JAY JAY POV
1 week later
One week had passed since the warehouse, and the house was finally quiet. Keiran and Keigan were away on a two-day school trip. It took forever to convince Keifer to let them go—he was still on high alert after Vex—but a few well-placed kisses and a bit of persuasion finally got him to sign the permission slips. I'd even given the maid the day off, wanting some actual privacy for once.
I was currently leaning against the kitchen counter, wearing nothing but one of Keifer's oversized white button-down shirts. No bra, no underwear—just the soft cotton against my skin and the cool air of the kitchen.
Keifer had been out at a meeting with Jare, Aries, and Percy. Apparently, they were still obsessing over 'security protocols' and how to keep us safe in the future. Idiots. They didn't realize that we were perfectly capable of looking after ourselves—they'd seen that firsthand.
I heard the front door click and the heavy thud of his boots on the hardwood. A smile played on my lips as I continued slicing up some mango and strawberries.
A moment later, I felt the heat of him radiating behind me. Strong, calloused hands slid around my waist, pulling me back against a familiar, solid chest. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply.
"You smell like home," he rumbled, his voice low and vibrating through my spine.
His hands traveled slowly upward, his thumbs skimming the bottom of the shirt, discovering very quickly that there was nothing underneath. I felt him stiffen as the realization hit him, his grip on my waist tightening.
"Jay-Jay," he rasped, his lips grazing my earlobe "Where are my brothers?"
"They left an hour ago on the bus to the mountains," I whispered, tilting my head to give him more room. "And the house is empty."
I turned around in his arms, the fruit knife forgotten on the counter. His eyes were dark, scanning my face before dropping to the way his shirt hung loosely off my shoulder. The protective, worried husband from last week was gone; in his place was the man who had been waiting for punishment to be served.
"Empty, huh?" he murmured, sliding his hands under the hem of the shirt to rest against my bare hips. "No distractions. No interruptions."
"None," I whispered, my voice dropping an octave as I looped my arms around his neck. I pulled him close until I could feel the thud of his heart against my chest. "So, about that lecture you wanted to give me... are you finally ready to start?"
Keifer didn't say a word. He just smirked, that dark, possessive look returning to his eyes, and crashed his lips onto mine. I kissed him back like an idiot, my fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss.
The heat between us flared up instantly, fueled by a week of forced patience. His hands, which had been resting on my hips, slid lower, gripping my thighs and lifting me effortlessly. I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling the rough denim of his jeans against my bare skin.
He backed me away from the counter, his mouth never leaving mine, until he dropped to his knees, bringing me down with him. In one swift motion, he pinned me to the kitchen floor, his large frame hovering over me, trapping me between the cool tiles and his burning weight.
The oversized shirt rode up, leaving me completely exposed to his gaze. Keifer let out a low, rough growl, his eyes roaming over every inch of me as if he were memorizing me all over again.
"I don't think we've ever tried it on the kitchen floor," Keifer asked teasingly, his voice husky with desire. He leaned down, his lips brushing against my collarbone, his hands pinning my wrists above my head. "Ready to break in the new scenery?"
"Keifer, we have a perfectly good room upstairs for a reason!" I gasped, breathlessly, even as I arched my back, my skin tingling where his chest pressed against mine.
"The room is too far away," he murmured, his mouth moving back to the sensitive skin of my neck, right near where the bandage used to be. He nipped at the spot, making my breath hitch. "And right now, I don't think I can wait another ten seconds to have you."
He released my wrists, his hands sliding down my body, tracing the curves he'd been deprived of all week. He caught the hem of his shirt, slowly unbuttoning it with agonizing patience, his eyes locked onto mine.
"Besides," he whispered, his voice dropping to a dangerous, velvety depth. "I like the idea of marking you right here. No distractions. Just us and the floor."
I reached for his belt, my own patience snapping. "Then stop talking,and do something about it."
He didn't need to be told twice. He captured my lips in a kiss so deep and hungry it stole the air from my lungs, while his hand slid between my thighs, finding exactly how ready I was for him. The cool tile beneath me was a sharp contrast to the fire he was igniting
Keifer hovered over me, his arms braced on either side of my head, his muscles taut and quivering from the effort of holding back. He looked down at me, his eyes dark with a mix of hunger and a fierce, protective love that always left me breathless.
"You're mine, Jay-Jay," he rasped, his voice thick with a need he couldn't hide. "Every inch."
When he finally moved, sinking into me in one slow, deep motion, I let out a sharp cry, my fingers digging into the muscles of his back. It felt like coming home after a long, cold war. The sensation was overwhelming, making my vision blur as he began to move, his pace urgent and demanding.
