Never a Saint (Polished P & P Book 2)

by Lila Rose

  He groaned. “No moving. Sleep.”

  Was he serious? “Are you serious?”

  “Yes.”

  I stilled when I felt his lips on my shoulder and then the back of my neck. There he whispered, “Unless you wanna tell me what you do with that dildo?”

  Fuck no.

  “I could use some sleep,” I said quietly.

  His chuckle swept over the side of my face as he leaned up on one elbow. “That’s what I thought.” He pressed his lips to my jaw. “Now, I like being the big spoon. You good with the little?”

  I nodded, but… holy, holy fuck. He actually wanted to go to sleep. With me in his arms. Of course my dick was going to notice—especially when his dick was still hard and up against my ass. How did he expect me to sleep like this?

  My mind and body were buzzed.

  He lay back down and curled me into him more, sliding his arm under my neck and hooking it gently around my shoulders.

  This was hugging.

  Saint was hugging me like he’d done it a million times.

  He kissed the back of my neck. “Relax.”

  “How?” I said before I could stop myself.

  I felt his smile on my skin. “Sleep’ll come. We just gotta relax.”

  “You’re huggin’ me like I’m your own personal teddy bear, but you’re pressed so tight I can feel everythin’.”

  He laughed. “It’ll go down eventually. Just relax. Tell me what it’s like livin’ with Boom and Wendy.”

  He was good; that was an instant boner killer. Except, as I spoke, his hand over my waist started running up and down my side.

  “You touchin’ me like that won’t help the situation. Even when I’m talkin’ about Boom.”

  His laugh was louder. “Got it.” He slid it back over me. “Let’s get some shut-eye then. But I just wanna say I’m glad you have them in your life. Glad Boom took you in.”

  “Yeah,” I whispered. “So am I.”

  I didn’t think sleep would find me, but it did. I’d have my freak-out another day when it registered that I drifted off in the arms of Zion “Saint” Storey.

  As I stretched, sleep evaporated and awareness locked in. I opened my eyes and looked beside me. The bed was empty. I glanced around the room to make sure what I thought happened had, and when I saw Saint’s things, I relaxed a little. Only a little, though, because I was still in Saint’s house, in his room and bed, after sleeping beside him all night.

  Then I remembered when I woke in the middle of the night. I needed to piss something fierce. Saint had still been at my back. I managed to move out without him waking and went to the bathroom. It wasn’t until I was back in the bedroom that I realized I should have made a dash for it. But then I looked down at Saint. He’d gone to his back when I wasn’t there. The blanket was down at his waist, his body on display for me to look at with the moonlight shining in.

  Christ, he was stunning.

  I didn’t want to run then. I didn’t want to fear the next day and what would happen. So I lay back down. Only I did it facing him, and I even scooted closer, slowly and gently resting my hand on his chest. When his hand covered mine, I froze, but his breath was even. He’d still been asleep, and I closed my eyes, listening to him breathe and found my own slumber.

  Only now was now, and I didn’t know if it’d be best to sneak out the front door since it was right next to Saint’s bedroom.

  I could hear him moving around out there, and my pulse raced on the extreme speed. Scrubbing a hand over my face, I sat up and put my feet to the ground while pulling the blanket off me. Saint had been smart to get up early. His morning chub would have gone down, but mine was tenting my boxers as if ready for action. I stood, stretched again, and then paced the room, waiting and willing my cock to go down. I didn’t need a piss, thank fuck, since it was hard to with a chubby. I thought of everything I could to shrink that fucker, but it was like it knew Saint was in the other room and wanted to show off for him.

  Fuck it.

  I had to get out of here.

  I grabbed my clothes and dressed quickly in case Saint thought of coming back to the room. I snuck to the closed door and opened it a little. He was in the kitchen. From where his door was situated, I could see him clearly at the stove, only wearing jeans. His hips swayed to the gentle music playing in the background.

