of me, her hand coming up to touch my chest. I look at it as if it’s a foreign object, then back to her face. “Blaze,” she says my name.

“Katarina,” I say her name back.

She doesn’t curse me out for using that name like she normally would.

“Blaze, I’ve had a terrible week. So bad, in fact, I think the only way to make it better is to play with you.” She rubs my chest, her hand stroking my leather. Katarina lifts it, sliding her hand under it to touch my skin.

“You want me to make you feel better?” I ask her.

She smirks while biting her lip. “Yes, you make me feel good with that mouth of yours.” Katarina leans in and nips at my lips, then pulls back.

I should tell her no, that I won’t be playing her games. But how can you tell a temptress no when she looks like a goddess.

Instead, my hands wrap around her, pulling her to me, my cock hardening fast at her simple touch.

“I’m not going here with my mouth,” I say as I cup her sweet pussy.

Katarina pushes out her bottom lip.

“I’m going there with my fucking cock.”

Lifting her dress, I find she doesn’t have any panties on, and she grins at me. “You like that?”

“I like it a lot. Free my cock. Now.”

We’re surrounded by darkness, but I can still see all her features, the moonlight is just bright enough.

Katarina’s hand reaches for my jeans and she unzips me, pulling me free, her hand covering my dick and gently stroking me.

“Do you want to fuck me now, Blaze? Do you want to put your big cock in me?”

My hand slips between her legs and I insert a finger.

She spreads her legs wider, her eyes not leaving mine. “Tell me, Blaze. Tell me how much you want me.” Her hand strokes me faster. My fingers moving quicker as I fuck her with them. She moans and it’s music to my ears.

“Come on, Blaze, fuck me,” she whispers.

Lights come on, and she pulls away fast, her dress falling quickly. My cock now free and hard as a damn rock. I tuck it in, or try to, and she smiles.

“Blaze…” Marcus says as he walks around the corner.

He eyes me, then Katarina, who smiles and walks straight past him, not looking back to me as she heads inside.