by Royal Blue
His eyes search my face with a heated look—desire dripping from his gaze as his jaw works. Biting my lip, I stare back at him. Mischief lights his face.
Releasing my arms from around him, I sit my butt on my heels. I wait for him to share what he’s thinking, eyeing him warily. I know he’s plotting something in that head.
“Do you think you can keep it down? I have that gag you asked about,” he says after a few beats.
My mouth drops open. Laughter bubbles up. We had a long talk about some of the kinks Kyle has preferred in the past, things that floored me.
“You do know I was joking about that?”
“Told you stop playing,” he says with a wicked grin. “You know I bring it when you ask for it.”
“Oh my God, you’re a freak,” I push out.
“I’ll show you a freak,” he says just before lunging for me.
I dash to the side, leaping from the bed. Kyle is right on my heels as I dart out of his room across the hall to mine. I just make it out his door and barely through mine, before he has the door closed behind us once again. Kyle pounces, knocking me to the bed.
We both chuckle low as our bodies hit the mattress with a bounce. I wiggle beneath him to turn onto my back. Reaching for his towel, I snatch it away.
He locks eyes with me, his lids lower, brows creasing. I follow his gaze as it drops to my lips, right before bouncing back to stare into my eyes. So much emotion rests in that look.
“Do you know how much I love you?” he murmurs.
“Not as much as I love you.”
“Then you don’t know,” he says with a depth of sincerity in his voice. He leans into my ear. “Let me help you with that.”
Kyle
NIPPING MY way to Andy’s lips, I take them in a kiss that pours out all of my emotions. This trip has placed me on an internal journey. Winning the championship fulfilled my biggest dream. It also left me wondering what’s next.
I realized I don’t know. A ring has always been my goal. To push my way to the top. Now, I have to confess to myself that there wasn’t much else on that list. Yet this man has me looking to create a new one.
“Kyle,” he groans, as I bite his lower lip and tug.
“Yeah, baby. You want something?”
“Yes. You,” he pants.
“I left the condoms in my room,” I say, moving to get up.
Andy’s fingers dig into my back. Looking down into his eyes, I watch his blue-grays search my face. He swallows.
“I’m ready to take that next step. You don’t need them. We just got those results. We’re both clea—”
I take his lips before he can finish. Devouring his mouth, I reach for the hem of his T-shirt. I let him up for air long enough for me to lift it over his head and toss it off the bed. My hands are at the drawstring of his sweats next.
We work together to get his pants off, nipping and sipping from each other’s mouths at the same time. Andy’s fingers bite into my back, pulling me down on top of him once I have him undressed. He takes me by surprise when he flips me on my back.
It’s a little out of character for him but hot as fuck. My eyes remain on him as he makes his way down my body. He watches me as he cups my erection and rolls his tongue around the tip.
“Nah, baby, fair play. Bring the ass here,” I say.
Andy grins around the crown now in his mouth. Shifting, he turns his body and climbs over my head. I lock my arms around his waist, bringing him down to my face.
“Mm,” I hum around him as he fills my mouth.
Our moans and the sound of wet sucking fill the room. We both share in pleasuring each other. It becomes almost a battle. He swirls his tongue around me as he bobs. I swirl my tongue and hollow my cheeks. Andy does the same and deep throats me. We continue the back and forth.
Both of our hips are thrusting. I plant my feet on the mattress to thrust more. Andy moans, allowing drool to pour from his mouth, between my crack. His light natural musk is turning me on as it flavors his taste.
I feel him swell, telling me he’s close. I am as well. Slapping his ass with a growl from my lips, he fills my mouth at the same time I fill his.
Popping free from the warm cavern of my mouth, Andy falls onto his side next to me. I stare at him with my chest heaving. Watching his sated glow already has me growing hard again.
My eyes shift to his bag in the corner. It’s the same bag he uses to come to the house. I know he keeps lube packs in there. Standing from the bed, I go to retrieve them from the front pocket.