  Shit, fuck, shit. He was cooking. Obviously making us breakfast. Could I really be a dick and leave? I closed the door and dropped my forehead to it. I couldn’t fucking leave. Not after he’d been… damn sweet and everything the previous day. He took me to the movies for fuck’s sake, plus a bar, and back to his place where we didn’t get off but did something I’d never done with anyone else. We’d cuddled. We’d slept together.

  It’d been nice.

  Sighing, I ran a hand through my hair and then over my face before opening the door. Saint hearing it, turned. His smile was fucking bright.

  “Mornin’,” he called.

  “Hey,” I replied with a chin lift.

  “Get your ass to the table. Breakfast is ready.” He faced me again with two plates in hand and then took in how I was fully dressed. He snorted. “Were you gonna make a run for it?”

  I scoffed and ended up choking. “What? No. I’m just, you know, ready for the day.” I sat, and Saint put a plate full of fucking bacon, eggs, and toast in front of me. He set his plate down and took the chair next to mine. But before he plonked his ass down, his hand gripped the top of my hair, and he gently tugged my head back to have my eyes.

  He smiled. “Mornin’ again,” he said. I didn’t get to reply because his lips brushed against mine quickly, and I was too stunned to do or say anything as he sat in the chair, still smiling, but it’d turned smug.

  What was that?

  “Saint—”

  He shook his head. “Kylo, it’s Zion in here. Zion whenever we’re alone.”

  I widened my eyes. “Will we be alone a lot?” was what came to mind and what just popped out of my damn mouth.

  He chuckled. “If I have anythin’ to do with it, yeah.”

  Right… okay…. Fuck.

  “I don’t get—”

  His hand landed on mine, and I stopped talking to look down at it. “Let’s just eat and we’ll talk about it after. Instead, tell me what shit you like to do in your spare time.”

  He wanted to know what I did in my spare time.

  He seemed like he wanted to know me. I knew I was blocking shit between us because I didn’t want it to register in my heart, but I was pretty sure Saint—Zion—was trying to be closer to me. In a way where we’d only be with each other. At least, I thought he was.

  I wanted to hope, but until we had more time together, until this was a sure thing, I wouldn’t. Even when my heart felt like tiny gorillas were beating at my heart every time he talked or looked my way.

  I pushed more shit back in my mind and focused on the food in front of me while I told him about building up an old Harley I had stored in Boom’s shed. He listened to everything, adding in his own questions.

  Then I admitted another thing I liked to do that no one really knew. “I read sometimes too.”

  “What do you read?” he asked, finishing off his last bite.

  I shrugged. “A bit of this and that.”

  He smirked, leaning back in his seat. “I didn’t see any books in your room that night.”

  Did he have to mention that night? My dick throbbed when my mind jumped right to the scene with naked Saint—Christ, Zion, something I wasn’t sure I’d get used to calling him since it seemed even more personal than having his dick in my mouth.

  I cleared my throat and took a sip of the coffee Sa—Zion got me.

  He leaned forward, his elbows hitting the table. “Wait, you’ve hidden them. Why, Kylo, do you read porn?”

  I just knew my face was heating. Zion laughed. I shook my head. “It’s not porn.”

  “Then what do the ladies call it? Romance?”

 
“Anyway, what do you do in your spare time?” I tried to change the subject.

  He wouldn’t have it, though. “No, no. Let’s get back to the romance stories you read. What’re they about? Men and women? Men and men?”

  “You’re not gonna drop this, are you?”

  “Nope.”

  I sighed. “They’re paranormal stories. All types.”

  “Paranormal? Do you mean like werewolves and vampires?”

  I shrugged. “Yeah. Now can we drop it?”

  “You’ll have to read one to me one night,” he said with a fucking cheeky grin.

  “Not happenin’.”

  “Come on. It’d be fun.”

  “No.”

  “Please?” He pouted like a little kid.

  “Hell to the no, Zion.”

  He sat back. “At least you called me Zion. So I’ll drop it… for now.”

  “Good.” I would have to remember to use his name if I ever needed him to let something go.

  “What’s your plans for the day? Know you got a client tonight, but you doin’ anythin’ today?”

