Page 79 of Last One Standing
He nodded. “It was, but not your fault.”
“We killed eleven men.”
Kona sighed and pushed up so he was right in my face. “Eleven men who trespassed and likely were going to kill us all. I felt like a fool unable to reconcile that I might need to shoot someone. You were all in control. As scared as I was, I knew you wouldn’t let anything happen to me or Pika.”
“I wouldn’t.”
“I know.” He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine.
Our kiss turned feverish, and I welcomed the dip of his tongue in my mouth. I was no longer tired; instead I was hungry for Kona. Our teeth clashed and I rolled him under me, still careful of his healing body. All I wanted to do was be as close as I could to him.
“I want you.”
He smiled wide. “Then take me.” Kona reached under the pillow and pulled out a condom and some lube.
“You came prepared.”
“I did, and now I’d just really like to come.”
A low growl escaped me, earning a giggle from Kona. I loved his happiness, and I craved more than anything to give him what he wanted.
I leaned down and started at his lips, savoring the taste of his tongue, relishing in his enchanting scent…and he was enchanting. I couldn’t get enough. I moved to his neck, lightly nipping at his skin, grinning at his moan, and his nails dug into my shoulders.
I danced my tongue along his chest gingerly biting one nipple then the next, enjoying his hisses and gasps as I explored every inch of him. When I reached his cock I didn’t hesitate; I took him in my mouth and sucked. I felt his balls tighten, and I popped off.
“No, no…come back.”
I laughed. “I’m gonna fuck you; then you can come. Not before.”
He bit his lip, and he’d never looked as gorgeous as he did now, his dark hair splayed across the pillow, eyes glittering with lust, cheeks pink with need.
I grabbed the lube and poured it on my fingers. Faintly, I touched his hole, smiling as he shivered. I watched as his greedy hole sucked my finger in, pumped until he was begging for more. He took three fingers and cried out.
“I need your cock!”
Good thing the rooms were soundproof. I opened the condom and slid it onto my very hard cock, lined it up, and slowly pressed into him.
I heard my groans as Kona’s echoed them, and the second I was flush against his pubes, I repeated the motion, picking up speed. I reached for his hand and entwined our fingers, connecting in every way we could.
When we came it was together, powerful, and fuck, I swore the house shook with our climaxes. But it was just the bubble we’d surrounded ourselves in.
I was sweaty and covered in Kona’s come, so we both showered, taking our time. His bruises were pretty much gone, his ribs still tender, but he was healing so fast. He lazily stroked me to hardness, smiling once I came over his fingers.
This was what I’d been searching for; I just hadn’t realized it. This was what I’d thought I could have with Two. If anything, Kona had shown me that what we wanted wasn’t always what was best for us. I wasn’t good for Two and standing here under the shower spray, this beautiful man giggling when I playfully kissed his neck, I realized he wasn’t good for me either.
Aziza would have a field day with my discovery. She’d told me once that we sometimes fall in love with an idea and not the person. That we attach ourselves to projects and sometimes those projects are people. Two was that. Getting him to stand on his own feet, see himself for the amazing person he was. What he could be. That had been the project. Believing he could be even better with me was the idea. It wasn’t built on love and affection but comfort. And you couldn’t have a relationship solely based on that.
“You okay?” Kona wrapped a towel around my waist once we were out.
“Yeah, just thinking.”
“What about?”
I beamed at him, finding wild happiness in the midst of all this mayhem. “You. How grateful I am that I walked into Stilettos and Sangria that night.”
“That’s sweet.” He rested his hand on my chest and pushed on his tiptoes for a kiss. “I adore you, Angel. I hope you know that.”
“If you feel half of what I do for you, we’ve got a powerful thing happening here.”
