Kyle's Reveal

by Royal Blue

  I reach for his hand, placing it over his length. I nod my silent command, in between placing kisses over his waistline. He clasps his fingers around his girth and strokes. I ghost my face from one hip to the other, repeating the path again with my tongue. I keep teasing. Denying contact, taking a taste, denying him again. The flex of his stomach reveals this is getting to him.

  I start to nip up and down his right thigh, taking the trip several times. My tongue dances across his skin, avoiding his stroking hand. Traveling across his waistline again, I start to nip, blow, suck, and lick on his left thigh just like the other. Reaching up, I give his nipple the attention I know he loves. Pinching just enough to leave a bite, then soothing it with my thumb.

  Suddenly Andy changes the script. Placing his fingers beneath my chin, he draws my eyes to him. Gently, he brings me to my full height with his fingertips guiding me. His head tilts back to look up at me. Dipping my head just inches from his, I breathe him in.

  My tongue peeks out to flick against his lip, causing his breath to hitch. His entire body shivers before me. I nip his bottom lip, then the top one. When Andy tries to lean in for a full kiss, I pull just out of his reach.

  His eyes blaze with desire and determination. Pushing at my chest to give him a little more room, he drops to his knees before me. I don’t get a chance to react before he has me in his mouth.

  He looks up through his lashes, and our eyes connect. I bite my lip and let my eyes roll. The sound of him giving me head alone is enough to make me take a pause to relish it for a moment.

  Damn. This motherfucker and that mouth.

  My thoughts echo in the moan that vibrates from my chest. I lock my fingers in his hair, massaging his scalp as he sucks me like a prize-giving lollipop. My hips start to buck forward.

  He’s driving me insane, but this is not how I wanted this to play out. I want to give Andy pleasure. Mimicking his earlier action, I place my fingers under his chin, move my hand to gently cup his jaw, and pull free.

  “Spit on it,” I say.

  He does several times before I bring him to stand, his eyes intent on me. His cheeks are red and his eyes bright. I crowd him against the wall again. This time when I lift him onto my waist, I guide him onto my waiting arousal.

  The slow gasp of air he takes is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. It’s like he just breathed me in. I plant my palms on the wall, and his hands go to my shoulder. I move into him with slow deliberate strokes.

  I kiss the tip of his nose, then brush mine across the bridge of his while rocking into him. The energy that hums over our skin charges everything around us. His hands move to the sides of my face, bring my lips to his. I breathe into his mouth as I increase the pace just a bit.

  The lock of our lips takes me to a deeper level. Wrapping my arms beneath his thighs, I move from the wall, bend my knees, and start to bounce him on my dick. Andy’s head falls back in a silent scream. I can see the strain from him confining the sound.

  I place my lips next to his ear, but no words come out. All the nasty shit I want to say just doesn’t fit this moment. The connection is deeper than a few crass words. I just allow my breath to fan his ear, sending tremors rocking through him.

  I turn for the bed, walking us to it. Andy nibbles at my lips, as I climb onto the bed with him. I’m still seated inside him. I reconnect our eyes. My hands caress up from his ass, over his thighs, stopping behind his knees. I push his legs back, watching his eyes widen.

  I bite into my lip and groan as I feel him tightening around me. It feels so good. I have to take a pause as my heart pounds. I close my eyes and gather myself.

  Andy

  I NEVER thought sex with Kyle could get any better than the lovemaking I’ve experienced with him in the past. He’s proving me so wrong. This is over-the-top. Every cell in my body is screaming his name.

  It has to be the knowledge that today marks the first day of the rest of our lives. The future is officially ours to hold. No crazy ex. No scarred past suppressing life itself. No insecurities to block the purity of the moment.

  There’s nothing to keep Kyle from spending as much time with Mas as he likes. He can be a good uncle without having to worry about running off to a game. We can build the family we want, and it all starts here. Today, with us.

  Making love like this seems like the perfect note to the perfect song. Each kiss, each caress, each stroke is life to our relationship. It’s one thing to feel Kyle—it’s another to understand him. Tonight we are understanding each other.

  The look on his face right now isn’t helping to calm my racing pulse. He looks like he’s in complete ecstasy. My eyes dance over his handsome face while his are closed. His jaw works. Those full lips look so edible. He has an iron grip on the back of my knees.

  I feel him pulsing inside me and I want more. I clench my ass and his eyes fly open. I grasp my ankles, drawing my legs farther into my chest. A vein pops in his neck as he grinds his teeth. He starts to move again.

  He bites his lip in concentration. I can see in his brows how much he’s trying to control himself. He’s so beautiful. I look between us to see his dark skin against my paler color. We make a sensual blend. I can’t take my eyes away. I watch as he moves in and out of me.

  My eyes only tear away when he starts to work his body into me harder. He’s like a dancer, rolling his body and working his legs and back. He dives into me, giving me all of him.

  Still, neither of us has uttered a word. Our eyes and bodies are doing all the necessary talking. Right now, his eyes are telling me he’s about to come. He dips his head, taking my lips.

