Page 54 of Safe (King’s Heart #1)

Landon, A few months later

I’m trying to make my way down the busy hall when a blur of a hand darts out from a classroom and grabs onto my tie, pulling me in and slamming the door.

“Damn, pet. Now?” I ask with a hint of surprise in my voice.

Grant ignores my question and slams his mouth on mine, kissing me with long strokes of his tongue in between feverish moans.

We don’t come up for air, suffocating on each other as I walk him back, reaching a desk and swiftly lifting him on top of it. “Fuck me now, Lan. I need it.” He pauses a moment to meet my eyes. “Please.”

There’s the slightest pout to his lip, something big, bad, Grant would never do for anyone else. My pet is only submissive for me. It sends a shock to my system. One that I’m familiar with the last few months but never gets old.

“You know I can’t say no when you’re so sweet like that, pet,” I rumble into the skin of his neck as I bury my face there, inhaling his musk. “Did you lock the door?”

He smirks and starts undoing my belt. “No. I don’t have a key.” His hand reaches in and wraps around my hard cock. My knees shake from the sensation, sending a buzzing through my veins.

I close my eyes and hang my head back, releasing a deep groan as his hand slides up and down my shaft, stopping to run his fingers over the leaking head.

I snap my eyes open and grab onto his arms, stilling his movements, then harshly pull him off the desk and spin him around. “Then we better be quick, baby. Be a good pet and bend over for me.”

His body shivers as he quickly obeys my commands, undoing his pants and letting them drop to his ankles, before bending at the waist. “Spread those legs,” I mumble as I caress my hand over his smooth, flawless ass.

He rests his elbows on the desk in front of him while he scoots his legs apart as far as his pants will allow.

I reach into my wallet and grab one of the lube packets I have there, then squat so I’m right in front of his hole, spreading his cheeks and kissing the pink skin. “You have a perfect ass. Do you know that?” I huskily ask as I swirl my lube-coated fingers over his entrance and sink two fingers in.

“ Uhhhhhhhhhh . Fuck, that’s good. That’s good. Yes. Yes, I know it’s perfect. Now give me your dick. We don’t have tiiiiiiiiiiime ?—”

His impatient demand ends on a squeal when I press my fingers right on his prostate.

“Good pets don’t talk.”

He says nothing in return, only whines as I continue pegging his sweet spot, transfixed as I watch his cock drool all over the floor under the desk.

I’d usually open him up more, but he’s right. We don’t have time. So, I stand and rub lube all over my aching dick as I line it up with his wet hole. “Chest on the desk, baby. I’m not going to be very gentle.”

He sighs as I plunge inside of him, my cock immediately choked by his tight, wet heat.

“ Fuuuuuuck , baby. You’re amazing. Goddamn ,” I drawl as I drag my hips back and slam them forward, beginning an unrelenting pace.

He moans through each thrust, arching his back to take my cock exactly where he likes it as the desk screeches against the floor.

I blanket my body over his, pulling his face to the side to meet mine in a messy, frenzied kiss, tongues wildly tangling to taste each other. My hips grind into his ass, reaching deep inside of him to rub at his prostate.

He moans and whimpers into my mouth while his legs start to shake uncontrollably.

Reaching under him, I grasp his cock and stroke it, marveling at how much he’s leaking. “Damn, pet. That cock is so wet for me. You’re so needy, aren’t you?”

“Oh, god,” he whines, panting heavily and undulating his hips against me.

“Yes. Fuck me back, pet. I can’t wait to see you spray that pretty cum all over the floor.”

His dick immediately swells, and he starts to cum on a shout.

My hand darts out to cover his mouth, muffling his screams, while the other continues to jack his dick as he shoots his load on the tile.

I fuck him through his orgasm, barely able to hang on with how much his hole clenches around my over-sensitive cock.

Once I feel the last tremors leave his body, I stand up and recklessly plunge in and out of his used hole. “You ready to get bred, baby? I’m gonna fill you all up with my cum. I want to see this hole nice and sloppy. Fuck. Fuck. I’m coming.”

