King Hunt (Boys of Brisley 1)
Chapter Sixteen:
Hindsight
Once Sterling was fedand Charlie was in bed, I cleaned up the dishes and joined him on the couch as I braced myself for denial. “So ... I had something I wanted to talk to you about.”
“I know. You never text me unless it’s about my dad,” he said lightly. “I don’t accept your resignation.”
I smiled and crinkled my nose at him. “Well good, I wasn’t going to even if you did want to accept it.” I knew I should ask before we got too far off track, but I couldn’t help myself. “Did the Crocs grow on you?”
“Not even a little bit,” he said immediately. “I’ve had dreams about getting rid of them, you know. Taking them up in Ollie’s jet and dropping them into the ocean. Throwing them into a fire. Letting Carl eat them.”
My jaw dropped. “You know they’re multi-use? They’re also weapons, and I’m not afraid to use them on you. Plus Carl would never. He loves them. Your leather work shoes on the other hand ... I’ve had to save more than a few of them.”
“God damnit, Carl.” He rolled his eyes, leaning back and draping his arm over the back of the couch so his fingertips were brushing my shoulder. “Is this really about your Crocs?”
“Oh, no. You’re distracting.” Especially like this. “Would it be okay if I changed my address? I know I’ve imposed a lot already, but Kylie had to send my mail and apparently that’s illegal? Not the point, I could get a PO Box if you weren’t comfortable with that, but I figured it wouldn’t hurt to ask.”
He frowned, wiggling his fingers just enough to tease me. “You live here, don’t you? A box would be a waste of money.”
Without realizing, I leaned into the touch. “I didn’t want to just assume it was okay, but I’ll take that as a yes and do it sometime soon.” It’d be hard to do since Sterling was never home during the week when the post office was open, but I’d figure it out. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. You can use my computer if you need to,” he offered. “Unless I find out you downloaded a bunch of porn when you looked into physical therapy for my dad, anyway.”
“There’s nothing wrong with porn.” I really prefer to go in for this after what happened the last time I changed my address, but I’ll take what I can get. At least if anything it’d just go back to Ky instead of David again. “But yeah, I can do it online. Wait, how did you know I used your office?”
He looked genuinely caught off guard for a moment, then played it off. “I got a notification when you logged in. There are a lot of sensitive files on that computer.”
“Oh, yeah okay. Glad I cleared out the porn then,” I joked, bumping him softly with my hand and letting it sit there for a long second before pulling it away.
“Fuck, did you clear out mine too? Had a few favorites I was cycling through.” He smiled softly, then squeezed my shoulder before standing up. “I’m heading to bed, though. I have a really long fucking day tomorrow, but you’re off the hook for dinner. I’ll send something for you guys, okay?”
“Okay.” I stayed down where I was, looking up at him through my lashes. “Sleep well. Don’t forget to snore.”
All he did was smirk and walk away, leaving me to catch my breath and melt into the couch. That fucker was so hot, too damn hot, and I didn’t know how much longer I’d survive him.
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THE NEXT FEW WEEKSflew by, and when I got my first piece of mail, I was glad the online form worked. Sterling and I hadn’t spent much time together; he seemed to be working even later nights than before, and honestly, it was for the best. We seemed to be drawn to each other in ways we shouldn’t be, and when I walked past his bedroom one night and overheard him “snoring”, I tried to walk away and remind myself of that fact.
I tried.
It didn’t work.
Before I knew what I was doing, I pressed my ear against his door and fought the urge to slip my hand into my panties.
“Stay still, baby. I want you just like this.”
God, he talks to himself! Does he do that with his partners? I’d stay still for you. I’d do whatever you wanted.
“Fuck, ride me, baby. You’re fucking mine.”
Jesus fuck ... I’m going to die.I listened a while longer, writhing with a throbbing clit before I caved. I tentatively slid my hands in my pants and joined him. It took seconds for me to get to the edge, seconds for me to be shaking and fighting the urge to bust in the room and beg for him to take me apart.
“Good girl. Come for me.”
I lost it, coming as quietly as I could right outside his fucking door, and when I dropped my head against it, I struggled to catch my breath.
I didn’t know how long I stood like that, but when I came to, I was sad I missed his orgasm. Unfortunately for me, that wasn’t all I missed. I didn’t hear him walk up to the door, but when he spoke again, he was right on the other side of it. “Satisfied, Zeppelin?”