Page 41 of Kitty Season (Green Line Ice #2)

F or the last couple of weeks, longer if I’m honest, there’s been one consistent, nagging, throbbing thing on my mind.

I want Troye to fuck me.

I want to feel him open me up.

I want to feel him slide inside me.

And I want to feel him fill me.

There’s a tiny part of me that’s nervous with Quinn not being here.

But there’s another bigger part, maybe the one leaking against my stomach, that knows this is an important step.

Because as well as wanting Troye in all those physical ways, I’m desperate to show him how I feel.

How he makes me feel. And that I want him and Quinn in my life. I want us. Permanently.

I wonder if he could hear all that in my pathetically whimpered yes?

Still kissing, we fumble our way to our room, shoes, my jeans, his shirt discarded as we go.

“As much as I always enjoy you being dressed while I’m naked, I need to see you.

” Like I did at the bar, I place my hand on his chest and shove.

He falls, landing with a bounce and the same effortless grace that carries him around the rink.

But something has shifted, he suddenly seems … I wanna say bashful.

“What is it?” I climb on the bed, my knees at his hips. “If you’re nervous without Quinn here, we can stop.”

“No, I don’t want to stop. It’s just … it’s my boxers. They’re …” Holy shit. Troye fucking Becker is blushing. “It’s stupid, but Quinn bought them for me. I haven’t worn them before and there may or may not be lace?—”

I cut him off with my mouth on his and my hands at his zipper. “Off. Fuck it Troye, get them off.”

Laughing, I yank and he wriggles until the denim slides over his raised hips. “Brades, if you want to see them, you have to open your eyes.”

“Oh, right. Yeah.” I do, and yep. Wow. That was worth it. Black lace cupping his hard dick. Miles and miles of lean, taught muscle. Thick, hockey-toned thighs. A broad, hairless chest. And those tattoos. Those fucking Tattoos. “Troye, I swear to God you’re the hottest guy I’ve ever seen.”

Giving into gravity, I let my body fall and shift till I’ve draped myself over him, my mouth seeking the three black swallows I’ve seen so often in my dreams. Whenever we’ve been together, no matter how much I craved to, I avoided them.

It’s almost become a superstition—touching them equals severing the last remaining thread of my resistance.

I inhale, reach out. Shaking hands come to rest on his pecs then I lean down, and press my lips to his neck, tongue swirling over the intricate feather pattern you can only see up close.

Like his body knows the significance, his back arches from the bed as I suck his flesh between my teeth and bite down, then lick, then bite again.

It’s with the very tip of my tongue that I feel it.

Pulling back, I trace my finger over the biggest bird. “Why is this one so raised?”

Troye tenses beneath me, but doesn’t move away. “If I tell you you’ll make a big deal out of it.”

I feel like I already know the answer, but still. “Is it a big deal?”

“No.”

“Then I won’t. So tell me.”

He sighs and begins to shift but I push myself harder against him, pinning him to the bed.

“Fine. Feel that one again, the big one.” He taps the largest bird, then sighs again.

“Under the body and each wing there’s a scar.

My dad. Each time the government men came to check on me, he’d put his cigarette out on my neck when they left. ”

“Troye! What! Holy shit!”

“You said you wouldn’t make it a big deal!”

“And you said it wasn’t one, but it is Troye. It’s a really big freaking deal.” Again he moves to push me away and again I pin him down. This time, by snaring his wrists and hoisting them over his head. “You’re not using this to push me away. I refuse it.”

“But it’s too much. They really fucked me up, Brades, and I saw them. A few weeks ago I saw them on the train and they were homeless and filthy but it was them and they didn’t even know who I was.” He bucks beneath me, waves of tears streaming down his face.

“Troye.”

“I had a present for Quinn, some roses and a stupid pair of stupid earrings from stupid Tiffany’s I sold my favorite comic for and I gave her them. Actually I think I gave the earrings to Dad and the flowers to her, but I gave them to Mom and she didn’t even know who I was.”

I release his hands, and slide mine behind his back, holding him to me. Cradling him through his sobs. “It’s why I pushed Quinn away and never told her I loved her. And why I was a jerk and will never tell you, because how could you ever love me back when they never did.”

I’m not sure he’s aware he just told me he loves me, but in my mind, I snatch it from the air and clutch it to my chest like it was a floating, blown kiss. Then, I do something I never thought I would.

“But I do love you. And Quinn does too. And what about your moms? They chose you, Troye. You turned up on their doorstep and they chose you. Just like Quinn and I will every fucking time, because all we need is you.”

We’ve been lying here for what feels like hours. Quinn is still not home, and though hesitant at first, I’m glad we’ve had this time alone. Because of it, the final piece has fallen into place, what I once couldn’t get, I now got. I also can’t stop touching those birds.

