Chapter 42
Kyle
When my phone rings and I see Lu’s name on the screen, my first instinct is to panic. She never calls when she’s with James, only ever texts.
“You okay, pumpkin?” I ask as soon as I accept the call.
“Yeah Dad, I’m fine. I just thought you should know Papa got out of hospital yesterday. He was mugged. He looks really bad. His face is swollen and bruised, and he has a broken arm and two broken ribs.”
“Jesus Christ, really? Should you be over there this weekend then? Should I come get you? Is Xavier looking after him?”
“Yeah, he is. We’re going to watch a movie soon cos Papa can’t do much else. Not that we normally do anything together, anyway.” There’s a pause. “Dad, I’ve decided I don’t want to spend weekends here anymore. I think I’ll just visit for dinner once a fortnight, if that’s okay?”
“Of course it’s okay. Call me if you want to come home. Even if it’s late at night. Anytime.”
“Okay I will, but I think I should stay while he’s hurt. Look, I gotta go. Love you, Dad.”
“Love you more. Bye pumpkin.”
“Bye Dad.”
I place my phone on the kitchen counter then slowly walk down the hall to the bedroom. My instincts are telling me something I’m not sure I want to know.
Stopping in the doorway, I watch Bren take off his work shirt before speaking. “That was Lu on the phone.”
He turns to face me, face concerned. “Is she okay?”
“She’s fine, but James got mugged and just arrived home from hospital.”
Bren averts his eyes, discarding his work pants and pulling on grey trackies. He doesn’t respond.
“Bren? Do you have anything more to say about that?”
He raises his eyebrows and huffs out a breath. “Guess that’s fuckin’ unfortunate for him. What were his injuries?”
“Lu said he has a bruised and swollen face, two broken ribs and a broken arm.”
“Shit, sounds serious. But I don’t give a fuck.” He saunters over and looks me straight in the eyes. “What? You suddenly care about your ex-husband?”
“Bren,” I say slowly. “What did you do?”
He turns, retrieving his work pants from the floor then throws them in the hamper. “Didn’t do shit, Davies. Maybe he finally got what was comin’ to him.”
I know he’s lying his ass off. It seems like Brendan Young went all upper-class thug and hired someone to do his dirty work because there’s not a single scratch on him. Despite myself, my dick hardens. “Bren?” I walk across the room and press my chest to his back, moaning at the contact.
“What’s got you so horny?” he asks, the smile evident in his voice.
I slide my arms around his waist and then slip one hand inside his boxers as I lick up the curve of his neck. He’s already hard too, and I tease the slit and frenulum with my thumb, humming when he gets wet for me.
I murmur in his ear. “The same thing that’s got you horny, I guess.”
While dragging Bren’s trackies and boxers down over his hips, I suck hard on his neck, determined to mark my man.
He groans, his head lolling back onto my shoulder.
Tugging my own pants down to my thighs, I slide my shaft between his perfectly rounded ass cheeks.
“Were you defending my honour?” I whisper, nibbling on his earlobe.
Bren hums a laugh and rocks his ass back against my cock.
“Ky, you belong to me, and nobody disrespects what’s mine.”
Flipping him around roughly, I wrap my hand around both our cocks and stroke slowly. I hungrily lick into his mouth as pleasure builds. When I pull away, Bren looks lust drunk. “If I belong to you, then perhaps you should prove it.”
There’s a low rumble in his throat, then he manhandles me over to the bed, shoving me down and stripping me of my clothes. The rarity of Bren topping and dominating me has my heart beating like thunder.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he commands, grabbing the lube from beside the bed.
Turning to watch him slick up his fingers, his gaze firmly on my ass, has me both nervous and excited.
“Such a pretty hole,” he praises.
Leaning forward he blows over my entrance, his hot breath tickling the sensitive skin.
When he licks over my hole my eyes roll back in my head.
While I love eating ass, I can count the times it’s been done to me on one hand.
And the way Bren is lapping and feasting on me is making me wonder why I don’t let him rim me more often. “Oh fuck, baby. Feels so good.”