  He swells inside me. Our lips slide against each other. I can’t get enough of tasting him—any part of him. I wish he would have let me finish earlier. I start salivating at the thought of him in my mouth.

  He didn’t finish then, but I have no question that he does now. With a growl into my mouth, he spills into me. I close my eyes and revel in the feel of his seed warming my insides.

  He places kisses all over my face. I smile lazily, content with the world. I’m good on not coming too. However, I should know better.

  He pulls from my body, and moments later his mouth is wrapped around my length. I buck off the bed. My toes curl into the mattress, and my head sinks back into the pillows. Once again, I’m trying not to call out, knowing we’re not home alone.

  It just feels so damn good. I pull a pillow over my head and bellow into it. My legs start to shake. My hips are rocking of their own according. I’m turning mindless beneath him. Kyle’s skilled mouth leaves me twisted in knots.

  My arms clamp the pillow over my face as I spill down the back of his throat. I come so hard I’m seeing stars. I’m boneless as I melt into the sheets.

  If this will be my life, I’ll take two please.

  I laugh out loud at my own thoughts. Kyle tugs the pillow away to look down at me curiously. I grin back at him like as idiot.

  “Something funny?” he mumbles.

  “Was just thinking, if you asked me to marry you again, I’d say yes,” I reply.

  Kyle looks at me like I’m crazy. Shaking his head, he lies on his back, scooping me into his arms and onto his chest. I caress his stomach, giving a long yawn.

  “I don’t know why you’re settling in as if I’m done,” he says, running his fingers through my hair.

  I can hear the humor in his voice. I turn my head up as it rests on his chest. I toss my leg over his torso and start to get more comfortable against him.

  “Why in the world would I ever think that?” I tease.

  “Have no idea,” he says. “You ought to know better.”

  I give him a lazy grin, lifting to give him a peck on his lips. He slaps my ass and I burst out laughing. I love the smile on his handsome face.

  “Mr. Tyson, is this the behavior I have to look forward to?”

  “Did you get into something you can’t handle?” he says.

  “Nope, we’re going to be an old married couple
now. That means slow, lazy sex from now on,” I throw back. “When it’s done, it’s done.”

  “First of all, who’s old?” he says and yawns. “Damn. Okay, it’s been a long day, but we’re not making a habit of this one-and-done shit.”

  His snores follow not too long after his words. I smile and drift off to happy thoughts.

  This is what life should be like.

  EPILOGUE: NEW BEGINNINGS

  Kyle

  A year later….

  “THIS… MY friend, was worth the blood, sweat, and tears,” Javier says as we look out over the playground at the children’s complex.

  This place is amazing. Beau really took my idea and turned it into a wonderland I could never have dreamed of. It’s more than an orphanage. Everything is state of the art. The place was built to encourage these kids to feel at home but also to explore who they are and their interests.

  We have a music center with studios, equipment, and instruments. There’s a sports center where they can play any sport their hearts’ desire. A media center for film, writers, and so much more. A state-of-the-art kitchen where they can cook with the chefs if they’d like. We left no stone unturned.

  “It is,” I reply. “Look at them. I’ve been here for every single intake and arrival. I’ve seen their sad and scared faces when they get here. Now look.”

  “Safe and happy, just what you wanted,” Jordan says from my other side.

  “Yeah.”

  He just took the words from my mouth. We screen every single worker through at least three different systems. Mitch oversees the final approval. I’ve worked with the staff up close and personal. If I get a bad vibe, I let them go without question. Everyone comes in on a hundred-and-twenty-day probation.

  These kids will always be safe on my watch. I also promised myself they will always have the best. We take the broken, bent, and unwanted kids. Here they will learn to heal and be loved.

  “I think Mas thinks he has forty new siblings,” Beau muses.

  “I thought it was just me,” Andy says with amusement coloring his words. “He loves this place. I think it’s good for him and the other kids. They gravitate to him.”

  “With the exception of one.” Beau throws his head back and laughs.

  We all laugh. My poor boy.

  “Nah, they’re going to be best friends. Just you watch,” I say, still laughing.

  “If you say so,” Beau says, with doubt.

  “I’m with Kyle,” Andy agrees.

  Cheers erupt on the basketball court, pulling our attention. My lips kick up as the subject of our conversation hands out high fives. I look to the left of the scene to find an intent Mas hovering on the sidelines. Yeah, Mas has a best friend in the making.

  “Personally, I think this has been good for all of us. Didn’t know I wanted to be a papa until I gained a bunch of niños.” Javier laughs.

  “Tell me about it. I find myself headed to this place more than my own home,” Jordan adds. “They keep me out of trouble.”

  We all turn to look at Jordan. I think we’re all thinking the same thing. He has been staying out of trouble lately. I haven’t seen him on the cover of the tabloids in months.

  Um, interesting.

  I think we’re all growing up. I know I have. Our wedding is next month, and we’ve just finished unpacking the penthouse suite of the main building on the children’s complex. Beau decided to add in suites in case we ever needed to stay on-site.

