King Hunt (Boys of Brisley 1)

Lucky fuckin’ him.

I signed into Netflix and handed the remote back, then caught the tail end of a conversation involving Oliver.

“I’ve got it handled, Dad. As always. He’s fine.”

It had been a while since I talked to him so I made a mental note to send a text on Charlie’s behalf ... and maybe on my own as well. Oliver already felt like a little brother to me, even if he was a couple years older.

“Do you need anything from home, Charlie? I can probably bring your humidifier if theirs sucks.”

“No, no. They’re taking very good care of me. But would you mind getting the nurse? I need to use the restroom.”

Sterling ducked out to grab him and Charlie took the opportunity to lean in. “Tell me. Is he being better to you?”

I nodded, smiling softly. “He really is, I just like to give him a hard time. He’s so handsome when he’s tense,” I joked. “He’s really fucking sweet when he wants to be, huh?”

“He has his moments, though I haven’t seen that side of him in a long time with someone other than me and Oliver. Keep up the good work, Ze—”

He cut off abruptly as we were joined by Sterling and a taller man in dark blue scrubs who came to help Charlie to the restroom.

Once we were alone, all those feelings bubbled right back to the surface. I still needed him. Being here only simmered the boil, but one look at Sterling in the chair across the room had me feeling hot all over my body so I walked right up to him and straddled his lap. Taking a chance, I leaned in for a deep, sensual kiss and a quick tug of his hair, needing him to know exactly how I was feeling inside.

“Damnit, sweetheart,” he groaned, tipping his head back to breathe. “You understand what will happen when we get home, yes?”

“Yes,” I gasp, trailing kisses down his neck. “I’ve been a bad girl, haven’t I?”

I bit him, making him flinch and growl into my ear. “Very ... bad. You’ve made your point. Give me a number, Zeppelin. I need to know how many times to spank you.”

I could’ve died right there, just a puddle of butterflies and arousal and need. I had no idea what number to pick since I’d never been spanked even once, so I kept it sort of low but high enough that I knew I’d get full enjoyment out of it. “Thirteen, Sir.”

He cleared his throat with wide eyes, then nodded once. “Thirteen it is. Now sit. I need you to be a good girl until we get home, can you do that for me?”

“Yes,” I responded while playfully shaking my head no. “Kidding. I’ll be your good girl, can you ... Sir can you snap at me one more time before anyone comes back? I promise I’ll be good.”

I heard the crack almost instantly and saw the dark promise in his eyes, the promise that I’d pay for pushing every one of his buttons tonight. “Now sit ... down.”

I slipped from him painfully slowly, my bottom lip between my teeth as I moved to my own chair and crossed my legs. “Yes, Sir.”

The door opened not four seconds later, and I struggled to bite back a huge grin. As much as I loved and missed Charlie, my mind wasn’t there anymore, it was at home, right alongside all that sinful promise ... and I couldn’t fucking wait to get back.