Page 19 of I Replaced His Husband
I stood there, maybe a hundred feet away, unnoticed, for the first twenty minutes of his quiet rest. He kept staring out at the lake, and I kept staring at him. My thoughts were still in a strange haze, unsure of what exactly was happening between us. But I didn’t try to figure it out. I just let the feelings hang there in that in-between space, floating without direction.
At one point, Kay lowered his head and covered his face with his hands, like he might be crying, though he didn’t move. Suddenly, I felt uncomfortable watching him so openly. Was this some form of meditation or even grief? For the first time, he seemed truly vulnerable, just as I’d imagined when Adam told me about what had happened to him.
Was this how he mourned? Like the only time he let the armor fall was when no one was around? Something fragile and deeply sad seemed to break through.
I shifted slightly, and the gravel crunched underfoot. Instantly, he turned and noticed me. I tried to play it off, leaning casually against the tree like I was just zoning out by the lake. From that distance, he probably couldn’t see my face clearly, and I couldn’t quite make out his expression either.
But something else happened, something less comfortable. The second his eyes landed on me, I felt it. A stirring. My dick, completely inconsiderate of the moment, started reacting. It was insane. I’d never been turned on like this just from looking at someone across such a distance!
Embarrassed and weirdly guilty, I realized I was acting like some horny alpha caveman. What the hell was wrong with me? This wasn’t likeme. Where was this hungry, almost primal urge coming from, the one that wanted to fully claim him?
Staring at his slender body, all I could think about was throwing him on a bed and fucking him senseless.
I tried to snap myself out of it with a few deep breaths. Kay eventually turned his head back toward the lake and stayed that way for another twenty minutes. I didn’t move. I used the time to try to pull myself together, and it somewhat worked.
Still, watching him, his beautiful posture and the shapely lines of his body, did something to me. Something other than just adding to my arousal. Being near him, sensing him, feeling his presence… it stirred a sweet, long-buried longing in me.
Something was waking up. And again, I had to force myself not to fall headfirst into it. I tried distracting myself, thinking about random details. I wondered what he’d look like with his hair loose, black strands blowing around in the breeze, those starry eyes, and those soft lips I wasn’t allowed to kiss.
Yeah, don’t go there again, Rain. He’s not yours.I let out a long breath.
But then a thought crept in: Could that change? Which was ridiculous. Maybe he was just some cocky asshole who only looked good. A typical case of being caught up in someone’s visual appeal. Nothing deeper than that. High school crush level nonsense.
I shouldn’t be thinking about changing anything between us before I actually got to know him. These sudden, intense feelings weren’t like me at all.
First and foremost, I needed to clear my head of the sex haze, but it was insanely difficult.
Just a few hours ago, I’d been inside him… and now I wanted it again. I wanted to hear his breath in my ear, smell his skin, and feel him… whole.
Abruptly, he stood up and headed back toward the shore path. It curved just twenty feet from where I stood. He’d have to walk right past me, and probably notice my very obvious hard-on.
What was I supposed to do? Run? That’d look ridiculous. So I stayed where I was.
As he passed me, he glanced up, and for a second, our eyes met. Then he looked down… and noticed my giant erection. A blush spread across his cheeks as he walked by. But then something peculiar happened: he slowed down. After about twenty feet, he just stopped in the middle of the path.
What was he doing? Why was he just standing there?
Trying to act on instinct, I stepped out onto the path and followed him. I stopped behind him, two feet away, maybe less. I could see the pulse in his neck, hear his breathing get faster. And then I caught it: a faint, sweet trace of his slick. Kay was wet, turned on.
That gave me a jolt of confidence, and I moved closer. My chest was inches from his back now, and I knew he could hear me breathing, rough and ragged.
Then he said it. Or whispered it.
"Fuck me."
That was all I needed. The alpha caveman in me got the green light.
I grabbed his waist, lifted him clean off the ground, and carried him toward the crooked tree I’d spotted earlier. His head dropped against my shoulder, and I was surrounded by his scent, jasmine and vanilla. I pinned him against the trunk and yanked down his sweatpants, exposing that perfect white ass. Two smooth, firm cheeks. I dropped down and buried my face between them, licking him with a broad, flat tongue. He moaned, loud and needy, as I twisted my tongue inside him like a little drill.
For some reason, I craved the taste of him. The way he whimpered and gasped when I tongued him made something inside me go wild.
"Perfect little hole," I murmured, my lips brushing over his entrance. "Only mine now, yeah?"
He didn’t answer.
I straightened up and kissed his neck.
"Tell me it’s mine, Kay," I insisted, nibbling his skin while my hand stroked his hard cock.