“Moms said they represent hope, love, loyalty, and new beginnings. They were perfect.”

“You’re perfect,” I mutter, lips squished against his pecs.

“And you’re corny as fuck.”

“Right. That’s it. Coddling time is over.”

“Ohhh. What are you going to do, tough guy?” Daring me. Troye grins and I dig my nails into his hips, grab and clench, flipping our positions till he’s on top of me, his glorious thighs straddling mine.

“I’m not going to do anything. You’re going to fuck me till that smart mouth can only say one thing. Brady. Brady. Brady.”

“Fucking finally.” He swings his left leg over mine, reaches and grabs the lube sitting by our bedside table.

“I’m going to stretch you open. Spread your legs.

” I do, with embarrassing speed and watch as he shifts, positioning himself between my thighs and soaks his fingers.

He’s basically prepped me before, all part of his beloved edging, but this is the real deal and my body seems to sense the difference as he splits me open like a peach.

“Fucking perfect.” He leans down, licks a line from taint to hole then taunts me with languid, wet circles. All he’s done so far is coat his fingers and lick me, and I’m a twitching, quivering mess.

“Fuck. I do quiver.” I laugh.

“You do baby, and you ain’t seen nothing yet.

” Before I can reply he fists then closes his mouth over my dick, and breaches my hole with two fingers.

“I know you can take it.” He’s gentle, but firm, sliding in and out, spreading his fingers to open me.

I feel so full, the pressure so intense it borders on pain but should he suggest stopping I know I might cry.

Distracting me from the burn, he takes me deep in the back of his throat and swallows, the constriction pure bliss.

Once the sting eases, and I start to rock back against him it withdraws, he coats his fingers and presses inside me again.

“Oh, shit. Oh my God.” My back arches off the bed and he begins to pull out, but I clench around him like a greedy power bottom, refusing to let him go. “No, more. I can take more.”

“I don’t want to hurt you. I never want to hurt you.”

“And you won’t. I trust you.”

The blissful torture continues until I’m an absolute blithering mess of want and Troye’s not much better.

“You look so good Brady. I think you’re ready.”

I nod because I’ve lost all semblance of composure, and English skills, and grip the sheets in preparation. “Hey,” Troye whispers, hovering over me then pressing the sweetest kiss I’ve ever felt to my lips. “I’m not going to hurt you. And you trust me, remember?”

A condom is applied, then another coat of lube is, the coolness making me jump and briefly holding my attention. It doesn’t for long though, because then there’s Troye, kissing me again, pressing his sheathed cock inside me.

As promised, he’s careful. Painfully slow and sweet, edging in, pausing, edging in a little more until he bottoms out. It feels, indescribable.

“I’m going to start moving. Just tell me to stop if it’s too much.”

“I won’t. I want it.”

“That’s my greedy boy.”

With the first roll of his hips, I know that I’m in trouble.

I squeeze around him, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

“More,” I beg. “Please, Troye, more.” He kisses me again, teeth sinking in, hands diving into and tugging at my hair.

With each thrust he moans, and a slither of ecstasy rolls down my spine.

My feet and hands tingle, my cock weeps from the delicious friction of his abs brushing over me.

He’s pounding into me now. Sweat drips from his forehead on to mine, his scent, so masculine and him, drives me to the edge.

Each push inside me hits my prostate, making me see stars.

I’m going to come and feel so desperately torn between chasing it down and pushing it away, but I can’t stop.

I meet his thrusts with my own and he loses it, hips pistoning as he calls my name again and again.

“Come, Brades,” he grunts. “Stop fighting it. I know you want to. Come. Paint me. Make our Kitty proud.”

The thought of Quinn sitting here, watching Troye ruin my hole ruins me. I come in glorious waves, over and over, another burst coming each time Troye pegs that spot.

“Quinn, Troye. Fuck yes.” I’m babbling, a needy whiny mess when Troye suddenly pulls out. His face is determined as he tears off the condom and explodes in thick hot ropes of cum.

He collapses atop me, sweat, cum and I think a few tears, gluing us together. Needing to be impossibly close, I wrap my legs around his waist and hold him to me as I press kisses to his forehead as his breathing evens out, and he drifts off to sleep.

I think I’m almost asleep too when I hear a soft, “My boys are so beautiful. Can I lay with you?”

“Always.” Wondering how long she had been watching, and longing for her touch, I smile, releasing one arm from Troye’s back to lay it flat against the mattress.

Quinn tiptoes over, and props herself beside me on the edge of the bed.

Troye fails to stir as she takes my invitation, cutely yawning and cuddling in beside me.

She really does purr.

Knowing that this is it for me. That I’m never letting this go, I close my eyes, and let myself fall asleep with the two people who share my heart.