Kingdom Come

A sort of miracle occurred, if you considered how long my sexual drive had been on hiatus. My cock hardened, which it hadn’t done in weeks, maybe months. I’d thought with my line of work, it had become apathetic to the sights and sounds of sex. I’d wrongly believed that maybe I’d seen and done so much, nothing would excite me again.

I looked at her then down at my dick hidden behind a zipper. The traitorous beast was going against everything we appreciated on a woman. She appeared tall, lean, and athletically built. My cock and I were into women with shapely asses and tits the size of melons—as long as they were natural. I had a personal dislike for fake tits unless they were really well made.

This woman was everything but. I stepped out of the room and went to the other side of the place to make a hushed call.

“Bro,” I said to Kalen, my only sibling and a half-brother at that. We shared a father but not mothers. His was our dad’s first wife, and Kalen had grown up in Scotland after they divorced when he was very young. My mother was Dad’s current wife.

“What’s up, Connor? It’s late.”

“What’s up? Tell me about the blonde in my bed,” I said.

Kalen was quiet for a moment. “Don’t touch her,” he said, sounding like a papa bear. But I wasn’t his son.

“Why not?” I quickly drew a conclusion. Currently, he was chasing a woman around the world, but that didn’t mean she was the only one. “Do you have more than one woman you care about?”

“She’s Bailey’s best friend. I’m keeping her safe.”

Bailey was the woman who had slayed my brother’s heart. He was doing his best to keep her safe from whoever had targeted her. From the guilt I’d heard in his voice when he told me he was taking her to Scotland to keep her safe, I figured it was his mess had put her in danger. Now she’d done the unthinkable and left him where he’d stashed her in Scotland. Apparently, the danger had spilled over to her best friend who slept in my bed.

“Safe from what? And why in my apartment without telling me?” I asked.

“If I knew who I was keeping her safe from, I wouldn’t be in this mess.”

I shook my head. “You’ve never really explained what’s going on or why you’re chasing your redhead all over the world.”

“If I had something to explain, I would. There are plenty of people working on this.”

“Who, Griffin and his security team?” I asked, annoyed my brother had a better relationship with his best friend than me.

“Griffin is good at what he does.”

“So again, I ask why you’ve stashed your girlfriend’s best friend in my apartment.”

“As I recall, you were getting rid of the place and gave me the keys. I needed a place not tied to me in case all this shit Bailey is going through has something to do with me. I figured since you were selling, it would be empty.”

“You assumed wrong, brother. No contract was signed. No money changed hands. Which means legally, this place is still mine. You should have told me. But since you didn’t, I’ll consider her a gift,” I teased to rile him up. “Good night.”

Before I ended the call, my brother’s curses rang loud and clear through the phone. I silenced the device because Kalen was sure to call back. Then on quiet feet, I made my way back to my bedroom. I had never had a woman in my bed—not here at least. I’d kept this apartment as a sacred space free of anything but my creativity when I needed to unleash it. Yet as I watched the sleeping woman, trying to conjure why she seemed so familiar, I didn’t get annoyed over her presence.

A knock shattered the silence and my butterfly turned in her sleep. When her face came into view, I got my answer as to why she seemed familiar. I disappeared down the hall as the knock continued. I had a feeling Kalen, if he was in town, had hightailed it over her to save the princess.

I stepped into the pantry and partially closed the door, where I watched as the blonde bombshell, sexily sleep rumpled, made her way to the door. So confident in herself, the robe she’d chosen to don—which was mine—hung open, giving me a view of everything I’d missed when she’d lain prone on the bed.

My dick, harder than granite, could have punched through stone to get to her and that was a problem. The slim blonde minx wasn’t my type physically, but the problem was I knew exactly who she was. We’d met before.ThreeLizzy“Hold your horses,” I said groggily. I peered through the peephole and muttered, “Son of a bitch,” when I recognized the man on the other side. After belting my robe closed and opening the door, I glanced at my arm where my watch should be but wasn’t. “Why are you here at what the fuck hour?”