Chapter 11
CHARLIE
I was so content I didn’t want to move.
You know the feeling, when the covers around you are toasty warm and you want to lie there forever.
Total bliss.
Then I opened my eyes and spotted the source of my perfect moment.
It was the sexy Irishman lying underneath me.
I turned my head to look at Kiernan, and the longer I stared at his face, the faster my heart raced. This man had a powerful effect on me, and I had a worrying feeling that I didn’t understand the half of it yet.
Dark blond eyelashes rested against those stunning cheekbones, pale but dusted with golden freckles. I placed a gentle kiss on his crooked nose and continued down until I reached his lips.
Even there, the freckles kissed his lips and I, well, I kissed him.
His lids fluttered open, and I drank in those whiskey eyes. The creases at the corners of his eyes deepened and that rare smile of his appeared.
Was it Christmas morning already? Cause I sure as hell felt like celebrating. And this right here was the only gift I wanted.
Everything from the night before came flashing back.
The dinner. The dancing.
The blowjob. The shower.
The snuggles…
Fuck me, this man’s hugs could soothe any ache I had.
He’d asked me for two weeks but suddenly that felt like no time at all.
So, anything he wanted, I was going to give him.
Kiernan wanted to snuggle in bed and that’s exactly what we did. All night. Shoved up against each other in the twin bed, there was hardly room to move, never mind oxygen.
Breathing was overrated anyway.
We were both tired but wired after the shower and talked late into the night.
Whispering to each other in the darkness felt more intimate than any kiss we’d shared. Or anything I’d ever experienced in bed with any man. I rarely spent the night. And never for long talks and longer hugs.
“This is nice,” Kiernan declared, kissing the top of my head.
My stomach flipped over. This man was so naturally affectionate, and I was soaking it up.
Gah, I was starting to feel… all kinds of things I shouldn’t be feeling.
“More than,” I replied and smiled into his chest. “I’d raise my head up to look at you but I’m afraid if I move, I’m going to hit the upper bunk.”
Kiernan’s chest vibrated with his laughter, a deep, husky chuckle that reverberated in my gut. I loved hearing him laugh. He didn’t do it often enough.
“Am I too heavy?” I asked.
His massive arms tightened around me. “Don’t even think about moving.”
I chuckled at his possessive tone. “Don’t worry, big guy. I’m happy right here.”
“Do you do this, you know, often?”
“You mean, sleepovers? Nope. In fact, I don’t even bother much with kissing when it comes to my hook ups.”
His body jolted underneath mine.
“Really?”
“I save it for special occasions. And special people.”
Kiernan squirmed, shifting so that I was now lying in between his splayed legs.
“I don’t know about me being special,” he sighed. “I’m crap in bed.”
“What?” I raised my head and…
Bang.
…hit the wood bunk.
“Ow! Fuck.”
Kiernan’s hand rubbed over the back of my head. “You okay?”
“I’m fine. But I’ll be covered in bruises by the time I have to report back to work,” I quipped. “And what is this ridiculousness about you being crappy in bed?”
“I’ve only been with like, four women in my entire adult life. And it was nice, but not great. Two of them complained that I didn’t pay them enough attention. One said I didn’t kiss them right. One told me I wasn’t…you know, man enough. I always felt awkward, like I couldn’t get out of my head.”
I ignored the burn in my gut at the mention of Kiernan’s past lovers. And at the thought of this sweet man being made to feel that he was anything less than awesome.
“Maybe a bit of it has to do with people’s assumptions and the fact that you’re not as dominant as you look,” I offered. “And maybe you needed to find the right partner.”
Kiernan stared at me. “When we kissed, I didn’t think at all. But I felt everything. Amazing. You’re amazing. I didn’t worry that I wasn’t enough. I don’t know how to explain it.”
I tilted my head up and reached for him. The kiss was soft and sweet. Different, but as unforgettable as our other ones.
“It was amazing. Like you. And I’m going to keep kissing you until you believe it.”
“Mmm. So, why is it that a gorgeous man like yourself doesn’t have a boyfriend?”
I sighed. “I told you before, I prefer the casual thing. It goes back to college. I fell in love with my straight roommate. Total cliché, I know. But it took me forever to get over him. I hated feeling so torn up and I really don’t want to go through that again.
And, you know, my job means I’m away on charter frequently. It’s not easy on relationships.”
“George and Rafe make it work.”
“They do,” I whispered and kissed him again. “But they’ve found something special with each other. A relationship worth fighting for.”
“I know all about fighting,” Kiernan replied and tucked a piece of my wayward hair behind my ear.
“Speaking of which, why did you give up your MMA career? Flynn told me you were one of the best.”
