Yearn A. Ellis (carter reed .TXT) 📖

“Next time,” he growled, “you’re giving me this massive dick. My ass is already aching to be stretched and filled.”

The image he painted and the raw need in his voice were all I needed. My balls drew up tight and my cock shot my release over our joined hands. My ass clenched as I came and I groaned when Khi gave a final thrust, his cock pulsing deep in my ass as he filled the condom.

“Holy, fuck,” Khi gritted out, his dick still throbbing as my hole continued to grip him.

He eased me down onto the bed, stretching out our bodies as he caught my chin and turned my head to meet his kiss. The slow dip of his tongue eased the sense of loss as he slipped from my body.

Dreading the awkwardness I assumed would materialize now that the haze of passion was lifting, I prepared myself for Khi to retreat into himself.

Instead, he shifted to stand, removed the condom and wrapped it in a tissue, and tossed it in the trashcan. “My blanket is gonna need washed,” he gestured toward the mess I’d made on his bed.

“Probably should go toss it in the washer,” I hedged, unsure how all of this was going to play out.

“In a minute,” Khi said as he caught my hand and pulled me to stand. Grabbing a towel, he wiped his dick and hands before handing it to me. I followed suit and stood awkwardly for a split second before Khi yanked me close and pulled me down onto my own bed. “This is gonna sound ridiculous, but we’ve got a bit of time.” He wrapped me in his arms and held me close, our spent, naked bodies tangled together.

“Who knew Khi Harris was a cuddler?” I teased, my lips brushing against his ear.

“I’ll deny it,” he warned, but he ran a hand up and down my back as our bodies seemed to melt together. “You okay?” His hand brushed over my ass.

“I’m good.” And I was. The delicious ache in my ass was a reminder of what had just happened, proof I hadn’t dreamed it. “Would you seriously want me to top?”

Khi tensed momentarily, but relaxed when I kissed his neck. “Yeah, for sure. Blaine refused to top for me even though he knew I was vers. His cheating hurt for a lot of reasons, but walking in to see him railing a stranger in our bed—knowing he’d give a paying customer something he’d never once given me—was the most painful.” He tipped my chin. “Would you want to?”

I nodded. “I get read as a strict bottom all the time—actually, I guess it’s just more that the guys I’ve slept with are only interested in me as a bottom—but I’m vers and definitely interested.”

We cuddled in a comfortable silence for a while before Khi broke the silence. “Is this going to get weird? Have we totally fucked ourselves over?”

I propped up on my elbow and trailed my hand down his arm. “I think it depends on how we react. Are we going to let it get weird?”

Khi frowned. “I don’t want to. I think my head is just having a really hard time wrapping around the fact that maybe I don’t hate you as much as I thought I did.”

“Understandable. I went through the same a while back when I realized I didn’t hate you as much as I thought I did.”

“So, we’re good? We can work together and maybe not hate each other while having hot sex until we both get tired of it and then we move on?” Khi raised a brow as he waited for my answer.

I fought to ignore the little flutter of disappointment in my chest at the thought of Khi eventually tiring of having me as a fuck buddy, but I just nodded. “Yep. Mutually beneficial setup for as long as it works for both of us.”

And then what, you moron? You already know you’re feeling something for him. Are you seriously thinking you’ll be able to just let him go when he finds someone else?

Whatever. It didn’t matter. Neither Khi nor I had plans to stay at Remington Place permanently. I’d get my designs picked up. He’d move on to something bigger and better.

And you’ll both just happily leave your friends and family and each other?

“Shower?” Khi interrupted my thoughts.

Nodding, I pressed a kiss against his lips.

We crowded into the shower on our floor and thoroughly enjoyed getting clean and getting each other off.

By the time Dalton and Gabby came home an hour later, Khi’s blanket was in the wash and we were settled in the game room talking smack as we played a game on one of the three systems available.

Gabby stuck her head in the room and her brows raised when she saw us together. “Did hell freeze over while I was at work?” she asked.

Khi scoffed. “Just kicking his ass.”

I rolled my eyes. “Whatever, you wish. I was bored.” I shrugged. “Better him than boredom.”

Gabby narrowed her eyes as if she totally didn’t believe me or her brother. “Mmhm, if you say so.” She walked away but threw an assessing glance over her shoulder.

Khi turned to me with a smirk and a wink.

“If your sister is suspicious, Cooper is going to eat us alive,” I warned.

“It’s not a big deal. We’re grown men, we can fuck whoever the hell we want.” Khi won the game and tossed the controller to the side. “I’m going to head to bed, watch a movie before I fall asleep. Hope tomorrow’s shift is interesting. If not, I’ll probably be able to finish that training course.”

I stood and stretched before following him out of the game room. “You okay with me sketching some designs while you watch your movie? I’ll keep the light low.”

“That’s fine. Once I fall asleep, I won’t even notice so don’t stop on my account,” Khi said as we headed toward our room.

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