“Good thinking.” He chuckles, breathlessly. “I forgot about those.”
“You have a few condoms,” I say, looking over my shoulder.
I catch him staring at my ass, and my lips turn up. He bites his lip and blushes. Shaking his head at the gold packets I found, he waves me back to the bed.
“I told you. We don’t need them,” he says.
I nod, dropping them back onto the bag. Sauntering back to the bed, I climb on, resting on my knees before him. Andy lifts up, wrapping his arms around my neck. His lips press to my jaw, moving under my chin to my neck.
A moan slips past my lips when he moves to the side of my neck, sucking the skin into his mouth. I palm his ass in one hand, using the knuckles of the other to glide down his spine. My eyes follow the path I’m making. The contrast of his skin to mine has my dick twitching between us.
I grow harder by the second. Andy stops sucking on my neck to look up at me. Dipping my head, I crush my lips to his swollen ones. His moans and groans make me impatient. Throwing the extra packets aside, I tear into one. Getting the lube onto my fingers, I toss the pack away.
One palm spreads his cheeks while the other one shifts to lube his pucker. Settling back on my heels, I lift him by the waist. Andy wraps his legs around me, while reaching between us to help guide me into him.
His other hand grips the back of my neck, holding on. His head falls back as I start to ease into him. We groan in unison.
“Kyle, please,” he whispers.
“Please what, baby?”
“Please, I need you.”
“Take what you need. I’m all yours. Don’t hold back, ride it like you own it,” I rasp. “Show me it’s yours, And.”
His head lifts, looking me in my eyes. That spark that’s been appearing more and more fires up. He plants his feet into the mattress and starts to work his hips on me.
“Fuck yeah, that’s what I’m talking about,” I moan.
“You like that, baby?” Andy purrs. “You’re going to come for me?”
“You know I am,” I say.
Andy flicks his tongue over my lips, pulling a smile from me. Grabbing his rocking hips with one hand, I slap his ass with the other. The sound cracks through the room, mixing with Andy’s gasps and groans. I give a few more good slaps, spurring him on.
Placing my hand on his stomach, I run it up his chest, tipping him back. Andy leans back, both of his hands grasping behind my neck as he works his hips on me. I roll up into him, catching everything he’s giving.
My hand takes the trip back down his torso, until I have my palm wrapped around him, pulsing in my grasp. I start to stroke him. He shifts his head to look down his body.
My tongue peeks out of my mouth, resting between my teeth as I watch him. Those blue-gray eyes place me in a trance. Andy has been distracted lately, but I can see in this moment I have his full attention. His face twists in ecstasy, mirroring the feeling rising within me.
Sweat soaks his hair and face, and his cheeks are pink. From the tremor in his body, I know he’s teetering on the edge. Biting my lip, my eyes narrow as I watch him. He’s gorgeous on my dick. My nostrils flaring, my gaze shift down just in time to see him come all over my stomach.
My hands shift to his shoulder blades, bringing his chest to mine. I lock him in my embrace as I drive up into him. I’m close. His voice calling my name in my ear pushes me that much closer.
“Kyle, I love you,” he whispers
.
His words send a shiver rocking through me. I close my eyes, my jaw tightens, and a growl rumbles from deep within as I release. Our sweat-soaked torsos heave against each other.
I kiss his shoulder. “I love you too.”
Pecking his forehead, I shift our bodies, lying on my back, pulling him to lie on my top of me. Sucking in air, I gather my thoughts. That was intense. However, too soon Andy’s body stiffens, telling me he’s retreated into his head again.
“We should buy a place here,” I say to test my theory.
Andy
I TRY to catch my breath, my chest heaving against Kyle’s. He kisses my forehead and rolls onto his back, pulling me with him. I should be relaxed in his arms, but my thoughts start to take over again.
“Baby, did you hear what I said?” Kyle’s voice pulls at my attention.
“No, sorry,” I admit. “What did you say?”
“Never mind,” he murmurs.
