Chapter 9 #2
He threw his head back and laughed, and I took the moment to appreciate the curve of his neck and the way the cords of his throat popped out of creamy skin. I imagined this was what he’d look like when I fucked him good and hard, but instead of laughing, he’d moan and whimper and beg for more.
“The good news for me is that he’s as straight as an arrow.” I winked.
“Arrows can bend,” he shot back, and this time it was me who laughed.
“I’m sure plenty would bend for you.”
His face flushed again and he ducked his head, sucking another sip of his smoothie through the straw. “What about you? Gay?”
“Bi,” I answered easily. “I like women and men. Usually prefer women, but I have a weak spot for pretty men.” I let my gaze slide down his torso, taking in the tight white T-shirt that stretched across his pecs and biceps, testing the quality of the material. “Pretty men with big muscles.”
For a brief second, I thought of Oliver. He wasn’t as big as KC, but the curve of his lips was captivating, along with the fire in his brown eyes.
“Fuck.” He groaned and hid his face in his palms.
I curled my fingers around his right wrist and tugged his hand down so I could stroke my thumb over the inside of his arm, tracing bright blue veins that wove a path up to his inner elbow. “Am I embarrassing you?”
“Yes.” His cheeks were on fire, burning with so much heat I could practically feel it drifting from him. “I’m trying to act calm and collected, but you’re really hot, so it’s fucking hard.”
“Hard, huh?” I waggled my eyebrows, earning another laugh. “Me too. Been hard since I splashed your drink all over your sexy chest and you flashed those nipples at me.”
“Oh my God.” His chin dropped forward in an aborted attempt at hiding again, but instead of slapping a hand over his face, he stared up at me. “Okay, enough. Are we going to sit here and get each other hard or are you going to take me someplace and fuck me?”
My eyebrows hitched high on my forehead. “KC, I thought you were a good boy when I met you.” I smirked as I shoved to my feet. “My apartment’s nearby. We can be there in five minutes.”
KC stood, swaying a little. I seized his elbow to steady him, and he frowned.
He shook his head and smiled. “I’m fine.
Sorry. Dizziness came out of nowhere. Let’s go.
” He didn’t give me time to argue. His hand slid into mine and he yanked me with the kind of strength that had my cock perking up with interest. I preferred to be the one in control, but I loved a challenge, a man who could test my endurance. We headed outside.
“Should we walk or—”
“No.” I led him toward Shakira. “We’ll take my Mustang. I’ll give you money for an Uber later so you can get your Jeep.”
“Oh.” He pulled me to a stop in front of my car, his gaze roaming the bodywork with awe. He made love to Shakira with his eyes, taking in every one of her curves with the look of a lovestruck fool, and honestly, I couldn’t blame him one bit.
“Her name’s Shakira.” I smirked, pleased that he could see her beauty the way I did.
“I’m in love,” he murmured.
“Hey now, eyes off my girl.” I slid behind him and snaked an arm around his waist. Smoothing my fingers over his abs above his shirt, I nuzzled my nose against the side of his neck, breathing him in. The scent of cedarwood mixed with sweat tickled my nostrils and my cock twitched again.
He smelled so fucking good. All I wanted to do was take him home, wrap him up in my arms, and fuck deep into his tight ass. “Do you want to be inside her? She’s warm and the leather is slick.”
KC’s chest rumbled with laughter, and then he groaned miserably. “I can’t. I’m sorry. This is wrong on so many levels.”
I laid a kiss just below his ear, savoring the sensation against my lips, before I nudged his hip with my hand. Pleasure bloomed in my chest, along with the urge to dominate him. My blood sizzled.
Yes, he was hot, but he was also Luke’s boyfriend’s son. I couldn’t forget why I was doing this. Enjoying myself was perfectly fine, but I wouldn’t get lost in the sex or the heat of his body or the touch of his muscles under my fingers.
I chuckled anyway and led him to Shakira’s passenger door.
Once he was seated inside, I went to the driver’s side and slid in.
The vibrations of her engine shook my bones in all the most pleasant ways, and I closed my eyes to take a second to enjoy the way her rumble buried itself deep in my chest, right alongside my heart.
“She purrs,” KC murmured, and I hummed in agreement as I guided her out of the parking spot and onto the street.
