Never a Saint (Polished P & P Book 2)

by Lila Rose

  His hands fisted at his sides. “Don’t be a prick. You know what.”

  I stood, pocketing my wallet and keys. “You want to suck me off?”

  “Yes,” he hissed, still glaring at me.

  I shrugged. “Fine.”

  “Right then.”

  “Yep.” I nodded, then added, “But not here.”

  “Agreed.”

  “Good.”

  “So where?” he asked.

  Shit, where did we go? Lucas was no doubt back at my place with Wreck. The compound was out, too many brothers there. Kylo lived with Boom and Wendy, so that was a no go. From the way Kylo was frowning, it looked like he’d come to the same conclusion.

  “There ain’t anywhere,” I said, making my way to the door. “Looks like it’ll have to be Jenny.”

  “Hold the fuck on,” Kylo snarled. Before I faced him, I wiped the smirk off my face. Yeah, he wanted this as much as my dick did.

  “What?” I asked.

  “Boom and Wendy are stayin’ at the compound tonight.”

  There we have it. He found a solution and was willing to take me back to his place. “I’ll follow you,” I told him and opened the door wide before stepping to the side. As he passed, I could see the rapid rise and fall of his chest. Was he excited, nervous, or both?

  Hell, I knew my dick was thrilled, because I was as hard as steel. My gut was also singing a song of happiness, while my heart swayed to my gut’s music.

  This was weird, messed up, but fucking thrilling.

  I wasn’t even going to try and make sense of it. All I had to remember was, bottom line, I was gonna get off.

  Boom and Wendy’s place was a nice one-story clapboard four-bedroom home. I’d been here when Boom had hosted a cookout, so I knew it was homey—just like my parents’ place had been before they sold it and moved to Australia, only to come back because they’d missed home so much and were now building a smaller place while staying at my aunt’s.

  As I climbed off my ride, which I’d parked just behind Kylo’s, my dick throbbed and my pulse kicked into the next gear. Yeah, I could admit I was nervous, but it was a good kind.

  I shoved the negative thoughts of how crazy it was that I was excited about getting head from a guy and reminded myself how epic it had been the first time.

  I removed my helmet and brought it with me. The area was a good one, but I still didn’t trust leaving my shit lying around. Hell, I didn’t trust my own area either. Only mine was worse than here.

  Stepping up behind Kylo at the front door, I watched as he unlocked it. His hand shook a little. Why did I like seeing that? I liked he was nervous. He even seemed worse than I was.

  He opened the door and stepped in, moving to the side. I entered and waited for him to close the front door.

  What did we do from here?

  Would we do it in the living room? The bathroom? His bedroom?

  “In here,” he said, opening the first door to the right and turning on the light. I went in and found out it was his bedroom. Surprisingly, it was clean, and I wondered if he did it himself or if Wendy had control over the room.

  I walked over to the bed and then turned back to him. He rubbed the back of his neck and glanced around at everything but me. He swallowed. “Yeah, so, I’m just gonna have a quick shower.”

  “Sure.” I nodded.

  He waved a hand around. “Make yourself at home.”

  I chuckled at his actions. Usually he was cocky and self-assured. At least when I laughed, it brought his eyes up to me, and he glared.

  He shook his head, walked around the bed, grabbed some boxers, and left the room. He closed the door a little hard, but hell, I was still smiling.

  Why was me messing with him getting me off?

  I shrugged at the idea, putting it in the back of my mind. Instead, I took a look around the good-sized room. The walls were dark, and the carpet cream. Two big windows to the right would bring in the sunlight throughout the day and brighten the place nicely. The queen-sized bed sat in the middle of the room, but up against the far wall, and at the end of it was a chaise lounge where, I guessed, Kylo would sit to put his shoes on. There was a bedside table on each side of the bed, and under the bed was a red rug. There was another door in the left corner, which would probably lead to a closet since Kylo walked out of the room to go to the bathroom. Mounted on the wall opposite the bed was a huge TV. Damn, this place was sweet to kick back and relax in after a hard day. Shit, it made me want to redo my bedroom up.

