Page 83 of I Replaced His Husband
Neither of us said a word at first, but as I looked at him, I saw color rising in his cheeks.
And that’s when it dawned on me. Nathaniel’s simple advice had actually helped. It grounded me and gave me a way to shift gears. Instead of spiraling, I felt clear. I decided I would show Kay he could count on me to be emotionally stable and reliable. He had more than enough on his plate.
I remembered how, back when things were falling apart in my family after my oldest brother, River, ran away, my dad cried for weeks. If it hadn’t been for my father’s unrelenting strength holding everything together, my dad probably would’ve ended up in a psych unit.
Kay needed a steady presence, not a clingy mess desperate for attention, someone who could handle the weight of this difficult situation.
Eight years of love!
I’d never had that, he had. Could I even begin to grasp what he’d lost? Certainly not. But I could try to be patient, respectful, and emotionally solid.
"Do you need me close, Kay?" I asked, my voice calm and quiet.
He nodded, blushing deeper.
There was something almost apologetic in his energy as he slowly stepped into the room, his expression subdued, submissive.
Was my cousin right? Had Kay come around?
"I felt alone tonight," he said softly, his voice carrying a trace of shyness. "I got used to… you being there. Working next to me."
I stood up slowly. Kay turned toward his room, since that was where we always had sex, but I caught his arm. He paused, surprised, and looked at me. My hands slid over his shoulders,down his back, and along his sides. I pulled him close by the waist and sat him down on my desk, making him gasp.
Our eyes locked. There was this primal, intense connection, his soul seemed wide open, scared, hopeful, confused, nervous. And turned on.
"Rain, I know I’m not easy. But please don’t give up on me, okay? I know I act all over the place sometimes, just… try to put up with me."
I leaned in and kissed his temple, wrapping him in a hug that lasted a full minute. Just a hug.
"I'm not giving up," I whispered into his ear. "I never will, not on you."
His scent wrapped around me, it was intoxicating, alluring, promising. The wave was in full swing.
My lips trailed wet kisses down his cheek to his neck. He gasped, and his fingers hooked onto the waistband of my pants. The connection that the mating bond was granting us was in maximum effect now, and I could feel exactly what he wanted, even though he didn’t say a word.
Without hesitation, I pulled down his pants. What he demanded from me was clear: support and to meet his need. And I wanted to give him exactly that.
He was already hard, so I gently pushed him farther onto the desk, easing him onto his back. I took his dick into my mouth and started to suck him off.
Kay didn’t take long. He moaned, arms flung above his head, totally giving in to the pleasure as I worked around his shaft, deepthroating him.
He came shortly after. While he was still riding the climax, I thought about saying something playful, one of my usual dirty talk lines, but decided it wasn’t the right vibe for now. So instead, I leaned up, spread his thighs, and slid my dick into his hot entrance. He exhaled, his lips parting. I kept my eyeson those lips as I started thrusting, slow and controlled. I didn’t want to rush. I just wanted to feel him, watch him, my hands gliding over his belly.
It wasn't long before I rolled up the thin fabric of his shirt to find his nipples, pink, swollen, and hypersensitive. I rolled them between my thumb and forefinger, slowly but firmly, and noticed a small white droplet coming off one of the nubs. I scooped it up and licked the milk off my finger. Kay’s eyes widened, he whimpered, and I felt his passage clench around me. Well, it was all the reassurance I needed to know he approved.
His face flushed a deep red as I sweetly tortured his hard buds, his dick throbbing as it spilled a few thick drops of cum. Clearly, his nipples were his strongest erogenous zone, or perhaps they were only so sensitive when he was pregnant?
I leaned over him, elbows resting beside his arms, our faces inches apart.
His long, ink-black lashes, those parted, cherry-red, damp lips. Gosh, I wanted to kiss him so badly, but that had to be his move.
Instead, my mouth moved to his second gland, the one I hadn’t marked. I was surprised to see that Maurice’s bite was barely visible there now, just a faint shadow. That made me suck on it even harder, more eagerly. Soon I was making almost obscene sounds, licking, nibbling, and biting lightly at the spot.
Kay kept moaning and arching under me. A few minutes later, he came again.
The desk wasn’t exactly ideal. It was time to move.
I picked him up carefully and carried him to his bedroom. As I reached the bed, I noticed his nest was barely there, more like nonexistent, pillows loosely scattered at the edge of the bed, but I didn’t say anything.
