Page 62 of Kings of Lust
I tried avoiding the unavoidable for as long as I could, but tension bundled his shoulders as he focused to turn the storm against me, firm and steady, forging with each new thrust within me.
I couldn’t control the rising pressure in the pit of my stomach anymore and with a long gasp, I almost fell upon him as he kept going over and over again. My back was slowly banging against the mosaic tiles in a fluid reaction of our bodies intertwining as his name was rolling on repeat from my lips.
‘Brax....Brax…!’
I didn’t know any longer if I was asking him to go on or stop. I wanted more, but I couldn’t handle another single thrust while the claustrophobic panic was setting in assuring me that I might break from within if he went on.
With beautiful rapture pulsing off my lips, I pleaded for his release. And for the first time, he understood.
Steadying himself against the rim he jolted a couple of times more until another uncontrollable squeak was freed from my throat. It was the sign he needed, and fighting the urge to go on, he drove his lips to claim my shoulder and found the electrifying jolts of his own relief.
I was expecting him to leave immediately, find some shit excuse, and bolt right away the next second. But he didn’t. Brax remained there with me, tugging my body against his own and without words, promising me the impossible.
It was so beautiful that I almost believed it. I almost believed I could be happy. That was until I saw it. The reflection that made my stomach churn and my mind run to the edge of normality.
The lights in the house were out by now, the party must have died. But through the dark windows that were peeking right into our part of the garden a pair of eyes was watching us.
‘Ferris!?’
I broke our embrace, setting distance as he was about to burn me with his heat.
Brax seemed relaxed but much more down-to-earth than a few seconds ago. It wasn’t a question of if Ferris saw us or not. It was only a question of how much he saw.
‘I can’t,’ I almost choked on my words as I climbed out of the pool, looking back at all I was leaving behind.
No mean remark from Brax this time, like he usually used to let out.
He just remained, supporting his body on the edge of the pool and drawing the whiskey bottle to his lips to keep him company.
I ran straight to the car as my wet clothes were almost frozen by the time I got there. Though that was utterly unimportant anymore.
‘Home, please,’ I asked the driver as my head fell on the backrest.
Brax was there again. Living in my memories. Focusing only on me. As if onlyIcould ever get him into a state of total freedom. And that look in his eyes. Nothing could ever erase that look from my mind. He encrypted it there for me to remember how to be loved by a man like him felt.
Chapter 15
My mind kept going to heaven only to be immediately smashed back on the ground, as Ferris’s gaze kept haunting me while at the same time Brax’s lips still felt vivid on my skin. That’s how I spent my night, continually fighting between nightmares and sweet dreams.
Not that I didn’t deserve it. I did. I had wronged them both and the time to pay the price was fast approaching.
The next day brought nothing special. Cole missed classes, probably too waisted from last night’s party while I couldn’t be less than overjoyed about the lack of his presence. I even snuck a few words in with Jenna, trying to explain the delicate situationweboth found ourselves in. Though I couldn’t spend too much time in her company since I was convinced Cole had Nick or Jason watch over me.
It was a day I would have rather spent home, but the urgent matters of the world were pressing me to return to Ferris’s place, as much as I would have liked to avoid it. Cole and I were supposed to go to that out-of-town party in two days, and honestly, between being constantly caged up and haunted by them, I didn’t have time to learn anything about the event. Luckily, Cole stepped in, and even before I got a chance to get home, had sent me a text.
Meetup at Ferris’s tonight.
I was going to wear pants this time for sure.
Dinner with family followed by another dose of daily torture. One might believe I had gotten used to it, and accepted my fate. But that’s what quitters do.
I couldn’t be a quitter and still go further with such a plan. Could I?
I had a spirit within me. One that even though was often defeated, was never broken. A strength that would make me see the success in all of it.
I have no fears.I repeated the words in my mind over and over again as I walked into Ferris’s mansion, to the point that I was sure I had succeeded in imprinting them on my brain. The words— maybe. But not the meaning of them, as fear began sneaking up on me as I was approaching the room the kings occupied.
Brax was running late... again. A little strange for the man who puts such value on time, but I was starting to think he just enjoyed torturing me about it.
