Brent
That day, Brent only had a few appointments, so he was able to leave work after 3:30 or so. Usually, he would go straight to the Soul Catchers compound to work on MC business, but today he felt the need to go straight home first. He had to tell Kira about the club, as soon as possible. If I don’t do it today, I’ll never do it, he thought as he sped on the highway towards his house. I have to tell her. I have to.
He parked his bike and ran up the sidewalk, getting into the house as quickly as possible. He turned the corner, expecting to find Kira in the kitchen like she usually was when he came home, but before he could walk any further, he felt a hand on his back, stilling him immediately. Brent turned around to find Kira, her face stained with tears.
“Fuck. What is it? What’s wrong?” Brent asked. He stepped forward to cradle Kira’s face with his hands. He didn’t have time to wonder what the hell he was doing or to freak out about crossing some unspoken boundary with his employee. She was in pain. That was all that mattered at the moment.
“It’s—it’s nothing, it’s stupid,” Kira said, sniffling a little. “I just can’t stop crying,” she added with a laugh, waving at her face as if to provide evidence.
“What happened?” Brent asked.
“It’s Larry,” Kira said. “My ex. I called him to ask what happened with Lucian, you know, because of the bruises and the nightmare that he wouldn’t talk about. And he suggested that it’s because of me, not him, because of the new living situation, all of us living here together. He said he could get custody if he wanted to, basically.” Kira wiped her face with the back of her hand, blinking several times to keep the unshed tears from falling onto her face.
“He can’t just do that, though,” Brent said, even though he honestly wasn’t sure whether that was true or not. He tried to sound as confident as possible for Kira’s sake, even if he didn’t know the first thing about custody law.
“Maybe, maybe not,” Kira said. She wiped her nose on her sleeve. “He’s a cop, remember? And he’s got a lot of big friends, powerful people in political positions. He could hurt me if he wanted to.” She paused and shook her head at herself, sighing deeply and running her hands through her hair. “I don’t know why I’m crying now. I talked to him hours ago, in the morning, but I guess it just hit me now, you know? With both of the boys gone, it could be like this. My life could be like this every day without Lucian.” She shut her eyes and inhaled deeply, clearly fighting with herself to keep from crying even more.
Brent stepped closer and pressed his forehead against Kira’s. “Kira, open your eyes. Look at me.” After a few seconds of hesitation, she complied, her teary eyes staring directly into his. “It’s going to be okay. I promise.”
“You can’t promise that,” Kira said, sniffling a little. Brent half expected her to yank herself out of his grasp, but she remained in place, even leaning a little bit into Brent’s touch.
“Watch me,” Brent said, smiling a little to encourage her. “Listen, I might just be crazy, but I’m telling you that I won’t let him take Lucian from you. I won’t let it happen.”
“He’s got a lot of power. I don’t know what he could really do if he decided to use it,” Kira said. A few more tears slid down her cheek.
Brent brushed her tears out of the way with his thumb, leaning down to kiss the place where they fell. Kira trembled underneath his touch. “I won’t let him,” he swore in a low whisper, letting his lips skim over Kira’s cheek, down her chin, and up the other side of her face. “I know you don’t know this about me, but I have a lot of power, too. And I swear I will use every ounce of it to make sure that Lucian stays with us.”
Us. His heart stuttered in his chest as soon as the last word left his mouth, but he made no move to take it back, letting it hang like fog in the air. Kira looked up at him with wide, fearful eyes, but he thought he could detect a little glimmer of hope in there, too. She was so fucking beautiful, even when she was totally wrecked like this—maybe even especially when she was like this, bereft of all masks and carefully maintained emotional walls. Brent just couldn’t help himself. He knew it was the wrong time for it, but he leaned in to kiss her again, softly brushing their lips together, tasting the salt of her tears against his tongue.
It took her a second to respond, but when she did, it was with more force than Brent ever could have anticipated. Kira grabbed the back of his head, tangling her hands into his hair and guiding him forward until they both fell back onto the couch, their legs wrapping around each other instinctively. “Kira, wait—” Brent tried to say in between frantic, feverish kisses, but Kira cut him off with her tongue, licking so deeply into his mouth that he thought he was breathing her in, taking her into his lungs.
“I can’t wait, okay? Not right now. I need you,” Kira whispered into his mouth. She grabbed his face before he could get a chance to respond.
Brent was tempted to throw her off entirely, to tell her that she wasn’t in the right state of mind and that he couldn’t take advantage of her like this. But Kira had never seemed more in control of her body, at least not since Brent had gotten to know her. She seemed to have unlocked some hidden strength in her muscles, suddenly capable of pinning Brent down, forcing him further into the couch cushion beneath him, utterly helpless to her touch.