  I shook my head. My pulse picked up from the way he looked at me. He stood, taking my plate and his into the kitchen. He came back with my phone. “Snagged this outta your jeans, heard it vibratin’ this mornin’. Boom.”

  “Shit,” I clipped and took it from him.

  He leaned in and kissed my neck, I stilled. “Check ’em, then come join me in the shower.”

  Did he just ask me to have a shower with him?

  “Kylo,” he said, his tone rougher. He didn’t say anything more until I looked up at him. “Text him back, tell him you’re busy helpin’ me again, which is why you crashed in my spare room.” I nodded. He smiled and ran a hand through my hair before he tugged. “Then I expect you in the shower.” He brushed his lips over mine and walked from the room.

  Holy motherfucking shit.

  Zion wanted me in the shower with him. Naked. My dick was already begging for me to do it.

  Chapter Ten

  Saint

  He didn’t know I’d been awake when he got up in the night. I’d expected him to make a dash for it, but he hadn’t. He’d come back, and I knew he’d been looking at me, trying to decide what to do. When he’d lain back down, leaning into me with his hand on my damn chest, I’d been fucking thrilled by his choice. So much so, I had to reach out to him for it.

  When I’d woke next, with a smile on my face, we were back in the spooning position with me up behind him and my hand tucked between his thighs. My chest inflated, my dick sat snugly between his ass cheeks and jerked, as if telling me he liked where he was. It was then I knew I wanted to do it again and again. I wanted to take him places, spend time with him, and eventually fuck him.

  It was different, knowing he was a guy I was into, but it was more than I’d felt being with a woman. I didn’t get excited about seeing a chick I was with. I didn’t smile when I thought of them. I’d been with women for one thing, and that was to get my dick wet. Their company was okay, but Kylo’s was something more. So yeah, it might be strange me being with a guy, but even in this small amount of time, it meant something more to me than it ever had before.

  That said, Kylo was worth it.

  And I’d do anything I could to make sure this happened between us.

  Christ, I wanted him so damn bad, but I was still going to take it slow—even though I’d asked him to take a shower with me. We could touch, taste, but I wouldn’t be inside him until I knew he was over being freaked out and wanted this with me. For real.

  But all I could think was Kylo Lee was mine. Hell, the way he’d walked out all dressed but with sleepy eyes, had my blood rushing. I wanted to reach out, take him in my arms, and kiss the fuck out of him. It was hard not to. But soon, if he’d come to the bathroom, I would have the opportunity to do just that.

  Turning on the water, I waited for the heat to kick in before adjusting it to the right temp. I removed my jeans and boxers, stepped in, and closed the glass door. I moved under the spray and let it run over my body while scrubbing my hands through my hair.

  By the time I’d washed my hair and body, I was sure Kylo wasn’t going to join me. I had my head tilted back when I heard the glass door opening. Turning, I rubbed the water from my face and thinned my lips in a smile, so I didn’t fucking moan from seeing Kylo standing naked before me.

  His body was only a little smaller than mine but damn fit. His skin was darker, his hair messy from removing his tee. His hands shook, his nerves getting the better of him, or it could be the fact I hadn’t taken my eyes off him.

  I’d felt his dick before, but I’d never seen it. He was thick and at a good length when hard, and hell, he was definitely rocking an erection.

  “Come here,” I ordered gruffly.

  He swallowed, nodded, and no doubt talked to himself about something before he slowly stepped forward.

  Reaching out, I took hold of his wrist and pulled him the rest of the way into me as I stepped back out of the spray of water so I could warm his back with it. I hissed out a breath, and Kylo made a noise when our dicks rubbed against each other. It hadn’t gone down since waking with him in my bed.

  I ran one hand to the back of his neck, the other at the side. He looked at me and licked his lips. Yeah, he fucking wanted this. Wanted me. Wanted a taste.

  “Kiss me,” I demanded.

  When he dropped his hands to my waist, he tipped his chin back slightly and brushed his lips against mine, then pulled back.

  “Not enough,” I stated, and then tugged him back in and took his mouth in a hot and heavy kiss. Our hands gripped and trailed over each other. I’d even taken hold of his ass and tugged him to me, so his hard cock could grind against mine as our tongues tangled and tasted for the first time.

