Canon (Klein Brothers 2)

“Come again?”

I didn’t recognize the tone he said the words in, so I waved my hand around, trying to act like I was being breezy.

“Nah, it’s fine. Forget I said anything.”

“I fucking well will not,” he clipped. “Say what you just said again.”

Sighing, I accepted I wasn’t going to get away with not doing it and slowly turned to face him, but kept my eyes on the scarab tattoo on his neck.

“I was just thinking, why don’t you move in here? It doesn’t make sense to pay for two homes when we’re just using one.”

He didn’t leave me hanging or pepper me with questions.

In his true Canon way, completely uncomplicated, he just said, “Okay, I’ll pack my shit up and move it in here. You’re right, it’s a good starter home for us, and we can always look for something bigger when we feel like we need it.”

For some bizarre reason, the fact he’d called it a starter home when I’d called it a starting home was what stood out most to me, to begin with. But as I got into bed, it hit me—we were actually doing this. We were interweaving our lives in the most important way—well, aside from marriage and kids—and I was getting Canon Klein all to myself.

That was cause for celebration if ever there was one.

“Can we… you know.” I pointed at the injured side of his neck.

“Play Twister?”

Rolling my eyes, I got to my knees beside him. “No. Do you think we could, though?”

“Leapfrog? No, I don’t think my arm’s up to that.”

“Well,” I huffed, playing him at his own game, “if you’re not interested in—”

Using his good arm, Canon pulled me across his lap so quickly a raspy squawk came out of my mouth.

“Oh, I’m interested, baby. Now, get back on your knees and straddle me.”

I didn’t have to be told twice.

When I had a leg on either side of his thighs, I began to lower my ass down, assuming I’d be sitting, but his hand stopped me.

“No, wait right there. I’m going to play for a moment.”

I’d gone to bed tonight in just a tank and my panties, so all he had to do was shift them to the side to get access to where I really wanted him to ‘play.’ But did he do that? No.

Instead, his fingers trailed up the inside of my thighs, his knuckles only just hitting my folds before he moved them to the other thigh and gave it the same treatment. Back and forth, up, and down, he went, not once giving me what I wanted.

“Canon…”

“Give me a minute.” I don’t know if he could tell precisely how frustrated what he’d just done had made me, but bless his heart, he pulled the gusset of my panties to the side. “Hold this there with one hand and put your other one on my cock.”

It was an awkward position to hold, but I managed to do it. With the thin jersey barrier between my hand and the rigid shaft under it, I decided to give him a little bit of payback.

Cupping my hand over his length, I slowly trailed it up until I got to the tip. I could only just feel the piercing through the material, but I made sure to rub my thumb on it before circling the tip of his dick, knowing the sensation would drive him crazy.

Unfortunately, it backfired on me.

“I know what you’re doing, baby, and it’s not going to work.”

He circled my clit with the pad of his thumb, making sure to flick my piercing, knowing the effect it’d have on me. Then, angling his hand so that he was cupping my pussy, he skimmed the tips of two of his fingers through my folds until he got to my entrance.

My head had dropped back at some point, the multitude of sensations almost overwhelming me, but I lifted it as his following command.

“Look at me while I fuck you with my fingers.”

I so loved it when Canon’s dirty mouth took over. If I thought listening to Jarrod narrating lady porn was hot, my boyfriend commanding me while he fucked me was almost nuclear.

I couldn’t help it when my hips rolled. I swear they had a mind of their own.

“Is this getting to you, Jacinda?” he rasped as he moved his fingers in and out of me slowly, making sure to drag the pads across that little patch of heaven.

I swear, he was an anomaly. I knew the g-spot existed, but Canon hadn’t even stumbled once as he tried to find it. It was like his map had better directions than any of the ones on my phone.

He added another finger on the next press in, making it a tight fit. I was kind of proud of that fact if I was being honest, but it would be crude to get a t-shirt or a mug with something about it on them.