My brows crease, and my lips twist. I start to lazily rub his skin. I want to be here in the moment, I promise I do. I’m frustrated with myself and the situation.
Mitch demanded I let him take care of everything, but trying to do that is proving harder than I thought. He wanted to keep things in play without Michael catching on to us. That meant placing my career on the line with a written complaint from Leslie.
Something like this could leave lasting damage. It isn’t whether the allegations are true. It’s that they were made in the first place, and that will always sit in the back of people’s minds—kind of like the drama going on with Kyle.
You’re lucky I trust you, Mitch. God, I don’t know why.
“I’m going to get some water. Do you want some?” Kyle asks.
“I’ll get it,” I say, needing a moment to walk off my thoughts.
Sitting up, I wipe the sweat from my forehead. My mind drafts again as I stare ahead. Being here in Crete has allowed me to think more rationally.
I let Mitch make this crazy decision to go through with Michael’s scheme in a moment of blinding rage. I didn’t take the time to think it through. Now, I’m paying for it because I can’t think straight. I don’t know what to expect. I’m also worried about Leslie and her daughter. Their whole life has been upended.
Fuck, Andy. You’re making a damn mess. What if Mitch drops the ball on something?
I thought this was the right thing to do in the beginning. However, I’ve grown more concerned as my rage has weaned. It’s the Connor hotheaded tempers that always get us in trouble. Kyle isn’t going to be happy about any of this.
“You all right?” Kyle asks when I don’t get out of bed.
“Uh, yeah, just need a second.”
Blowing out a breath, I run my hand into the front of my hair. I need a second and a call from Mitch. I need to know what’s going on back home. My brother keeps telling me he has it under control and he’ll tell me when he has the details I need.
Freaking control freak.
“Are you going to talk to me or not?” Kyle asks gruffly.
“About what?” I reply, turning to look back at him.
“You’ve been distracted for weeks. It’s only getting worse. At first, I let it go because you asked me to focus on winning the championship. Then you kept me distracted with getting Mas ready for this trip. But not distracted enough. I can see something is going on with you. Now talk,” he says in that commanding tone.
I don’t know how to tell him what’s wrong with me without opening a huge can of worms. I don’t want to ruin this vacation. When I am checked in, we have been having a great time. To see this beautiful place through the eyes of an inquisitive seven-year-old—who’s fascinated with Greek mythology—has been quite the experience.
We still have a few more days left to this trip. If I tell Kyle everything now it will bring this vacation to a halt and turn our life on its head. We deserve better. We can deal with the mess when we return, or at least that’s how I rationalize my silence.
“You know what? I have enough on my plate. You let me know when you want back in the relationship,” Kyle says in frustration, climbing out of bed.
“Kyle, wait,” I call after him.
“Nah, I’m good. Mas will be up in a bit. I’m going back to my room to shower,” he says over his shoulder, not bothering to turn back to me.
Wrapping the towel around his waist that he entered the room in, he storms out the door. I get up to start after him, tossing on my sweats and T-shirt. The last thing I want is for him to be pissed off at me. This is turning out to be a total clusterfuck.
My cell phone starts to ring, but when I spin to look for it I don’t see it in the room. It sounds so far away. That’s when it hits me. I left it on his bed before I ran out.
Looking at the bedside clock, I see it’s seven in the morning here in Greece. That means it’s about midnight back home. My brow draws. I hope nothing has gone wrong with this shitstorm. I rush out of my room for Kyle’s to get my phone from off his bed.
“Hey, Mitch. Is everything okay?” I hear Kyle say as I enter his room.
There is a short pause as my brother answers him.
“No, he’s right here,” he says into the phone, his face going from concerned to confused.
“Okay, hold on.”
Kyle pulls the phone from his ear and places it on speaker, his eyes lifting to mine. I can see the concern there. We’ve been waiting to see what all Mitch will find out about Kyle’s aunt. She’s still pushing this custody thing. I can’t say I haven’t been keeping my brother busy. He took on all of this personally.
