Exposed King (Boys of Brisley 2)
Not one part of me was in a position to argue. I stripped down to my boxers and flopped down on the bed with a sigh, spreading my legs a little so she could sit on my ass. “Just for a few minutes, though. I want you to take a bubble bath with me.”
“Deal.”
She grabbed the lotion and started on my shoulders, rubbing out the tension from carrying around Rio all day. Her small hands felt amazing, like they were made to touch my skin no matter what they were doing, and when she moved down to my lower back I couldn’t fight the moan.
“Marry me,” I whispered. “Don’t ruin this. Say yes.”
Mia chuckled and ignored my question completely, but I was just happy she didn’t say no. “Fuck, marry, kill: Ryan Reynolds, Dame Helen Mirren, and Beyoncé.”
“How am I not supposed to marry Dame Helen Mirren? That woman is a goddess. Which leaves me doing the dirty with Deadpool and I suppose Bey draws the short straw,” I said without hesitation. “Make it harder next time, babe.”
“Harder, huh? That’s your job, baby.” She slapped my ass playfully and started humming. “Oh, I got one! Golden Girls. Go.”
I gasped, flipping over so fast she flew off me. I grabbed her quickly so she wouldn’t fall off the bed and grinned sheepishly with a whispered apology, then sighed like a dramatic baby. “First of all, there are four of them, so I get to pick two for one. That means ... I’m killing Blanche because I don’t trust her, I’d tag team Dorothy and Sofia, and marry Rose.”
“Tag team a mother and daughter? Oliver Bishop!” Her grin was so bright I swore she lit up the room, and I found myself kissing her over and over again as I pinned her to the bed.
“You can join, baby. Plenty of Sofia to go around,” I whispered playfully. “In related news, I’d fucking love to watch you get eaten out by a chick someday, but then I’d have to kill her for touching you. So maybe not.”
Mia chuckled, reaching up to squeeze my chin and shake my head. “Guess you can only dream about it then, baby. No murdering allowed.”
“Your pussy is mine, Mia,” I said more seriously. “I know we haven’t exactly laid ground rules, but it’s mine. Only I get to do this.”
I ducked down and pulled her panties to the side to suck her clit, but I stopped before she could come. “Coño, Ollie. My pussy has no complaints, she loves being yours.” Mia bit her lip and smiled. “Bath ... before I sit on your face and take it.”
“Who said that’s not what I want?” I flipped onto my back and held an arm out for her. “Come on my face and then we’ll take a bath.”
She pulled off her panties and scrambled up like she couldn’t fight it if she tried, bracing herself on the pillows above my head. “Love your mouth, baby.”
“And I love the way you taste.” I slid my arms under her thighs to grip her ass and pinned her to me — I didn’t let her ride my face at all, I held her there and ate her out until she clenched her thighs around my head and came hard with my name on her lips.
I didn’t let her up right away. “So good, baby. Stay right here.” I flicked my tongue out and gently kissed her pussy, nuzzling between her thighs and making a home there. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” She was breathing hard, still twitching lightly. “Never get enough of that.”
“Me either.” I kissed her again and again, alternating between thighs and her clit, just pressing my lips to her body until it had to be more annoying for her than hot. “Gonna use your ass as a pillow tonight. I changed my mind about spooning.”
She laughed, then collapsed onto the bed next to me. “You promised me a bath, baby.”
“I know. And I meant it, it’s just hard to stop touching you once I start.” I rolled off the bed and stretched, groaning when my back popped and cracked thanks to that massage. “Give me five minutes, then come join me.”
I lit more candles in the bathroom and drew a hot bubble bath in the tub I hardly ever got to use, then brushed my teeth and washed my face as I waited for her.
Her legs looked wobbly as she walked in and then she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me softly. “I’ll return the favor as soon as we get out of the bath.”
“Oh?” I hummed, picking her up and stepping carefully into the bath. “Favor, huh? Who said I did that for you?”
“I did,” she argued, then bit the hell out of my jaw as she straddled my lap. “And I’ll take your come for myself too, Mr. Bishop.”
Fucking hell. “You can have anything you want, Mia Camilla Perez. Todas las cosas. All of the things.”
“Okay. I think I’ll keep you.” I could feel her fingers playing with the hair on the back of my head. “Do you need help with anything? I feel like you’re always spoiling me. Can I help you with the house?”
“Everything’s just about done,” I lied. Everything was done, I just wasn’t ready for it to be. “What I need more than anything is for you to keep being you. What you did for me today ... thank you.”
I could tell that meant a lot to her. “You’re welcome. I’ll always have your back, baby. You’ve been doing so good.”
Again, I found myself wondering what I’d done to deserve her. It was a road I knew I couldn’t go down, because if I did, all of it would fall apart — I’d realize I hadn’t done anything at all to deserve her and I’d try to leave again.