Page 37 of Last One Standing (Saint Brothers #5)

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

KONA

We all helped clean up after dinner. A few people were going to go watch a movie, Pika was going to play a video game, Nick and Noel went back to their “deep dive,” as they put it, and I went to take a shower.

I didn’t have anything super sexy to wear for Angel, but I figured, what was sexier than nude? Nothing, that was the answer.

I’d warned Pika not to come into my room unless he wanted even more trauma in his life, and Angel had told me the bedrooms were all soundproofed, so I lay on the bed, naked as the day I was born, and waited.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. I reached over to a tiny box on the nightstand Nick had told me about. If I pressed the button, whoever was outside the door would hear me and vice versa. “Who is it?” Better to be safe than sorry.

“Angel.”

“Come in…” He opened the door and I added, “Or on me.”

He laughed, but it turned into a choke when he saw me. Quickly, he shut and locked the door.

“Ready for our slumber party?”

“Hell yeah, I am.” He removed his clothes in record time and started toward the bed, but I stopped him. “What is it? I have lube and condoms.” He bent down to get them from his pants pocket and I enjoyed the view of his round, muscled ass.

“That’s great, but not why I was stopping you.”

He came over to me and tossed the things onto the bed. “Oh?”

I crawled to the edge of the bed, where he now stood. “I want you right there.”

“Here?”

“ Mmhmm .” I sat in front of him and his beautiful dick. “Don’t move.”

His lips curled at the corner. I kept my eyes on his as I gripped his cock and dipped my tongue into the slit, loving the hiss that left him.

“So good.” I wrapped my lips around the tip and gave it just the right amount of suction. His hand rested behind my head, but he didn’t push me closer or try and take control.

Angel was thick and long but not ungodly. Like, truly, he was the perfect everything. I’d been a little nervous it would hurt my ribs when he fucked me, but he’d slid in like he was supposed to be there. And now, as I sucked his gorgeous dick, nothing had ever tasted better.

“Damn, Kona.”

I peered up. He was trying to keep his eyes open to watch, but every time I hollowed out my cheeks, they closed for a moment.

I cupped his balls and sucked him down as far as I could, loving how undone he was becoming.

His thighs began to shake, his balls tightened, and as soon as he tried to pull away, telling me he was about to come, I pulled him closer. I wanted every drop of this man. He filled my mouth and gripped my hair. I swallowed everything and pulled back with a smile.

“I knew dessert would be good.”

“Shit.” He collapsed on the bed. “That was incredible.”

“Sweet talker.”

He chuckled breathlessly and looked at me, his gaze traveling along my body. “You’re hard.”

“I just gave the hottest man I’ve ever seen a blowjob. Fuck yeah, I’m hard.”

He reached over and gripped my cock. “Straddle me and fuck my face, Kona.”

Fuck. I was gonna come just from the offer. “You don’t have to tell me twice.”

This was a comfortable position. It was easy on my ribs, and the view was outstanding. He opened his mouth and winked at me, the cocky bastard. Speaking of cock, I slide mine past his lips and almost sighed in relief when he began to suck me down.

He’d told me to fuck his face, but I wasn’t an asshole. I went slow, relishing in the feel of his tongue swirling around the head, and whatever else he was doing. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck .

“Angel.”

He popped off. “I said fuck my face, Kona.”

Who was I to deny him? I began pumping; I could feel myself hitting the back of his throat and he just took me. Did the man even have a gag reflex?

“I’m gonna come.”

He gripped my ass so I couldn’t pull out and after a couple of pumps more, my orgasm slammed into me. Through it, he didn’t release me, milking me for every drop.

I rolled off him and laughed. It was such a freeing feeling, being with Angel. Sex had become something I’d hated, and he made me crave it again.

“I’m exhausted in the best way.” He had a cheesy grin on his face, and I had one to match.

“Let’s go to bed.”

We got cleaned up and settled under the covers, my head resting on his chest, his arm protectively wrapping me up close.

My brain was spinning, suddenly not tired anymore. I could tell Angel was awake too, so I asked a question I’d been wondering.

“How is it you’re the only brother that isn’t in a relationship?”

He tensed briefly, and I was going to tell him to forget it, but he answered. “Never wanted one.”

“There’s never been anyone you’ve wanted to try to make a future work with?”

There was a pregnant pause. “Once. I thought there was a guy.”

“What happened?”

“Well, he tried to kill us, but he was part of the brainwashed ring Four was in. He was a serious mess—I say that not to be mean. It took time, and I worked with Aziza to help him.”

I drew circles on his skin with my finger. “And you developed feelings for him.”

“Yeah, I got to know him. He was discovering things about himself, learning who he was, and he was amazing.”

I lifted my chin and rested it on his stomach. “You told him?”

“I did, and he said if he were gay, maybe I’d be it for him. But he wasn’t, and honestly, now I get it.”

“Get what?”

He looked up at the ceiling for a beat before his eyes were back on me again.

“He wasn’t in any place for a relationship, and he may never be after what he’s been through.

I wasn’t the end of his story—just part of it.

We were able to find family of his, and he was eager to get to know them. He left, and that was it.”

“Is that it, though?”

He brushed my cheek with his thumb. “For his and my story yes, but hopefully you’d like one with me.”

I smiled so big, my cheeks hurt. “I don’t believe in fairy tales, Angel. But you know what I wouldn’t mind?”

“What’s that?” His voice was thick, his gaze uncertain.

“I’d like to maybe try life with you.”

He gasped—surprised or pleased, I didn’t know. “You’ve been through so much, I understand that you need to stand on your own two feet.”

“What I’ve been through doesn’t define me, it empowers me. Brick wasn’t so much a choice as a lack of options. You’re someone I want in my life. You’re a good man, hot as all hell, and you treat me like I’m precious.”

“Because you are.”

“See?” I gently patted his chest. “The other night I thought I’d come from your kindness.”

He chuckled. “If kindness is what you named my cock, then yes, sir, you did.”

I groaned and pressed my face into his chest. “Boooooooooooooo. You suck!”

“That I do!”

“No more. I can’t take the cheesiness; consider me lactose intolerant.”

We were laughing so hard, tears were falling down our cheeks. This was the kind of love I’d always dreamed of.

As I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, I silently prayed that I’d get to keep it.