Chapter 26

                                    

                                          
*sorry all I am moving apts so I don't have a ton of time. Regardless this chapter is steamy and just what we need. 

"I am not getting on that." I say gesturing to the bright red motorcycle that Kai is currently sitting on. He's holding a helmet out to me with the biggest grin on his face.
"I'll be fine, I promise." 
I hesitantly grab the helmet, strapping it to my head before climbing onto the bike. It's a bit awkward and I know I'm stil against Kai's back, the entirety of our bodies touching. 
Kai reaches back and grabs my hands, wrapping my arms around his torso until I'm gripping him like a spider monkey. He does it so nonchalantly that I wonder if he's done this with other women. 
It sparks and insane amount of jealousy in me so naturally I devise a plan to make sure he thinks of me everytime he rides this bike. 
Kai slowly rolls down the driveway, and for a moment I think he might take pity on me, but sadly he revs the engine and shoots off like a demon out of hell. The helmet and visor blocks the wind, but I can still feel the late September air biting my skin in the most delicious way. 
As he weaves in and out of traffic, down the busy streets of the city, I can't help but let my hands drink downward, until one is grabbing his waist still, while the other holds the material of his jeans covering his cock. As soon as my fingers graze the material, his entire body stiffens, and his driving gets choppy but eventually settles out. 
I take it one step further running my other hand along the planes of his chest and abs, scraping my nails in between the grooves and valleys of his body. When I feel him shutter slightly I grip my hand even tighter on his dick making him groan out so loudyly that I can hear it over the roaring of the engine. 
I continue my assault on his body, winding him up just enough to make it unformattable. By the time we make it to St John's, Kai is a mess and practically jumps off the bike tearing his helmet off until he's staring at me, his breathing heavy. 
I take my helmet off as well, shaking my hair out before casting him an innocent look. 
He moves like lightning, bolting towards me with molten green eyes, but after the show I put on I was expecting it. 
I catch him with a hand to his chest, and he growls at me, so animalistic that I wonder if Kai is even in the house. 
"Scouting first." I whisper into his ear as I let my hand drop and walk around him until I'm on the side of the building scoping the windows up above. 
As I walk I hear Kai mutter some curses as he trails behind me, stomping like a toddler being denied a cookie. 
I can only smirk to myself at the effect I have on him, and after the amazing fuck we had in the alley, I'm itching to get a repeat. 
I regret leaving him without a word after though. If a guy did that to me, I would probably hate myself. I don't want Kai to think he's just some dick because he is so much moer than that. 
So much more to me. 
He has a darkness to him, a psychopathy that brews like a witch's cauldron. Sometimes he's unable to control it and it bubbles over, while other times it simmers. 
I feel the same way about myself. I may not show it, but controlling who I am as Lilah to who I am as Ghost is really difficult. Sometimes I don't even know who I am anymore, and if I'm being honest, I'm scared that I'll turn into Ghost forever. 
I love that bloodthirty side of me. It's what has kept me alive for years, but it's not everything. I want to laugh and sing and feel loved. All Ghost is good at his turning off her emotions and killing anyone she sets her eyes on.