Page 26 of Just Like You (Square Mile Rogues #2)

Kieron

T here was something so incredibly human about waking up with someone else pressed against your chest. A feeling of…

Maybe it was belonging. Or that uncomfortable feeling of having pins and needles in your leg because you didn’t want to move.

Whatever it was, I just wanted to hold on to what I had here for a few more minutes.

I had no idea what time it was, but my mouth was dry, and despite the earlier shower?

I was hot and bothered. The sounds from the streets outside, I couldn’t even remember what floor I was on in this hotel, let alone what part of the city.

I was in S?o Paolo, Brazil. I knew that.

I hoped, chuckling to myself. I hadn’t even registered anything out the windows on the bus ride from the airport, too preoccupied with the hand in mine and the small fact that I’d got him back.

This was madness. But it was the best kind of madness as I kissed his head.

All that sun-kissed blond hair. Rays of light coming from the windows, dancing through the openings to the blind.

The way his shoulders curved down over his arm, the arm that was still tightly wrapped around my neck. Holding me in place.

His. I was bloody his. God help me, but that was the truth here, and I didn’t care what that meant or who it made me, I would do anything just to have this.

He still had my watch, now placed on the bedside table next to his ID and work tie. Like they were items that were now inseparable. Part of who he was, as much as I was me.

Mine. He was mine. And whatever happened next? I hoped I could deal with it, in the right way. Not do anything stupid again that would scare him away.

I suddenly wanted to tell him about work.

About my boss, who was a freaking badass lady, and also someone who knew me.

Explain to him that I needed that. Juliet knew my quirks and my bad temper and my ridiculous traits and still held on to me.

Calmed me down when I needed it and made sure the people around me dealt with whatever I threw their way.

She also told me off. Her threats of spanking my arse were absolutely real, and she had, many a time.

With words, of course. Stern looks, harsh words and sending Bash Dewaert to do her dirty work.

I hated it when she did. I hated it even more when she sent that Faye, who drove me up the walls.

Well, maybe I was becoming softer in my old age, because, yes.

Maybe I could see some of Faye’s finer qualities.

She was trustworthy; I’d give her that. And even Maura had been nice to me lately.

I needed this, more than anything in the world. The calm he brought me, just lying here like there was nothing else I needed to do. I could just relax. Switch off my brain for a few precious moments and allow myself just to exist. Here in this now.

He mumbled something in his sleep, moving gently in my arms. I kissed his head, like this was now something I did. The constant affection, that I was getting back. His face now burrowing into my chest.

“You awake?” I asked, gently moving a strand of hair from his forehead. His nose was still pushing into my skin.

“I was expecting to be fucked awake.”

“Cheeky.” I smiled. “I can oblige with that. But I have no condoms.”

“So, I am expected to get up and find stuff.”

“Yup. Perhaps I am the one who should be serviced,” I joked, and he lifted his head. Kissed me. Morning breath and all. I didn’t care. He was mine. I’d decided, earlier on this morning. At some point, it had just become clear in my head exactly what he was.

“Hang on. You’re so spoilt. I’m the one who worked all night.”

“I’m the one who sat on a plastic bench all night waiting for you to turn up. ”

“That’s because you’re an idiot. If we’d planned this better, you would have arrived on the morning flight.”

“Didn’t want to risk not seeing you.”

“But you did,” he said, getting up and rummaging in his bag, then crawling back onto the bed, stark naked. Even the sight of his limp dick was arousing. His soft skin. A little more hair over his body. A small trail down his stomach. I traced it with my finger.

“I usually wax. Didn’t have time. I was busy wallowing in angry heartbreak and wanted to stab knives into someone called Gina DeSanto.”

“Hope you didn’t.”

“Gina is alive and well.”

“Good. Because I am hoping she’ll become someone you can rely on as well. And, let me tell you something.”

I shifted on the bed so he could get comfortable next to me. Naked. Relaxed. That little pouch in his hand. I knew what was inside, like this was another thing that was now…ours.

“Thing is,” I continued, “Gina, she bought her first car when she was eighteen. She’d taken driving lessons and passed on her first attempt.

Then she picked up this car she’d bought and disappeared.

I was frantic with worry; nobody knew where she was, and, you know.

Phone-tracking wasn’t a thing then. She had some crappy old Nokia, and it wasn’t on.

Then suddenly she rang me, shouting that she was on a beach in Cornwall.

