Chapter 39
Kyle
Now
Isigh loudly as I examine the contents of the fridge, looking for something quick and easy to throw together for dinner. It’s just me tonight because Lu’s at a sleepover and I’m tired out after meeting Natalie for coffee during my lunch break.
My sister had been standoffish and distant at first but had thawed a little by the end.
I’ve accepted that it will take time and a whole lot of effort to repair the damage I caused in our relationship.
Natalie had been against James from the very beginning, even warning me, and I’d just ignored her.
When I was growing up, she’d been the big sister I looked up to, but I’d rebelled against her in my late teens in some mislaid attempt to prove I was a grown man. Yeah, I’d fucked up good and proper by ignoring her advice.
At least she’s agreed to meet for coffee again next week, which I’m taking as a win.
Without any distractions, my thoughts drift to Bren.
I’ve been in a funk since our dinner a few weeks ago, especially after stupidly getting my hopes up that he was ready to leave Chris.
Slumping back against the kitchen counter with my head in my hands, I groan.
My body aches for him from sunrise to sunset and even in my dreams. I consider going to bed without dinner and jerking off to my memories.
Ah, I’m pathetic! I glance at my watch. “Bloody hell, it’s only 7:00.”
When the doorbell rings, I frown, then trudge through the living room towards the front door. “Better not be selling something at this time of night,” I say loudly. Without checking the peephole, I fling the door open ready to be a total prick but then freeze.
“Bren?”
“Turns out I already met Mr. Right, too.” A big, bright smile spreads across Bren’s face, his eyes sparkling in the evening light.
“But—what? Bren, what does that—”
“Just shut it and come here.”
Bren surges forward, slamming me against the door and capturing my lips in a beautiful, bruising kiss. My temperature soars as his tongue connects with mine and all rational thought goes offline. My hungry hands grab and squeeze the muscles of his perfect bubble butt.
Needing control, I flip us, pinning Bren to the wall with my full weight and sucking on the pulse point of his throat.
“Fuck Bren,” I gasp, then attack his mouth once again, wanting to consume him. He groans sinfully, his voice low and rough, and I grind myself against him.
“Wait,” he says, pushing me backwards. “Should we talk first?”
“Are you mine?” I ask.
Bren nods. “Fuck yeah I’m yours.”
I grunt. That’s good enough for me. “Then talk later.”
Grabbing his hand, I drag him through the house towards my bedroom. Sure, I’d happily fuck him up against the door or bend him over the couch, but the lube is in the bedroom and I’m not going slow.
I kiss him hard, then shove him forcefully down onto the bed.
“Save the foreplay for later Davies and get those fuckin’ clothes off. I’m ready.”
I already have my T-shirt off, but the words, I’m ready, halt me for a second before I drop my shirt onto the floor. “What do you mean you’re ready?” I ask, eyes narrowing. “You douched, or you already stretched yourself open for me?”
Bren just laughs, already down to his tight, black briefs that leave nothing to the imagination, his erection straining against the fabric.
“What a presumptuous fucker,” I tease as I strip my trackies and boxers off in one go.
Bren stops laughing, his eyes widening in shock.
Panic douses my arousal. “Shit, you haven’t changed your mind already, have you?”
He slowly raises his hand, pointing at my chest. My eyes drop down, confused, until I realise. The tattoo. “Oh fuck! You don’t like it? Jeez, Bren, I’m sorry. I—I needed it. I needed a way to keep you near.”
He stands, eyes glued to the ink, then brushes his thumb across the letters. “Bren, I can get it re—” He cuts my words off with a kiss and we fall back onto the bed, rolling until his body is over mine. The kiss is deep and determined and answers every one of my questions.
Bren drags his teeth over my jaw and kisses down my neck, drawing a rumbling moan from deep in my chest. His tongue circles my left nipple while his fingertips tease the right, pre-cum leaking from my attention-seeking dick. I’m in fucking heaven.
“Straddle me, baby. Please,” I say, the neediness in my voice making me flush with embarrassment.
Bren does as I ask, wiggling his hips until my cock nestles between his ass cheeks.
He traces the letters of his name above my pec.
“Ky, I love it, but what I need right now is for you to lube up and fuck me like you own me.” I need no further invitation and reach over to the bedside table to retrieve the bottle from the drawer.
I fuck him in some of my favourite positions: both of us kneeling with one arm wrapped around his chest and the other around his leaking cock, whispering dirty things in his ear; reverse cowboy, watching my cock disappear in and out of his perfect ass, his hips rolling provocatively and sending me close to the edge.
