17. Zander

Chapter seventeen

Zander

I ’d gone to check on the second crew, which was finishing a job in Spartanburg, and made it to Killy’s to see about the pavilion by noon. The hearth was going up and the plumbing was run from the house. The crew had framed in the base and was laying down the floor when I pulled up. Killy was rocking in the swing, and Jules was sleeping through the hammering.

I headed up the steps after talking to Jenkins, who told me Killy had given Maisy and Cully permission to marry. Well, Killy seemed to be doing all the right things.

Hey, I thought, stopping in front of him.

Hey, he smiled back.

I just came to check on this crew. Looks like things are coming along.

They are. Indy and the boys went home after lunch, and Maisy’s arrival scared the hell out of Jules.

I glanced at the top of the boy’s head, which was all I could see of him. He was covered in a large black blanket.

Shifters move on from things we hold onto, I thought.

They do. I had to explain that to him after she left. Sophie may need help because I’m gonna be Papa for a while.

Where is she?

She’s talkin’ to Briar. She’s gonna call you later about a meeting between Luciano Builders and Fowler Construction. After last night, everyone wants reassurances about the hotel and the housing. Her phone started blowing up at five.

I smiled. Give them a time on Friday, and they’ll wait to call .

Where are you headed now?

Home to shower. Then I’m comin’ here at six.

I have ten bathrooms, Killy thought. Jules and I counted them the day he arrived. You’re welcome to mine.

Am I? Hadn’t meant to wrangle an invitation to stay but there it was. Didn’t have anywhere else to be, and I would be counting the seconds to six. I can do that.

Killy stood then, rearranging Jules, whose little fingers were tangled in Killy’s curls at the base of his neck. I opened the glass door for him and then closed the oak door behind us, locking it and setting the alarm. I followed Killy to the master bedroom and listened as he found me clean clothes while I stripped down. He left the room then, and I got clean.

He’d given me swim trunks, and when I found him again, he and Jules were in the pool. Jules was happy to see me, which was good. I spent the afternoon getting to know him and his papa.

Jules was bright, funny, and loved to read. The boy talked about Alex and Rhys’ books on their tablet, and Killy told him he had those same books. Jules was thrilled when Killy told him he could have the tablet. After swimming, we ran furry in the back, played with Jules on his playground, and after, Jules was ready for supper, bath, and bed.

The afternoon went by faster than I expected. Killy took Jules for his bath, and I cleaned the kitchen.

“Walking On Sunshine” by Katrina he danced away from me. This one was sexier, and he walked me through the steps, put his hands on my hips, and I leaned my back into his chest as we moved together. We ended up in the gamesroom, and he let me go to rack the balls on the pool table. He turned the sound down and gave me the first lesson on how to clear the table in two shots. He talked me through each time, and I tried five times but just couldn’t do it.

He racked the balls again, and I stopped him. “I’m not gonna get it.”

“You will,” he smiled. “It’s physics.”

Oh, I could think of other physics-related things I wanted to do. This wasn’t it.

He touched his forehead to mine and closed his eyes. “Zee-”

I kissed him then, smooshing our noses. How was this any fun? Why did people kiss?

He put his hand on my cheek and pulled away, that fiery gaze studying my face. “It’s a dance,” he murmured, angling his head. “Little nips,” he whispered as his lips claimed mine again. I sighed, and his tongue took that as an invitation. He tasted like spearmint, and his fingertips were doing wild things to my back. His hands were under my shirt, and the rough pads felt wicked as they scraped skin. His touch was light but distracting, and I wanted more. He flattened his hands then, his palms were warm against my flesh, and I was lost in the senstations. When I drew away, he was lying on the table; I was above him, cradled between his thighs.

“I’m so sorry,” I whispered.

“I’m not,” he winked. “You want that striptease now or later?”

The cock pressing into my hip suggested the show would be perfect, but I didn’t want to watch. I wanted to burn. My fingers slid into the joggers he’d changed into before supper, and he banged his head when I wrapped them around his hot, hard flesh. He lifted his hips when I pulled the cotton down, and I licked my lips. Seeing him shower wasn’t the same as seeing it erect. I ran my tongue from base to tip, and his breath caught. He didn’t exhale until I sucked the head into my mouth. He counted spaces to the sofa and dropped the lube on his stomach. He pushed my head down gently, and I took him in my mouth again. He urged my fingers towards his hole, and I grabbed the lube. We weren’t going to talk about it. We were doing it.

I sucked while I lubed my fingers and rubbed the tip around that pucker before pushing it in slowly. His breath caught again, and his ass tightened. He relaxed, and I slid out and back in again, amazed at how tight it was and how different it felt without gloves. I pushed the second finger in, and he began to move.

“Hmm, fuck me, Zee,” he whispered.

I eased my joggers down one-handed and used more lube on him and me before I pushed into him.

The sensations were strange, and I was trying to adjust when he wrapped one leg around me. “Move,” he hissed.

I pumped in and out then, watching his face to see if he liked it. This was a completely different experience than The Den. They moaned like they wanted it, talked about how big my cock was, and I tuned them out to cum.

He placed one foot on the coffee table, moved it out of the way, and counted spaces again. He ended up on top, one knee bent, one foot flat on the floor, and he moved the way he wanted. This position was new, too, and I liked it. He watched me, that gaze flaming, and I just felt. He was tight, hot, and determined. He moved so fast that I lost my breath. My balls tightened, and when I came, I roared. He rocked against me, taking it all, and when I was spent, he eased off, his cock still waving proudly.

“Killy?” I whispered.

“Have you ever bottomed?” he asked.

“No, but I’d like to.” I had toys, and I enjoyed those better than Rina’s.

“Really?” he raised his eyebrows, and I nodded. he knelt between my legs, lubed his fingers, and pulled my leg around his waist. It changed the angle, and I lifted the other leg to the sofa to give him better access. I didn’t wait for him to push the second finger in. I urged him closer, and he took the hint, easing his cock into my ass. He fell forward and moved slower than I wanted until he kissed me, and I forgot. Too many sensations to concentrate on at once, and he purred with soft laughter.

“Shh.”

I glared back, and he arched a brow, stilling.

“Killy!” I hissed.

“Hmm?”

“Move!”

“As you command.” He drew away until he was almost completely out and then slammed into me. Words flew from my lips then, and I had no idea what I was saying as he pounded into me. He held one hand above my head and set a steady rhythm. He roared with his release and closed his eyes, panting. He started rocking his hips again and let my hand go. I grabbed his ass then, begging him for something. Didn’t know what until he found it. My balls tightened, and I roared for the second time, my cum painting his chest. He hadn’t touched my cock once after riding me. I hadn’t known it was possible to cum without hands.

He fell forward, finding his rhythm again, and sweat beaded on his forehead as he moved. The song changed three times, and he was still pounding. His cock swelled, and I rocked my hips. He glared down at me and exploded, trembling with this release as he held his breath.

“FUCK!” he finally yelled.

Killy eased away carefully and raised his eyebrows. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fabulous,” I laughed. “How are you?”

He smiled then and sighed. “Wasn’t expecting that.”

“To cum? I thought that was the goal.”

“No,” he laughed, panting. “I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard.”

“We need a shower,” I murmured.

“We do, yeah,” he sighed again, and I counted spaces to his shower room that time. “Are you staying?” he asked as we washed.

“If you want me to? I have to check on a job site in the morning and see the architect about some plans. Wouldn’t mind having breakfast with you and Jules.”

He nodded. “I’d like that, too.”