One second, he squeezed. I was fucking a tight tunnel, my dick snug against the wet friction of his wood.
So good. So fucking good.
The next second, I was coating his fingers and cock with heavy bursts of cum. My head rushed and my hips kept thrusting as I shouted. The sensation that ripped through me was bold and released tension in my body. He captured the sounds I made with his wet, open mouth and grunted as more slick heat covered my dick from his pulsing cockhead.
Time slowed to a crawl as adrenaline lifted my spirits before dumping me into a gaping chasm. When I returned to reality, I was curled up on top of KC with his sticky hands on my lower back. I didn’t even care that he was getting me messy. I wanted him to touch me. Our musk was heavy in the air, and I wished I could absorb it into my pores so I would always smell a little like him.
Never have to really be alone.
The funeral dirge music played on. Neither of us moved.
KC brushed a kiss to my temple. “Are you doing all right?”
I shrugged. “Who’s to say?”
He slid his hand down to my ass. “I think I love you.”
“That’s a problem.” I hid my face against his neck, and his pulse fluttered beneath my closed lips.
He tensed under me. “Why?”
“Because I love you. But I think I love that asshole, too.”
KC shook and cried for both of us, which was good because my tears had run dry.
23
KC
Inked God Ren Calling
I stared at the words on my phone, anger swelling in my stomach until it was a living being that gnawed at me. The longer I looked at the screen, the more the sensation writhed. When the ringing stopped, I paused, then gritted my teeth as it started again.
Betrayal was something I had experience with, especially from a boyfriend. While it wasn’t a new feeling, I had learned experience didn’t make the situation any easier.
Ren had broken our trust, and now Oli and I were swimming in the consequences, practically drowning as we learned how to deal with the emotions that came with such a massive bombshell.
Oli was my main priority. For the last few days, he’d been a ghost, staying in my room and hiding from everyone except me. Barber had given us the space we needed. I hadn’t asked him about Ren and wasn’t going to. Not yet. First, I needed to understand the thoughts in my head.
Pa had kept his distance. He’d already told me what he’d love to do to Ren, but I’d talked him out of it. The last thing I needed—or wanted—was a dead Ren. Despite all the research he’d supposedly done, he must not know Pa’s professional background. Not the real one. No one would be able to tell by watching Pa, either. Nobody could get close to Pa unless he allowed it. I’d asked him last night if he’d known someone was hanging around.
Clearly, Ren had paid top dollar to sift through our lives.
“Yes, but there’s always someonehanging around,” Pa had said easily as he made dinner for me and Oli. Barber was coming back later and Pa told me they would eat together so Oli and I could have privacy. “I’m always being watched by the Society in some capacity. It’s normal. I give them the boring version of my life and wait for them to leave. They usually do when they grow tired.”
It made sense. Being an assassin brought all sorts of dangerous people around. Pa had taught me to be aware of my surroundings, but obviously, I’d forgotten how to do it because I’d never noticed anyone. Fuck. How could I be so stupid?
“What are you thinking about?” Oli rubbed a towel over his wet hair and cocked his head. He was standing at the entrance to my connected bathroom, another towel wrapped around his trim waist as steam curled out behind him. His shoulders were flushed red from a boiling hot shower, something I’d learned recently that he enjoyed. I preferred the water on the cooler side, so I wasn’t sure how or if we’d be able to shower together.
“I was thinking about Ren having us trailed and that I had no idea.” I dropped my phone beside me and lay farther back on my bed, sighing as I linked my fingers behind my head.
“We couldn’t have known.” Oli twisted the ring on his finger, lips pursed in thought. “He tricked all of us. Even Barber.”
“That isn’t saying much,” I teased with a laugh. “Barber’s too busy fucking with people directly in front of him to notice anything around him.”
He chuckled with a nod as he crossed the room to a drawer I’d given him for his clothes. He’d been staying here, and while his mom had called him a few times and he’d talked to her, she didn’t seem to mind that he wasn’t home. Oli said she was relieved he’dmade friends, which told me that she didn’t know he had a boyfriend. It wasn’t my business. At least he didn’t hide me like my ex had.
My gaze followed his lithe body as he threw on a pair of boxers, flashing me his pale ass in the process, and I smiled at how small and tight his cheeks were.
