Page 178 of King of Pain

Ant turns his head lazily from beside me. “What?”

I nod toward the end of the bed.

Ant looks up,blinks, and then bursts out laughing.

Little G is sitting there, perched like some grumpy oldman, juststaring.

We’re both gasping with laughter now, tangled in each other and the sheets.

“Great,” I groan, rubbing a hand down my face. “He’s completely judging us.”

Ant rolls onto his side, kisses my shoulder, and whispers, “Totally worth it.”

Hestretchesandgroansalittleashestandsup from the bed, working hishandthrough his hair before turning to grab his gym shorts from the floor. I stare openly as he walks across the room, the golden light from the early morning sun sliding across his bare ass.

That form. Good lord.

He bends to step into his shorts, and I catch a glimpse of everything before he tucks it away, that big dick swinging low and defiant.

The fabric of his shorts doesn’t stand a chance, but he manages to get it wrangled before ushering Little G off the bed to go out.

It’s been a month of this. A month of hot nights and sweet mornings tangled in each other’s limbs.

A month of Ant exploring my body.

My God, the exploring.

Sincethat first time, he’s become completely feral. His hands are on me constantly.

Mostly on my ass.

He can’t stop touching my ass.

I’ve had to force him out the door on workdays. I’ve stashed lube in every corner of the condo, the shower, the gym bags, his glove compartment.

Not that I’m complaining. He’s taking back his sexuality. Claiming his power. Rewriting what it all means to him.

I’m more than happy to be the recipient of his oversized enthusiasm.

And I do mean oversized.

So what if I walk with a limp now? They make pretty stylish canes these days. Ooh, maybe they have one with a compartment at the top… for lube.

Thirty minutes later, I’m still in bed, a freshly fucked smile on my face. Guess I better stop procrastinating and get this day started.

I roll out of bed, tug on a pair of shorts, and head into the kitchen. I get the coffee going, popping a pod in for the first cup just as the front door opens and Guinness trots through it, tongue wagging from their run.

Ant follows behind, a little flushed from the morning heat, that damn dick still outlined in his shorts. This is a problem. I can’t let him leave the house like that anymore.

Especially to run.

All that bouncing.

Nope.

I grab the finished mug from under the machine and hold it out. “Here. Get caffeinated. I’ll get Little G his breakfast.”

Ant takes it gratefully and leans in for a soft kiss. I hum into it, eyes closed. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that.”