Page 82 of Adrift Without You
Chapter 42
Kyle
When my phone rings and I see Lu’s name on the screen, my first instinct is to panic. She never calls when she’s with James, only ever texts.
“You okay, pumpkin?” I ask as soon as I accept the call.
“Yeah Dad, I’m fine. I just thought you should know Papa got out of hospital yesterday. He was mugged. He looks really bad. His face is swollen and bruised, and he has a broken arm and two broken ribs.”
“Jesus Christ, really? Should you be over there this weekend then? Should I come get you? Is Xavier looking after him?”
“Yeah, he is. We’re going to watch a movie soon cos Papa can’t do much else. Not that we normally do anything together, anyway.” There’s a pause. “Dad, I’ve decided I don’t want to spend weekends here anymore. I think I’ll just visit for dinner once a fortnight, if that’s okay?”
“Of course it’s okay. Call me if you want to come home. Even if it’s late at night. Anytime.”
“Okay I will, but I think I should stay while he’s hurt. Look, I gotta go. Love you, Dad.”
“Love you more. Bye pumpkin.”
“Bye Dad.”
I place my phone on the kitchen counter then slowly walk down the hall to the bedroom. My instincts are telling me something I’m not sure I want to know.
Stopping in the doorway, I watch Bren take off his work shirt before speaking. “That was Lu on the phone.”
He turns to face me, face concerned. “Is she okay?”
“She’s fine, but James got mugged and just arrived home from hospital.”
Bren averts his eyes, discarding his work pants and pulling on grey trackies. He doesn’t respond.
“Bren? Do you have anything more to say about that?”
He raises his eyebrows and huffs out a breath. “Guess that’s fuckin’ unfortunate for him. What were his injuries?”
“Lu said he has a bruised and swollen face, two broken ribs and a broken arm.”
“Shit, sounds serious. But I don’t give a fuck.” He saunters over and looks me straight in the eyes. “What? You suddenly care about your ex-husband?”
“Bren,” I say slowly. “What did you do?”
He turns, retrieving his work pants from the floor then throws them in the hamper. “Didn’t do shit, Davies. Maybe he finally got what was comin’ to him.”
I know he’s lying his ass off. It seems like Brendan Young went all upper-class thug and hired someone to do his dirty work because there’s not a single scratch on him. Despite myself, my dick hardens. “Bren?” I walk across the room and press my chest to his back, moaning at the contact.
“What’s got you so horny?” he asks, the smile evident in his voice.
I slide my arms around his waist and then slip one hand inside his boxers as I lick up the curve of his neck. He’s already hard too, and I tease the slit and frenulum with my thumb, humming when he gets wet for me.
I murmur in his ear. “The same thing that’s got you horny, I guess.”
While dragging Bren’s trackies and boxers down over his hips, I suck hard on his neck, determined to mark my man. He groans, his head lolling back onto my shoulder. Tugging my own pants down to my thighs, I slide my shaft between his perfectly rounded ass cheeks. “Were you defending my honour?” I whisper, nibbling on his earlobe. Bren hums a laugh and rocks his ass back against my cock.
“Ky, you belong to me, and nobody disrespects what’s mine.”
Flipping him around roughly, I wrap my hand around both our cocks and stroke slowly. I hungrily lick into his mouth as pleasure builds. When I pull away, Bren looks lust drunk. “If I belong to you, then perhaps you should prove it.”
There’s a low rumble in his throat, then he manhandles me over to the bed, shoving me down and stripping me of my clothes. The rarity of Bren topping and dominating me has my heart beating like thunder.
