I am his

49

Kaden and I found ourselves sitting on his bed, with Mia and her friends downstairs, leaving us longing for some excitement. "God, I'm so bored," he murmured, and I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Me too," I said, leaning in to kiss him, and soon enough, our make-out session began, slow and tantalizing.

As we continued, I felt him shift beneath me, and I instinctively wrapped my arms around him, feeling him pull me closer by my waist. Our eyes locked, and the intensity grew as he persistently drew me onto him.

Trying to remind ourselves of a prior arrangement, I whispered, "Kaden, the deal."

He acknowledged, "I know," but it seemed the temptation was too strong to resist. We continued, and I struggled to suppress my moans, biting my lip in a futile attempt to control myself. Alas, a deep moan escaped my lips, and he responded with a passionate kiss.

"F**k," he whispered, giving in to the moment and kissing my neck. I couldn't help but glance at the ceiling as desire coursed through me.

"Kaden," I moaned into his ear, the pleasure overwhelming my senses.

He couldn't resist kissing my neck, and I felt him gently suck on it, causing me to let out another soft moan. We kissed again, the intensity building between us.

Finally, trying to regain some composure, I suggested, "I should probably take a cold shower," and looked at him, resting my hand on his shirtless chest.

"Mhmm," he whispered in agreement, and I reluctantly got off him, making my way into his bathroom, where I could cool off and gather my thoughts.

The air was thick with tension and anticipation, leaving us both longing for more, but also cherishing the electrifying connection we shared.

Kaden

As I descended the stairs, the sound of Mia and her friends' voices filled the air, and I made my way into the kitchen.

"Oh, hey Kaden," Mia greeted me with a warm smile.

"Hey," I replied, returning the smile.

Ava was busy mixing something in a bowl, and I couldn't resist leaning in to take a peek. "What are you making?" I inquired curiously.

"We're making cookies," Ava informed me.

"Hmm, save some for me before Mia devours them all," I playfully suggested, glancing at my sister, who responded with a mischievous gesture.

"Ohh, don't let me tell Dad about you being a bad sister," I teased, a smirk forming on my face.

Defiantly, Mia retorted, "I'm not giving you any."

"Fine, Ava, will you save me a cookie? My sister is being a BITCH," I chuckled, seeking support from her.

Mia tried to intervene, but Ava cut her off with a smirk and said, "Sorry, Mia says no."

I groaned in mock disappointment, "You're both annoying," but couldn't help but smile at their playful banter.

Suddenly, I noticed Naomi coming downstairs, wearing my hoodie that extended down to her knees. My heart skipped a beat as I marveled at how beautiful she looked in anything she wore, especially my clothes.

"Hey, baby," I greeted her with a warm smile, captivated by her presence.

As she greeted me with an enthusiastic jump, wrapping her legs around me, a smile spread across my face. "What's up?" I whispered playfully into her ear.

"I don't think I can wait two weeks," she confessed, her voice barely audible.

"Ah, but there's the deal," I reminded her, trying to suppress my own temptation.

She laughed, acknowledging, "Mhmm, I know," and then diverted her attention to Mia and Ava.

"Cookies," she exclaimed, swiftly hopping off me. "Can I have a cookie, Mia?" she asked.

Mia obligingly smiled, "Yeah, sure."

Surprised and slightly annoyed, I jokingly complained, "What the heck, you're giving her a cookie and not me?"

"Because girls only," Mia teased, beaming with mischief.

I groaned in playful exasperation and settled on the couch. Naomi then perched on my lap, facing me, and together, we turned on the TV.

I couldn't help but feel Naomi's hands running over my abs, prompting me to pull a nearby blanket over her shoulders, covering both of us. "What are you doing?" I whispered, my heart racing.

"Nothing," she smirked, feigning innocence as her gaze remained fixed on the TV. With her backside now facing me, I playfully poked it, eliciting a laugh from both of us. Her hand swatted mine away, but I persisted, gently running my hand over her tempting curves.

"Stop," she laughed, playfully resisting, but her smile betrayed her true intentions. I persisted, urging her with a whisper, "Baby."

Her smile grew, and she tried to hold her ground. However, I couldn't resist the urge to nuzzle her neck, planting slow, tender kisses. Despite her efforts to push my head away, she couldn't help but revel in the affectionate attention.

Resting my head on her shoulder, I pleaded softly, "Baby, don't be like that," continuing to plant soft kisses on her neck. But even amidst our playful intimacy, she playfully pushed my head away, adding to the allure of our little game.

I reclined upon the plush couch, a heavy sigh escaping my lips as ennui washed over me. Restless energy stirred within, causing my right leg to tap the floor rhythmically. As the movie played before me, a tantalizing aroma wafted through the air, catching my attention as Mia and Ava made their grand entrance with a pizza in hand. My curiosity piqued, I inquired about the origin of this delightful surprise.

"Where'd you get that?" I asked with genuine interest, my leg still in motion.

"With the money mom left," Mia replied, a knowing smile dancing upon her lips.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes playfully at her response. In that moment, Naomi, my ever-attentive companion, pinched my leg, signaling for my attention. Perplexed, I turned to her.

"What's up?" I chuckled, wondering what the fuss was about.

"Stop bouncing your leg," she whispered in earnest concern.

A mischievous smirk crept across my face as I teased, "Why is it a problem?"

Naomi let out a resigned sigh, rising gracefully from the couch and taking my hand in hers. Wordlessly, she led me upstairs, a subtle blush adorning her cheeks as I playfully tapped her behind. A gentle reprimand followed, and I relented with a coy smile as we reached my room.

"Go take a nap," she whispered, her soft voice urging me to rest.

I groaned playfully, sprawling onto my bed, but my mind refused to comply with the idea of sleep. Instead, I found myself lost in contemplation. Thoughts of life's twists and turns filled my mind, a background score to the occasional screams of laughter emanating from Mia and Ava downstairs.