Jay's POV
The foyer was a blur of marble and mahogany as I scrambled to keep Keifer's solid frame between me and my impending doom.
"I'm going to throw you off the balcony, Jay!" Angelo roared, his face a spectacular shade of crimson.
"You'll have to catch me first, Poet Laureate!" I shrieked, ducking as he lunged.
But just as I prepared to bolt toward the kitchen, the massive front doors swung open. The morning light flooded the hall, framing two figures.
My salvation had arrived.
"Ate Ion!" I screamed, my voice hitting a pitch that probably shattered a few champagne flutes in the dining room.
Ion stood there, looking effortlessly chic in a cream trench coat, her brow arched in confusion.
Beside her stood Leo—a tiny, four-year-old whirlwind with messy curls and the biggest brown eyes I'd ever seen.
I didn't hesitate. I sprinted past a stunned Angelo and dove behind Ion, clutching her waist like a lifeline. "Ate, save me! Kuya has gone completely mad! He's trying to commit sororicide!"
Ion shifted her gaze from my trembling form to her boyfriend. She didn't say a word at first. She just crossed her arms and fixed Angelo with a look so cold it could have preserved meat.
"Really, Angelo?" Ion's voice was like silk over a blade. "You're going to hit my baby?"
The transformation was instantaneous.
Angelo, the terrifying CEO, the man who had just been ready to tear the house down, froze. His shoulders dropped, his hands unclenched, and he started blinking rapidly.
"I—Ion. No. Of course not," Angelo stuttered, his voice jumping an octave. "I wasn't... I was just playing with her. It's a game. Right, Jay? Tell her it's a game."
"He looked like he wanted to eat my soul, Ate," I whispered loudly into Ion's shoulder.
From the sidelines, the gallery of siblings erupted.
"Oh, look at the big bad wolf turning into a puppy," Percy cackled, leaning against the banister.
"He's shaking! Look at his knees!" Aries added, pointing and laughing so hard he nearly dropped his phone.
"The Summer Stars are shaking in the sky tonight," Yuri teased, referencing the letter.
Angelo looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole, but he didn't dare move an inch while Ion was staring him down.
"Jay-Jay!" A high-pitched squeal cut through the tension.
Leo had finally processed my presence. He ignored the drama and charged at me like a tiny bull. I let go of Ion and dropped to my knees just in time to catch him. He slammed into my chest, his little arms wrapping around my neck with a strength that caught me off guard.
"Jay-Jay! Missed you!" he chirped, burying his face in my hair.
"I missed you too, Leo!" I laughed, the stress of the chase melting away. I pulled back to pepper his face with kisses—his forehead, his chubby cheeks, the tip of his nose. Leo giggled uncontrollably, his tiny hands patting my face.
"My Jay-Jay," he declared, then started returning the favor. He kissed my right cheek, then my nose, then my forehead, his little lips making loud mwah sounds.
Suddenly, a shadow fell over us. Before I could look up, Ion had hopped onto the edge of the sofa right beside us.
"Hey, don't forget me!" she laughed, leaning down and planting a loud, affectionate kiss on my left cheek.
So there I was, sandwiched between Ion and Leo. It was a flurry of giggles, soft skin, and "I love yous" coming from both sides. I was in heaven
Ahem.
The sound was sharp, dry, and sounded like it had been dragged over gravel.
I froze. We all turned.
Keifer was standing five feet away. His arms were crossed so tightly his biceps were straining against his shirt. His jaw was set so hard I thought his teeth might crack.
The "playful" jealousy from the Snorlax incident was gone. This was something different. This was the look of a man who was watching his territory being invaded by a four-year-old and a sister-in-law.
"Are we done?" Keifer asked, his voice dangerously low.
I blinked. "Keifer, this is Leo. He's Ion's cousin. Leo, this is—"
"I'm Jay's boyfriend!" Leo interrupted, puffing out his tiny chest and grabbing my hand.