“Been tellin’ you. But you’re so fuckin’ tight. Relax and let me in.”
My hand flies to my cock, which is dripping pre-cum, and I give it a good, firm tug. I focus on relaxing and soon Bren’s tongue is dipping inside me, sending me crazy. I think of him defending my honour, protecting me, and delivering justice on James and I spread my ass cheeks wider.
“Want you to own me,” I say, desperate to feel him inside me.
Bren grunts, then slaps my ass. “You better hang onto something, cos I’m feelin’ all kinds of possessive.” His finger circles my rim and then pushes slowly inside.
“Holy fuck!” I cry out, breathing as deeply as I can. He slowly finger fucks me, giving my prostate all the attention I need. “Oh yeah!” I sigh, the burn giving way to pleasure. “Feels good.”
“Yeah? You ready for more?”
I nod and he pulls out and inserts two fingers this time. Soon enough I’m throwing my ass back and desperate for more. “Bren, baby, please just fuck me.”
“Patience babe, I don’t wanna hurt you.”
“You’d never hurt me; you always protect me. Take care of me.”
Bren adds a third finger, and I groan at the stretch. My cock needs attention, but I resist, focusing on the pleasure building in my ass.
“I wanted to bury that motherfucker for what he did to you.”
“Tell me why Bren. Put your thick cock in me and tell me why.”
He removes his fingers and lubes up his cock while I impatiently wait. I pant when his cockhead pushes at my entrance, gasping as it pops past the ring of muscles. Bren holds still, giving my body time to stretch and adjust, lovingly caressing my back.
“You’re beautiful babe. Opening up for me. You’re all mine.”
“Tell me why you wanted to bury that motherfucker,” I demand again, needing to hear him say it.
Bren thrusts, slow and controlled at first, but soon he picks up the pace, my vision blurring with the overwhelming sensation. Having him inside me is exactly what I need today.
He slaps my ass, and I moan again.
“You know why, Ky. Cos nobody fuckin’ hurts you and gets away with it. Nobody. Now get on your back for me.”
He pulls out carefully and I flip over, holding my knees back, open and ready for him. He pushes in quickly this time and resumes thrusting, our eyes locked on one another.
“You’re fuckin’ mine, Ky. I’m gonna come deep in your ass.”
“Yeah, that’s it, baby. Give me your load. I’m yours. Look at you, you’re so fucking sexy.” I reach up and play with his nipples, then pull him to me.
He kisses me, hungry and forceful, and I slip my hand between our bodies, jerking myself. I want to come with him. “Come, baby.”
He thrusts hard, then holds deep inside as he claims me, fills me, owns me. My own orgasm hits, pleasure spreading to every part of my body. We kiss through it, shaking and shuddering.
It takes a long time to catch our breaths, and all the while Bren stays inside me.
“Damn Davies, what the hell was that?”
I chuckle, stroking up and down his sweat-soaked back. “I guess the bad boy I fell in love with twenty years ago still turns me on.”
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Bren slowly pulls out and inspects my ass.
“Jesus, don’t look at it like that,” I say, embarrassed.
“I was gonna lick my cum up like you do to me, but your almost-virgin pussy is already closed tight and keeping it in there.” Bren chuckles but then his face grows concerned. “Seriously, I didn’t hurt you, did I? I fucked you pretty hard.”
I sit up and plant a loving kiss to his lips. “Well, I’m sure I’m gonna be walking funny tomorrow, but no, you didn’t hurt me. I loved every minute of it.”
“Yeah? I don’t mind toppin’ once in a while. I enjoyed it, too. But you’re still gonna rail me later tonight, right?”
I burst into laughter. “Yeah, I’m gonna rail you.
I’ll always want to top you ninety-nine per cent of the time, that’s never gonna change.
And just so we’re clear, don’t go doing anything stupid like that again.
But,” I pause, cupping his face and looking into his dark chocolate eyes, “thank you and I love you.”
“I love you, too.”