Whiskey's Second Chance

33: Morning Surprises

Whiskey POV

I laid awake for hours, watching Kayla sleep peacefully in my arms. Despite her wanting to go another round, and wanting to please me, I knew going another round would push her beyond her limits. But watching her go over the edge, restraining herself from screaming my name, I struggled to not come undone myself.

Apparently I fell asleep, because I woke up with a start and Kayla wrapped around me, practically on top of me. Glancing at the clock, it read 4:26 a.m. and I knew no one else would be awake yet. Looking back at Kayla, I knew when she woke up she would be in some discomfort from the night's activities, and I wanted to do something for her. Taking care of others is important to me, especially if I am the one who caused them pain.

Carefully, I unlatched Kayla from my body and got out of bed. I grabbed my clothes and slipped out of the bedroom. In the kitchen, I raided the fridge, looking for anything I could make for breakfast. Knowing everyone else, they would wake up hungry and hungover, and not wanting to cook. I don't know Kayla's favorite food, so a bit of everything would probably be the best.

It'll all get eaten anyway.

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"Damn Whiskey!" Tiny exclaimed. "What did we ever do to deserve you?" he teased, batting his eyes at me, as if I wouldn't feed him.

"Go ahead," I nodded towards the food, plating some for Kayla as he did.

The other's slowly trickled in from their rooms or the other villa and dug into the feast before them.

Tiger strolled sleepily in, kissing Ace good morning, but when she looked at the counter, her eyes widened. "Did you get any sleep, Whiskey?" she asked.

I shrugged, not wanting them to know what happened last night, or that Kayla was still upstairs sleeping. However, Tiger can sniff out any lie, and my shrug would not cut it as an answer. She stood in front of me, squinting, as if trying to figure out what I was hiding.

"You know," she implored, "Kayla never came home last night. You wouldn't know where she is...would you, Whiskey?"

Suddenly the small talk stopped and everyone looked at Tiger and I. She smirked knowing she put me in a compromising position and I have no way out except to answer, or so she thinks.

Grabbing a plate off the counter, I piled food onto the plate and carried everything upstairs, not saying a word. I knew I would get hell later, but right now Kayla is my focus, and I want to see her.

Opening the bedroom door, I found an empty bed. Kayla shouldn't be moving. How is she not in pain? No, her ass needs to get back in bed. Now. Before I lose my control and force her back into it. Why won't Kayla let me take care of her? She didn't think I would want her to stay last night either? I will show her I will never use her or make her feel unappreciated.

I placed the food on the nightstand and stormed to the bathroom, barging in, nearly knocking it off the hinged, and Kayla screamed. She stood there in her bra and sweatpants, trying to cover the rest of her beautiful body.

"What are you-"

"Take those clothes off and get back in that bed. Now," I demanded, trying to remain calm.

She didn't move, and my patience was running thin. I stalked towards her, trapping her between the sink and me. I could smell her arousal, watched her eyes flick from mine to my arms, wondering what I would do next.

"Clothes. Off. Now. Or I will rip them off for you," I warned.

She sucked in a breath and heat radiated from her body as I backed off, giving her space to follow my instructions. Watching Kayla slowly take off her bra, freeing her large breasts, I clenched my fists at my side, refraining from reaching out and taking them. Next, she pulled down her sweatpants, and I nearly lost it. Kayla wasn't wearing any underwear and her smell, mixed with her glistening pussy, had me weak in the knees.