“Okay, you’re on speaker. What’s going on?” Kyle questions.
“Ya uncle was found dead last night. A bullet to the head. Body was found in an old crack house. My sources say that’s not where he took his last breath. Ya aunt was confirmed to be in church at the estimated time of death, but she knows something, I see it in her eyes, I do,” Mitch mutters.
My eyes close. I’ll kill John if he went behind my back to do this. I wanted to go kick Rodney’s ass and scare him a bit. We were holding off until I got this Michael mess squared away. After Michael’s visit to my job, I just felt it would be better to wait. There’s no telling if that nut job has people watching me. The last thing we need is someone bearing witness to what we had planned.
“Honestly, someone did the world a favor. Fuck him,” Kyle snorts.
“Yeah, but it’s a wee bit convenient for ya aunt. There’s an insurance policy, and she is in need of the money,” Mitch replies.
“For what?” Kyle asks. “I’ve been giving her husband money.”
“It seems ya dear ol’ uncle had a gambling problem. He’s been paying out most of that money every month. Things have gotten tight. Ya aunt isn’t doing too well. She has cancer, and the insurance company won’t cover her treatments anymore,” Mitch explains.
I push my hand into my hair and tug. This would give Kyle’s aunt’s motive for her sudden interest in taking Mas from him. It would also give her a reason to take Michael’s help if he offered. My gut is telling me he used her hardship just as he did with Leslie. Rage starts to boil inside me.
“So you think my aunt had him killed?”
“Nope, ya didn’t hear me say that. I said it would be convenient for her. Anyone that digs deep enough would come to that conclusion and think the same thing. Ya uncle’s murder was sloppy. Not the type of work a highfalutin piece-of-shit lawyer would hire out,” Mitch replies.
“So you think Michael has something to do with this?” Kyle nearly growls.
“I think it’s his own insurance. I connected the dots. He’s paying for ya aunt’s lawyer. I get the feeling she may have been ready to back out of the deal just like our lass Leslie did,” Mitch says.
“Leslie? Who’s Leslie?” Kyle asks, his voice sounding confused as his brows come together.
“Thanks, Mitch. I appreciate you doing all of this. I’ll call you back later,” I rush.
“I t
old ya I’d take care of things. I put a huge wrench in his plans, I did,” Mitch replies. “Ya don’t have to worry about the school board. I pulled some strings to get the word back to Fairchild without the entire board being in on what’s going on. Only the necessary players that would have our boy ready to make his next move. He hasn’t a clue we’re on to him. Ya owe me a beer. See ya when you get back.”
The call ends and I think I may see the end of my relationship happening with it. I swear steam is blowing from Kyle’s ears. The look of distrust he gives me is too much to bear. I start singing like a canary.
Kyle
SUDDENLY IT’S all making sense. The distance in Andy’s eyes, his mind always off somewhere else. He’s been hiding things from me. Michael has been fucking with him, and he has kept it from me.
“You needed to focus on the game, not on him trying to ruin my career. I had it handled,” Andy blurts out.
I shake my head, holding up my hand.
“I’m not even trying to hear any of that. You have to be kidding me. He tried to fuck with your job? How? When? How long have you been hiding this? What else have you been keeping from me?” I snap.
He licks his lips nervously, shifting his weight to one leg and placing his hands on his hips. He looks at the floor between us as if it will provide him with answers. I cross my arms over my chest and wait impatiently.
“Mitch ran a background check on Michael for me. Mitch found out a lot of seedy shit. Things I’m sure you don’t know.
“Leslie, one of my third-grade teachers, came to my office after Michael offered her money. She was to stage a scene and file a sexual harassment claim. She couldn’t bring herself to do it and spilled everything. Later that day, Michael cornered me in the parking lot of the school. He demanded I walk away from you.
“Mitch and Javier have had a few of their guys watching over me since. Mitch has been working to find Michael’s weakness to help me to end this all,” he mutters in explanation.
“Un-fucking-real,” I bite out. “You can’t be serious with this.”