Page 25 of The Kingpin’s Omega Lover (River City Omegas #2)

ELEVEN

The overcast evening reflected Malori’s mood as he paced the rooftop terrace for hours, unable to settle down after that DVD.

After the five-minute taunt from Aleks, who’d filmed some of the most private, profound moments of Malori’s life without permission.

And gods knew how much else he’d filmed during their relationship.

Part of his reason for pacing was his brain’s inability to remember something important. Something about Aleks’s coat. He’d had dozens of conversations with King and Bishop these last six months, and not once had any details about that coat sprung to mind, so it could be absolutely nothing.

The only thing he knew for sure was that Aleks was taunting him. It had started last week with the Yovani Alexie identification. This DVD was just the next step. But if Aleks thought Malori was going to curl up into a ball and sob, he was wrong. Dead. Wrong.

Aleks just didn’t know he was dead yet.

As the sky dimmed, Malori walked to the west, but the sunset was cloudy and unspectacular.

He closed his eyes and remembered last night’s, which had been a gorgeous watercolor streaking the heavens.

He stood there until the first soft drops of rain hit his cheeks and forehead.

The light drizzle felt good in the late summer heat.

Malori wasn’t sure if he sensed King nearby, but he wasn’t startled when King said, “You know, we have showers indoors.”

“I don’t want to keep driving up your water bill,” Malori replied.

“Pretty sure I can afford it.”

Malori turned and walked right into King’s open arms. They stood in the rain, holding each other, and Malori’s heart finally began slowing to a less dangerous rate. The world always felt right and safe when he was in King’s arms.

“I wish I’d been able to ask permission,” King said.

“Permission for what?

“Seeing what was on that DVD. I only asked if you wanted to watch it, not if you wanted me to watch it.”

Malori pulled King down for a kiss. He’d never kissed anyone under the rain before, and there was something uniquely romantic about it.

“We both knew something awful was going to be on that disc. But it wasn’t as awful as it could have been.

I have no idea how long he recorded me or how much other footage there is. If there’s footage of us fucking.”

“Honestly, that’s what I expected to see. But somehow, seeing you giving birth, and then later with your child in your arms? It was so much more intimate. Those were private moments of joy for you.”

“They were. I allowed myself to believe in Aleks and the future he spun for our family. I was so desperate for another life outside the Farm that I ignored the tiny part of me that said to be wary. That a man with an actual conscience, one who could fall in love and rescue me? He would never have gone to a brothel like that in the first place. I think because a tiny part of me knew better, I didn’t try harder to kill myself after. ”

King flinched. “I’m glad you didn’t. I’m so thankful we met, Mal.”

“So am I. Especially when you have every reason to be disgusted with me, and you can still look at me as if I’m the most precious person on earth.”

“You are. To me.” King’s dark eyes glimmered with so many positive emotions that Malori’s throat closed and his eyes sparked with tears.

Or it could be the rain, which had begun falling in heavy sheets. They were both soaked, and Malori wanted to go inside and get warm. Maybe after that, get wet in another way with the man holding him so sweetly. So reverently.

So much like love.

They kicked off their wet shoes at the base of the stairs, but didn’t undress until they were safely in King’s—their—bedroom.

Malori’s soaked jeans were harder to wrangle off than King’s slacks.

King got a little tangled up in his shirt, and they both laughed through the process.

Malori had never been so relaxed and joyful during sex as he had been this last week-ish with King.

He enjoyed himself and the freedom to take from an older, bigger man who offered freely.

King enticed him into the shower with long, luxurious kisses and urgent tugs on his hips.

They kissed for a long time while the water warmed, hands constantly moving, trading nips and licks.

In no hurry to get to the end. Malori went to his knees and sucked the thick length of King’s cock into his mouth, savoring the silky slide, the musky taste, the heavy weight on his tongue.

Adoring King’s gasps and moans and his gentle hold on Malori’s shoulders.

Malori wet a finger with spit and pressed it right inside King.

King shouted at the sudden, forceful intrusion, and then the shout melted into a panting moan as Malori fucked him with the single digit.

