Chapter 6 Sky
Sky
We ended up running into a little deli between the manor and the bungalow I rented from Jetty.
It was quick, and they had excellent chicken salad.
I was trying really hard to maintain my chill about King asking to spend time with me and agreeing so easily to come to my place, but it was hard.
Especially once we stopped at his house and he ran in for an overnight bag.
I fist-pumped in my mind as the angels sang. He was officially mine for the night. Not just in my dreams, but in my bed.
As soon as the front door closed, King dropped his duffel, took the white deli bag out of my hands, set it on the nearest table, and then he was on me.
Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I hopped up, grinning against his mouth like an idiot when he gripped my hips and spun us so I was wedged between his big beautiful body and the door.
His tongue licked between my lips, tasting me like I was his favorite flavor. Damn, I was here for it because he was definitely mine.
I wondered what had gotten into him, but who cared? There was no way I was stopping what was going on here when I could just ask him later.
“How about you invite me into your bedroom?”
Studying his face, I saw the seriousness under his teasing tone.
Hell yeah! We were doing this. Finally. Not that I was complaining about all the rubbing off on each other or the blow jobs we’d snuck in, and I really wasn’t complaining about how well King played my body, but I’d always sensed a part of him holding back.
Since I’d expected to have to take the lead for anything sexual between us, I’d thus far been pleasantly surprised. And more than happy with each and every orgasm, so I hadn’t pushed for more. Me, Skylar Reign, had been content to take it at his pace.
Sorta.
Kinda.
It wasn’t that I needed anal to be satisfied, but whatever block he had that kept him from my bed or me out of his—at least every other night—had been poking at my insecurities. The ones I tried to hide and deny I even had.
But the look on his face now? It held desire and want, and I also saw raw need. A need that went beyond us getting off, but a longing to be intimate with the person who mattered.
In this case, me. Boy, was I here for that! Cupping his beloved face in my hands, I dropped the flirty teasing that permeated so many of our interactions. “Kingston Porter, will you please take me to bed?”
I felt the tension as it drained from his body. “It would be my pleasure.” His gaze traced my face tenderly as he carried me into my room, laying me out in the middle of my bed and coming down on top of me. “Hello.”
I huffed a laugh, nerves sparking up my spine.
What the hell was wrong with me? I’d been around, and I wasn’t ashamed of that fact.
I liked men. I liked sex. I liked to feel good.
I didn’t feel a lick of shame about that.
I also usually didn’t get nervous. I’d made a habit of never going home with someone who gave me creeper vibes or felt even the slightest bit icky or unsafe.
Like, I knew how to do this. One of the reasons I leaned toward bossy bottom was because I knew how to do it better than most, thank you very much.
A fact that I was extremely proud of—not that I walked around bragging about it or anything.
Well, except to Chance, which then meant Jetty as well, and yes, Harry and Buck ended up included as they listened to me reminisce about my promiscuous past.
But that was all. I drew the line at Scotty hearing any of that.
That poor kid had suffered under the cruel and mocking words of his ex—along with said douche bag bringing him here like some romantic getaway when all he’d really wanted was to see Chance.
Scotty had stuck up for himself in the end, but we all knew his self-worth had taken a hit.
Then there was his brother, Stevie, whose life had been cut short before he had a chance to really live it.
The way he stuck by his brother’s side, even though he’d passed on, was admirable, but it felt like rubbing salt into an open wound to brag about things he’d never experienced because he’d been taking care of his little brother until his last breath.
Yeah, they’d been through it, and now they were surrounded by couples falling in love. Unless I was getting this all wrong, that included me and King.
King tilted his head. “What’s wrong?”
“I…uh. Nothing.”
He scowled playfully. “No. Something.” He poked gently at a spot between my eyebrows. “Your skin is pinching right here.”
Aghast, I pushed his hand away with mine. “No way. My skin doesn’t pinch.”
“Bunch?” he suggested teasingly.
“Oh my gosh, no. How can you even suggest such a thing? That leads to…” I trailed off, like saying the dreaded word would be like an invitation to the universe. Yeah, no thank you.
“Wrinkles?”
“Get off me, you brute. Now you’re just being mean.”
