Rip
Do you miss me?
Kingsley’s phone lights up, and after reading the text, he grabs it. His lips stretch into a wide grin, chasing away the earlier gloom.
Kingsley
What’s there to miss?
Rip
My stellar personality? My sexy tattoos and piercings? My huge cock? I can list more…
His little chuckle sends heat rushing through me. No one else makes him laugh like that. Not his parents, not his sisters, and certainly not Shawn. Me. I do that, and I’d make him laugh all the time if I could.
The server’s here with my drink and the nachos. Finally. My stomach was rumbling so loudly during the ride, it sounded like I hadn’t eaten in forever.
Kingsley
Okay maybe a little…
Rip
Which one? My cock?
I look up from my phone as King takes a deep, thorough breath. Seeing his reactions live feels like watching something off-limits, giving me a rush like when I jab my knife into a sorry man’s gut.
Kingsley
especially that
Rip
Do you want it now??
Kingsley
…I’m nowhere near the resort
And is sex the only thought that ever floats in your head?
Rip
Depends. Lately you’re the only thought in my head. So yeah. Sex with you
His fingers hover over the screen in a pause. King gives a little smile but doesn’t say anything back. He looks down, shoulders dropping, as if he’s wrestling with something. Let me into that complicated head of yours, Kingsley.
Rip
I’m to your left
His head pops up, and it takes him a second before he spots me on the other side of the room. I offer a small wave, and then he’s coming over to me. Beside me in the empty chair, he sits, drawing his coat tighter as his body trembles with the chill.
“What are you doing here?” is the first thing he asks, tone accusatory.
I gesture to the rooftop. “Trying to enjoy the chilly night and beautiful music.”
He purses his lips, unconvinced. “An hour and a half outside of town?”
