She falls forward, her chest pressed to the keys, and the piano blasts a broken chord that vibrates right through her body. Her breath stutters. I can feel the tremor in her thighs, the way her whole body tenses, and I know she's right there.
I hook my arm around her waist, holding her up, and drop my mouth to her shoulder, my teeth scraping her skin. "I love you," I choke out, the words raw, jagged, unstoppable. "Evie, fuck, I love you so much it hurts."
She turns, her face pressed against my neck, and bites down as she comes, screaming my name. Her whole body clamps around me.
I spill inside her, coming so hard I nearly black out, my face buried in the soft curve of her neck.
We collapse onto the piano bench in a ruin of shaking limbs. Somehow, I manage to yank her onto my lap, burying my face in her throat.
"I love you," I say again, just so she knows I mean it.
"Kingston," she whimpers, her lips seeking mine.
We're still right there, tangled together like that, when the door opens. My soul flees my fucking body when I see her father step into the living room, a big grin plastered across his face.
"Baby girl, I'm he—" he booms, and then he spots us, his shout dying in his throat. He blinks once. Twice. His grin slips. "What the fuck?"
Fuck.
Coach J is going to be so pissed when they have to cancel the game to search for my body tonight.
Chapter Nine
Evie
There are moments inyour life you never want to forget—like prom, signing your first contract, getting the keys to your first house, or hearing your man say he loves you for the first time.
And then there are moments where you wish the floor would literally open up and swallow you just so you don't have to remember them.
This is one of the latter.
"Dad!" I gasp, staring in shock as Kingston frantically tries to cover me up. But it's already too late for that. There is no hiding what we were just doing. My house smells like sex. I'm naked from the waist down.Kingston's dick is still out.
"I, uh…Jesus Christ." My dad swipes a hand over his eyes like he can unsee what he's just seen. He's speechless for the first time in his life, his expression wavering between shock and horror. "I'm just going to…go anywhere that isn't here right now."
I whimper, mortified.
"Give us five minutes, sir," Kingston murmurs, sounding far calmer than I feel.
"Yep," my dad says, already striding out of the room.
I don't know where he goes. I can't look at him ever again. He basically just caught us fucking. This is worse than the time I walked in on him and my mom!
"You have to get dressed and then sneak out the window," I whisper. "Go hide somewhere in the city. I'll call you once he's calmed down."
He's never going to calm down. My father is going to murder Kingston for fucking me at the piano he bought me. There will be no game tonight, just a memorial.
Jesus Christ.
"Baby." Kingston's shoulders shake.
"This isn't funny!" I cry, two seconds from flipping the fuck out.
"Oh, believe me, I know it isn't funny," he says, grabbing me gently by the shoulders. "But what kind of man would I be if I left you to face the fallout by yourself, Evie?"
"He won't hurt me." My dad would never hurt me. He's going to kill Kingston, though. And he just got out of the hospital, so the odds of him hurting himself are high.
"Of course he won't. He isn't going to hurt me, either. We both love you," Kingston murmurs. "It's going to be okay."