SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ-Chapter 219

- HAZEL -

Killian tucks a duvet over the bed. I’m sat on it, well fed and stuffed to the core, about to lay down and sleep. On his bed. After spending my time on a hospital bed, although comfortable, his bed is my new favourite place.

Something about having him near me when I sleep makes me feel protected. Makes me feel safe. I like it. The assurance and warmth it gives me. I love my man.

“Well, this seemed like an eventful night.” I say to him. Every bone in my body is fatigued. I need good rest.

“Mhm. It would’ve been better if we were here hours earlier.” Killian mutters, still setting the duvet all over.

“What? The flight took too long?” I ask, completely puzzled. If anything, would’ve hoped we arrived later so I could get good sleep but that got me a year’s supply of his money on my meals so I’m not complaining. Not having to spend a dime on food means everything. I can finally use my money, well, technically my parent’s, to buy other stuff. Other things I love.

Killian mumbles something. I didn’t hear it.

“What’d you say?” I ask.

He pauses what he’s doing and stands upright to look at me. A sigh leaves his mouth. I’m staring right at him, waiting for a response.

“It’s nothing.” Killian says, climbing on the bed. He crawls up to me. His hand supports his weight on the bed and the other cups my jaw. “I just would’ve preferred having you all to myself.” He closes in on me to kiss me, a short kiss.

I see what this is. It’s about his brother.

“I thought you wanted me to meet your brother?” I ask, my tone as low as a whisper. When he kissed me, I nearly lost my ability to speak. It’s strange how someone can literally take your voice away.

“I did.” Killian breath. His mouth envelopes mine again, this time, I feel his body touch mine and his breath hard on my skin. Killian pushes his head back a little. “I still do.” His tongue dives into my slightly ajar mouth, tasting all of me, making me drown at the dominance exerted by his tongue. He takes his mouth off mine for a split second and this gives me time to breathe. “I just would rather,” Killian towers over me, I feel my thighs trapped between his legs on the bed as he devours my mouth. My head is tilted up slightly, following his rhythm. “We don’t talk about him right now.” He groans against me, nibbling my lower lip before taking my mouth in his again.

This is when it begins. The battle of the heat consuming us, making us act on the impulse of our desire. I can barely move due to his body on me and my injured arm but Killian makes me know I don’t need to. He has me right where he wants me, under his control and I would be lying if I say I don’t enjoy it.

“Killian,” I breath, moaning in his mouth. The last ability to think is leaving my very being. “I-“ my breath hitches. I feel his ham run up my body through my flimsy pyjama’s shirt.

“Yes?” Killian’s tone trails off as husky, a deep, lustful tone.

A moan escape my lips as I find the words I want to say when something makes my soul leave my body. It is a knock.

Oh my days, my heart is beating nauseatingly fast in my rib cage like someone who was caught doing something wrong.

I hear an annoyed scoff leave Killian’s lips as he takes his hands off me. “Next time, remind me to change the locks of every door in my home when I travel for a long time.” He murmurs, getting off the bed.

I know those words weren’t directed at me and it did not take me long to know who was at the door. Who else would have the courage to knock at Killian’s door but his brother? I bite my lip wet with his saliva, watching him open the door.

Liam was not what I expected but at the same time, he surpassed everything I expected. Body wise. I never picture men with bodies since I met Killian but I do try to add a face to my imagination and it never ends well.

Liam isn’t crude or arrogant like I thought he would be and I’m glad. It’s warming knowing he’s not but it’s also funny seeing the bond these two share in person. Sometimes, in my and Killian’s conversations, Liam was mentioned. The younger brother Killian would do anything for. To me, he doesn’t seem much like a younger brother at all. He looks twice my age, not old, just mature and a man.

The thought of me being alone in a house with two men, both three times my size suddenly dawns hard on me but unlike how it usually would, I don’t feel pressured by the thought because as I stated earlier, I feel secure with Killian. He would never hurt me, that much I’m aware of.

The door comes shut. This makes my eyes wander across the room as he makes his way to his closet to drop something before coming back to the bed. Killian runs his hand on my face before placing his lips on my forehead.

“Let’s get some sleep. You must be tired, kitten.”

That’s it? We were in the middle of a heated moment before the interruption, part of me thought we’d go back into teeth clanging but I guess I was wrong. To be fair, seeing a brother mid making out sure would suck the fun out of it.

I nod. “Sure.” I lay down. A hand wraps around my waist and drags me backwards. Killian’s body warmth visits me from behind. I find myself sinking into his body as he puts his legs over me, pulling me into a cuddle. My cheeks burn immediately.

I can hear his heart beat. I can feel his face at the back of my neck. The soft kiss he places there sends shivers down my spine. “Goodnight angel.” Killian murmurs into my skin.

It takes this little to charm me. I’m genuinely stunned by how cheap I am.

“Goodnight.” I say back. With him breathing down my neck, literally, I won’t sleep for a long while but I might as well enjoy the feel of his body on mine while I’m at it.

A yawn slid out my lips. I guess I’ll retire way quicker than I thought.

A thought plagues my mind. I let out a sigh. I guess tomorrow is the day we get back to our pretentious lives. I hate having to keep us a secret. I don’t want to anymore.