Page 77 of Below The Surface
“I’m not sure it’s a booty call if we’re rooming together. Just a fuck, right?”
“If you say so. But if Kendra isn’t here, and Hayden’s passed out in the guest room, we can fuck right here.” I bat my lashes like he does, and he laughs.
“As lovely as that sounds, I prefer my bed to that couch. It’s not all that comfortable to fuck on, if I’m honest.”
I follow him to his bedroom, where he hangs up his tail in a separate closet from the one he has his clothes in. I hadn’t noticed the second closet before. I also don’t feel right snooping.
“Dry storage. Didn’t get in water today, otherwise I’d have to drain it out in the tub again.”
I nod and nuzzle into his neck. He smells like apricots tonight. I lick him and he turns in my hold.
“Do you have the energy to fuck me until the sun comes up?” He tugs me down and buries his fingers in my hair as he presses our lips together.
He walks me back towards the bed while working at the drawstring of my sweatpants. Our kiss deepens, becoming more urgent, more desperate. His heart pounds against my chest, matching the frantic rhythm of my own.
We tumble onto his bed, a tangle of limbs and desperate need. Kay straddles me, his eyes hungry. He grinds against me, his body already slick with sweat. His hard cock presses against mine through the thin fabric of our clothes.
“Fuck, Dallas,” he pants. “I need you inside me.Now.”
I don’t need to be told twice. I flip him onto his back, yanking off his pants in one swift motion. Kay’s legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer, urging me on. Before he can get too attached, I slide off my own pants. He eyes me up and down as if I’m a feast. Perhaps I am.
I reach for the lube in his nightstand, coating my fingers before pressing them against his entrance. He must have taken the plug out at some point, and I miss it.
Kay bucks against my hand, impatient as always. “More,” he growls, his nails digging into my shoulders. I slip two fingers inside him, stretching him, preparing him. His body clenches around me, so damn hot and tight.
“Now, Dallas,” Kay demands. I position myself at his entrance, but stop. I can’t. Not yet.
Kay whines and throws his head back. “Why are youso mean? Ineedyour cock in menow.” He balls his hands and slams them onto the bed. “Fuck me. Please.”
My heart pounds a frantic beat. I have to tell him I know.
I shut my eyes and swallow before saying, “I have a confession to make.”
Kay’s eyes go dark. Before I can utter another word, he has me on my back and a knife to my throat.
“Wherethe fuckdid the knife come from?” I never saw it coming, but there must have been something in my tone to alert him of something.
“What’s your confession?” Even his voice changes. It’s no longer sweet horny Kay. It’s someone protecting himself.
“I saw you. At Hayden’s. You.” I lick my lips before continuing. “You killed the stalker. Thank you.”
“Oh.” His eyes go wide. “Shit.I forgot you both got sent the notifications.” The knife presses deeper into my throat. “Is this going to be a problem?”
“No,” I say.
His eyes flint across my face as if he’s assessing whether I’m a threat to his safety. Slowly, he removes the knife from my throat. He starts to move from straddling me, but I grip his hips, stopping him.
“It didn’t bother you? Does Hayden know?”
“No. And no.” I look at the ceiling with the jellyfish. “I don’t think it was wrong either, which probably makes me fucked up.”
Kay shrugs. “Not as much as me, probably.” His voice and his smile slides back into the Kay I know.
“There’s another confession.” I swallow when he slides the knife down my chest and circles a nipple. “Choose your words wisely.”
“Every Friday since that first time we met, I’ve been watching this livestream show on the dark web. They call themselves Nightmare and torture pedophiles and rapists before killing them. It’s graphic and fucked up, and I can’t stop thinking about it. There are even blooper reels.”
Kay slides the knife along my collarbone. The blade bites into my skin and I just watch him to see what he does. I want him to confess, but will he?
