Chapter Thirteen #3
Kash knew everything Ledger liked. He would not disappoint.
Once he had Ledger’s pants off, Kash stood and peeled off his jeans.
He moved to lock the door too. No one believed in privacy around here.
With Ledger splayed on his stomach, waiting for Kash, Kash somehow got harder at the sight.
He grabbed the lube and settled between Ledger’s legs.
Kash urged Ledger onto his knees. The moment he had the asshole that belonged to him on display, Kash didn’t hold back.
He dove in face first. The sound Ledger made had Kash’s dick leaking.
Kash swore he walked away from every sexual encounter with Ledger never remembering anything except how much Ledger made him feel.
“Goddamn, Kash. That feels good. You’re fucking amazing with that tongue.”
Kash pulled away and brought the lube into play. “I’m amazing with every part of my body. You shouldn’t forget it.” He fingered Ledger’s asshole.
Another deep moan muffled by pillow caressed Kash’s ears. “As if anyone could forget this.”
The way Ledger always stroked his ego was a massive high. A thought hit, almost ruining the moment. “You’re probably still sore. I shouldn’t do this.”
Ledger’s head shot up. He glared at Kash over his shoulder. “Are you fucking kidding me? Get inside of me, right now.”
A smile exploded across Kash’s face. “Yes, sir. The boss has spoken.” Kash got to work pressing his way inside before Ledger had time to argue.
He didn’t like being called the boss, but he was.
Ledger ruled every second of Kash’s life.
As he went hilt deep, the memory of the way Ledger had looked at him while sitting on the beach overwhelmed him again.
That was the first time Kash had seen Ledger look at him with the same longing Kash secretly carried.
He kissed Ledger’s back again and waited for the urge to cry to pass.
Kash slowly rocked inside Ledger, doing his best to make sure he hit that hotspot inside.
Ledger whimpered.
The lump in Kash’s throat grew bigger. He could never tell anyone how much he had felt that night.
It was like the sound of the ocean blocked out the world.
Kash had stared at Ledger, and love alongside the unfairness of it all had cut through Kash.
He had seen his future with Ledger and hadn’t known how to get here.
Now he was set to marry Ledger, and he couldn’t believe it.
No one could know how he had ached. That night, reality had landed on Kash like an anvil, crushing him as he realized—for the first time in his life—someone genuinely loved him, and he couldn’t have him.
Before Kash saw it coming, he found himself on his back with Ledger staring down at him, looking worried. “Why are you crying?”
Kash hadn’t even noticed. He sniffed. “You’re marrying me. You’re really doing it.”
Ledger’s expression cleared. He lowered himself onto Kash’s erection, making every muscle in Kash’s abdomen flex with lust. Ledger’s gaze never moved from holding Kash’s stare.
“I’m really marrying you. It can’t happen fast enough.
Since our wedding isn’t today, the best I can do is make love to you while hoping you feel how much you’re cherished. ”
Ledger made it hard to think, much less overthink. The way he rode Kash had him aroused beyond using his brain.
Ledger’s expression turned into the hottest of porn. His cheeks were flushed, and his lips slightly parted. He tilted his chin up—like there wasn’t enough oxygen to support how close he was. Kash could watch him all day.
“That’s it, beautiful. Ride me. I want to wear your cum. Fuck, you’re beautiful when you blow. Let me see it.”
The cords of Ledger’s neck strained. He was so close, Kash swore he could taste Ledger’s orgasm.
When it hit, Kash gasped. The way Ledger’s asshole felt as he spit cum was like seeing heaven.
When Kash exploded, he couldn’t look away from Ledger as he pumped him full of cum.
Ledger was his forever. Kash wanted to shout it to the world.
The expression Valon wore while strumming a guitar was mesmerizing.
Marc was man enough to admit he was starstruck.
Valon’s curly silver hair was in a bun, but the shorter curls in the front kept escaping.
Valon looked lost and sad. Young and vulnerable.
Damn. He was only five years younger than Marc.
Why did he look so young? Valon just seemed so fresh-faced and innocent.
The person in front of him didn’t match the man Marc had watched on stage.
He didn’t know if he should say he had been to a few of Valon’s concerts and ruin the moment.
Maybe the mask would fall back into place if he knew Marc was a fan.
He liked this version too much to watch Valon hide.
“What do you enjoy doing?” Valon’s chin lifted. His dark blue eyes latched onto Marc as if he had never disappeared inside his music.
Marc had to search his mind with Valon looking at him as if he really cared. “Um. I like football. Watching, not playing.”
Valon smiled, making the world seem brighter. “Really? You look like you’ve played a game or two in your life.”
“I have. That was back in high school, though.”
“What made you stop at high school level?”
Marc shrugged. “Reality hit. Not everyone has what it takes to make it to pro level. I didn’t have what it takes.”
Valon’s gaze moved over Marc’s face. “I wonder where I’d be right now if Kash hadn’t forced me past that belief.
” He strummed the guitar absentmindedly while staring into space.
It was like he went somewhere else for a moment before his gaze returned to Marc.
“Don’t mind me. I always overthink everything.
You seem like a nice person. You deserved to have your dreams come true.
I didn’t.” He looked down at his hands, as if he couldn’t handle anyone looking at him any longer.
Marc felt the loss of his attention. He wanted Valon’s eyes on him. “Is it okay if I ask you a personal question?”
When Valon’s chin lifted this time, he was smiling again. “You’re about to be very personally in my life all hours of the day, so I’d say it’s fine.”
He supposed that was true. Keeping someone as hugely popular as Valon safe would take a lot more than he had ever given. “You can always tell me to mind my business. I won’t be offended. Are you unhappy where you are?”
Valon’s smile turned fake.
Marc immediately regretted the question, most especially when Valon answered.
“Why would I be unhappy? I’m a star.”
Valon shrugged. “So? Both can be true at the same time. You’re still a person with feelings, like everyone else.”
For a moment, Valon went back to watching his fingers on the guitar strings. Finally, he looked up again. “How do you see being with me all the time going?”
The question wasn’t sarcastic, or sound like he was about to remind Marc he was the boss.
So, Marc treated it as genuine. “Well, you’re the boss.
It’s my job to keep you safe, and I expect at least some cooperation in that.
I don’t want you to get hurt, but if you don’t want me to watch you, I won’t see a thing.
I’m not here to micromanage you or judge you.
In fact, I won’t judge you or think badly of you for doing whatever, as long as you’re not hurting anyone else.
Just be you. Pretend I’m not here when it suits you.
But if you want to be friends, I’d like that too. ”
Marc swore he saw a weight lift from Valon’s shoulders. Valon never looked away from him. “No. I’m not happy.”
Marc dipped his chin and acknowledged the words. “Okay. We’ll work on that.”
A sweet smile touched Valon’s lips. He went back to his music.
After a moment, he began to sing while Marc stared at him in awe.
He saw what Ledger and Kash meant. Valon had something that made him special.
In his presence, it was undeniable. But something about this life was killing him.
Marc wouldn’t stop until he found out what.