“For a while, I was. But the environment was, well, toxic, if you really want to know. A lot of guys I trained with and fought against had a lot of rage inside them that needed an outlet. The atmosphere became brutal, and guys looked for any excuse to fight, in and out of the ring. And there was a lot of homophobic bullshit, too. One of my opponents made a slur about my brother, Korry, in the middle of a training fight. I lost it. I knew right then that I had to get out.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It taught me some valuable lessons and it brought me to this job, so, I guess everything happens for a reason.”
“I haven’t met Korry yet, but I can tell from the way you talk about him, how close you are. Alex talks highly about him. Rafe too.”
“My brother is the best. Always looking out for others. You two would get along great. You’re both outgoing and the life of the party.”
Ping.
“Is that your phone or mine?” I asked.
“It’s mine. It’s in my shorts. Which are on the floor. And I really don’t want to move right now.”
“I’ll get it.”
“I don’t want you to move either.”
After giving him another kiss, I reluctantly slid off Kiernan and the bunk.
Carefully.
I padded over to the other side of the room, picked up his shorts and pulled out his phone.
“I’m getting cold over here,” Kiernan teased.
I glanced over my shoulder.
“Enjoy the view,” I quipped as I shook my ass.
“I want to do more than look at your arse.”
Turning around, I leaned back against the door, the wood cool on my overheated skin.
“Well, we have two weeks, so?—”
I lost all train of thought when I noticed Kiernan’s hands moving down his body. He pushed away the sheet and revealed his stunning profile. The man was mouth-wateringly beautiful, with miles of taut muscles covered in a smattering of blond hair and those sexy as fuck tattoos.
My morning wood grew so hard, so fast, I was lightheaded, slapping my hands on the door behind me to keep myself upright.
“Then we shouldn’t waste any time.”
He took his erection in hand, and gave it one, two pumps.
“Stop,” I declared and walked back towards him. “That’s mine.”
Kiernan let go of his cock and rested his hands on those sculpted thighs. I gave him a slow once over, noting the way his abs quivered and the tight clench of his fists. His nipples were hard, his pupils blown, and a pink flush was spreading over his face and neck.
I threw the phone on the bed beside him, and the screen lit up.
6:45 a.m.
But he didn’t spare it a glance.
The phone pinged again.
“What if it’s work?”
“It’s not. Too early,” he replied, his voice gravelly from sleep. And arousal.
I ducked down and slid on top of him again, covering his body with mine.
Both of us moaned when our naked skin made contact.
I pumped my hips, our cocks rubbing against each other, and he grabbed my ass with both hands, squeezing so damn tight. Reaching down, I took one of his hands and brought it up to my mouth, swirling my tongue around two fingers.
“Slide one down my crease and tease my hole,” I gasped as I pushed his hand back down and leaned over to kiss him.
Our tongues tangled, lips melding together, and I forgot all about morning breath and the confines of our bunk.
Kissing him was becoming as necessary to me as breathing.
Then his index finger slid between my cheeks and I lost all coordination.
“Fuck, yes,” I gasped.
I spread my legs as wide as I could and his finger slipped deeper, teasing the rim of my asshole and lower, over my sensitive taint, then back up again.
The pad of his finger lingered over my hole.
“Push it in, slowly.”
I shuddered when he finally pushed inside me, relishing the burn. I needed more.
“Wait, wait,” I whispered, and he removed his finger. “Switch places.”
We rolled over so I was lying on the mattress and Kiernan was on top of me.
I pulled my knees up my chest and offered up my hole.
“Charlie,” Kiernan whispered my name with such awe that my dick twitched in response.
He slid his finger inside me again, tentatively, and I bit my lip when the first bite of pain turned to pleasure.
I usually topped, but I was vers. Occasionally, I’d use toys when the need for penetration hit but not lately. Not for a long while. Not until him.
“Deeper. Then crook your finger, and you should find my prostate.”
“How will I know?”
“Trust me, you’ll—” I lost my train of thought when he did as I directed and hit that sensitive bundle of nerves deep inside me. “Yes, right fucking there!”
His other hand gripped my cock, and he bent forward, taking a tentative lick at the precum that was leaking furiously.
“I want—” Kiernan paused and looked up at me with those big brown eyes.
I held my breath waiting for his answer, my heart pounding, my orgasm begging for release.
“More,” Kiernan growled and licked me again, and at the same time, pushed his finger deeper.
The overwhelming sensation of Kiernan’s tongue on my cock and his finger in my ass was my undoing.
Had I been with more experienced lovers? Yes.
Did they make me lose all control and come without warning like Kiernan did?
No fucking way.