Page 47 of With This Ring

I shoot him deadpan look. “I ate your food once.”

“That I know about.”

He sits at the end of the couch, mirroring my pose and throwing his feet on the table.

I figure he’d move closer, but when he settles in on his side of the couch, I shrug and focus on the television.

The movie is better than I thought it would be. The female lead has to figure out her life after leaving the family she grew up with. She falls in with the more carefree and wild faction of her society and must break free of the rigid upbringing she was raised in. I’m even feeling the romance aspect of the movie, since it’s not heavy handed.

About an hour into the movie, my head finds its way into Kai’s lap and he’s running his fingers through my hair. I’m not sure how it happened since I don’t remember moving. One minute I was leaning back on the couch, shoveling popcorn in my mouth, the next, my eyes are drooping from how good his fingers feel dragging across my scalp.

It’s been years since someone has played with my hair. The women and men I fucked never stayed long enough for my cum to dry on them to get this close to me. The last person to rub my scalp was my mother. This feels good, familiar.

Kai makes a noise in his throat that has my eyes snapping open. The female lead and her love interest are climbing a Ferris wheel for reasons I have no clue about since I was dozing off. “What is it?” I ask. “Afraid of heights?”

He shakes his head. “No. It just looks fun.”

“Climbing a Ferris wheel? Okay, daredevil.”

Kai chuckles and pulls at the strands of my hair, turning my head to face him. The sting against my scalp feels good. He sees the heat flare in my eyes when I meet his gaze, since his eyesgo half lidded. “No,” he says in a semi normal voice. “The Ferris wheel. It looks like fun.”

“You’ve never been on a Ferris wheel?” I ask incredulously.

Kai looks at me as I sit up, almost like he thinksI’llthink he’s broken. “Well, no. Pop said shit like that was frivolous, that we needed to focus on business. He said…only queer kids want to do soft, pansy shit like that.”

I swear to fucking god if it’s the last thing I do, I’ll fucking kill Charlie. I mean, I get it. This business isn’t for the weak or taking fucking vacations every other month. But going on Ferris wheels makes him soft? I went on Ferris wheels to impress girls and finger fuck them on the cars while we were high in the sky. Ain’t nothing about that being for queer kids.

I keep that tidbit to myself. He might try to deny it, but Kai is just as obsessed with me as I am with him. If I told him about any girls I used to fuck, I’m sure he’d track them down and slit their throats with one of those knives he so adept at using.

“I’ve been on a Ferris wheel plenty of times,” I say, pointing to my chest, “and there’s nothing soft about me.”

Kai looks miserable for a second, then a mask drops over his face and he quirks his lips in a half smirk. “I don’t know, Carter. Your lips are kinda soft.”

I give him a dry look, but I allow him to drop the subject. It’s probably one of those things he doesn’t talk about to anyone. I’ll respect it for now. But he’ll have to tell me why he didn’t just go on his own. I saw him out and about with his weird ass friends on multiple occasions. He could have gone, and Charlie would have been none the wiser.

“Get your mind out of the gutter,” I tell him, though my lips do twitch.

“What?” he asks too innocently. “I was just saying. You said there’s nothing soft and I proved you wrong. Although,” he pulls me over until I’m stretched on top of him and his hands comedown on my ass, squeezing my cheeks hard, “this is pretty soft too.”

My cock hardens as I settle between his legs. “Not here though.” I roll my hips so he can feel my rigid length.

The fact that he’s using his body to pull me away from the conversation isn’t lost on me. But he’s warm and solid and fuckingscorchingunder me. Looking down at his gorgeous face, I can’t wipe away the way he looks at me with such wide, trusting eyes with talk of shit Charlie put him through. I won’t. We have the rest of our lives to talk about his asshole of a father. Right now, it’s me and him. Our time. Charlie isn’t welcome here.

A soft breath leaves his lips and drifts across my face. “No, not there.”

Threading my fingers through his hair, I pull him up to meet my lips, kissing away his bad memories. Kai responds enthusiastically, opening for me immediately. He sucks on my tongue, moaning as he takes my taste into him.

I reach down, sliding my hand under his shirt, touching his hard abs and firm pecs. When I get to his left nipple, I tweak the flesh until it becomes a hard bud under my fingers. Kai gasps, pushing his hips up to meet my rock-hard erection for friction. I press harder into him, giving him what he wants.

Snatching my lips away, I tip his head to the side and kiss and lick and suck at the skin of his neck. I revel in how Kai’s hands grip at my back, holding on tight as he moans in my ear.

The noises he makes. Fuck me, they’re hot as fuck. So uninhibited, so loud, so fuckingneedy. His panting breaths spur me on and I attack his neck with fervor, leaving all kinds of marks on him. My fingers flick at his nipple, twisting it between my thumb and forefinger.

Kai curses, dragging his hands under my shirt and clasping at my back. “Carter, please. Fuck me.”

I chuckle against his neck and he shivers. “Let me taste you first, Kai. You want me to taste you, right, pretty baby?”

“Anything you want.” His voice has dropped an octave, rolling over me like a wave. “Just please.”

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