The room went dead silent.
Felix, never one to miss an opportunity for chaos, leaned forward with a wicked grin. "Uh oh, Leo. You've got competition. See that big, scary guy over there? That's Keifer. He's her husband."
Leo's lower lip began to tremble almost instantly. His eyes welled up with giant, shimmering tears. "No!" he wailed, clutching my robe. "No husband! She's my baby! Jay-Jay is my baby!"
My heart broke. "Yes, yes, I'm your baby, Leo! Don't cry!" I cooed, hugging him tight.
That was the final straw for Keifer.
He moved before I could react. In two strides, he was over us. He didn't say a word to Leo or Ion. He simply reached down, hooked his hands under my arms, and hoisted me off the floor like I weighed nothing.
"Hey!" I yelped.
Keifer tucked me under his arm in a firm football carry, his eyes scanning the room with a 'don't follow me' glare that silenced even the kids.
"We have some things to discuss," Keifer announced to the room, his voice echoing. "In private."
"Keifer! Put me down! Leo's crying!" I swatted at his back.
"He'll live," Keifer growled, marching toward the stairs. "And if I see that Snorlax again today, I'm throwing it off the roof."
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Keifer's POV
My blood was a cocktail of adrenaline and pure, unadulterated possessiveness.
First a stuffed animal. Then her brother. Then a toddler. I had spent the last twelve hours trying to get her alone, and it felt like the entire world was conspiring to keep her hands off me and on literally anything else.
I didn't stop until we reached our suite. I kicked the door shut with my boot and turned the lock with a definitive click.
I set her down, but I didn't let her go. I pinned her back against the dark wood of the door, my hands framing her head.
Jay was breathless, her silk robe slipping off one shoulder, her hair a wild mess from the chase and the toddler's "assault." She looked up at me, her eyes wide, a defiant but playful spark in them.
"You're insane," she whispered, her chest heaving against mine. "He's four, Keifer. Four."
"I don't care if he's four or eighty-four," I rasped, leaning down until our noses brushed. "I don't like other people laying claim to what's mine. And I definitely don't like you calling yourself someone else's 'baby' right in front of me.
"It's just a word—"
I cut her off, my mouth crashing onto hers. This wasn't the gentle kiss from the morning. This was hungry, territorial, and desperate. I tasted the sweetness of her lip gloss and the fire of her spirit.
Jay moaned into the kiss, her hands flying up to grip my hair, pulling me closer. She stepped into me, her body molding against mine, reminding me of exactly why I'd gone crazy downstairs.
"Keifer," she breathed against my lips, her voice trembling.
I moved my kisses to the sensitive skin just below her ear, my teeth grazing her lobe. "You're mine, Jay. Not the Snorlax's. Not the kid's. Mine."
I picked her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist, the silk of her robe sliding against my skin. I carried her toward the bed—the bed that was finally, blessedly, empty of blue-and-cream plushies.
As I laid her down against the pillows, the morning sun filtered through the curtains, bathing her in gold. She looked like a goddess, and I was her most devoted, most jealous worshipper.
"Now," I whispered, hovering over her as I unbuckled my belt. "Let's make sure you remember who you actually belong to."
Jay reached up, tugging at the collar of my shirt, a wicked, beautiful smile spreading across her face. "Show me."
I didn't answer immediately. I took my time walking toward her, unbuttoning my shirt and letting it drop to the floor. "You think this is a joke, Jay? You spent the morning kissing everyone but me. You let a four-year-old claim you as his 'baby' while I was standing right there."
I stepped into her space, forcing her to look up. I reached out, my thumb tracing the line of her lower lip where Leo's "boyfriend" declaration had made her laugh.
"The punishment," I rumbled, my voice dropping to a low, rough vibrato, "is that I do make you beg for me."
I grabbed her waist and lifted her, sitting her on the edge of the high dresser. I stood between her knees, my hands sliding up the silk of her robe until they rested on her thighs.