  I made my way over to the bedside table. I wanted to search around, figure Kylo out. Maybe there was a clue to how he gave good head, but was I seriously thinking of going through his things?

  Yes. Yes, I was.

  I never said to anyone I was a good guy.

  I pulled open the drawer and found a flashlight, reading glasses, and some pieces of paper. Boring, in other words.

  Bending lower, I opened the bottom drawer and stilled.

  Holy motherfucking shit. I’d hit the jackpot.

  There were condoms, lube, and a goddamn dildo.

  What the fuck.

  Did he use it on himself? Did he like ass play? I snorted at myself. Of course he liked it; he was into women and guys.

  Reaching in, I picked it up from the end I knew hadn’t been in his ass. Though, no doubt Kylo would clean his stuff down. His room was tidy, after all. The dildo was long, about the size of an average dick, and it weighed a bit.

  As the door opened, I straightened and turned, holding up the dildo. Kylo stopped in the doorway, wearing only boxers. His smaller, but built, frame looked good. His face had heated like I’d never seen before, all the way down his neck and the top of his chest. Kylo opened his mouth and snapped, “What the fuck are you doin’?”

  “You use this?” I asked.

  “Put it the fuck back,” he demanded and stormed up to me, grabbing it out of my hand.

  “How do you use it?” I asked.

  He paused, glared at me, and then threw the dildo back in the drawer before kicking it closed. He turned and walked away. He spun back, threw an arm out, opened his mouth, and snapped it closed to grind his teeth together. I smirked, and he narrowed his eyes again.

  Kylo blew out a breath and growled his question. “Why were you goin’ through my things?”

  “Come on. You didn’t expect me not to, right?”

  “Yes, I did.”

  I shrugged.

  His nostrils flared. “Take your pants off and sit on the damn bed.”

  My cock jerked. I quirked a brow but went to work on my pants, the button first, then the zipper. I stopped there and took off my vest as I walked toward him, where he stood at the end of the bed. I put my vest over the side of the chaise lounge and removed my tee.

  Kylo sucked in harshly. “What are you doin’?”

  “If you can’t guess, I guess I’ll tell you. Takin’ off my clothes.”

  “Why?” he whispered.

  “Did you offer to suck my dick?”

  He blinked. “Well, yes, but—”

  “So I’m gettin’ ready.”

  “You could have just undone your pants, and that’s it,” he stated.

  I chuckled. He was uncomfortable seeing me naked. Good. I grinned and kicked off my boots, took off my socks, and pushed down my jeans along with my boxers, also kicking them off. I looked to Kylo, and as his gaze ran over me, he breathed heavily.

  “Fuck,” he muttered.

  Walking around him, I went to the other side of the bed and sat down, leaning my back against the wall. Kylo stared down at me like I’d lost my mind. Maybe I had, but this shit was fun.

  “Do you want a drink? I need a drink. We should have a drink. Beer? Whiskey?” He shook his head but didn’t look away from my hard dick.

  “Sure, I’ll take a whiskey, straight.”

  He nodded but didn’t move, besides his hands fisting and unfisting at his sides. Was he trying to stop himself from coming at me? From grabbing me
?

  “Kylo,” I called. He snapped his gaze up to me. “Drink?”

  “Right. Yeah. Okay.” He nodded and then walked from the room.

  I didn’t care that being there waiting for his mouth was something out of my normal. I was having the time of my life making Kylo sweat. I also felt like my head grew a few inches from the way he eyed me like I was candy.

  I couldn’t wait to be eaten.

  Chapter Five

  Kylo

  “Holy fuckin’ Christ, what’s he doin’ to me?” I muttered to myself as I went to get us drinks. I was getting a naked Saint a drink while he sat his bare ass on my bed. He was in my room, on my bed, waiting for me. Naked.

  I couldn’t make sense of it. My mind was running too fast. I didn’t know what to think. But fuck it. I was getting a drink for us and then would go back in there and blow him.

  “He’s naked in there,” I told myself, and still, it was like a wet dream come true. Was I imagining this? Was I dreaming?

