Exposed King (Boys of Brisley 2)

To show him without telling, I pushed into it, moaning his full name when I felt the slightest bit of pressure right where I craved it. “Ay, Papí you’re the perfect one. Come on, harder.”

I reached up to squeeze his hand and show him exactly what I meant, but those hazel eyes widened as he tried to let go. “Mia, wh—”

Man is going to kill me with how adorable he is.I squeezed even harder, coming almost instantly when the blood flow was slowed, and as my body shook with its release Ollie tipped his head back and grunted.

“God damnit, baby! I— shit!” He shifted, digging his fingertips into my hips to hold me down as he chased his own release and filled up that condom, but the string of filth and profanity he let out after told me he hated that thing.

And so did I.

I rolled my hips as we came down, my bottom lip between my teeth as I watched him catch his breath. Every inch of him was gorgeous, and I was dangerously addicted already. “Ay, Huevos. How the hell am I supposed to walk away?”

“Let’s not pretend that was more than eight minutes, Mia. I’d be embarrassed, but fucking hell, you know how to move. Stay right here, I’ll be ready for round two in a minute.”

He met my lips slowly this time, and I opened for him without any hesitation.

He fucking had me.

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Oliver

She didn’t let me have round two.

I was hard inside of her, and she didn’t let me have it.

That gorgeous, teasing, wonderful woman kissed me until I was hard enough to make it borderline painful, and then she slid off and told me time was up.

“You can come get your sad huevos now,” she said as she fixed her outfit and snuck out of the car.

I followed her, gripping my aching cock through my jeans to make sure it was hidden well enough. “They were happy fucking huevos a few minutes ago. You’re the devil, you know that, right?”

Her laugh was more carefree than ever before, and as I watched her walk back into work and put her apron back on, I could truly tell how badly she’d needed it. The flush still lingering in her cheeks made my chest ache as much as my cock, and knowing I was the one to put it there made my very blue huevos a little better.

I washed up before eating my food, waved cheekily at her boss on his way out, then dashed out to my car to grab the coloring books for Little Hombre before I forgot again. When I came back in, the diner was almost completely empty except for two older gentlemen drinking coffee and laughing about something I couldn’t quite hear, so I took the books straight to Mia at the register. “You know that fucking adorable little kid who comes here sometimes and colors? Will you give these to him?”

She eyed me warily for a moment and then dropped her gaze to the books before ever reaching out to take them. “Did he ask you to get him these?”

“No, he—” I paused, wondering if I’d somehow done something wrong “— just mentioned he loved space and I think that’s really fucking cool. He mentioned one of them in particular ... the one on top. I just got a little carried away. I don’t have any kids of my own, so it’s not every day I get to buy coloring books. I got crayons too, but now I think maybe I shouldn’t have?”

I watched her soften before my eyes. “No, that’s really sweet, Papí. Here.” She held out her hand for the crayons and looked at the books closer. “He’s talked about this one for months. Did he tell you about Pluto?”

“He did, yeah.” I grinned, relaxing a little. “Started talking about dwarf planets and then got frustrated he couldn’t remember something so I distracted him with a story about the time I met Neil deGrasse Tyson. I don’t know whose kid he is, but they should be damn proud of how bright he is.”

“She is.” Mia’s eyes dropped to my lips like she wanted to kiss me right there, but Deon walked out in his stupid white apron to ask her about an order in Spanish. When he finally went back to the kitchen, our moment was gone. “I’ll make sure he gets them, Sweet Huevos.”

I snorted, then sat down on one of the pink-topped swivel chairs. “Thank you. Now ... about that date.”

“I’m still too busy,” she responded, her face in a seemingly permanent smile.

“Hmm. So you decided to skip straight to marriage then, huh? Fucking sweet.” I patted my pockets. “Forgot the ring at home but you’ll have it by tomorrow.”

She leaned in to respond in a whisper. “Not going to marry you. Even if you fuck me that good.”

I sighed, grinning widely. “Fine. Then your choices are Carl Sagan, Neil deGrasse Tyson, and me, since we’ve got a space theme today. Go on ... ask me how I fit in there.”

“How the hell do you fit with space guys, Papí?”

“I’m outta this world.” I laughed a little too loudly and covered my mouth with my hand, then cleared my throat as she rolled her eyes and cussed so profoundly in Spanish that I nearly asked her to marry me again. “Seriously, though. Fuck, marry, kill. Sagan, Tyson and me. Go.”