"Keifer..." she whispered, her hands finding my shoulders.
"Don't," I commanded softly. "I'm not done. You were so eager to give out kisses downstairs. Now, you're going to give them all to me. But only when I tell you to."
I leaned in, but I didn't kiss her lips. I started at her jaw, my breath hot against her skin. I moved down to the hollow of her throat, feeling her pulse jump under my mouth. I lingered there, my teeth grazing the skin in a way that made her gasp and arch her back.
"Please," she whimpered, her fingers tangling in my hair, trying to pull my face up to hers.
"Not yet," I murmured against her skin.
I pulled back just an inch, looking into her darkened eyes. "You want to be someone's 'baby'? Fine. But you're my girl. And I don't share."
I captured her lips then, but it wasn't a quick kiss. it was a slow, deep, soul-searing claim. I tasted her surrender, the way she melted against me, her body humming with the same electricity that was currently lighting me on fire.
I swept her off the dresser and onto the bed, hovering over her, my weight a familiar, grounding pressure. I pinned her wrists above her head, not with force, but with a firm, possessive heat.
"Every mark I leave today," I whispered against her lips, "is a reminder. To you, to Angelo, and to that damn Snorlax."
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Jay's POV
He pinned my wrists above my head, his gaze locking onto mine with an intensity that made it impossible to look away. Every breath felt heavy, the tension in the room vibrating between us as he leaned down, his voice a low vibration against my skin.
"You need to understand," he murmured, his grip firm but not painful. "The world outside doesn't exist when we're like this. Downstairs, with everyone watching... that was a different game. This is reality."
I nodded breathlessly, my heart hammering against my ribs. The dominance in his posture was a silent demand for total focus, a way of grounding me back to him after the chaos of the evening.
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Keifer POV
I didn't want to be gentle. Gentle was for people who weren't losing their minds with possessiveness.
As I hovered over her, my hands pinned her wrists to the pillows. Jay was flushed, her chest rising and falling in jagged, shallow gasps. The scent of her—vanilla, sweat, and something uniquely her—was driving me toward the edge.
"Tell me who you belong to," I commanded, my voice dropping to a gravelly rasp.
"You... aah... Keifer," she whimpered, her back arching off the silk sheets as I lowered my head.
I didn't go for her lips. I went for the sensitive column of her throat. I sucked a dark mark into the skin right above her collarbone, my teeth grazing the flesh just hard enough to make her hiss.
"Mmm... Keif... ahhh!" she cried out, her fingers twitching in my grip.
I shifted my weight, the air between us thick and heavy with a tension that refused to snap. Every breath she took felt like a victory, a rhythmic surrender to the space I occupied.
"Keifer..." her voice trailed off into a soft, broken sound that vibrated against my skin. It wasn't just a name; it was an admission.
I let my grip on her wrists soften, my thumbs tracing the pulse points there. Her heart was racing, a frantic drumming that matched the chaos in my own chest. I leaned in, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear, the heat radiating off her making my head spin.
"Say it again," I murmured, the command barely a whisper.
She let out a long, shaky exhale, a sound that started deep in her throat and ended in a soft, melodic sigh. "Always yours... ah... always."
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Jay's POV
The intensity in Keifer's eyes was enough to make the world tilt. It was overwhelming, the way he looked at me like I was the only thing keeping him grounded. Every touch was a claim, every look a promise.
As the adrenaline began to level out, leaving a warm, heavy hum in my veins, I reached up to tangle my fingers in his hair.
"You've been a very distracted girl today, Jay," he rumbled, his voice dropping into that dark, low register that made my heart skip.
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Keifer POV
I reached over to the nightstand, my fingers curling around the glass of ice water I'd brought up earlier. I fished out a single, jagged ice cube. It glinted in the dim light, freezing cold against my skin.
Jay's eyes widened, her breath hitching. "Keifer... what are you—"
"Shh," I commanded, my thumb pressing against her lips. "I told you. No more talking."
