Page 16 of Devoted Sinner

Bryson smirked and found the lube. He didn’t say anything at King’s reassurance. His amused expression confused King until Bryson settled back down between King’s thighs. This time with lubed fingers. He went back to sucking King. His wet fingers found King’s asshole. He fingered King. Sounds of pleasure rumbled from King. His hips rocked. Then Bryson’s fingers found King’s prostate as he sucked hard. King buried his fingers in Bryson’s hair. It was out of his control.

“Oh, god, Bryson. Just like that. Everything about you drives me wild. You’re perfect.” He panted, trying to cling to his sanity. “I’m going to come. You feel too good. Stop now if you don’t want that. I can’t—” A cry ripped from King’s throat as he unexpectedly blew. He shook as cum filled Bryson’s mouth and ran down King’s length, soaking his balls. Before he had time to recover, Bryson shot upward and impaled King.

He froze. Horror etched his features as he stared down at King. “Fuck. I forgot the condom.”

They stared at each other.

King was the first to break. He lured Bryson’s close so he could steal a kiss. King needed to feel his feelings before he confessed his heart. He swiped his lips across Bryson’s. “It’s okay. Before you, I hadn’t been with anyone else in over ten years.”

Bryson pulled away enough to hold King’s stare. He looked shocked. “It was seven for me. I just…” Bryson took a shaky breath. “Nothing felt right anymore. I was missing something. I hadn’t met you.”

For much longer than necessary, they held each other’s stare. Then Bryson’s hips rocked forward, and King didn’t stop him. Their lips met. They shared each other’s air. King’s heart swelled until he thought he might burst. He wondered for a moment if he would cry. Everything about them was perfect and was everything he begged the universe for when he was alone at night. They felt permanent in a way they hadn’t before. He had hope. Now, he needed Bryson to leave him leaking.

Hours passed. Bryson couldn’t stop touching King or trying to make him moan. He expected to be exhausted. Instead, Bryson was exhilarated. Bryson wanted to do more than make love to King. He wanted toshowhim love. Bryson bounced on his knees next to King’s limp body. “I know. I know. Let’s make hot chocolate. It’s cold outside. It’s almost Christmas. We should put on our warmest pjs, start a fire in the fireplace, and cuddle up with cocoa.” Even Bryson heard the ridiculous happiness in his voice. He didn’t care. Bryson was happy.

“Sounds great.” King sounded as exhausted as he looked. But he still found the strength to topple Bryson onto his chest so he could claim Bryson’s lips. A loud clap rent the air as King’s hand landed solidly on Bryson’s ass. He squeezed Bryson’s ass cheek. “Let’s go. I want this dream night you’ve painted.”

With a chuckle, Bryson scrambled from the bed and threw on the bare minimum of clothes. “I’ll meet you in the kitchen in ten.”

King gave him a tired thumbs-up, pulling a laugh from Bryson. Bryson slipped from the room and raced to his bedroom. He needed to clean up a little and find some pajamas. The pure joy in Bryson’s heart had Bryson practically dancing in place. He couldn’t stop smiling. It felt like King and he were moving toward something amazing. He actually had a plan for them, but there were a few kinks to iron. First, and most importantly, he had to talk to Kylian. Bryson hadn’t openly dated anyone in front of Kylian since his split from Kylian’s mom. Kylian’s safety and happiness had always come first to him. Second, there was the issue of King’s position with him. While he didn’t doubt King would always keep him safe, no matter what position he held in Bryson’s life, Bryson couldn’t have the other guards sniping at King. Plus, he didn’t want King to still be considered an employee. He hadn’t quite figured that one out yet. Bryson didn’t want to hire a replacement. He abhorred when King was off duty and other people followed Bryson everywhere. It was uncomfortable. They would work it out, though. Somehow.

With clean skin and pajamas in place, Bryson practically skipped to the kitchen. He found King already there, wearing a teddy bear onesie and working on their hot chocolate. He already had a plate of sugar Christmas tree-shaped cookies set out on the island for them.

King turned when Bryson approached. The smile he wore was everything. King carried two cups to the island.

Bryson stole his chance. He wrapped his arms around King’s waist and held tight. His lips found the spot between King’s shoulder blades.

King twisted in his arms.

Bryson braced his palms on the island on either side of King. Words rose in his throat. It was well past the point he should have confessed his feelings. King’s head slowly lowered. Bryson knew he should stop King and say the three words that lived on his tongue. The back door swung open, and Bryson jumped away. Even he wasn’t sure why. It just happened.

Kylian stepped inside, dragging a suitcase behind him. He froze at the sight of them. His gaze moved slowly between them, as if assessing the situation. “Hey. Did I interrupt something?”

“Of course not. I’m so happy to see you.”

Kylian still didn’t budge at Bryson’s reassurance. “What’s going on here?”

Bryson laughed. “Nothing.” He flashed a glance King’s way, looking for reassurance. Instead, he saw hurt and betrayal in King’s eyes.

Even still, King didn’t expose him. King motioned toward the cups and cookies. “Security saw you coming. We made hot chocolate for you, and I set out some cookies.”

Bryson’s throat swelled. While King did an okay job of hiding his hurt while talking to Kylian, Bryson saw the pain behind every word.

Kylian ditched his bag and skipped across the room. “Awww. Thank you, King. You’re amazing. It’s been the longest day, and this is perfect.” He gave King and huge hug. Bryson watched them with his heart in his throat. Kylian kissed King’s cheek. “I missed you. Are you joining us for cocoa and cookies?”

King’s brittle smile stomped Bryson’s windpipe. “No. You need some time with your dad. He’s been missing you and bemoaning your absence every day. You two should catch up without me.”

Bryson tried like hell to catch King’s eye as Kylian moved to hug him, but King blatantly didn’t look his way. While Kylian still held tight, King slipped away, and Bryson fought the urge to call his name. Right there, before his eyes, Bryson watched every beautiful dream he had created fall from his grasp. He had broken the man he loved.

To the bottom of his soul, King hurt. He had known. Deep down, there had never been any doubt. Bryson was ashamed of him. He didn’t know if it was the dating a man aspect or that King was beneath him. Whatever the reason, King had felt it. He had known this night would come. At first, he had thought they were just playing it cool since he was Bryson’s guard. Then time kept passing and King had stayed a secret. He had thought he loved Bryson enough to deal. Unfortunately, King had greatly underestimated how badly Bryson’s open denial of them would hurt. He still saw Bryson laughing at the idea of anything going on between them.

King paced his bedroom. It was Friday night. He should go out. There were other places he could be. Places where he didn’t feel unwanted. The house had gone quiet ten minutes ago. He could change and just go. King knew how to drown himself. He was damn near an expert at becoming someone else for two days a week just to survive. King could do it again. He rubbed his chest. Why did his life have to keep being like this? Other people got to be happy. Why not him? King didn’t understand. He had thought things were perfect. Now he couldn’t deal.

King didn’t waste time. He didn’t try to look hot. He grabbed the first sexy clothes he came across and pulled them on. It was too cold for a skirt. So he only had to find a pair of jeans and a sexy shirt. His heart squeezed as he realized it was one of the cashmere sweaters Bryson had bought him. Fuck it. He pulled it on along with the jeans and swiped some eyeliner on his lids. It wasn’t great, but whatever. He just needed to get out of this house and away from Bryson.

He grabbed a black leather jacket and opened his bedroom door. Bryson stood on the other side, looking surprised to find himself face to face with King.

His gaze moved down King’s body. “Are you going out?”

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