I might have screamed at her. I mean? She just got in this thing and drove because she was finally free.

She could go wherever she wanted. Just fill up the tank, press the pedal and go.

I envied her. I envied her so much. I hate driving.

Will take myself from home to work, but that’s it.

Hate it. Gina? If you ever want a ride? She’ll turn up, all excited with keys and a coffee from the service station and her GPS ready to go. Even if it’s just to pick up pizza.”

“She’d be mad to drive all the way to Farnborough.”

“She won’t care if you ask her to come pick you up in bloody Paris. Because that’s who she is. And she loves to be asked. She’s like me. We don’t have many friends, especially ones who like the things we like. Gina loves driving. I like…you.”

“I guessed.” He smiled. “But, that’s actually cool.

I like people like that. Unpredictable. A bit like my friend Sonny.

Completely different from Gina, but anyway.

I like that I never know what’s going to come out of his mouth.

That he does these weird and wacky things and then tells me about them. It makes me smile.”

“Good.”

“He’ll die if I invite him round and Gina turns up. He’d literally die. He’s the biggest Eurovision nerd, and she’s an icon.”

“I’ve never watched it. Didn’t even watch when Gina was on it. Awkward. I mean? It’s people I know, on TV? I can’t deal.”

“I can understand that.”

He pulled me down again. Kissed me.

“I want to slam you up against the wall and fuck you,” came out of my mouth .

“You can do that.” He grinned. “But afterwards, I might need tea. And maybe something to eat.”

“Well.” I grinned, because. Well. “You know me. I never last long. Shall I order room service, and by the time I’ve spent my load and made you dirty the bed, we should have breakfast by the door?”

“It’s like five in the evening.”

“Well. Who cares?”

“True?”

He got on top of me, on all fours. Kissing his way down my chest as I awkwardly ordered room service on the phone.

Licking my dick, with a little smile on his face.

Sucking my balls. Oh God. The way he looked at me.

My dick was all hard and red as I slammed the phone down and tried to rip open a condom.

“Let me,” he said, taking it from my hand before expertly rolling it on. God. How had I gone from zero to this in what? A minute?

“I don’t…tend to last long. Never have. Especially with you.”

“I need to train you then. Just edge you along a bit.”

“No one has done that to me before.”

“Tease you. Then refuse to let you come.”

“Don’t,” I warned. “That won’t work.”

He rummaged in his little pouch again, getting the lube out. Flicking the lid and smearing it over the palm of his hand.

“Do you want me to lube you up, or…shall I just…”

“Get over here,” I demanded, reaching for him.

“No, patience, Ki. Gonna give you a little show.”

“No shit,” I huffed out as he reached behind himself.

The palm of his hand smearing lube all over his backside.

His fingers moving in small circles against his crack, and I had to grab myself.

A few tugs that made me shiver. Him right there, just watching me, made me hit that sweet spot where I knew…

Shit. I might actually come before I even got anywhere near him.

“Slow down,” I begged.

And then he stopped.

“I didn’t mean for you to stop,” I whined as he just laughed. Crawled until he was straddling me and bent down and kissed my nose.

“Is this torture? Well, I haven’t even got started.”

“This,” I huffed as he bit down on a nipple. Just softly but still. I arched off the bed, tugging at my cock, as he licked over my sensitive bud. Gasped as he once again gave it a tug with his teeth.

“We’re going to drag this out a bit. Let you suffer a little.”

“I don’t like suffering.”

“I know, but it will all be worth it once you come.”

“Which will be like…in two seconds if you keep doing what you’re doing.”

“You’ve got really sensitive nipples. ”

“Yep.” No shit, because now he was actually properly torturing me, and I was squirming, trying to grab hold of his arse, which was slippery with lube.

I didn’t mind because my fingers got straight in there. Jamming a finger right into that hole as he huffed out a little fuck above me. I liked it. God. I liked anything we did.

I wanted to just flip him over and fuck him. Get the heat brewing inside of me to boiling point before I lost my mind. But then at the same time?

Him. Right there. My finger being ridden by him, his body moving in small, controlled movements, his hands clawing into my chest, as I hitched him up further so I could get my finger all the way in.

My dick? Ready to explode. His mouth?

“Fucking get it in there. I don’t care if you come before me; I just need you inside me. Do it.”

