Page 46 of Sinister Legacy
Hayley watches me lean over the edge of the armchair and place the bottle on the coffee table.
“I’m not thinking too hard.”
“You are. Let me guess. Keira.”
“Keira again?” Jasper says, his arm still wrapped around Ava’s shoulders. “Does she have a golden pussy or something?”
Hayley laughs, her shoulders shaking against me.
Staring at the TV, I press my thumb to the tip of each finger, back and forth.
“She has something,” I admit.
“Smoking will give you cancer,” Kit teases, as he exits through the patio doors. It’s cold as fuck tonight, and my breaths puff out in front of me. I take another deep drag of the cigarette pinched between my fingers, then blow the smoke out to the side and smirk. “What’s the saying? You only live once.”
Kit peers in through the patio doors to make sure no one is watching before taking the cigarette from between my lips. He takes a drag, his eyes squinting in the darkness. Then he tosses it to the ground and crushes it beneath his shoe.
“What the—” I chuckle disbelievingly, but he cuts me off as he shoves me back against the side of the house and sinks his teeth into my bottom lip. My cock jumps in my jeans, and my hands land on his hips.
“You’re looking too fucking irresistible tonight,” Kit growls.
I brush his brown hair away from his brow and kiss him again before whispering against his lips, “You should leave her.”
His head shakes, and then he deepens the kiss as he snakes his arms around my neck. “It’s more exciting to sneak around, don’t you think?”
I hum into his mouth and palm the hard outline of his big cock through the rough fabric of his jeans. Spinning us, I press him up against the wall. “You this hard for me?”
Laughter drifts from the partially open patio doors while I kiss him slow and deep. Kit and I first hooked up about a month back when we had both had a few too many drinks one night.
I like him.
Probably more than I should.
But he’s good fun and partial to dick when he’s not pretending to be straight.
“Where did Kit go?” Kara’s voice rings out from the living room.
“Fuck,” he grits out, breathing harshly against my lips. “She’ll come looking for me soon.” His big hand fumbles with the button of my jeans, and he snakes it inside my boxers and palms my length.
Choking on air, I fist my hand and bite the knuckles. “Fuck, Kit…”
“I love it when you do that.”
I lower my hand and crane my neck to look in through the patio doors. If anyone finds out about this, my fun with Kit is over. I don’t want that to happen. I would rather sneak around with him than not get to have him at all.
“Do what?”
“Groan my name like that.”
He nips at my neck with his sharp teeth before dropping to his knees in front of me.
As he lowers the front of my jeans, I bang the back of my head against the side of the house. “You’re killing me.”
Stroking my veiny cock, he flashes a dirty smile. “Have I ever told you that you talk too much?”
“Once or twi…” I trail off as he takes me into his hot mouth.
Holy fuck…