I glanced at his hand resting against his thigh, big with long fingers that spread across the width of his large quad. I imagined his palm and fingers wrapped around my cock, and even though I was thick, I bet he could easily strangle my dick.
KC said something and I caught the tail end of it. “Would you like to come?”
Yes. Yes, I definitely wanted to come, preferably deep in his hole.
“What?” I asked, forcing myself to focus on the road. I didn’t want to crash Shakira before I had the chance to fuck the pretty redhead beside me.
“My first football game of the season is this weekend. Would you like to come?”
“Will your other lover be there?” I teased, earning a shy smile.
“He usually doesn’t watch football. My pa and his boyfriend will be, though.” His eyes widened and he spluttered. “I’m not asking you to meet them, I swear. I won’t tell them you’ll be there.”
As far as KC’s pa was concerned, I wasn’t worried.
According to Moyle’s report, he was a hairstylist and not someone I should be worried about.
He was soft spoken and polite, and how my brother managed to score a good-looking dude, I had no idea.
Luke was an issue, though. He couldn’t see me.
The moment he laid eyes on me, he’d know something was up.
We hadn’t talked since he’d left LA, even though he’d tried to call me, and coincidences like me dating his boyfriend’s son didn’t happen that easily. While Luke came off as an idiot, he wasn’t one.
I could go to KC’s game, but I’d need to be careful. Wear a cap and keep my head low. It was too warm for a hoodie, so I couldn’t hide my face that way, either. Doing something so silly would only draw attention to me.
“I’d love to come along, see you in those tight pants.” I winked, and he laughed, the sound guttural and low, coming from deep in his chest.
I turned onto my street and took my car through to the building’s residential parking, finding my spot and turning off Shakira as soon as I drove into it.
KC was out the door before I had time to kill the ignition.
He was waiting for me beside the elevator, tapping his foot with impatience I hadn’t expected, but the sight made the pit of my stomach grow heavy with desire.
We didn’t speak as the elevator carried us up to the eighth floor, and then I led him to my apartment. As soon as I managed to get the key in and unlock the door, he swept past me, a man with a plan.
He wanted to get fucked.
The thought of his desperation set me alight. My cock was half hard and ready for the action to start.
Despite his hunger, though, KC hesitated once we were inside and I’d closed the door.
“Can I use your bathroom?” he asked.
“Hmm. Down the hallway and first door on the right. If you need to douche, I have a new kit in the bottom drawer of my cabinet.”
The sound that bubbled out of KC wasn’t quite a laugh, though it was close. Rather, it was more a grumble of embarrassment as he tucked his chin into his chest. “I’ve already . . . . I just . . . . Yeah.” He rushed to the bathroom, and the snap of the door sent a chuckle through me.
I listened to the faucet running and an idea came to me. It was clear Oliver had moved in a way I hadn’t expected, and now it was my turn.
I didn’t lose.
Hated losing.
When I played, it was to win and nothing else.
I yanked my phone out of my pocket and called Wylie.
“Yeah?” he answered.
I kept my voice low as I spoke. “It’s me. I don’t have much time, so listen. I need you to do me a favor. Do you remember that guy I chased yesterday?”
“Yeah.”
The toilet flushed.
I kept my phone pressed tight to my ear.
“I’m going to send you his number. It’s from my private investigator.
He’s going to ask where you got it, don’t answer him.
Tell him I want to talk and give him my address.
Tell him to come over now. Don’t fuck around.
I have something I want to discuss with him. ”
Wylie snorted. “I’m not even going to ask, Boss. Send the number over.”
“Good man.” I ended the call, sent the number, and then threw my phone onto the coffee table in front of the couch.
I was still in the process of moving in, so boxes were scattered across my apartment.
But my furniture had arrived a few days ago, and everything was in its rightful place.
The open-plan kitchen spilled into the living room, and the area was soaked in sunshine from wide windows.
The natural light streamed inside, illuminating the dark vinyl flooring and gray walls.
My couch was white to offset the black pieces that filled the space.
I took a seat on the couch to wait for KC, and he didn’t take long to emerge from the bathroom without his shirt hiding all those beautiful muscles.
He exhaled, then smiled shyly, stealing my breath. “Fuck me?”
How could I say no to that?