“Sure, I’ll take a whiskey, straight.”

He nodded but didn’t move, besides his hands fisting and unfisting at his sides. Was he trying to stop himself from coming at me? From grabbing me?

“Kylo,” I called. He snapped his gaze up to me. “Drink?”

“Right. Yeah. Okay.” He nodded and then walked from the room.

I didn’t care that being there waiting for his mouth was something out of my normal. I was having the time of my life making Kylo sweat. I also felt like my head grew a few inches from the way he eyed me like I was candy.

I couldn’t wait to be eaten.

Chapter Five

Kylo

“Holy fuckin’ Christ, what’s he doin’ to me?” I muttered to myself as I went to get us drinks. I was getting a naked Saint a drink while he sat his bare ass on my bed. He was in my room, on my bed, waiting for me. Naked.

I couldn’t make sense of it. My mind was running too fast. I didn’t know what to think. But fuck it. I was getting a drink for us and then would go back in there and blow him.

“He’s naked in there,” I told myself, and still, it was like a wet dream come true. Was I imagining this? Was I dreaming?

His fucking body was a wet dream. All muscles were on display, and I’d looked. Boy, did I look. Long and hard. It was why I had to get out of there for a breather before I came in my boxers without actually any action.

This shit was crazy.

But a good kind.

My body felt like it’d been pumped full of adrenaline and Viagra. My dick had never been so hard… well, except for the time I sucked him off in the office.

He was here.

He was here because I’d offered to give him a blow job again. I could hit myself for saying something in the first place. However, he’d been the one to start it when he’d looked like he was going to ask for one but then didn’t.

I couldn’t back down. I couldn’t walk away, not after I saw the text he had ready for that fucking hookup. All I could think was that if he was going to get off from anyone, it would be me.

Again, I was crazy.

I fixed the drinks and took them back into the bedroom. He still sat on my bed naked. I hadn’t been dreaming, only now he had his phone out and had been flicking through it until I stepped back into the room. He put it down when I walked toward him, holding out his drink.

“Thanks,” he said, and then took a sip where I threw mine back and put the empty glass down on the bedside table. I glanced back down at him to find him smirking. Only his eyes were on my erection tenting my boxers.

He ran his eyes up my body, and I felt extra hot from the action. When he caught my gaze, he smiled.