Page 51 of King's Barber
Smoothing my hand over KC’s forehead, I smiled when he blinked the sleep out of his eyes. “Hey, you all right?”
He nodded and pushed himself up to a seated position. Glancing toward the door, he grinned. I followed his gaze to Luke, who stood there awkwardly. “You two want time alone.” It wasn’t a question. KC rose and hugged me. “Thanks, Pa. I’m going out for a while. Brett’s got a new car he wants to show off. Rich kids, right?” He rolled his eyes and laughed, slapped Luke’s shoulder as he walked past him, and then I heard the sound of keys from the kitchen. I followed him to the back door, and KC turned to me. “I won’t be back for a few hours. So….” He made a waving motion with his hand. “So do what you need to do. Release those juices.”
I groaned and dropped my face into my hands. “KC….”
He hooted in laughter, and when he left, I turned and walked back toward Luke standing in the living room. He grinned at me, amusement flashing over his face.
“I like your kid,” he said.
Warmth spread throughout me as I thought about KC. “I like him, too. He’s a good boy.”
“How old was he when you adopted him?”
The question gave me reason to pause. Going into an assignment, I always made sure the identity I created was as close to my real one as possible. I stayed a hairstylist most of the time, and as far as my targets were concerned, I had a teenage son. It was easier to get closer to the more difficult people before I took them out if they thought I was harmless. None of them had gotten closer to the truth than Luke, though. He was here in my house and he’d met my real son. That should have scared the hell out of me. I never thought I’d need a reason to decide how much more truth to tell him. He wasn’t the type of guy who’d want to know my backstory, or at least that’s what I’d thought. I was wrong.
“Eleven.” The truth was the only direction to go. When the time came, I’d disappear from Luke’s life, and he’d never see KC again, either. “He was living on the streets. His mother was a heroin addict and couldn’t take care of herself most of the time. She disappeared, and he was left on his own. He never knew what happened to her, and he needed to pickpocket people to survive. Me included.”
Luke stepped forward and placed his hands on my arms. “What happened?”
I’d already told him the short version, but I knew he wanted the entire truth. He’d become more attached than I’d ever expected from him. “I caught him and made him tell me his story. I took him home and put him in school a week later. I adopted him and made him my son. He needed a future, and I gave him one.” I leaned my forehead against his chest, breathing in his spicy scent. “It was the best thing I ever did.”
He hooked his thumb under my chin and raised my head, so I was looking into his eyes. The smile he gave me was sweeter than I’d imagined possible from him, and my heart slammed against my ribs, causing me to let out a small gasp. “I think I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again. You’re a good dad, Quain.”
“You’re only saying that to get laid.” I chuckled and grabbed a handful of his leather jacket in my fists, tugging it and him closer. “It’s working, by the way. You can have my ass or cock or whatever you want.”
“I’m not saying it to get into your pants.” He leaned his head closer until our lips were only inches apart. “I mean it, but I won’t say no to having sex with you again.”
I laughed and tugged him harder, dragging him toward the kitchen. Spinning him around, I shoved him against the island. He grunted when his back landed against the edge, but I was already on my knees in front of him, working on his belt buckle. I glanced up at him with a smirk. “I want you to come in my mouth and then pound me over the island.”
“Fuck yeah,” he breathed out, reaching down to help me with his jeans until they were around his ankles with his boxers. He shoved his shirt up to his chin so I had access to his cock without his top and jacket being in the way. From my spot on my knees I stared up at his tight washboard abs and hair-light chest, ring flashing from his nipple, and my mouth watered. I wanted to trace my tongue from his nipples down to his cock, learn every line and curve of his body until I knew where he was sensitive so I could make him come undone.
I licked my lips and then swiped my tongue over the fat tip of his cock, watching in delight as he shivered. Running my palms over his thighs, I slid them around to his ass and grabbed his cheeks, dragging him closer so I could take his soft cock into my mouth. It didn’t take much to have him hard and heavy on my tongue.
I curled my fingers around the base of his cock and sat back to stare at the black ink on his erection. “Did you need to be hard the entire time?” I asked, before I traced the lines with the tip of my tongue.
He groaned. “Nah. Didn’t need to be.” His mouth curled into a smirk. “But I was. Can’t say no to some pain and a hand on my dick.”
“Really?” I grinned up at him and shuffled closer. “Did one of your brothers do it?”
He chuckled. “PD. Yeah. He wasn’t happy about holding my dick the entire time.”
“Too bad for him, it’s mine now.” I took him fully in my mouth, sucking him into the wet warmth, and he groaned, one hand in my hair while the other curled around the edge of the kitchen island. His cock hit the back of my throat, and his flesh was heavy and salty against my tongue. I moaned around him, knowing he could feel the vibrations against his cock, before I started a pace. In and out, slow at first and then speeding up.
Luke moved with me, fucking my mouth so hard he made me choke. I opened my jaw wider, giving him free rein to use me how he wanted, and he did exactly that. He grabbed my head and thrust roughly between my lips, and all I could do was hold onto his hips and breathe. The noises that left his mouth had my cock throbbing with need, and the nerves in my body were on fire, sending tingling sensations shooting through me. I wanted him so badly it hurt.
“I’m gonna come,” he growled out, his voice strained deeper than normal. He shoved into my mouth one more time before he froze, trembling and groaning as his load shot down my throat. I choked and gagged but stayed still until he was done, and when he pulled out his softening cock, I sucked in air needily. My chest heaved and I laughed.
“Were you trying to breed my throat?” I joked.
“Throat babies.” He panted and chuckled, leaning back against the island for support. “Now get up here so I can fuck you.”
I eyed his tired cock with raised eyebrows. “That’s not going to fuck anyone.”
“Give me five, baby, and then I’ll be ready to go again.”
I snorted and stood, my knees aching already. Thirty years old sometimes felt like eighty, especially after the rest I’d had protecting Luke. My body was used to moving, whether it was during a chase or fighting. Gym work didn’t help, either, and I wasn’t in the frame of mind to think about quitting. Not yet. Once Luke’s attackers were dealt with, because I was sure there would be more, I could go back to living the life of an assassin.
I took a seat at one of the tall chairs at the island and patted him on the shoulder. “It’s okay, you’re getting old.”
