Chapter 7 #2
Kit was young and people his age changed their mind more often than their underwear.
When he got back to New Gothenburg, he’d decide I wasn’t worth the trouble, attracted or not.
Maybe if we fucked, he’d see exactly what he was chasing and lose interest on his own.
Young men always wanted what they couldn’t have.
Hell, I did when I was in my early twenties, and that was why I joined the navy.
My mom had forbidden me from signing up, but as soon as I hit eighteen, she couldn’t stop me.
It didn’t help that my brother joined because of me. And now he was dead, and Mom—
No. I wasn’t going there. I hadn’t thought of her in years, and I refused to torment myself.
“Do you want to. . . you know?” He buried his face against my jaw, and the feel of his lips on my skin stiffened my spine. My cock noticed the nice, warm caress and twitched.
“What?” I smirked. “Do I want to what?”
“Are you seriously going to make me say it?” He chuckled.
“Fuck yeah, I am.” I couldn’t believe I was having this conversation with him. Sex was emotionless for me. It was about getting off and moving on to the next person, but Kit wasn’t a faceless screw. He was my boss’s son.
“Fine. Do you want to fuck me?” He pressed against my side with a groan.
I had two choices. Take what he was offering, give him one night to burn out this fever, and hope we could go back to New Gothenburg and pretend it never happened. Or, I could keep fighting this, drawing out the tension until it snapped and destroyed us both. There was no clean way out.
“Come with me.” I slipped my hand into his, tugging him away from the water.
As we walked toward the mansion, his fingers intertwined with mine.
The barroom buzzed with activity. Drinkers and dancers alike ignored us as we wove through them and out the other side.
I pulled Kit up the stairs and back to our room, shutting the door roughly behind us.
I flipped on the light switch so I got a good look at him. His cheeks were flushed bright red, his hair a windswept mess. His pupils were large and dilated and his mouth wet, as though he’d been sucking on his lips.
My stomach warmed and my cock hardened at the mere sight of his desire.
Need danced in his gaze as it roamed across me, taking in every inch, and I hadn’t even removed my clothes.
Yet, he stared at me with a raw hunger that stripped away everything but the need between us.
It was a look that made me feel like I was the only thing standing in the room.
Until we get home, I promised myself. This was it.
“I need you to be honest with me,” I grunted, forcing myself to focus. “How many guys have you been with, Kit?”
I knew the answer. He was too innocent to have been with many people.
I’d heard enough from Derek about how he’d instructed Leland to purposely intercept guys interested in Kit until Derek could do a background check on them.
By then, the guys had moved on. Everything the boss did was precise.
He took protecting Kit to the extreme—maybe too far.
He’d tried the same with Kit’s brother, but Sky had caught on much quicker.
He’d packed up his shit and left as soon as he could.
Derek bitched a lot about his second son.
Kit caught his bottom lip between his teeth, sucking on it. “No one.”
I screwed my eyes shut. Shit. I had hoped for maybe one or two.
“But, I want you,” he said, voice dropping. “I’ve thought about it. About you. The way you hold things. The way you look at me. I want to feel that. All of it. Give it to me.”
The words were dirty coming from his mouth.
I’d never heard him curse so much until tonight.
In my fantasy version of him, he wasn’t capable of it.
And then, in my jerk-off sessions, I imagined being the one who taught him those words, taught him worse ones.
I’d watch as that careful, clean version of Kit came apart at the seams until there was nothing left of it. Until he looked something like me.
“War.” He shuffled forward, laying a palm on my chest. His long black lashes fluttered against his pale skin.
Grasping my hand, he dragged it to his throat and rearranged my fingers around his neck.
Bruises already marred the skin there from my earlier episode, and I hated how dark they’d grown.
As much as I enjoyed marking my men, I didn’t enjoy doing it from a flashback.
I needed control of my actions. “I want you to choke me. Hold me down as you fuck into me. Drive your cock into my hole, your balls slapping against me.” He shivered, and I smiled, recognizing the clear signs of his fervent anticipation—or he’d watched too much porn.
“Take my virginity. Make me yours. Come inside me.”
The last sentence locked my muscles. “You shouldn’t let anyone come inside you without a condom unless you’re dating them seriously, Kit.” I released his neck and cupped his face. “Never give anyone that trust unless you know them and see their results.”
“But I know you.”
“Do you?” I raised my eyebrows. “When’s my birthday?”
He blinked. “ April?”
“No. August.” I clenched my teeth. “Where was I born?”
His mouth turned downward and he let out a whine. “War.”
“Where. Was. I. Born?” I brushed my nose over his, our lips so close yet so far. “You don’t know, which means you shouldn’t trust me like that.”
He grinned and alarm bells rang in my head.
“You saved my life. Killed men for me. And now you’re lecturing me on safe sex.
I trust you because you’ve already proven you care.
” He tilted his chin toward me, our lips inches apart.
“So fuck me and shoot your load in my hole over and over again until it’s dripping out.
I want to feel you for weeks afterward. I want to look back on the first time we had sex and think, what a way to lose my V-card. “
My cock throbbed, caught in my underwear and on its way to being ready for action.
It didn’t care that Kit was a virgin and thinking with his libido, and usually, I wasn’t one to care, either.
But this wasn’t a stranger. Regardless of my horniness, Kit had wormed his way past the wall I’d built over these last few years. I cared about him.
“Since when do you talk like that?” I asked. I’d spent months thinking I had Kit figured out, and I couldn’t quite locate that version of him anywhere.
Kit snorted. “Do you remember when we first met?” His tongue slid across his upper lip. Even though our faces were still close, I tracked the movement with my gaze.
“Yeah. You were eighteen, at your graduation. Your dad had just hired me as his personal bodyguard, and he’d asked me to drive him there.”
It was hard to forget the moment I laid eyes on him.
I’d watched the way he looked at me, his stare traveling from my feet up the length of my body.
At the time, I thought it was because he couldn’t believe how big I was.
It must have been more. Fuck. Had I been so blind?
It had taken me years to see him as anything but Derek’s son.
“The night after I met you, I jacked off in the shower thinking about you.” His sweet mouth curled into a shy smile. “I imagined you throwing me around, fucking me into the bed.”
The vulgar words coming from his angelic lips provoked a reaction I didn’t expect. My cock was rock hard.
Kit grinned. He knew exactly what he was doing.
My image of him—the quiet student, the good son—was a fantasy I’d built to keep myself at a distance.
The man who fled his father, drank with bikers, and now stood here talking about jerking off to me was no fantasy.
He was real, and he was a complication I was done resisting.
I smirked.
The last of my restraint shattered, and all that was left was him. He wanted my world and the darkness I lived in. Fine. I was going to give it to him. I was going to break him open and claim every piece.