  His fucking body was a wet dream. All muscles were on display, and I’d looked. Boy, did I look. Long and hard. It was why I had to get out of there for a breather before I came in my boxers without actually any action.

  This shit was crazy.

  But a good kind.

  My body felt like it’d been pumped full of adrenaline and Viagra. My dick had never been so hard… well, except for the time I sucked him off in the office.

  He was here.

  He was here because I’d offered to give him a blow job again. I could hit myself for saying something in the first place. However, he’d been the one to start it when he’d looked like he was going to ask for one but then didn’t.

  I couldn’t back down. I couldn’t walk away, not after I saw the text he had ready for that fucking hookup. All I could think was that if he was going to get off from anyone, it would be me.

  Again, I was crazy.

  I fixed the drinks and took them back into the bedroom. He still sat on my bed naked. I hadn’t been dreaming, only now he had his phone out and had been flicking through it until I stepped back into the room. He put it down when I walked toward him, holding out his drink.

  “Thanks,” he said, and then took a sip where I threw mine back and put the empty glass down on the bedside table. I glanced back down at him to find him smirking. Only his eyes were on my erection tenting my boxers.

  He ran his eyes up my body, and I felt extra hot from the action. When he caught my gaze, he smiled.

  Smiled like he wanted this, like he didn’t care I was a guy about to suck him.

  Did he ever get flustered?

  The bastard.

  He winked, and I wanted to punch him but kiss him also. Damn him and his unshakeable attitude. He gestured to his still hard cock with his eyes and then back up to me.

  I went to bend down, but he shook his head and spread his legs.

  Fucking hell.

  He wanted me between his legs.

  I swallowed hard and then slowly climbed on the bed between his legs. Christ, he looked good on my bed, waiting for me. He winked again and then took another sip of his drink before resting it on the bed in his hand.

  Reaching out, I ran my hands up his thighs, surprised to see him shiver. He actually wanted this.

  Wanted me.

  The knowledge blew me out of the fucking water.

  I dipped down, kissed the tip of his dick, and ran my tongue down the outer edge and then back up before gripping the base of his erection and holding it out to myself. I grinned, excited to have him in my mouth again.

  I licked around the tip and glanced up to find him watching me, even as he drank from his glass.

  Christ, he was hot.

  I took him in deep, keeping his gaze, witnessing his eyes heating. “Fuck yeah,” he murmured. I slid my mouth back up and then down again. I removed one hand from gripping his hip and cupped his balls, rolling them gently in my hand.

  “Jesus,” he hissed.

  I froze when his hand—his fucking hand—reached out to me. To me. He threaded his fingers through the top of my hair and tugged. I moaned around his cock, and he hissed out a breath. I bobbed up and down faster, thrilled he wanted to touch me while I sucked him.

  Fuck, I wanted to reach down and rub myself until I came, but he’d probably freak out over it. He could think it was too much. Too real. I wouldn’t risk it even though my body craved its own release.

  His balls drew up, and I sucked him over and over. I drew them down with my fingers. His hand tightened even more on my hair, but he let me go at my own pace, didn’t force his dick into my mouth, and I was glad for it because I would come then. I liked it a little rough. I liked to gag and be told what to do.

  “Kylo, fuck,” he shouted just before the first drop shot into my mouth. He ground up and released the rest of his load. I took it all, right until the last drop I dragged out of the end with my hand.

  He’d never be mine like the way I wanted.

  He’d never dominate me.

  Fuck.

  Why did I have to realize it now?

  I sat back on my knees and caught his smile before he took the last sip of his drink. I looked away and went to get off the bed, but my wrist was caught. I didn’t even get to glance back before I was pulled down next to him.

  My eyes widened; my pulse raced when he shifted down the bed to lie next to me.

  I wanted to ask what he was doing but was afraid if I voiced it, I’d stuff up the words and look like a fucking fool.

  Saint hummed under his breath. He looked down at me as he rested his hand on my fast rising and falling chest.

  “You were right,” he said in a deep, lazy voice.

