Chapter 11 #2
“And you’re too pretty for your own good,” Ethan said to his brother, his eyes twinkling. “It’s good that you’re learning a little humility, Liam.”
“You guys are ridiculous,” I said on a laugh, and we all sank into a comfortable conversation about work, kids, and life.
Kincaid fit in easily, and it was like he had been with the group for years.
Hell, I was still new to this group through Marcus, and yet they made me feel like family.
We ate wings and a bunch of goodness that was probably horrible for us, but it didn’t matter.
We just had a good time. And when the evening naturally came to an end, everybody heading home to their significant others, Kincaid drove me back, and I tangled my fingers with his on the way, feeling like a million bucks.
“Julia should be calling in a bit,” I said absentmindedly, looking down at the time.
“Good. I haven’t heard her voice in over a day now.”
I smiled. “It’s going to be weird not having her in my bed tonight.”
Kincaid gave me a look, his mouth twitching. “If you need me to warm your bed, darling, I can do that for you.”
I laughed. “I wasn’t very subtle, was I?” I asked.
“No, but that’s why I like you.”
We made our way into the house right as Julia called. I tapped the cell, and her face popped up onto the screen. I smiled, relief filling me.
“Hey there,” I whispered, my voice a purr.
She just grinned. “Hi there, boys. Did you guys have fun tonight?” she asked. “Honestly, I’m surprised you aren’t still out with the Montgomerys.”
“We all called it an early night. We have people to be with.”
“Good,” she whispered, and then she looked over my shoulder. “Did you have fun tonight, Kincaid?”
“The Montgomerys are a hoot. I can see why you guys are friends with them.”
“Just wait till you hang out with the women.”
“That may scare me.”
“What’s on the agenda tonight?” she asked, and I looked over at Kincaid, swallowing hard. “Uh-huh. On that note, you guys have fun,” she said on a laugh. “Kiss each other for me. Have a blast, and don’t think too hard.”
“Stay safe,” Kincaid whispered.
“I love you, babe.”
“I love you, too.” She was looking at me, but I had a feeling she wasn’t speaking only to me. However, since we didn’t know exactly where Kincaid stood, Julia and I were very careful about what we said.
“I’ll see you in two days,” I whispered.
“Two very long days. Have fun tonight. We’ll talk tomorrow about the trip. But I’m tired, and you guys need this time.”
She hung up before I could say anything, and I just shook my head.
“That woman is far too observant for her own good.”
“True, but it’s why I love her.”
One of the many reasons I loved her.
“You’re lucky, Ronin.”
“I’m the luckiest damn man in the universe, and I know it.”
I smiled softly. “Anyway, I want to take a shower. It’s been a long day, and I feel gross. Do you want to join me?”
“I think I can help you wash your back,” Kincaid whispered, and I swallowed hard, my cock filling.
We made our way to the bathroom, and I did my best to act as if I weren’t freaking the fuck out.
But I was. This was my first time alone with Kincaid.
Oh, we’d been together numerous times, each of us taking different positions and different ways to love one another.
But this was the first time Julia wasn’t between us, or near us.
It was a moment.
And I knew that it would mean something. I just hoped to hell we didn’t fuck it up.
We didn’t need to say much else, both of our breaths coming faster, heavier as we stood in the large bathroom area.
There was a tub off to the side where I would sit with Julia to play, or where she could soak.
But the shower was wide enough and ADA compliant, with a large bench where I could sit down and not have to worry about falling.
Kincaid lowered his head and kissed me softly before pulling away, leaving me wanting.
He turned on the hot water, and then we slowly stripped each other, careful with one another.
He helped me into the shower, the showerhead angled away from the seat so he could help me with my prosthesis.
I gently pulled it off, and he put it out of the spray, my trust in him great.
He looked at me, storm clouds crossing his gaze and shook his head.
“What?” I asked, not feeling self-conscious in the least.
“I hate that you were hurt. I’m always going to hate that.”
I nodded. “You have just as many scars as I do,” I whispered. “I get to be just as angry.”
“Then let’s make sure we don’t focus on it tonight.”
“That, I can do,” I whispered, and then he leaned down and kissed me again. I moaned, the water now moving over us as he adjusted the head before he came back to me. Water sluiced over us, and I moaned again, needing more.
He simply kissed me before going down to his knees and kissing my chest, my stomach before gripping me.
His palms were callused, his fingers firm as he encircled me, pumping. He met my gaze, and then he lowered his mouth to me. I groaned, the heat of him enveloping my dick.
He swallowed me, humming along the length of my cock as he licked and pleasured me.
He cupped my balls, rolling them in his palm before he hollowed his cheeks, doing something with his tongue that made me lose focus.
And then I was coming, my hand tugging on his hair as I tried to pull him away, but he didn’t seem to care.
Instead, he hummed against the tip of my dick as he swallowed every last drop.
And then he stood up, wiped his mouth, and went for a loofah.
He added soap and slowly washed me, not saying a word.
But his gaze never left mine as he gently took care of me.
And then he handed me the loofah and more soap, and I did the same to him, paying extra special attention to his cock.
I tugged, squeezed, worked him to near completion before he pulled away to remove the shower head attachment, rinsing us both off.
He turned off the water, got a fluffy towel, and dried us both.
Before I could reach for my crutch or anything I needed, he somehow picked me up, and I wrapped my leg around him, holding him tight.
“You’re going to fucking drop me,” I whispered. My dick was already hard again, pressed against his stomach, his cock pulsing against mine.
“I’ve got you, Ronin. I promise.”
I kissed him again, and he slowly made his way to the bedroom.
He positioned me on the bed before he knelt before me, focused on my cock again.
I reached for him, needing him, but he shook his head before he reached into the dresser drawer for some lube and a condom.
He sheathed himself and then went to work on me, his fingers probing then stretching me in the best way possible.
I moaned, running my hands up and down his body as he worked me, preparing me for him.
And when he entered me, my leg up near my shoulder, him slowly working his way in and out of me, I groaned.
“Hold yourself, squeeze yourself, make yourself come.”
I did as he instructed, squeezing hard, moving fast as he fucked me, both of us panting and needing. He moved hard, no care, far rougher than he ever was with Julia, and I couldn’t help but moan, needing this man in front of me.
And when he pumped hard, slamming into me one last time until he groaned, coming, I spurted all over my chest, coming in pants right along with him.
I looked up at him, swallowed hard, and licked my lips.
“Jesus Christ,” I whispered.
“I’m not done with you yet,” Ronin replied and kept moving before he leaned down and kissed me, playing with me.
Later, we held each other, both cleaned up once more, and I just leaned into the man I had once loved, the man I was pretty sure I loved again.
I didn’t say anything. I wasn’t sure I could. But as Kincaid’s breaths evened out and he fell into slumber, I wondered what would happen if I told him I loved him. If Julia and I said we wanted more.
I was afraid that, somehow, I wasn’t going to be enough. Somehow, we wouldn’t be enough. That Kincaid would walk away again just like he had before. I didn’t want to think about that, but I couldn’t help it.
And so, I didn’t sleep. I held him close, wishing this could last forever, and knowing it might not ever happen.