Page 70 of Alpha & Omega

We finished the ice cream, and I stood to put the container on the counter. I reached out a hand to Kingston, who took it as I helped him stand. We held each other for a bit, not wanting our moment to end—not that it would, but it was hard to let him go.

“Did they even try to find you?”

He huffed a laugh with his head resting on my shoulder as I trailed fingers along his back. “Yeah, they did. They tried to force her to return me to get ‘treated’ by the church, but my grandmother lied, saying she hadn’t seen me. She wasn’t about to give me back.”

“Did they want you back or just to un-gay you?”

“They wanted to un-gay me. They didn’t miss me or anything. I only wish I had more time with her.”

Kingston stood straight and ran his hands through my hair. “You and I will make plenty of happy memories together. I feel it.”

I nibbled his throat. “You think?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“God, I really hope so. I love you and don’t see myself ever stopping how I feel about you.”

He smiled and held me again. “I…”

“It’s okay, King. Take your time.”

He stood straight, reached over me to where the ice cream container rested, and swiped his finger through it, taking up a blob of melted ice cream and rubbing it over my nipple.

“Let’s make some more delicious memories,” he rasped before he bent down and licked up the sweetness from my skin.

We’d had sex earlier, but I was already turned on and hard for him.

“Sounds yummy.”

Before we could continue, his phone rang from up in my bedroom.

“I better get that. I rarely get calls this late, but when I do, it’s always fucking something.”

“Go for it.”

Kingston ran upstairs as I rinsed the ice cream container and spoon, then dropped them into the dishwasher. Suddenly, I heard yelling, so I rushed upstairs to find Kingston pacing and gripping his phone.

“Why didn’t you fucking tell me? Why the lies?” he asked.

His knuckles were white where he held the phone tightly in his hand.

“Where are you?” he yelled.

Though he didn’t relax, his tone softened. “I’m not yelling at you. I’m just…”

He nodded. “Okay, I’m coming down to see you, and we’re going to stay at my place.”

There was some yelling on the other end that I couldn’t understand.

“Dammit, Tony… Just let me get there, then we can decide, but he better not fucking be at your place. He’ll regret ever being born. No one lays a hand on my fucking brother!”

They hung up, and Kingston quickly got dressed. “I’ve got to go. Tony… Jesus… his boyfriend beat him up. Dammit! Iknewsomething was off when I saw his bruises that one time. I swear to fucking god…”

“Fuck. Let me come with you.”

He softened and pulled me into a hug. “No, stay here. I’ll take care of this and finally convince Tony to stay with me. Hudson will be home in the morning, and I don’t know how long I’ll be.”

“Okay. Let me know if there’s anything I can do.”

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