“You ready?” I croaked out. What was he doing to me? We weren’t even… Shit.

“Get in,” he demanded, grabbing my arm and making my finger slide out of him as he seated himself on me. Cock against his opening. His hand guiding me. His eyes on mine as he slowly sank down.

I wasn’t even embarrassed about the loud moan coming out of my mouth. The way I was clawing at his skin, trying to get him closer. His arms and his hips as he slowly mounted me .

Torture wasn’t even half of it. I felt out of control. Dizzy with desire. Wanting this to last when I knew full well I wouldn’t. Never had.

Just him, and me as I bottomed out inside of him. His mouth suddenly on mine as I held on like I was drowning. My arms around his back as he kissed me. My legs moving so I could thrust into him from this angle, just small pathetic attempts at friction, when I simply couldn’t move at all.

It was ridiculous, but this? This here? It was big.

Huge. Overwhelming. Because I didn’t think we were fucking.

This was nothing like fucking. This was just him and me.

Our bodies fused in some kind of ridiculous dance where he was just rocking gently on top as a long, drawn-out whine came from my mouth.

My arousal seemed to build forever, with every thrust from above, I fell even deeper. The pleasure mixing with some kind of pain. His lips on mine. My breath going right back into his.

I thought, right there, how incredibly special this was. How I’d fallen, and fallen fast. How life could change, one small miraculous action at a time.

How he was tugging at his dick, somewhere between us, as I was kissing him like I was chasing my last breath. Desperately and messily with my hands now around his face.

Fingers in his hair.

Breaths. So many breaths. I took them all from him as he tensed up, his pleasure radiating through him, right there and then. His cum landing all over my chest. His voice still echoing in my ears .

My own pleasure was in the end almost too sharp and painful, my head tense and muddled as I filled the condom inside of him. Allowed myself to…let go. Just let him ride me and nothing else.

Just be. Be me.

“I love you,” I said. I meant it. Every bloody word. “I love you. I love this. I love what we have. Please don’t ever take this away from me.”

“Why would I?” He was out of breath, awkwardly slumping down against my chest.

“I love you,” I repeated, letting my fingers stroke through his hair. “Love you. Love you. I just wanted this. I just wanted you, just one more time.”

“You’ve got me. And I hope you don’t think this is the last time, because no.

Nope. Not agreeing to that. You’ve got me now, so you’d better keep me.

I was promised toast. And I need to get a dressing gown because I can hear that trolley coming down the corridor and there will be a knock on the door any second. ”

He got up as I just lay there. Spent and exhausted, all the words having come out of my mouth.

And here he was, now covered in a dressing gown. Throwing a towel at me as he just smiled, in time for that knock to hit the door.

A trolley, just as he’d said. Tea. Toast. The little things I’d chosen for him, the very look on his face as he signed the check and handed the waiter a handful of bills. Organised. Ahead of the game.

Not like me, lying here feeling a little…like I’d said too much .

I sat myself up, wiping my front. Discarding the condom in a tissue on the floor. I’d move it later, but here he was, motioning for me to move up the bed so he could crawl onto my lap.

“Before I start demanding that you pour my tea and butter my toast,” he said with a little smile, straddling my legs and letting me wrap him up. The way I had started to realise we fit the best.

“So you will demand things. Hmmm.” He kissed me. It was silly how happy that made me.

“Yes, I will. But…before we got so rudely interrupted.” Another kiss.

“In a bit, I’m going to take you out to a bar around the corner for a drink.

Then we’re going to go to my favourite Brazilian BBQ place and have too much dinner.

Lots of nice wine. And then, we’ll come back here and have a decent night’s sleep.

Because then tomorrow? We’ll have a brand-new day.

And you need to book your flight to come back with me. Because that’s what I want.”

“Okay.” I smiled. I could do that. All of that.

“But…” He grinned. “Most of all, I want to tell you that I bloody love you too, Kieron Andrieu. You stupid, silly, gorgeous man. I do love you. You make me happy. Bloody happy. But before all of that? I think we should have our snack, and then you need to fuck me again. Hard and fast. Just the way I like it.”

“Oh, really?” I had to laugh. His little face.

“I love you,” he repeated. And he looked so happy. So incredibly happy. “Now feed me tea.”

“As Sir wishes,” I deadpanned .

And then I did just that. Because. Well. Shit.

Love. What a bloody song and dance that was, but it did fucking make me happy.