CHAPTER 69
TRENT
Kian comes strutting out of the building like he owns the world, and maybe he does. I would never know the difference. He’s a showstopper. He deserves to have all attention on him at all times, and it’s honestly surprising to me that he hasn’t been filming very much content for his OnlyFans. Not that I’ve been snooping or anything… Okay, I’ve definitely been snooping, but he hasn’t had a minute alone since we got back together.
I expected to see him more dejected or crestfallen, but instead his wide smile is visible across the parking lot. I left him inside, hoping he didn’t call me to come in, and went down to Malt’s to get his ice cream.
I’m so fucking proud of him, and if he wants ice cream, I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure he gets it. If he asked me for the sun, I would break into NASA headquarters and find a way to steal it. Like some cartoon super-villain.
He waves his hand when his eyes meet mine, and my smile widens to match his. His curls are blowing in the wind, and the breeze must bite through his jacket, because he wraps his arms tighter around his midsection. Maybe ice cream wasn’t the best option. I turn on his seat warmer and crank up the heat so he’ll be comfortable when he climbs in the front seat.
When he gets close enough, I jump out and meet him at the front bumper. “Hi, Freckles,” I say, pulling him into me and pressing a kiss against the crown of his head.
“Hi, Sunshine.” He nuzzles into my neck, and the tip of his nose is cold against the sensitive skin protecting my jugular.
I guide him to the passenger side and open the door for him. His ice cream, in a cone, is resting inside of the cup that I put it in to keep it from melting too badly and making a mess everywhere.
“You’re the freaking best boyfriend ever,” he remarks, pressing a kiss to my mouth. The smoothness of his lips mashing with mine, tasting of spearmint and something that is wholly him.
He gets in the car, and I shut the door behind him. Once I’m back in the truck, and Kian has his phone hooked up to the bluetooth, we’re off. I have a surprise for him, because I wasn’t sure how today would go. But I’ll wait for him to start the conversation about his session with Dana.
The first session was the hardest one for me. I don’t think that’s the case with Kian, though, the way he’s smiling and singing along to the music streaming through the speakers while he devours his ice cream. I don’t understand how he can still be so muscular, especially since we’ve both been skipping the gym.
However, we have been getting our cardio in… other ways. We haven’t gone all the way yet. I don’t want to push him outside of his comfort zone after everything we’ve been through. If he decides he wants to bottom, I will do that for him in a heartbeat, or if he wants to top me that’s fine, too. I’m versatile when it comes to Kian and sex. And the times we’ve been together intimately since the night he came back have been creative, and I’m not complaining.
A part of me wants him to record it and post it on OnlyFans. I want people to watch us and be jealous of the passion we have.
He hasn’t asked and I haven’t offered. I thought at first I would resent the idea, but after that time of him sitting on my face with blue lace panties on, my feelings have changed. He kept the video, but he swore up and down he wouldn’t share it with anyone, and I trust his word.
Still, the thought of logging on and seeing that video has my dick twitching in my pants.
Chill. We have plans. I try to shame my dick into complacency, hoping it will go down.
“Where are we going?” Kian asks, when instead of taking the turn to go to Mitch’s house like we originally planned, I keep going straight.
“Are you in a rush to go to Mitch’s? He’s not expecting us for another hour.” A slight lie, but I rearranged the plans with Mitch last night while Kian snored away with his head on my chest. It was easy enough to keep my voice down, but it was hard to keep my chuckles in when his snores were loud enough for Mitch to hear.
Mitch has been feeling better and doesn’t require a nurse anymore. Thank fuck. He went to the senior center again today, probably trying to win his woman back. I mean, he did ghost her while he was in treatment because he didn’t want her seeing him like that. His words not mine. Who knows, we might have a new stepmom in no time.
“No, but I just thought–” His face flushes, and I know exactly what he’s thinking.
“You are insatiable. Was this morning not enough for you?”
The images of him, bent over the couch while I fucked my fingers into him and choked on his cock assault my mind. And then him returning the favor and letting me come all over his face. It was degrading but so hot, seeing him covered in my release. Marking him as mine.
“No it was… But…” He nibbles on his bottom lip, and I risk a glance at him out of the corner of my eye.
“Truth?” I ask, relying on the one thing that grounds us when we have a hard time doing it ourselves.
“I was hoping we could do more. Not that what we’re doing isn’t good–” He’s quick to defend himself, and then clears his throat. “But I just… want to do more… with you…” He trails off, and I quickly check my rearview mirrors to make sure no one’s behind us before I pull over onto the shoulder.
“What?” he says, and I lean across the console. Grabbing a handful of his curly hair that I love so fucking much, I wrap my other hand around the side of his face and pull him closer to me.
Our noses are touching and I might be going slightly cross-eyed, but I don’t care. As I stare deep into his green eyes, the next words out of my mouth come from the depths of my heart. They’re something that has been ingrained in me in this life, every life I have lived before, and every life I live after. “I love you, Kian. I love you so fucking much. Whatever you want, whatever you need, I’m here to give to you. Everything I have is yours, all you have to do is ask.”