The first pulse of my orgasm has my vision whitening. I bend and grab onto the desk he’s laying on so I don’t pass out, grinding my cum into him.

I can feel the lazy smile stretch across my face as the shockwaves begin to dissipate, but I’m not quite done with him.

Pulling out slowly, I whisper. “Keep it in, baby.”

He follows my directions, clenching and keeping all my cum inside as he continues to lay boneless across the desk.

I carefully tuck my dick away and lower to my haunches, face-to-face with his entrance.

I bring my hand up to caress his red ass cheeks, abused by the slaps of my pelvis. “Okay, pet. Let me see how much cum you took.”

He pushes it out, and I watch as my hot cum gushes out of his hole.

An actual whimper escapes my lips as I watch it run down his crease.

“Come on,” he says hazily, still a little cum drunk while he interrupts my reverence. “We gotta go to lunch now or we’ll miss it.”

“Fine,” I mumble haughtily, standing up and looking for something to clean him up with.

I spot a box of tissues on the teacher’s desk and pull a few, tenderly wiping my seed off of him. I’d love for it to stay there all day, but maybe not the most practical thing for school.

When I’m finished, I throw the tissues in the trash while he pulls up his pants, rearranging himself into the hard-ass Grant that everyone else knows.

I walk up to him and place a gentle kiss on his lips, running one of my hands across his buzzed hair and ending on the nape of his neck. “Ready to go, baby?”

“Yeah. You go sit down and I’ll grab us some food.”

I smile as he takes my hand and leads me out of the room, not even caring who will see us exit together.

I find our usual table and take a seat, followed shortly by Declan, who mutters a few things about his day while pulling out a plastic baggie full of colored sharpies.

Grant sits down at the table, drawing a groan from Declan. “Ugh. Is this still happening?”

“Yep.” I smile and ruffle his purple hair, which earns me a glare from him for messing it up and from Grant for daring to touch someone that’s not him.

I look at both of their expressions and hold up my hands in surrender. “Can everyone just settle down, please?”

They both grunt in my direction. Declan goes back to coloring on his shoes, and Grant begins eating his food, his hand clamped around my thigh for everyone to see.

“So,” Declan mumbles, not looking up from his unusual canvas. “When are you guys going to visit campus and leave me all alone in this teenage wasteland?”

I signed an official offer letter not long after the last game of the football season.

I’ll be going to Calhoun University after I graduate.

I’ll be close to my family, and Grant already said he’ll be going there too—whether they accept him or not.

And honestly, with his trust fund, he could probably just donate a library and get in wherever he wants.

I look over at him as he stares down at his plate, turning his hand over and brushing his barbed wire knuckles against the table’s surface.

His eyes swing to mine, like he could feel me looking.

The bright green irises still electrify me.

Even more so now that I know everything they’ve hidden away from the world.

I haven’t told him what I did.

What I had to do.

Although… I’m pretty sure he’s figured it out.

A few days after we walked away from that burning house, two detectives came knocking at our dorm, asking to speak to Grant.

He did his best to look despondent and surprised when they told him that his uncle had passed away and his house had burned down.

We obviously knew all of this before they came to tell us, but there’s something much more concrete about being officially told by law enforcement.

Yes. It’s true. He’s gone.

They didn’t have much information at the time, but then they came back a few days later, saying the autopsy on what was left of his body found a bullet hole in his head and a gun close by with only Mr. Nate’s fingerprints on it.

I could see the thoughts stutter in Grant’s mind at that moment. He squeezed my hand. A silent thank you.

The detectives explained that with this evidence, combined with the pending civil case against Mr. Nate, it seemed conclusive to them that he committed suicide, too ashamed of the atrocities he committed.

They also surmised that right before his uncle had shot himself, he set up a failsafe.

Something to ensure that even if he was too scared to pull the trigger, he would’ve met his end that night.

