Page 24 of I Replaced His Husband
Yeah. Real smooth, Rain. Great first impression. Just a grumbler. A moody asshole. Pathetic.
I cleared my throat and went back to the laptop. After a while, Kay returned inside like nothing had happened.
Oh, well. That’s how it went, and there wasn’t much I could do about it.
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Evening came, and I headed to the kitchen to fix myself a late dinner. When Adam saw I was making tuna salad with onions, pickles, and celery, he mentioned that Kay loved that salad and asked if I’d be willing to share. Of course, I was. Since it was already close to 9 pm, Adam suggested I bring it up to Kay’s room again and hang out there for his evening wave.
I was horny, but I wasn’t sure if Kay would be, especially after how much sex we’d already had today.
While I was chopping vegetables, I told Adam the news about Storm. He remembered him vaguely from college. Storm had been two years behind us and in a different major, but Adam still offered cautious sympathy.
Even he seemed a little uneasy talking about my purple alpha brother. I guess people were just wary around his type. In my family, the only one who didn’t seem to care was Nathaniel. He never had a problem with Storm’s intense personality or the way he acted.
Once the food was ready, I headed upstairs, feeling a little uncertain as I walked into Kay’s room.
He’d just gotten out of the shower and was finishing up braiding his hair when I came in. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, and his eyes locked onto mine the second I walked through the door. His face stayed completely unreadable. I set the tray down on the desk in the corner and hesitated.
He didn’t acknowledge me, just kept braiding his hair.
Part of me expected him to say something about what he might’ve overheard earlier, but he didn’t, which was oddly comforting. Maybe he just didn’t care? I was a nobody to him. A convenient dildo. My family drama probably wasn’t even on his radar.
I thought for a second, then went to lean against the wall. Our eyes met again. The silence between us was thick, almost ominous.
Kay was wearing a thin white T-shirt, and I could clearly see the hard tips of his nipples through the fabric. He had on small black boxer briefs, his long legs and slender feet fully on display.
His eyes dropped to my bulge. Yeah, it was happening again. He picked up the tray, sat back on the bed, and started eating. Every now and then, he’d glance at me, but of course, he didn’t say a word. I just stood there against the wall, waiting. He wasn’t in a rush.
It looked like he really liked the tuna salad, though, because he ate the whole thing and even wiped the plate clean with a piece of bread. Only then did he pick up his tablet.
I couldn’t stop staring at him. My arousal kept building, but Kay seemed totally unbothered by me. The only thing I could focus on was his slim neck, marked with the hickeys I’d left here and there earlier, and the way his hand absentmindedly played with his braid. It was strangely erotic. His fingers moved so smoothly, stroking the braid’s length up and down. God, I wanted him so bad. And the smell… it was overpowering. I could barely breathe right.
At one point, he raised his digital pen to his mouth and slid it between his lips. Then he slowly pulled it out again.
I just stared, slack-jawed, unable to look away. His pink tongue flicked lightly over the tip of it.
Was he doing this on purpose? Or did he have no clue how suggestive it looked?
Every second was torture. Eventually, I stopped caring how I might look to him.
I had to do it. I pulled down my pants and took out my dick.
Kay froze when I started jerking off, his eyes glued to my erection. That intense gaze made me even more turned on. I didn’t need much. Just a few strokes and I was already coming, right there on the floor.
Then I tucked myself back in, crossed my arms, and leaned against the wall again like nothing had happened.
And apparently, nothing had. Kay went right back to his tablet, his expression blank, casually starting to draw something like I wasn’t even there. I’d been sure he’d think I was disgusting and pathetic, but I didn’t get that vibe from him at all.
If I had to guess, I’d say he even felt a weird sense of triumph.
But maybe I was just projecting.
And since I was good at waiting, as we’d already established, I rested my head back against the wall and closed my eyes. I could’ve stayed there half the night, waiting for his mercy, his invitation, his grace. Almost as if he really were a haughty, capricious prince, granting his favor only when he felt like it, when the mood struck him.
It was twisted, but it felt good in a sick, self-deprecating way. I’d been put in my place, left waiting like a hungry dog, and the sting of it was somehow sweet.
Minutes passed. Then more. My mind started drifting, floating somewhere, half dreaming, half brooding.