I slid down the bed, moving between her knees. I watched the goosebumps break out over her skin as I dragged the ice cube slowly down her throat, over the valley of her chest, and across the sensitive skin of her stomach. She let out a sharp, jagged gasp, her fingers digging into the duvet.
"Ahhh! Keif... it's so cold... mmph!"
"Contrast is good for you, Love," I whispered.
I didn't stop. I moved lower, the ice melting and leaving a trail of freezing water in its wake. When I reached her core, I felt her tremble violently. I applied the edge of the ice directly to her heat, swirling it in slow, torturous circles.
The reaction was instantaneous. Jay's back arched off the bed, a high-pitched, broken moan tearing from her throat. "Oohh... aahhh! Keifer! Please... it's too much... mmmhh!"
I watched the way her body shuddered, the ice having done its job of sensitizing every inch of her. She was a mess of goosebumps and flushed skin, her eyes hazy with a need that mirrored my own.
I discarded the melting ice and moved over her, the friction of our skin creating a static charge in the air. I positioned myself, the tip of my length brushing against her entrance. I didn't rush. I wanted her to feel every second of the transition from the freezing cold to the furnace-like heat of my body.
"Look at me, Jay," I rasped, my hands framing her face so she couldn't turn away.
Her eyes fluttered open, dark and blown wide. "Keifer... please... now..."
I surged forward, entering her in one deep, slow, agonizingly perfect thrust. The sensation was overwhelming—the way she tightened around me, welcoming me home.
"Uuurrrgh... god, Jay..." The groan was ripped from the depths of my chest. It wasn't just a sound of pleasure; it was a sound of relief, of a man finally reclaiming the only piece of the world that mattered.
I stayed still for a moment, letting us both adjust to the sheer fullness of it. I buried my face in the crook of her neck, my breath coming in jagged stabs.
"Mmm... ahhh... Hubby..." she sobbed out, her legs locking around my waist, pulling me even deeper.
The pace changed then. I started to move, my thrusts rhythmic and heavy. Every time I hit the mark, a broken, high-pitched moan escaped her, echoing off the bedroom walls.
"Ah! Ah! Keif... yes... right there... mmmph!"
I was losing my grip on reality. The only things that existed were the sound of our bodies colliding, the scent of our shared heat, and the way she called my name like it was a prayer. I increased the speed, my movements becoming more desperate, more primal.
"Jay... you're... aaahhh... you're mine!" I growled, the words punctuated by the force of my movement.
"Always!" she screamed, her head tossing back as her core began to ripple and contract around me.
That was the trigger. I felt the familiar, white-hot rush behind my eyes. With one final, devastating push, I followed her over the edge, my own voice breaking into a guttural roar that filled the room.
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Jay's POV
The world didn't just spin; it shattered.
I clung to Keifer's shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as waves of pleasure crashed over me. Every nerve ending felt like it was on fire, a beautiful, searing heat that only he could provide.
As we collapsed into the pillows, the only sound was the roar of our breathing and the frantic drumming of our hearts against each other's chests. Keifer didn't move; he stayed heavy and protective over me, his face buried in my hair.
"Mmm..." I let out a long, shaky sigh, my body finally going limp.
He pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes soft and filled with an intensity that made me tear up. He kissed my forehead, then my nose, then finally my lips—a slow, lingering kiss that tasted like a promise.
"You okay?" he whispered, his voice thick.
"More than okay," I breathed, tangling my fingers in his damp hair. "I think you made your point, Hubby."
He let out a small, satisfied huff of a laugh. "Good. Because I'm not sharing you with anyone else today."
We lay there for a long time, the shadows in the room lengthening as the sun began to set. The chaos downstairs felt like it belonged to another lifetime. Here, in the quiet, we were just two people who belonged to each other.
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A/n
The heat is back! Keifer really has no chill when it comes to Jay, does he?
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