Lucas was asleep before they made it out of the amusement park. His head rested against the back seat, mouth slightly open, one arm wrapped around the enormous blue shark as though someone might attempt to steal it in his sleep.
Kashi glanced over her shoulder. "He lasted longer than I expected."
Chaos kept one hand on the wheel. "He spent half the day declaring war on me."
"He was committed." Kashi laughed quietly and turned back towards the road. The city passed outside in streaks of white and gold. She rested her head against the seat. "You whispered something to him in that haunted house."
Chaos glanced at her. "Maybe."
"What did you say?"
The corner of his mouth lifted.
"I psychologically sabotaged a child. He challenged me." Chaos sounded entirely unrepentant. "He should choose his opponents more carefully."
Kashi laughed again. "You're ridiculous."
"I won and frightened a child. He'll survive."
From the back seat, Lucas shifted and tightened his grip around the shark. Kashi looked back. His cap had fallen crooked over one eye.
When she turned again, Chaos's attention remained fixed on the road.
Silence settled between them. Comfortable this time.
Chaos drove with one hand loose on the wheel, the other resting near the gearshift.
Kashi watched the passing lights move across his profile, caught herself and looked away.
"I don't know what I'm doing with you." Chaos said.
Chaos had always known what he wanted. Where he was going. What something was worth. What it would cost and Kashi had always been the exception.
"I don't know what this is," Kashi added.
Chaos smiled faintly. "Does it need a name tonight?"
Kashi looked at him. "No."
"Then don't give it one."
Her brows drew together slightly. "That doesn't bother you?"
"It bothers me."
The honesty caught her off guard.
Chaos shrugged. "I simply want you more than I want an answer."
Kashi stared at him. He really needed to stop saying things like that so casually. "You say ridiculous things very calmly."
"They're still true."
"That makes them worse."
Chaos laughed. Kashi tried not to and failed. She turned towards the window, hiding the smile that had already escaped. A few minutes passed between them.
Chaos spoke. "Your hair."
Kashi's hand instinctively rose to the red strands resting over her shoulder. "What about it?"
"I always liked the red."
Her fingers paused.
Always?
Chaos glanced at her before continuing. "I liked the black too."
Kashi lowered her hand. Oh. "Mm."
There was nothing extraordinary about the sentence. Perhaps that was exactly why she didn't know how to respond. She looked forward again. "You're getting dangerously good at this."
Chaos smiled. "I'm aiming higher. If I need to thaw your frozen heart, I'll have to do more, Wildflower."
Kashi shook her head, but the corner of her mouth betrayed her. The estate gates appeared ahead. Neither of them spoke for the remainder of the drive. They didn't need to, the silence between them didn't feel like something waiting to be filled.
The car rolled into the estate and stopped outside Kashi's house. Dante was already waiting. The moment the door opened, he reached inside and carefully lifted the sleeping child out, Lucas still clutching the blue shark against his chest.
The boy didn't even stir as Dante carried him inside, the shark hanging from his free hand. A moment later, the door closed behind them.
The passenger door clicked open.
Kashi reached for the handle.
Before she could move, Chaos caught her wrist. She turned, brows lifting, and he lifted her hand to his mouth.
His lips brushed her knuckles, then slid lower, pressing slow kisses along the inside of her wrist, the soft skin of her forearm, the bend of her elbow. She shivered, a small sound escaping her throat.
"Stop," Kashi whispered, though her body leaned closer.
Chaos ignored the word.
His mouth continued its path, tasting the faint salt of her skin, moving higher until he reached the curve of her neck.
Kashi's breath hitched.
Before she could speak again, his hands slid beneath her thighs. One hard pull and she was lifted, body twisting as he dragged her across the center console and onto his lap.
The seat reclined with a mechanical whine, dropping them both backward until she straddled him, knees braced on either side of his hips.
Her eyes widened. "Chaos—"
He smirked up at her, hands already gripping her waist. "Ever been fucked in a car?"
Kashi rolled her eyes, but the motion turned into a gasp when he leaned up and kissed her, lips parting hers, tongue sliding deep. He tasted like the cotton candy they'd shared earlier, sweet and sticky.
Chaos fingers worked between her legs, pushing her skirt higher, finding the damp fabric of her panties and tugging it aside.
Two fingers stroked through her wet folds, spreading slickness, circling her clit until her hips jerked.
"Been wanting to do this all fucking day," he murmured against her mouth. "Watching you cling to me in that haunted house, pretending you weren't scared."
"I wasn't scared," she managed, voice shaky as his fingers pushed inside her.
He hummed, unconvinced, pumping his fingers slowly, curling them against the spot that made her thighs tremble. "Sure you weren't."
His fingers worked her with long, deliberate strokes, the pad of his thumb circling her clit with a pressure that made her knees weak. She bit her lip, tried to stay quiet, but the car was small and the windows were up, and the sound of her moaning bounced off the leather seats.
