“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 thesnapof 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.”
