King Hunt (Boys of Brisley 1)

Chapter Thirty-Five:

Where’s the Fire?

“Okay, so now you’reall caught up. What’s the Kylie verdict? Am I just glutton for punishment here? I’m scared, Ky. Honestly, I’ve given him more of me than I’ve ever given anyone, and if he ... no. I feel it. I feel what this means to him too ... am I crazy?” I rushed all of that out so quickly I knew I at least sounded crazy, but I also knew I could talk to her about anything.

She’d seen me at my worst.

“It’s been a few months, is time what you’re worried about? You waited a while with David and look how that ended up. Time doesn’t mean shit, Zepp. If you feel it and he feels it, who cares?”

I chewed my thumbnail as I thought about that. “He also left me so suddenly I couldn’t believe it was real. I guess it made me a little gun-shy to dive into something new. Things feel different with Sterling. It isn’t fair of me to compare the two, I’m just ... scared.”

Kylie hummed. “So be scared. Love is scary. Life is scary. All the best things are scary. Not to mention, the adrenaline rush will only intensify your orgasms.”

I laughed, that tension that was just building in my chest lessening by the second. “I’ve missed you. Do you want to come spend the night? I want you to meet my dick-for-brains.”

“Um ... yes. Yep, yeah, I’d kill for a day away from Point Isly. Or a week. How about a week?” she chuckled. “Seriously, just tell me when. I’ve got some time off built up.”

“Great! How about this weekend? We can have dinner and I’ll invite Ollie.” I paused, unsure if attempting to hook up my best friend and boyfriend’s brother was a good idea. “We’ll go to the bar too.”

“Can Ollie and Dick-for-Brains come with us to said bar?” she asked. “Your answer will then be my answer.”

“Yes? I mean I have to talk to them first, but I’m pretty sure I could convince them.”

“Then send me the address and when you want me to be there, and I’ll be there.”

“Awesome. Hey, when you come can you bring my body pillow? I got a new one here and I hate it. It isn’t like mine.” I couldn’t stop smiling when she agreed, nor after when I was cooking dinner and dancing around the kitchen. I felt good, really fucking good. It was amazing what a deep conversation with my best friend could do for the soul.

I smiled while I boiled the noodles. Smiled as I cooked the meat and sang into the spatula. Smiled as I checked on the perfectly browned bread in the oven while singing along to Whitney Houston’s “I Want To Dance With Somebody.”

I smiled all the way until I spun around and saw Sterling watching me with an amused expression. How long has he been there? Fuck! “Hi,” I said breathlessly, my cheeks heating up under his gaze. “Um ... when did you get home?”

“I refuse to answer that question,” he said cheekily. He was sweaty from his run and looked like a wet dream as he closed the space between us and pulled me to him. “Now. Do you want to dance with somebody, or do you want to dance with me?”

“You.” I leaned up to kiss him, surprised that his sweat didn’t bother me in the slightest. He smelled like Sterling, like my gorgeous god of a man, and without thinking I leaned up again to lick his cheek. I could taste him, a salty version of him, but it was all Sterling so I licked once more and then kissed the life out of him.

Dinner be damned, I needed him now.

He stepped back to feverishly strip off his shirt and do the same to mine, then lifted me up and laid me down right there on the kitchen floor. “Do you always cook dinner in just your panties?” he asked, low and promising as he slid the cotton to the side and dipped a finger inside me then brought it to his lips to suck it.

I shuddered, legs clenching around him as pure arousal overtook me. “Is that okay, Sir? I love your shirts and I hate pants.” And since it’s just us right now... why not?

“Yes. You look incredible like this.” He kissed me as he pushed his shorts down to free his cock, then slid into me right there on the cold tile.

I arched, grasping for anything but unforgiving ground and came up short. There was nothing to hold onto, nothing but him. My hands wrapped around his shoulders, legs around his torso and I felt completely surrounded by the sexiest man on Earth. “So good, Sir. Fucking love your cock!”

He kissed me to shut me up and fucked me into the floor, slipping his hand under my ass to make sure he didn’t hurt me. When that switch flipped from pain to pleasure, I struggled to hold back my impending orgasm. It was ridiculous how quickly Sterling could make me come, but the thought of him breeding me right here in the kitchen sent goosebumps up my arms. How many times had I imagined this? Craved exactly this when I was so sex-deprived I may have been a born-again virgin. But I wasn’t anymore, Sterling Bishop ensured that every single day. “Sir...” Oh, fuck it! “Sir, please c-an I ... come?”

The second he gave me permission, the fucking smoke detectors went off. My eyes flew open to see smoke above his head, but he didn’t stop — he ignored the entire world around us and focused only on me and my pleasure. The knowledge that he’d let the world — or at least this house — burn for my climax shoved me over so forcefully my vision went black, and I cried out his name as I released all over his perfect, throbbing cock.

I felt his teeth on my neck as he fucked harder, faster, way out of rhythm with the smoke alarm until he was filling me up and pulling out so quickly his come ended up all over my thighs.

“Open the windows,” he barked, grabbing a fire extinguisher from under the sink and opening the oven door to deal with the flames.

I was a mess as I frantically dressed and ran around downstairs to open all the windows I could reach. My bun had graduated beyond messy as it slung on the side of my head, come soaked my panties as well as my legs, and the slipperiness made walking of any kind difficult. When I finally felt safe enough to go clean myself up, the front door flew open.

“Mr. Bishop!” a young fireman yelled, immediately flanked by three others.

I froze, my jaw slack when they took in the state of me and within seconds I knew that they knew what really happened here. Well, fuck.