The Damaged (The Insiders Trilogy #2) - Tijan by Tijan

Yes. I knew. I needed her more than she needed me, and instead of responding, my mouth took control. I loved her warmth.

She bucked in my arms so I pulled her onto my lap.

Our driver couldn’t see what we were doing, but I hit the button. He would know to keep driving until we were done.

I kept going, my other hand running down her front, between her breasts, down her stomach, all the way to her waist and around, as I picked her up. Her legs fell on both sides of me. I switched my hands, my fingers sliding back inside, and my other dipped into the back of her jeans, urging her to ride me.

She did. She didn’t need any assistance. Her hips were already moving, so greedy, and I loved it. I wanted more.

Her head tipped back, her throat exposed. I bent, finding her there, feeling her pulse skip a beat. My own body was raging. My dick was demanding to be inside of her, but I waited. I always waited. Her first. Always her first.

“Kash,” she moaned.

That’s it.

That was it.

She trembled as I felt her come.

My turn.

I didn’t wait for her to come down. I pushed her up, swept her pants down, yanked them off, and then she was back down and I was surging inside of her. Holy fuck. She was home. My home. My everything.

Her shirt was still on, but my hand moved up, shoving it to her shoulders, just enough. I wanted to feel her against me. She was gone too, her eyes closed. She was lost, and I was getting there.

She began moving with me, her legs tensing, and I relaxed back against the seat, feeling her feeling me.

Jesus.

Christ.

I moved us both, flipping her over, and I bent over, shoving inside, and shoving deep.

“Kash!”

“Bailes.” I kissed down the back of her neck, her spine. Her shirt was still over her shoulders, so I pulled it the rest of the way, reaching around and grabbing her breast. I tugged on her nipple, feeling her body shake, then I bent over, molding to her as I kept thrusting inside.

“Fuck, Kash.”

She was coming. I felt her.

Soon.

I kept going. Harder. Deeper.

I needed her to come again. I was waiting, holding off.

Come, baby.

So soon. So close.

I felt hers, and with a whoosh she exploded in my arms, and a second later, I followed.





SIX



Bailey


Walking into Kash’s apartment, I said, “I saw one of my classmates at Naveah tonight.”

Kash was coming in behind me, like he always did. We had guards waiting for us, so the apartment was safe. Kash came in last to have a word with one of them, then made sure the alarm was on. He finished programming it. “You did?”

I went into the kitchen, hearing him following me. “It looks like she works there.”

“What’s her name?”

“Hoda Mansour.”

Kash frowned. “Mansour? We have a Holden Mansour on staff. He works the IT department.”

I learned a month ago that my father owned Naveah, but I also learned a couple weeks ago that Kash was in the process of taking it over completely. And knowing Kash, because he knew Naveah was a popular hangout for Matt, and now for me, he would know all the staff names.

“Have you met him?”

“No.” He was on his phone a second later. “I had to let a manager go when I came on. He might’ve been the one to hire her. I’ll have Torie look into it. Is she a problem for you?”

This was sticky, so I didn’t answer. A second later, Kash’s eyes were on me. He finished his text, putting his phone back in his pocket. “So she’s a problem.”

I was still hesitant, but I said, “I don’t know. She’s connected in the program, but she looks at me like she hates me. She thinks I got in because Peter got me in.”

“What?” He laughed at that.

“She told me, said my name wasn’t in the pile of students. Peter called in, she answered the call herself, and the next day my file was on the pile. She’s adamant that he got me into that program.”

“You know that’s not true.”

He was moving around me, pouring a drink for me, and then one for himself.

The fact that he poured the same drink I’d been sipping at Naveah wasn’t lost on me. It was just a Kash thing to do, but with his, I knew he’d be sipping his bourbon for the rest of the night. I’d never seen him lose control with drinking. He would lose control fucking and fighting, but never with alcohol.

“How was the family dinner?”

“Good, except…” Again, I was hesitant.

I wasn’t sure if it was my place to question her, but after what Quinn tried with me, I was thinking I should question everything.

He paused, with those eyes that seemed to see through me. “What is it, Bailey?” He said it so patiently, gently, like he knew I needed a little nudge.

It worked.

“What’s the deal with their aunt? She’s weird.”

He studied me a second before he said anything. “Because she looks like Quinn?”

I had put my drink on the table, and now I was wringing my hands together. “I … yes. There’s a mannerism about her that is Quinn. The same mannerism or something. I feel Quinn when she’s in the room.”

Kash was silent for a beat.

When he spoke, it was low, “Did you tell Matt this?”