"Ah—Chaos—"
"You're soaked," he murmured, that sweet, obscene tenderness in his voice. "God, Kashi. You're dripping for me."
"No, I'm not—" Kashi tried, but the words broke into another soft moan as he curled his fingers deeper.
"Don't lie." Chaos laughed, low and rough, and bit her neck. Hard. She felt the sting, the bruise blooming, and she grabbed his hair.
"If you leave a mark like last time," Kashi's hands fisted in his hair, "I'll kill you."
Chaos pulled back just enough to smirk at her, his eyes dark and amused, then bit down on the side of her neck anyway— not hard enough to bruise, just enough to make her gasp. "Yes, Wildflower."
He freed his cock with one hand, thick and already leaking, lined himself up and thrust upward in one smooth motion, burying himself to the hilt inside her.
Kashi cried out, head falling back against the headrest. "Fuck—Chaos—"
He was thick, stretching her tight, filling her completely. The car rocked with the force of it. He didn't give her time to adjust. His hips snapped up again and again, driving deep, the wet sound of her pussy taking him filling the small space.
"Fuck, you're tight," he groaned, hands gripping her ass, spreading her wider. "Wildflower."
"Chaos… S-slow down— ngh, wait— " Kashi moaned, trying to stay quiet, biting her lip as he fucked up into her. Each thrust punched the air from her lungs. "Aah— ah— fuck— "
Chaos reached past her for the console with his free hand and pulled something free.
A black rose, stem trimmed, a single bloom of deep velvet petals. He held it up between them, still fucking her, still driving into her tight, wet pussy with those relentless, powerful strokes.
Kashi took it without thinking, teeth closing around the stem as he slammed into her again. The petals brushed her cheek. She tried to hold back the sounds, but they spilled out anyway, muffled around the flower.
"Mmh— Chaos— ah — "
"That's it," Chaos panted, watching her face. "Hold it between those pretty lips. Don't drop it."
Kashi could only nod, the rose pressed between her teeth, petals brushing her chin.
The car was a closed box, the windows sealed, and every thrust made sounds that echoed. He fucked her harder, the suspension creaking, windows fogging. One hand slid up to her breast, thumb rubbing her nipple through her shirt. The other stayed on her hip, guiding her down to meet each thrust. Kashi's moans grew louder despite the rose, the stem trembling between her teeth.
"Hngh—Chaos… stop— " she begged.
Chaos just drove deeper. "You feel so fucking good," he told her, voice strained. "Pussy gripping me like it never wants to let go. Wildflower. Come for me."
He changed angle. His thigh slid between her legs, pushing them wider, and he hit a new depth that made her see stars. She came fast, a jolt that tightened around him, milking him— and he groaned.
"Fuck, Kashi. You're squeezing me." He didn't slow down. He never slowed down. He just drove deeper, faster, his cock pounding into her soaked pussy with a wet, rhythmic slap. "I've got you."
Kashi bit the rose harder.
She wanted to argue. She wanted to tell him this wasn't real, that he had to stop before anyone saw them, that it didn't mean anything.
But the way her body arched into each thrust, the way she took him like she had been starving, undid every word.
"I can't... too much Chaos— please— don't stop, right there fuck me harder please—"
Chaos grabbed her hip and pulled her down onto him, burying himself to the root. She felt every inch. He was long, hard, thick, and he filled her completely. She could feel the head of his cock pressing against her cervix with each deep thrust, and she knew she was going to remember this.
He drove into her hard, one last time, spilling inside her— hot, thick cum flooding her pussy, filling her, marking her inside. He held her there, pinned against the seat, his weight on her, his cock still hard and buried inside her.
She came again with a broken cry, the rose falling from her lips as her body seized around him. Her walls fluttered, pulsing, and Chaos groaned.
"Fuck—Kashi—"
Kashi's chest rose and fell. She could taste the rose on her tongue, bitter and sweet. She could feel his cum and hers leaking from her pussy, dripping down her thighs, the slick evidence of what just happened.
Chaos pulled out slowly, the wet sound lewd in the quiet. He set the rose back on the console, wiped his hand on her thigh, and then leaned in to kiss her again. Kashi let him. She didn't fight. She didn't run.
The car was silent now. The windows were fogged and she was still straddling his lap, still feeling the ghost of his cock inside her, still tasting the rose. Chaos smirked, and before he could say anything Kashi bit his lip. He didn't care. He just laughed and held her close.
They stayed like that, breathing hard, the car filled with the smell of sex and the faint sweetness of the rose now resting on the dashboard. Kashi's forehead dropped to his shoulder. Chaos stroked her back, still half-hard inside her.
"I'm not done, Wildflower," he said, already rolling his hips again.
Kashi laughed breathlessly, reaching for the rose. "That makes two of us."
"Fucking hell, woman," he said, and kissed her again, slow and deep, while the black rose lay between them, petals brushing their joined hands.