I nodded. “Seriously. Nothing’s final yet, but we went over rights and percentages and control—of which I will have basically none—but… it’s…”
“You’re incredible,” Kieran said, breathless.
My insides squirmed. I loved it when he called meincredible.
“You think?” I asked, cheeks burning. I’d known it was a big deal—I’d known Kieran wouldthinkit was a big deal, that this was the kind of thing he could understand—but seeing the look on his face, being here for his reaction…
It was good. Better than good.
“I think,” he said, grabbing his phone. “Hold that look, I want photos for posterity.”
I blushed even harder as he took photo after photo of me, looking away shyly and then laughing as Kieran reached out and moved my chin back into position, kissing me softly before taking a few more shots.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, looking back through the photos.
“Beautiful?” I asked. I maybe liked that evenbetterthan incredible.
Kieran glanced up at me, cheeks coloring. “I said that out loud.”
I nodded. “I’m not mad about it.”
“Yeah, well, you wouldn’t be.” Kieran licked his lips, putting his phone aside. “I mean it. Thought it a couple of times last night, but it felt like too much. I know… I guess you probably still think of me as straight, but—”
“Hold on,” I interrupted. “You think I still think of you asstraight?”
“Well…” Kieran wet his lips. “Maybe not… exactly…”
“I think of you as Kieran,” I said, rescuing him from his own tangled tongue. “That’s all. That’s all I need you to be.”
I hadn’t realized he was tense before, but I watched what felt like years’ worth of tension flood out of him, his pretty eyes alight with relief.
“I think I can handle that,” he said, glancing down at his knees before meeting my eyes again. “I promised you lunch,” he said. “Better get dressed.”
“There isabsolutelyno rush.”
* * *
“Harder,”I growled as Kieran pinned me to the wall, cock so deep inside me that I felt inches away from being able to feel it in the back of my throat.
His grip on my ass tightened, hips slamming up into me, belly scraping over the sensitive skin of my cock as he pushed closer, crushing me between his body and the wall, panting with effort.
My hands slipped on his back, blunt nails raking his skin as I scrambled to keep my hold on him, too far gone and too desperate to do anything but hang on for the ride.
The sweet, gentle, slow, thorough Kieran from last night was gone, replaced with an eager, needy Kieran who was happy to fuck me like his life depended on it.
I wasn’t complaining.
A desperate, clawing heat climbed its way up my spine, making me arch against Kieran, sending sparks of near-pain pleasure through me as my oversensitive, leaking cock rubbed against his skin, thighs tightening around his waist, fingers leaving bruises.
The texture of the wall scraped against my back, but I didn’tcare, couldn’t care, didn’t have the brainpower left to give it more thought than that.
Kieran’s body and his mouth and his perfect cock were all I could think about right now. How big he felt inside me, how needy I was for more—needy like I couldn’t ever remember being before.
Fingers tangling in his hair, I pulled him in for a messy, too-desperate kiss, panting into his mouth, eyes screwed shut, body clenching tight around him.
So close,soclose,fuck. How was he doing this to me?
“Felix,” Kieran panted against my lips, a plea or a prayer or a reminder of who he was with, and it didn’t matter, as long as I could hear his name in my voice and feel him inside me, so impossibly close, so different than this had ever been.
