I ran my hands from his shoulders through his hairy chest, so incredibly turned on that he wasn’t smooth and waxed like me. The coarse texture against my fingertips felt erotic, and I wantedto explore more. But not now. Not when I was so close to coming that I was losing the ability to think.
“Sky, sweetheart, I’m going to need you to come,” he said as he gripped my cock in his large hand. As he jerked me, my spine seized, and without notice, cum spilled out between us. King’s hips stuttered, like he’d barely been holding on. Like he’d been waiting to guarantee my pleasure before allowing his own.
Someday we’d ditch the condoms, but for now, I wanted to feel his dick swell, feel the beats of his heart as he spilled into me.
Chapter 7
Sky
“Wow.”My eyelashes fluttered open as I came back to this reality. I’d lay here boneless and content while he’d cleaned us both up, but now I turned my head on the pillow and met King’s gaze. “That was incredible.”
He bit his lip, trying to hide his smirk, but he shouldn’t have even bothered. I could see it in his dark eyes. Leaning toward me, he gave me a lingering kiss. “Hello,” he whispered as he settled onto his side, facing me.
Rolling over to mirror him, I ran a finger down his nose. “What got into you tonight?”
He studied my face quietly for a second, and I let him have it, willing to wait for the answer. He’d flipped the whole script upside down tonight, and as much as I loved it, I wasn’t sure if this was a one-off. Like, was he going to avoid us having alone time except in the Dream-veil tomorrow? If that was the case, I’d be sad, but I’d handle it better if I was prepared.
“I promised myself earlier that I’d be honest with you.”
He sounded so serious that my pulse immediately spiked. I’d been so sure that tonight was the beginning of something good. Or at the very least, not something bad, but his sombertone made me feel like this might be catastrophic. Had this been goodbye sex? See you in the Dream-veil-only sex?
I cleared my throat. “I’d prefer that.”
King’s brows furrowed. “What’s wrong?”
“It feels like you’re about to give me theit’s not you—it’s me speech.”
He snorted. “I am, but not the way you think.”
Huh?“I don’t understand.”
He blew out a breath and licked his lips. “As you can probably imagine, I haven’t dated a lot.”
I worked hard to keep my expression clear of my thoughts. The reality was, I hadn’t thought he’d dated at all. I hadn’t even been sure he’d had sex before. Call me an asshole, but I’d kinda been surprised that he fucked like a damn machine. Pleasantly surprised, but still…
The chuckle that slipped from his lips sounded embarrassed, and now I felt like a dick. “I can tell by your face that you didn’t assume I’d dated at all.”
My face scrunched like I didn’t have control. “Sorry, I just assumed…you’re just so shy.”
He nodded. “You’re not wrong.” He barked out a harsh, bitter imitation of a laugh. “And I haven’t really dated. I thought I was seeing someone for a long while, but it turned out I was nothing but a…”
“Friend with benefits?”
Hurt flashed in the depths of his eyes, and I wanted to pound someone’s face in. Or get Jetty to do it. “I think booty call would be a more accurate description.”
Okay, that was it. I’d send the ghosts to handle this asshole who wounded my sweet Kingston. That POS didn’t know who he was dealing with. At least… “And it was a guy?”
“Yeah, and I knew he didn’t want to come out, but…turns out I was never actually important to him.”
Ready to explode, I wondered if I asked Patchy if he’d know who this miscreant was. Maybe we could give the dude a little visit in?—
“I’m not sure what you’re thinking right now, but you look murderous. I didn’t tell you that because I was in love and he broke my heart or anything. I’m not even making excuses, I just want you to understand that my resistance to us spending time together had nothing to do with you.”
I saw red. “So it was?—”
He snickered. “Or him. You’ve already heard Gran talk about how my life was a little lonely growing up. Sure, I had her, but I was a kid, you know? I wanted friends my own age to play with. It got harder as I got older, and my classmates were hanging out and talking about where they were going on Friday night or what had happened over the weekend.
“It didn’t help that everyone in town called my grandmother names. It made me feel ostracized by no fault of my own. As a shy kid who’d already lost his parents, it was pretty isolating. Especially when some bully taunted me for being gay. I don’t actually think he meant it, either, but by then I knew I was, and you know…” He used a finger to encircle his face.