  “Huh?” I managed and then froze when his hand glided down from my chest, down over my stomach, which fucking fluttered, before he pushed it under my boxers and took hold of my aching dick.

  “Kylo?”

  “Huh?” I mumbled, staring down and silently begging for him to move his hand over me.

  “I said you were right. Want to know what about?”

  I nodded.

  “Na-uh, you gotta use words. Say, ‘yes, Saint, I want to know what I’m right about.’”

  Just move your hand, motherfucker.

  Licking my suddenly dry lips, I said, “Yes, Saint, I want to know what I’m right about.”

  “Good, Kylo,” he breathed, his nose rubbing up and down the side of my face. “You were right. You have skills to make me come in minutes.”

  I nodded. Move your hand. Please.

  “But do you want to know something else?”

  No. Yes… maybe. I nodded.

  “I can make you come in minutes as well.” His hand then ran up and down my length under my boxers. It was slow to start with and then faster. I closed my eyes, arched my back, lifted my legs, bending them and thrusting up and down into his grip.

  “Open your eyes, Kylo,” Saint ordered. I did, and he smiled down at me. “Feel good?” he asked. I nodded. “You close?” I nodded again. He grinned again.

  “Saint,” I whispered.

  “Yeah, right here. Got your dick in my hand, Kylo. Fuck it… yeah, just like that. Hell, you move like you were made to. Look at you, fucking my hand. You like that, Kylo?”

  I groaned out, “Yes,” and then shot my load into my boxers and over Saint’s hand. His hand stopped pumping me, though he gave one last tug, which had me shuddering.

  Then it registered I just came in my boxers by Saint’s hand.

  Holy, holy fuck.

  I sat up. “Right, I’ll… yeah, be back.” I scooted off the bed like a damn idiot and walked out of the room. I was sure I heard chuckling behind me, but my ears were ringing. My heart was thumping, and I was running from the room because all of a sudden, knowing Saint jacked me off was too much. I went into the living room and paced. I ran a hand through my hair a couple of times and then stopped, putting my hands on my hips.

  Saint jacked me off.

  He�
�d had his hand around my dick.

  Again, it was like he didn’t even care I was a guy.

  We’d known each other a while, and suddenly, he was touching my dick like he hadn’t a care about the change at all.

  Why was I freaking out over this? Shit, I didn’t need to worry; it was a good thing for me, right? Probably fucking not because I’d get attached to the guy. This was just a quick play with me. He would never be interested in a damn relationship.

  Not that I wanted one.

  I didn’t.

  At least, I didn’t think I did.

  Fuck.

  Fuck.

  Right, this was easy. I would have to stay away from him, so I didn’t get attached. I’d keep away. I’d have to because he was just messing around for a while before he found the one woman he wanted to settle down with.

  Not that I was thinking of a relationship with him. I wasn’t. Hell, I could settle down with an old lady and not a guy in the end. Depended on who I fell in love with. I wasn’t holding onto something with Saint that would pass for him like it was nothing.

  I nodded to myself. I grabbed a clean pair of boxers out of the laundry basket on the couch and went into the bathroom. I cleaned myself up with a washcloth, dried, and put on the clean pair before grabbing a cloth for Saint.

  Shaking out my arms, I went back into the bedroom and tossed the cloth to Saint. He caught it, having been watching the door with a smile. He wiped down his hands while watching me as I walked around the other side of the bed and picked up his clothes. I put them at the end of the bed near his feet and then walked back around. Climbing on the bed, I leaned back against the wall and grabbed the remote. I switched on the TV and waited. I could feel his eyes on me and just knew he was smirking. He always smirked. I took a quick glance his way and found he was, before changing the channel.

  Saint stood, stretched, and looked over, catching me watching him. I refocused on the TV. He chuckled. “Want another drink?” he asked.

  What the fuck? He should have been running for the damn door. Wasn’t that his style after a hookup?

  “Sure,” I drew out.

  He leaned forward, picked up his boxers, and put them on before he grabbed our glasses and left the room. He was staying. He was going to get us a drink. Did he even know where the bar was?