“I heard you liked brats.”
“There’s a difference between a brat and an immature teenager, Kieran.”
He jumped up and stormed over to Derek, who didn’t move. Kieran’s fists were balled. Derek didn’t think he’d hit him, but if he did, he doubted Kieran could do much damage. The slap earlier had only stung for a few seconds, but it had also given him a semi.
“What gives you the right to talk to me like that? You lost that right ten years ago when you fucked up my life. If I hadn’t had to stay in that godforsaken place, my choices wouldn’t have been taken away from me. If you were sohorrifiedwith what she did, you could have come and found me and saved me from that place.”
Derek wasn’t sure what he was talking about, but he had an inkling. He knew he’d need to proceed cautiously, as he doubted Kieran had meant to say all that. He was angry, and he might blow up further or completely shut down.
“I’m sorry I didn’t try to find you. I didn’t think you’d want to see me, and I didn’t want to cause you any more pain. I also thought you had enough money to see you through until university started.”
Kieran sighed, his fists loosening, but his jaw was still clenched.
“Did someone hurt you, Kieran?”
He nodded, looking at the floor. Derek felt a flash of rage. Who could have hurt a teenage Kieran? He’d been such a sweet boy. But he didn’t need an angry Derek right now.
“Do you want to talk about it, Kieran?”
He shook his head.
“Would you like to stay here tonight?”
Kieran nodded. The tension in his body was gone. He’d withdrawn into himself. No fight left in him tonight. Derek needed to get him into bed, so he stood up and took hold of Kieran’s hand. It felt right, but that wasn’t something he could think about too much. Kieran looked at their joined hands and gave a small smile. It was something.
Derek led him upstairs to the spare room, then got him a towel and something to sleep in. He reminded Kieran where everything was. He was sitting on the bed, staring into space, and Derek wanted to pull him into a hug, but that would probably backfire.
“Get ready for bed, and I’ll get you some water,” he said before leaving.
Derek needed a minute to himself. He still wasn’t completely sure why Kieran had come around tonight. It was clear Grant had said something. The man might be a criminal, but he could read people, and he’d picked up on Derek’s jealousy. It was something he’d need to get over if he wanted Kieran in his life.
He grabbed a bottle of water and went back upstairs. The bedroom door was partly open, and what Derek saw took his breath away. Kieran had stripped down to a jock, with his glorious arse on display. His entire body was covered in ink, but his arse was untouched. Two round orbs, just begging to be gripped hard so they bruised when you were fucking his hole. He couldn’t look away and felt his cock hardening.
Before he could leave and give Kieran a moment to finish getting ready, he turned and their eyes met. Kieran smiled at him before walking over and opening the door fully.
“Thank you,” he said, taking the water bottle. “Need any help with that?” he asked, nodding at the obvious bulge in Derek’s trousers.
That snapped Derek out of his inappropriate thoughts. Hegave Kieran a smile, and before he could overthink it, bent down to kiss him gently on the cheek.
“Goodnight, Kieran,” he said before walking away and not looking back.
His mind was racing. Sleep wouldn’t come easily tonight.
CHAPTER 11
KIERAN
Kieran was playing with fire, and he knew it. He’d not left Derek’s place before breakfast this time, and the man had made him something to eat. He’d been an excellent cook before; now he was even better. Derek getting hard seeing Kieran in his jock was something he’d not been able to stop thinking about for the past three days. Teenage Kieran was screaming at himself to get on his knees and offer himself up to the man. The mentally fucked up twenty-eight-year-old kept saying, “Really, queen?” in his head.
The past few nights when he’d been alone imagining how things might go if teenage Kieran was in charge, he just knew Derek would be the best fuck of his life. Even better than Grant would have been. Not something he’d be saying aloud and bruising that macho ego, though. The whole thing was messy as fuck, but he couldn’t help himself. Kieran wanted to fuck his stepdad– well, he wanted to do a lot more than that. Thankfully, nobody knew the debauched fantasies that had been running through his mind ever since that night at Derek’s house.
“How is Project Daddy going?” asked Sarah.
Kieran almost choked on his morning cup of tea.
“Ooh. Spill. Tell me everything. From the picture you showed me, he’s giving girth. What was the stretch like?”
Kieran couldn’t speak, and Hassan snorted, reminding Kieran that his best friend was also in the room. He would need to play this carefully.