He left a gas burner from the stove on, leaking gas into the air while he microwaved cotton balls covered in Vaseline.

It eventually caught fire, and the gas leak caused the explosion that destroyed the house.

They found no other evidence of anyone else in the home.

Grant solemnly nodded along with them, all the while keeping his tight grip on my hand.

We didn’t talk about what happened after they left. We never brought any of it up again.

We both want to leave that night firmly in the past.

Then, about a month ago, Grant was contacted by another lawyer of his uncle’s, this time to discuss Mr. Nate’s will.

He left everything to Grant, who immediately turned around and asked the lawyer how he could distribute the estate to the victims that had the pending civil suit against his uncle.

He’s still in the process. It’s a lot of paperwork and legal proceedings, but he knew there was no way he could take that money.

The lies he had told before as a young boy, trying to protect his trauma from being broadcast to everyone, had sat on his heart like an unyielding weight for so long, slowly killing him inside. In giving this money to them, he might be able to feel a crumb of relief.

“No,” Declan mutters with a scoff.

I look away from Grant to see Javi hovering around our table, food tray in hand.

Javi’s brow slams down at Declan’s tone, his face twisting into a sneer. “Don’t be silly, munequito . I know you want me here. Or maybe you’d rather me bring some of the other guys over?”

“You know what? I don’t need to listen to this shit.” Declan whips his feet off the table and stands angrily, practically knocking his chair over from the force.

I hold my hands out to each of them in a gesture of peace. “Stop. Dec, stay. Javi, you can’t talk to him like that. He’s my friend.”

Javi purses his lips as he processes my words, while Declan shoots him a smug look and slowly lowers himself back into his chair.

Everyone is too silent, so I look to Grant for back up. “Right?”

He flicks his eyes up at both of them and shrugs, looking back at his food. “Whatever Landon said.”

“Thank you, baby.” I smile at him, which prompts him to launch himself at my neck, taking a long bite before murmuring, “Anything for you, Lan.”

Goosebumps break out all across my body.

“Gross,” Declan deadpans, putting his shoes back on the table to draw.

“At least we agree on that,” Javi says, not making eye contact with Declan, who wears a slightly surprised expression on his face.

“I can be nice,” Javi continues. “Right, Declan ?”

He puts a ton of emphasis on his name, almost like it’s a curse coming out of his mouth. Declan just stares back at him.

I finally decide to ask what’s been bouncing around in my head for months. “So, are you two ever going to tell me what the fuck is going on with you guys?”

Javi sits down in the empty chair as he and Declan both say “Nothing” in unison.

The rest of lunch is quiet but amiable. Mostly Declan and I talking and every so often Javi and Grant grunting at each other.

The bell finally rings to dismiss us to our next class, and Javi and Declan both run away like their asses are on fire.

They’re obviously hiding something. Maybe if I ask Declan when ? —

My thoughts are interrupted when Grant throws his arm around my neck, pulling me extra close to place a loud, smacking kiss on my cheek.

I laugh as we make our way down the crowded hall, Grant’s bright eyes never leaving mine, even making some guys trip to get out of his way.

“You should probably look where you’re going,” I chide.

He scrunches his brow. “Why would I do that when I can look at you?”

“So you don’t run people over?”

“Fuck people.”

I smirk playfully and change the subject. “Are you still coming with me this weekend to my mom’s place?”

My mom got out of jail last month. She had already been there for a while, so at her sentencing she was given time served and a hefty fine which she has to work toward paying off.

Simmons helped her get a job as a secretary through a friend of his and even let her stay at his house while she looked for her current place.

It’s a small apartment in a slightly better part of town.

Things seem to be looking up for my family.

He nods. “Of course. I have to remind Danny that he’s not shit in Call of Duty .”

I smile at the thought. Danny and Gwen have really warmed up to him, looking forward to his visits—sometimes even more than mine.

“I love you, Grant.”

He smiles warmly back and kisses my nose while some freshman dives out of our way. “I love you too, Lan.”