Tucking his face into the side of my neck and sliding his arms under me to hold me close to him, I felt his body quaking with laughter.
Half-heartedly, I thumped his back. “Just mean.”
He licked a stripe across my skin, murmuring, “Poor, baby.” At my huff of disdain, he nibbled on my earlobe. “I’m sorry. What can I do to make it better?”
He ground down on top of me, and I felt the hard length of his dick. Well, okay. My own cock twitched, excited by the reaction from my mate. Wait. Mate? Sure, soulmate, destiny, blah, blah, blah, but this wasn’t some wolf shifter romance or something. Why was I thinking—
I gasped as King adjusted our position, flipping us so I was on top of him. “Maybe you’ll quit getting lost in your head if you’re on top.” He threw his arms above his head. “Have your way with me.”
“That’s an offer I can’t refuse.” Leaning down, I sucked his full bottom lip into my mouth.
Focusing on him and driving all the other hundreds of thought bubbles that tried to pop into my head away.
Pushing my tongue into his mouth, I drank in his groan while reaching down and tugging at his arms. I wanted his hands on me as much as I wanted to touch him.
As soon as he got the hint, I smoothed my palms under his shirt and over the top of his heated skin.
Rucking his shirt up as I went, and not stopping until my fingertips grazed over his nipples.
He gasped. His fingers clenched my thighs as our tongues tangled in a dance as old as time, and I flicked the dark disks.
But I knew us. How quickly we went from hesitant and careful around each other to combusting. Never getting to that place that I’d been longing for. Pulling back from him slowly, I said, “I really want you inside me tonight.”
King’s pupils blew, and he manhandled me again, moving us into a kneeling position on the center of my bed. “I guess this means you want me, too,” I teased.
Staring into my soul like no one else ever had before, he took off his shirt.
Let it never be said that I didn’t know how to get with the program quickly.
As I stood on the bed, I peeled off my shirt, then immediately went for the zipper of my pants.
Smirking, King stood up too and promptly bumped his head on the ceiling.
We both laughed as he hunched down, pulled his jeans and underwear down past his ass, then fell on his butt, and pushed them off his long legs.
Mouth salivating at the sight of his hard cock standing at attention, bobbing like it was happy to wave hello to me, I finished wiggling out of my pants and straddled King’s thighs.
The large vein running up his dick needed my attention—pronto.
King laughed as I went to bend myself in half and suck him down, spun me around, and dropped his weight on me gently, nuzzling into the side of my neck. “If we go down that route, I’ll never end up inside of you.”
“Yes. Right. Good point,” I said, peppering the side of his face with kisses.
He turned his head and caught my lips in a hard kiss. Then that big catcher’s mitt he called a hand wrapped around my cock and stroked from root to tip, stopping and catching the precum welling out and coating his hand before he slid back down.
“Motherf’er,” I called out as my hips bucked into the air, wanting more. Needing more.
“Where’s your supplies, sweetheart?” he asked.
Sweetheart? Yes, please. “Bottom drawer.”
He lifted up and quirked a brow. “Bottom?” he questioned.
“Um, well, yeah.”
This was new. I didn’t usually feel self-conscious about these types of things, but I also didn’t usually bring men into my home.
Even when Chance and I had been roommates, we rarely brought people into our apartment.
Home was our safe space. A place where the outside world didn’t get to touch us unless we invited it in.
Plus, technically, the bungalow was still Jetty’s.
What if he needed a pen or something? He didn’t need to see…
you know. All the things I’d accumulated during the lonelier times in my life.
King ran a finger down my nose. “Did you know your freckles get more pronounced when you’re blushing?”
Horrified, I covered my face. “My freckles? Oh my gawd. How long have you been able to see them?” Peeking out at him between my fingers, I continued, “I bought a new foundation. I can’t believe it’s not working.” Seriously, that company would be receiving a strongly worded email tomorrow.
King chuckled and leaned down, nudging my nose with his. “I hate to tell you, but I love your freckles.” My heart sped up. He loved them? “And it just so happens I get to see them every night.”
Confused, I blinked at him. Honestly, I was surprised I didn’t go soft as his meaning hit me. “In the Dream-veil,” we said at the same time.