  His head dropped back, and he gulped for breath as I kissed down his neck.

  “Zion,” he whispered, and I rewarded him for using my name by sliding a hand between us and wrapping it around both our erections. He groaned and dropped his head to my shoulder. It didn’t stay there long, though, not when I slid my hand up and down our dicks. He pulled his head up and locked his lips to mine, nipping at my bottom lip.

  Fuck me.

  Just that one nip had my balls drawing up.

  He trailed his mouth down so he could bite my neck, which had me shuddering. He sucked and moaned around my skin.

  “Fuck yeah, Kylo.” I ran my hand faster over both of us. “Feel that. Feel our dicks together, how we’re gettin’ off. Hell, Kylo, I didn’t know it’d be this good.” I kissed his neck. “Didn’t know just havin’ your dick against mine would drive me goddamn crazy. Fuckin’ love it. Your body is made of sin, and I’m wantin’ it more and more.”

  His hands tightened on me. One at my waist, the other at my back, holding me close. He liked me talking, liked hearing my words, and I liked fuckin’ sharing them.

  “Give me your mouth, Kylo. Want to taste you while I’m feelin’ you,” I ordered. He licked all the way up my neck and our mouths clashed. Our lips pressed and moved, our tongues slid and glided over and around each other’s, and I couldn’t get enough of it.

  His body tensed. He whimpered against me, his dick thickening right before he lost his load. I broke the kiss to look down between us and see the end of it, which brought mine charging forward. I gripped the back of Kylo’s neck, tugged him forward to touch my forehead against his as I came over Kylo and the tiled shower floor.

  “Fuck,” I uttered.

  Kylo hummed under his breath. He dropped his head to my shoulder as I released my hold on both of us. I kissed his neck. I fucking loved kissing him. His mouth and mine were made for each other, and I was sure I’d soon have him realizing we’d be good together.

  I ran my hands up and down his back, and he cuddled into me more. “Let’s get cleaned up,” I suggested. He sighed as if he didn’t want to move. I grinned. “What about a ride today? Or we could watch some movies?”

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nbsp; He lifted his head and I saw he was blushing. He was damn sweet. I kissed the side of his mouth and then reached out for the soap, running it over his body. He stood there and watched me, his eyes hooded, his breathing ragged. His dick twitched when I cleaned him, even though he’d just come.

  Gently, I pushed him back under the water fully and scrubbed him free of suds. Tugging him back out, I took the shampoo and squirted some into my hand.

  “Zion,” he whispered. I glanced up at him and could tell this right here was too much. He was feeling it, me taking care of him, me wanting to take care of him. Christ, I’d never done this for another person. Somehow Kylo was different for me. I didn’t know how or why, but I was enjoying it, and I wouldn’t give it up.

  I just hoped he’d accept this—us—eventually. From the way he allowed me to do everything I had, it was a good indication he would.

  As soon as the last of the conditioner ran from his body, I shut off the water. With a last kiss pressed to his shoulder, I moved around him and got out of the shower. I grabbed a towel and handed it to him before I took mine, and we dried ourselves.

  “A ride would be good,” Kylo said as he wrapped the towel around his waist. His gaze wouldn’t quite meet mine. It seemed his emotions or thoughts were overtaking him again. “But I should get back to Boom’s and—” He stopped when I backed him up against the sink.

  “You like me.”

  “I—”

  I shook my head. “You don’t need to say anythin’ to it. I know you do, and that’s not me bein’ cocky, but my eyes have been opened, and I’ve seen the way you enjoy my touch. If you want to go home and get your head together before work, then you can. But just don’t lie to me about you doin’ somethin’ you don’t have planned.”

  He swallowed, his eyes wide, and then he nodded. “Okay… I… shit, I just need to go home to think.”

  I smiled. “All right then, you can have your time, but I want you to know that I like what we have goin’ on.” With that, I closed my eyes and kissed him hard and heavy before stepping back and heading out of the bathroom to my bedroom to get dressed.