  Andy and I decided this was where we wanted to live and had the penthouse designed for our family. I think it was the best move for us. It feels just like home.

  “Are you ready for the first school year?” Jordan asks Andy.

  “Yeah, I think I am. The school looks great, and the staff is rounding out nicely. I like that we decided to open registration to the complex tenants,” Andy replies.

  “I’m still on the fence about that shit. If those little privileged assholes start fucking with our kids, they’re out,” Beau grumbles, speaking to my own thoughts.

  We went back and forth on the topic a few times. A few of us weren’t too sure we wanted kids at the school that might look down on the kids from Savanna’s House. Andy was adamant that the school should be open to others.

  He has a vision for it all, and I decided to trust it. It’s his thing after all. Andy has taken on the school as headmaster. While he, Tara, and Emma have been very serious about this wedding, Andy’s been even more serious about the direction of the school. I have faith in all he’s done for the school and these children. I think they all have become ours.

  “Yup, they have become all of our niños.” Javier chuckles.

  “It will be fine. I’ve talked with the parents, and I’ve designed the program to be inclusive. I’ll be watching,” Andy reassures.

  “You guys need anything?” Jordan asks. “I’m heading out on the road for a bit this week, but if I can help with the new place, the wedding, babysitting during the honeymoon, whatever you guys need, let me know.”

  “Thanks for the offer,” I reply.

  “I think we have it all covered. Mas wants to stay with my parents for the two weeks,” Andy says. “We finished up with the place. I’ll be back in time to get the school open and running. We’re pretty good.”

  “Well, the offer is out there,” Jordan says.

  “Fellas, it is always good to be in your company. This is a good thing we’ve done here. I’m going to hit up the deep pockets to keep it going. Call me if you need me,” Javier croons. “Adiós, mis hermanos.”

  “Later, man,” I say, pulling him into a one-armed hug.

  “I’m heading out as well,” Beau says. “I need to get down to the gym.”

  We embrace next. I’ll see him later when I drop Mas and a few of the others off at the gym for their classes. Emma usually does it, but she’s been avoiding her new crush in the last few weeks. The Daltons have been making life quite interesting lately.

  “I’m going to join the street hockey game in a few,” Jordan says as he stretches.

  “Cool.” I nod.

  Andy and I are the only ones left on the little hill we’ve been standing on looking over the playground. I take in a deep breath. This right here is well with my soul. Savanna would be happy.

  I turn my head to the right when Andy’s laugh meets my ears. His face is alight with amusement, and his eyes are sparkling. He’s still as gorgeous as the first day I ever laid eyes on him. My lips curve in the corners when I note he’s wearing a short-sleeve shirt and shorts.

  We’ve come a long way, baby.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “Mas once referred to us all as gods. His superheroes, he called all of his uncles. I just find it funny how we’ve gotten into the habit of standing up here to look down on the place. It’s our Mount Olympus,” he explains happily.

  I join in on the laughter, looking out over the complex. Who knew this would all lead here? Although, I’m not too sure on the superhero part. I’m still worried about making all the right choices concerning Mas.

  “That kid is something else.” I grin.

  “I think he’s going to give us a run for our money,” Andy says, not sounding the least bit put off.

  “Twenty-eight days. Are you ready to become Mr. Tyson?” I ask, reaching out to bring him closer.

  Andy leans into my side, wrapping an arm around my waist. We melt into each other effortlessly. This is who we’ve become. We don’t throw it out there into people’s faces, but we don’t hide anymore. Our love is our love.

  “Kyle, I’ve been ready to be yours since the day I was born. I’m finally complete,” he replies, and it’s all that needs to be said.

  I kiss the top of his head, squeezing my arm around his waist. I feel the exact same way.

  The color blue is known for trust and healing, as are the words of author ROYAL BLUE. Blue started writing books to heal herself after losing her mother to breast cancer in 2007, followed by a miscarriage only
eight months later. Books and words were one of the things that held her together.

  As a young girl, Blue’s mother introduced her to the world of love and music through movies like Seven Brides for Seven Brothers, Bye Bye Birdie, and Neptune’s Daughter. Once she got her hands on books that sucked her into the magic that pages bring, an authoress was born. A story here, a few songs there, but she actually didn’t complete a manuscript until 2009.

  However, books were piling up and collecting dust as fear clung and whispered evil thoughts. Yet, fear was silenced in 2015. Needing to write in order to breathe and wanting to share, Blue Saffire, Royal’s alter ego, rose from the ashes and entered the world.

  The self-proclaimed hermit was born in Far Rockaway, NY, but is now a Long Island resident with her loving and supportive husband. The two work round the clock creating music and characters. There is no shortage of laughter or creativity in their home.

  Never in a million years did she think the passion that saved her sanity would allow her to walk around with blue hair and spend her days dreaming of hot men to put on paper. After all, an MBA in Marketing and Project Management, as well as a MED in Curriculum Design and Instructional Technology, tell a very different story. Although, it’s safe to say Royal would rather be doing something Blue with her time.

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