Gah!How was he so free and open? So forgiving? If I was him, I’d make me work for time together after the way I’d been dodging him. But not Sky. In just the months I’d known him, I knew he always went after what he wanted fearlessly. It was my own negative perceptions and fear that kept me from realizing that he viewed me as important—worthy.
Well, no more. I’d find a way to be more transparent, more trusting—and less of a martyr. Maybe. Hopefully. “Yes.”
“So Gran is in the house with Elyse. We could give her a ride home, and then—” I shook my head emphatically enough that he stopped, then batted his eyelashes at me and smoothed one hand down my chest. “Or we could run to town, pick up something for dinner, and go back to my house.”
“I pick that option.”
He hopped onto his toes, pecked my lips, and waggled his eyebrows. In a silly voice, he said, “Yessss, I’ll have you right where I want you.”
Truthfully, I’d be right where I wanted to be, too.
Chapter 6
Sky
We endedup running into a little deli between the manor and the bungalow I rented from Jetty. It was quick, and they had excellent chicken salad. I was trying really hard to maintain my chill about King asking to spend time with me and agreeing so easily to come to my place, but it was hard. Especially once we stopped at his house and he ran in for an overnight bag.
I fist-pumped in my mind as the angels sang. He was officially mine for the night. Not just in my dreams, but in my bed.
As soon as the front door closed, King dropped his duffel, took the white deli bag out of my hands, set it on the nearest table, and then he was on me. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I hopped up, grinning against his mouth like an idiot when he gripped my hips and spun us so I was wedged between his big beautiful body and the door.
His tongue licked between my lips, tasting me like I was his favorite flavor. Damn, I was here for it because he was definitely mine.
I wondered what had gotten into him, but who cared? There was no way I was stopping what was going on here when I could just ask him later.
“How about you invite me into your bedroom?”
Studying his face, I saw the seriousness under his teasing tone.Hell yeah!We were doing this.Finally.Not that I was complaining about all the rubbing off on each other or the blow jobs we’d snuck in, and I really wasn’t complaining about how well King played my body, but I’d always sensed a part of him holding back.
Since I’d expected to have to take the lead for anything sexual between us, I’d thus far been pleasantly surprised. And more than happy with each and every orgasm, so I hadn’t pushed for more. Me, Skylar Reign, had been content to take it at his pace.
Sorta.
Kinda.
It wasn’t that I needed anal to be satisfied, but whatever block he had that kept him from my bed or me out of his—at least every other night—had been poking at my insecurities. The ones I tried to hide and deny I even had.
But the look on his face now? It held desire and want, and I also saw raw need. A need that went beyond us getting off, but a longing to be intimate with the person who mattered.
In this case, me. Boy, was I here for that! Cupping his beloved face in my hands, I dropped the flirty teasing that permeated so many of our interactions. “Kingston Porter, will you please take me to bed?”
I felt the tension as it drained from his body. “It would be my pleasure.” His gaze traced my face tenderly as he carried me into my room, laying me out in the middle of my bed and coming down on top of me. “Hello.”
I huffed a laugh, nerves sparking up my spine. What the hell was wrong with me? I’d been around, and I wasn’t ashamed of that fact. I liked men. I liked sex. I liked to feel good. I didn’t feel a lick of shame about that. I also usually didn’t get nervous. I’dmade a habit of never going home with someone who gave me creeper vibes or felt even the slightest bit icky or unsafe.
Like, I knew how to do this. One of the reasons I leaned toward bossy bottom was because I knew how to do it better than most, thank you very much. A fact that I was extremely proud of—not that I walked around bragging about it or anything. Well, except to Chance, which then meant Jetty as well, and yes, Harry and Buck ended up included as they listened to me reminisce about my promiscuous past.
But that was all. I drew the line at Scotty hearing any of that. That poor kid had suffered under the cruel and mocking words of his ex—along with said douche bag bringing him here like some romantic getaway when all he’d really wanted was to see Chance. Scotty had stuck up for himself in the end, but we all knew his self-worth had taken a hit.
Then there was his brother, Stevie, whose life had been cut short before he had a chance to really live it. The way he stuck by his brother’s side, even though he’d passed on, was admirable, but it felt like rubbing salt into an open wound to brag about things he’d never experienced because he’d been taking care of his little brother until his last breath.
Yeah, they’d been through it, and now they were surrounded by couples falling in love. Unless I was getting this all wrong, that included me and King.
King tilted his head. “What’s wrong?”
“I…uh. Nothing.”
He scowled playfully. “No. Something.” He poked gently at a spot between my eyebrows. “Your skin is pinching right here.”
