His Best Nightmare

Chapter Twenty-Two

I blinked, squinting my eyes in the darkness of the hotel room, trying to figure out the shuffling that had woken me up. 

I blinked again, suddenly making out the tall muscular figure that was half naked, getting dressed in the dark. 

I groaned, making Kal pause, "what the fuck are you doing?" I mumbled, looking from him to the clock on the night stand. 

5:15 am. 

Oh my god. 

We had just fallen asleep three hours ago. 

Kal slipped a shirt over his head, before turning on one of the side lamps, his stupid smile planted firmly on his still swollen lips. 

"We have a small conditioning before practice later, getting ready for the game tomorrow, Coach just called it" he whispered to me, almost like he was trying to lull my back to sleep. 

I squinted at him against the low light, "what time?" I asked, trying to figure out what clothes I could put on. 

My underwear were in shreds on the floor, my bra was thrown on the small chair in the corner, the clothes I wore on the flight here were tossed haphazardly around the room, showing the little patience Kal had for them before he was ripping them off of me, yesterday. 

"In twenty minutes, I have to go now" he muttered. 

I whined, pushing the duvet off my naked body, "I'm coming, let me just find some clothes" I started, stumbling off the bed, to my suitcase. 

Kal was standing over top of me, as I struggled to slip on a new pair of underwear. 

Fuck the bra. 

I tossed on a heavy sweatshirt, before tugging a pair of leggings up my legs. 

"You don't have to come, Dove. I'll be back here in an hour, you won't even notice I've gone" he snickered watching me trip as I struggled to pull my leggings up and over my ass. 

I flipped him off, making him smile entirely too bright this early in the morning. 

"Please, ever since the club five days ago, you've been acting extremely fucking aggressive towards Jason-"

"Justin-"

"That's what I said" I muttered through a yawn. "I need to watch you, since apparently you can't play nice with others."

"I play nice with you" he smirked, stepping closer and wrapping his arms around my waist. 

"The hand print on my ass would beg to differ" I deadpanned, as I stumbled towards the bathroom to brush my teeth. 

He laughed from behind me, "but you make the best fucking sounds when I slap your ass, Dove."

I rolled my eyes as I started to brush my teeth, not even bothering to mess with my braided hair. I snatched a blanket off the table in the room, before slipping on a pair of sneakers, and turning back towards a silently smiling Kal. 

"For someone who didn't want me to come, you are smiling too much" I mumbled, heading for the door. 

"First, I always want you to come" he whispered, a dirtiness in his voice that had me rolling my eyes, my lips tilting upwards anyway, "and second, you just look fucking edible in my sweatshirt." 

I looked down, noticing I had actually thrown on his sweatshirt and not mine. 

Too tired to care. 

I draped the blanket over my shoulders, pulling a pair of glasses over my eyes. 

It had been four days since that night at the club, four days of pure Kal Kingston sex, and it was fucking ridiculous.