Kai's POV
He joins me on the bed and I don't even know how to breathe anymore, my chest tight and my heart racing like I just finished a brutal hockey game. f**k Damon for doing this to me, for making me feel things I've spent years trying to bury and ignore. He's always had this effect on me, always been able to see through every defense I put up and tear them down like they're made of paper.
He whispers that I'm such a bad liar, his voice low and rough in the darkness. Then his hand slips inside my trousers without asking for permission and my c**k hardens instantly at his touch. My body knows it's him, responds to him in ways I can't control or fake. I couldn't even pretend to be unaffected if I tried. My breath becomes shaky as he strokes my c**k slowly, his grip firm and perfect. Hi