Needing to catch our breaths and ease back from orgasm, we lay down on our sides and fuck slowly with our bodies flush.
Finally, Bren pushes me onto my back once again, straddling me, but still on his feet, and bounces on my cock until his thighs burn.
I’m a babbling mess, an incoherent string of oh baby and fuck and yes falling from my lips.
When the ache in my balls is too much, I manhandle Bren onto his back and hoist one leg over my shoulder.
Sliding back into his wet warmth, I groan at how deep I can thrust at this angle.
Quickly, I build to a punishing speed, the sound of our bodies slapping together bringing me to the brink of orgasm.
Sweat drips down my spine and shimmers on Bren’s smooth, flushed skin.
“Yes, yes, harder. Yes, fuck me, fuck me!” he yells as he jerks his cock.
Bren comes first, shooting over his chest and abs, his ass milking my dick with every pulse.
The sight of his orgasm is all I need, and I thrust with brutal intent, pushing my seed deep into his body.
Pleasure explodes as time seems to slow down, my climax all-consuming.
“Ky,” Bren says, reaching for me. I fall into his arms, completely spent.
Minutes pass before I reluctantly pull out. I kiss him tenderly, then make my way down his body, licking across his chest and stomach, collecting his cum. The taste of him in my mouth makes me hum contentedly, my eyes fluttering closed as I place kitten licks to his soft, sensitive cock.
“Jesus Ky, get up here.”
We settle facing each other, legs tangled together and hands wandering leisurely over cooling skin.
I place kisses all over his face—his cheeks, nose, eyelids, temples—and we doze in and out of sleep for a while.
We should probably shower, I think, but make no effort to move.
“Bren, I can’t believe you’re really here,” I whisper, running my hand through his damp hair.
“Are you okay? Do you wanna talk about it?”
His eyes open and meet mine, his hand coming up to stroke my cheek.
“I think I’m okay. I left yesterday. The last couple of months I’ve felt so lost, and I didn’t know what to do.
Stace told me my heart would decide, so when Chris confronted me about how I felt about you, I couldn’t deny it anymore.
There wasn’t even a fight. The split was amicable. ”
“Where did you stay last night?”
“A motel. My stuff is still there. I need to find somewhere to stay until I sort out where I’m goin’ to live.”
My body stiffens at his words and my eyes drift away, trying to hide my disappointment.
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
Forcing myself to look at Bren, I’m met with concern.
“Ky, what’s goin’ on? Talk to me.”
“I just… I thought we were going to be together now that you’ve left Chris. I shouldn’t have assumed.”
He frowns. “Of course we’re gonna be together. You just fucked my brains out and I’m lyin’ naked in your bed. How much more together do you want?”
“But you said you’re going to find your own place.”
“Well, yeah, of course. You have Lu. I can’t just bust in on your lives.”
“You wouldn’t be,” I protest. “I’ve told Lu all about you.
About us. And she wants me to be happy. She’s about to turn sixteen, and she’s busy with her friends and netball.
I’ll talk to her to make sure she’s okay with it, but I know she will be.
Bren, at least stay for the weekend. At least think about it before you decide. ”
He’s silent for a while, studying my face. “Don’t you need time to think about it?”
“No,” I say, shaking my head. “I’ve had twenty years to think about it. I want you. I need you in my life, by my side. Haven’t we already lost too much time?”
Bren almost looks convinced. “Okay, I’ll stay for the weekend. It’ll give us more time to talk this through. Honestly, it hadn’t even occurred to me that stayin’ here would be an option. Where is Lu, anyway?”
“She’s at a sleepover. She’ll be home tomorrow around lunchtime.”
Bren’s face lights up. “Are you sayin’ we’ve got the whole night to ourselves?”
I nod enthusiastically. “That’s exactly what I’m saying. And, regardless, this house has, shall we say, a convenient layout. Lu’s bedroom is at the opposite end of the house with its own bathroom. I can’t even hear her talking to her friends from here.”
“So you think we could fuck and she wouldn’t hear us?”
“Well, you’d have to tone it down a bit. The moans, the swearing, and the screaming orgasms.”
Bren slaps my ass hard. “Fuck off, you make just as much noise as I do.”
“Do not, you’re a slutty bitch in bed.”
Bren feigns offense and then proceeds to tickle me, right in the ribs where he knows I’m most ticklish. I dissolve into laughter, squirming as I try to get away. “Okay, okay, stop. I admit it, we’re both loud.”
“That’s better. Now kiss me.”