The kitchen, usually filled with the mundane sounds of cooking and bickering brothers, was now silent except for the sound of our ragged breathing and the soft thud of his body against mine. Every time his skin met mine, it felt like an electric shock, a reminder that we were alive, that we were together, and that Vex had failed to take any of this away from us.
"Keifer... please," I whimpered, my head lolling back against the floor as the tension built to a breaking point.
He leaned down, whispering my name against my lips, his movements becoming faster, more desperate. He caught my hands again, lacing our fingers together and pinning them to the floor, forcing me to feel every bit of the friction and the fire.
When the peak finally hit, it was like an explosion—a blinding white light that made the room disappear. I clung to him, my legs wrapping tight around his waist as he followed me over the edge, his body shuddering as he buried his face in the crook of my neck.
We stayed like that for a long time, tangled together on the kitchen floor, breathing in sync as the sweat cooled on our skin. The silence of the empty house was peaceful now, no longer heavy with secrets.
Eventually, Keifer let out a long, shaky breath and shifted his weight, though he didn't pull away. He kissed my temple, his hand coming up to gently stroke my hair.
"The floor is actually quite uncomfortable," he whispered, a hint of his usual smirk returning to his tired voice.
I let out a weak laugh, swatting his shoulder. "I told you we had a room, you idiot."
"Yeah, well," he murmured, pulling me closer into his chest. "I couldn't wait. And honestly? I think I prefer the kitchen."
I rolled my eyes, leaning my head against his shoulder. "Just help me up before the boys get home early and find us like this. I'd never hear the end of it."
Keifer chuckled, but he didn't let me walk. He scooped me up bridal style, the hem of his shirt barely covering me, and carried me upstairs to our master bathroom. He turned on the shower, the warm steam filling the room, and made sure I was cleaned up and comfortable before he even thought about himself.
Once we were both dressed—in actual clothes this time—we headed back downstairs. The reality of the "scenery" we had just used hit me as I looked at the kitchen.
"Keifer, go clean up the mess you made in the kitchen and make sure to do the laundry," I ordered, pointing toward the discarded shirt and the disarray of the fruit I'd been cutting earlier.
Keifer stopped at the bottom of the stairs, a playful, disbelief-filled glint in his eyes. "The mess I made, Mrs. Watson? I think you're the one who was cutting mangoes and then decided the floor looked like a better place to spend the afternoon."
"I was cutting fruit until you attacked me!" I shot back, trying to keep a straight face while I crossed my arms.
"Attacked? That's a strong word for someone who wrapped their legs around my waist before I could even say hello," he teased, walking over to me and pulling me into the circle of his arms. "Besides, I'm the one who did all the heavy lifting. My knees are going to be bruised from that tile."
"Poor Legend," I mocked, patting his cheek. "Does the big scary street fighter need a band-aid for his knees? Clean the floor, Watson. And wash the shirt. It's my favorite one of yours."
He let out a mock sigh of defeat, leaning down to steal one last lingering kiss. "Fine. But you're making dinner. And no fruit salad. I think I've had enough of the kitchen for today."
"Deal," I laughed, watching him grab the mop with a grumble.
As he started cleaning, I leaned against the doorframe, watching him. Life was finally returning to its chaotic, beautiful normal. The threats were gone, the secrets were out, and even though my neck still had a tiny mark and my brothers were probably going to come home and eat everything in the fridge in five minutes, I felt at peace.
"Hey, Keifer?" I called out.
He looked up from the floor, his brow arched. "Yeah?"
"I love you. Even if you are an idiot."
He softened, a real, bright smile reaching his eyes. "I love you too, Jay. Even if you're the one who's going to get me in trouble with Angelo one day."
"Oh, I'm definitely going to do that," I smirked, turning to start the stove. "But that's a problem for tomorrow."
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Okay guys, quick update 💙✨
The next chapter is supposed to be their college era, but I want your opinion before I lock anything in.
Do you want me to:
➡️ Skip the college era and jump straight into their adult‑hood,
or
➡️ Add a few college‑era chapters for that campus vibe? 🎓💙
I'll be honest — I don't have many ideas for their college arc right now 😭
But if you do want it, and you drop some ideas in the comments, I'll make it work.
I also want to add a few twists 👀✨
Don't worry, nothing dramatic like breaking them up — just fun, spicy, story‑moving twists 💙
So yeah, comment your choice — it really helps me decide where to take the story next 💙🌙✨
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