Fucked him and sucked him until the first taste of precome hit his tongue, and then Malori pulled off.

Wiggled his finger once before removing it.

King rewarded him with a hard, sloppy kiss as he pulled Malori under the steaming spray.

They lost time once again, groping and licking and occasionally washing each other with real soap. Malori’s hole was slick and loose, and he fingered himself, collecting the only wetness he’d ever used to fuck King with. King got him so fucking wet they’d never needed to use bottled lube.

King pressed his palms against the tiled shower wall and tilted his ass into the air, careful to angle away from the water so it didn’t wash away the slick.

Malori pushed two fingers into King’s hole and spread his man wide, feeling his heat and tightness.

King growled and moaned, shoulders flexing, ass muscles bunching.

Malori kept fingering him, careful to avoid his prostate, driving King into a frustrated frenzy.

“Fuck me, damn it!” King shouted, voice echoing in the enclosed shower. “Fuck me, or kill me, angel.”

Malori bit the back of King’s neck, smeared more wetness on his own cock, and thrust inside.

King hollered. Malori didn’t give him a chance to adjust, didn’t start slow.

He fucked King the way he’d demanded, sharp thrusts of his hips, belly smacking against King’s ass, the sounds louder in the enclosed space.

Lovely, squelching sounds that increased when King began thrusting back, meeting him, taking more.

Giving everything.

He could stay here forever, but he’d be here again. And again. Infinity. Malori wasn’t leaving now, not unless he was sent away. This beautiful, sensual, protective man was his.

“Mine,” Malori growled as he pushed deep and came, spilling his release into King’s body.

He wrapped his arms around King’s waist and held tight, not allowing King to move, making him take every drop of Malori’s come.

King clenched once; Malori saw stars and bit his neck hard.

King reached one hand behind Malori, fingers splaying in his wet ass crack without going deeper.

He never did without permission, and Malori loved him for that.

“Put one in,” Malori said. King did, sliding his middle finger into Malori’s loose hole. He didn’t fuck Malori, simply claimed him while Malori came down from his release. “How do you want to come, love?”

King shivered despite the hot water. Then he pulled his finger free and tapped Malori on the hip.

Curious, Malori eased out of King’s ass and took a step back, the hot water hitting his butt.

King turned to face him, his expression open and curious, and still slightly lust-drunk.

Malori knew without asking King wanted to try something new.

“Ask me,” Malori said.

“We’re in the shower, so you can wash off right away if you don’t like it.” King bit his bottom lip, which made him look bashful and ten years younger. “May I come on your ass?”

Since they’d been having sex, King had come on Malori’s chest, back, and groin, but he was careful about anything involving Malori’s ass.

Even the accidental brush of King’s cock against his cheeks when they rolled around in bed together.

He was so careful of Malori’s feelings and limits that Malori felt… safe enough to go further.

“Yes, you may,” Malori replied. He switched spots with King. Pressed his palms against the tile, spread his feet apart and bent forward. Felt moist air on his hole as his cheeks parted. He’d still be glistening, still soft, and so fucking tempting… “I trust you.”

He heard King spit on his palm, followed by the familiar smacking sounds of him jerking off.

Malori’s neck prickled with awareness, with how close another man’s cock was to his vulnerable opening.

And on the periphery, teasing behind a veil of fear, was the need for that cock to fill him up.

A primal need he hadn’t felt in…ever. But Malori knew himself, and he knew King, and they’d both be upset if they did that in the heat of the moment.

“Coming!”

Wet heat splattered against Malori’s hole and cheeks in a long, steady stream, punctuated by King’s breathy moans of completion. Malori focused on that warm, sticky sensation; on the mental image of King’s semen mixing with Malori’s slick. The first step toward a reverse claiming.

King pulled him up and around. Moved them backward so they could kiss under the hot spray, their softening cocks rubbing together between them.

They finished cleaning up, dried off, and curled up in bed together.

Malori had no idea what time it was, and he didn’t care.

He drifted to sleep almost right away, exhausted and sated, and desperately clinging to the lovely, unfamiliar sensation of falling in love.