Naughty November

Chapter 8

EIGHT

KIERAN

A smile crossed my lips at the sight of Iggy sitting in the bay window, staring out into the morning. His bathroom door was open, and the scent of his lavender body wash lingered in the air. The two sections of the robe fell on either side of his legs, revealing beautiful golden skin glistening under the daylight.

My god, he’s stunning.

The large bedroom reflected Iggy’s unique personality. The walls were painted a soothing shade of pale blue and were adorned with posters of famous thinkers and inspirational quotes. Against one wall stood a sturdy, wooden bookcase, packed with various books ranging from textbooks to novels, each meticulously organized by author names with the spines sticking out.

Near the bay window, he’d placed a small desk on which notebooks and pens lay next to the sleek silver laptop I’d bought him for his last birthday. Above the desk, a corkboard displayed a collage of photographs, mostly of us, ticket stubs, and mementos from our time living together.

What truly stood out were the meticulously arranged display cases mounted on the opposite wall. Inside these glass-fronted cases were dozens of buttons, each one unique. Some were vintage, others modern, but all carefully pinned and categorized by era. The collection added a burst of color and individuality to the room.

A plush, navy-blue comforter covered his neatly made bed, with a few throw pillows scattered across it. He had way too many throw pillows, but I couldn’t complain, since I’d bought half of them.

“Kee.” He spun around and climbed to his feet. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

I walked over to him, and he tilted his lips. This wasn’t a part of our deal, yet kissing him was as familiar as breathing. He parted his lips, and I took full advantage to deepen the kiss by filling his mouth with my tongue.

There they are—the little moans I love.

I stepped back before things got out of hand. “Sorry for making you wait.”

“It’s okay. I’ll still get to campus on time. Why did you tell me not to get dressed yet?”

I showed him the butt plug in my hand. “My gift.”

“Umm, okay. Do you want me to put it in?”

“I want to do it. Get on your knees on the bed.”

Iggy did what I said. He always did. I raised his robe over that beautiful ass and settled the material onto his back. Working on his ass all week had been worth it. I leaned forward and licked up his taint, then flicked my tongue inside him. Goose pimples dotted his flesh.

“Oh,” he gasped. “Kieran, I love it when you do that.”

Of course he did. I gripped handfuls of his cheeks and spread him wider, then reached beneath him. I stroked his cock, jacking him off until his hole tightened around my tongue, and he was crying out my name and coming on the expensive sheets.

He fell to the bed. Smiling, I lubed up the butt plug and slowly pressed it inside him. It wasn’t big enough to be uncomfortable, but he would enjoy it more later if I didn’t give his hole a chance to relax.

“How is that? Does it hurt?”

“No. It fits.”

I helped him to his feet. “Then wear it for as long as you can bear it today. If you need a break, you can take it out but put it back in, okay?”

He nodded. “I’m sorry I forgot about the button society meeting later.”

“It’s okay. I don’t mind waiting another hour or so for you to get home.” I stroked his cheek. He still seemed upset he’d forgotten about his meeting. “There’s no rush. Haven’t you learned anything about patience from this week?”

Although he smiled, it didn’t quite reach his eyes. What was up with him? In fact, since yesterday I’d noticed an undercurrent I couldn’t put my finger on. I’d chalked it down to him being nervous about tonight, but what if I was wrong?

“I should get dressed for classes.”

I dropped my hands. “All right.”

I’d ensured I had the day off from filming to get everything prepared for my night with Iggy. A nice, expensive bottle of wine in case he needed to relax a bit, dinner we could delve into if we felt for it after, chocolate cake, candles, and violet-colored chrysanthemums, his favorite flower.

The last task on my list was picking up my gift for him. I had it all planned. After making love to him, I would hand him the gift and tell him how I felt about him. What could go wrong?

I was at a stoplight when I received a text message. Someone had sent me a photo. I quickly opened the message, and my heart fell. The message was from Milo. Iggy was draped provocatively on his couch in a short green robe, loosely knotted to show a hint of lace.

Nononono.

A horn blasted behind me. The light had changed. I pressed on the gas while instructing Siri to call Milo.

“Hey, Ki?—”

“You son of a bitch!”

“Now wait?—”

“Imma fucking kill you if you touch him, Milo! ”

“Will you calm the fuck down? If you listen to what I’m saying?—”

“No, you listen to me, asshole. He’s off-limits. When I said that, I fucking meant it.”

“Why? Because you secretly want him for yourself.”

“Yes!” I shouted. “Yes, you’re right. I want him all for myself. I love him, dammit.”

Silence filled the other end of the line.

“Kieran?”

Iggy. He sounded so hesitant. Was I too late?

“Baby, are you okay? Did he touch you? I’m on my way.”

“Do you mean it?” he asked.

“What?”

“You just said you loved me. Do you mean it?”

“Of course I do. All I’ve ever done was try to do right by you because I love you so damn much.”

“Oh, Kieran, I love you too.”

“You do?”

“Yes, I’ve always loved you.”

“I’m confused, Iggy. You love me, but you’re having sex with that fucker?”

Someone cleared their throat, too deep for it to be Iggy. “Is that any way to talk to me after I just knocked your heads together to admit how you feel about each other? Hmm?”

“How did he even get there? Put Iggy back on the line.”

“I told him to get dressed. He showed up on my doorstep, asking me to take his virginity because he didn’t think you were really into him and just wanted to help him enjoy his first time.”

“Where on earth would he get that idea?”

“Do you have a rearview mirror?”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“Look into it.”

I glanced into the rearview mirror. “Quit fucking around, Milo. There’s no one…”

I looked again. Someone was staring back at me. Me. Shit. How could I have fucked this up so badly?

“I didn’t touch him mostly because I intend to keep all my teeth,” Milo said. “But I admit I was tempted. Still am. If you aren’t here in half an hour, don’t blame me for what might happen.”

The son of a bitch hung up with a laugh. I gunned the engine and made it to his apartment building in ten minutes. When the door buzzed open, I raced to his apartment. Milo was nowhere in sight, but a timid-looking Iggy, chewing on his nails, stood in the doorway.

“I’m sorry. I messed up everything. Will you forgive me?”

“Oh, baby.” I held out my arms, and Iggy ran into them. I swept him off his feet in a big kiss. “There’s nothing to forgive. I should have said something earlier. If our parents weren’t married, I would have much sooner, but I do love you.”

“I love you too.”

I placed my forehead on his, and we smiled. Damn, it felt good to admit it. “Where’s Milo?”

“He left. Said he didn’t want to be here when you arrived. Something about your temper when it comes to me.”

“What temper? All I wanted to do was tell him to keep his hands off what’s mine.” I pecked his lips. “And to thank him.”