Brent decided to give in, kissing her back as hard as she evidently wanted, letting her bite down forcefully on his lips. Kira licked at him like she was trying to consume all of him, like she was starving for him. Despite everything, he couldn’t help but feel elated. His head swam with a thousand emotions, all of them joyful, as Kira clutched at him, pulling him tighter against her body.
“I need this,” she whispered into his mouth again, biting and licking and sucking until Brent whimpered and bit back at her, turning the tables so that she was pressed down onto the couch under his weight instead. “Yes,” Kira sighed out in response. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. “Yes, please.”
Brent pulled back a little to stare in Kira’s eyes, searching for any sign of doubt or hesitation or fear. He didn’t find any, so he decided to push ahead, but first, he rubbed his hand along the side of her face, willing any tension he found there to dissipate. It wasn’t one hundred percent effective, exactly, but she shut her eyes and breathed more steadily, opening her mouth in silent invitation for Brent to kiss her again. She wants this, he thought as he found the hem of her shirt, pushing it up so he could rub at her stomach. She needs this. And I do, too.
This time, Brent couldn’t bear to drag things out, even though in the back of his mind he knew he would love to tease her as thoroughly as she’d teased him the night before. But no, right now she needed to be comforted, to be held, to be reassured that everything was going to be okay. Brent gently kissed her neck, dropping soft kisses along her shoulders and the tops of her arms before sinking lower, carefully removing her shirt so he could kiss in between her breasts. “Yes, please, yes,” Kira whispered above him, running her fingers through his hair again and again.
Brent ran his tongue from Kira’s breasts over her stomach down to her hips, mouthing over the luscious hills of her body until she whined in impatience, wordlessly telling him to hurry up. He got out of his own shirt and pants, leaving himself naked, before he undid Kira’s pants, tugging them along with her panties down to the floor. “Smell so good,” he murmured as he sank down to her crotch, licking the outside of her leaking lips, swallowing around the sweet/bitter flavor of her wetness.
“Thank you,” Kira whispered, so softly that Brent could barely hear her over the sound of his own heart and the deep, ragged noise of Kira’s breathing. He rubbed his hands up and down the sides of her body several times, massaging the sides of her ribcage until she began to breathe more slowly and deeply. Brent could feel her heart thunder against her skin, but he wasn’t sure if it was out of fear or lust. I’ll just have to make sure that it’s the latter, he thought to himself as he began to press light, teasing kisses on the outside of her lower lips, using the tips of his fingers to spread her wetness up from her hole to the area around her clit.
“Oh, fuck,” Kira murmured. She angled her hips upward so that Brent’s tongue brushed up against her hole. “Jesus, your mouth is so fucking sweet.”
Brent smiled against her pussy, kissing the tiny little birthmark right above her clit. He’d never noticed it before, but he decided now that he loved it. He wanted to kiss it more often, every day if she’d let him. He licked circles around it, letting his tongue wander down to her clit, gently pushing it up and down and side to side while his fingertips danced along the edge of her hole, making her moan brokenly.
“Taste so good,” he murmured, more to himself than to Kira, but if the sound of her laughter the next moment was anything to go by, she heard him and appreciated the sentiment. Slowly, carefully, he stuck the tip of his finger inside of her hole, pressing down harder on her clit with his tongue to distract her from any discomfort she might feel, even though he knew she was strong enough to take much more than just his finger.
“Ugh, yes,” Kira moaned out. Her hips rocked forward, her natural lubrication rubbing up against Brent’s face, getting his whole mouth wet as he licked at her. “Suck me?” she asked a few moments later. Brent looked up through his eyelashes to see Kira’s desperate, reddened face, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction at the desire that he spotted hiding in her eyes like a predator among the trees of a forest. I know you, baby, he said silently, smiling to himself as he dragged his tongue along the full length of her vulva. I know you’re a wolf in sheep’s clothing, and I fucking love it.
“Please,” Kira whined out, jerking her hips forward a little more, thrusting against his mouth. “Suck me.”
Her voice was sweet, so cutely pathetic, that he just had to comply. Brent carefully took her left lip between his teeth and began to suck, moving his tongue around the sensitive flesh. She arched her spine and groan out brokenly, her voice echoing in the silence of the empty house around them. “Yes, yes, yes, baby, yes,” she called out, rubbing over the back of his head and grabbing the back of his neck.
Brent slipped his finger in deeper into Kira’s hole, smiling against her clit when she gasped above him. He licked her open with more force, tasting more of her against his tongue, swallowing around her, desperate to take some part of her inside of him. He needed some reminder, some souvenir to carry around with him, to prove that this was real. They weren’t just fucking this time. They were making love, and for some reason Brent didn’t even feel scared. Maybe that was the truly terrifying thing about it, how easy and simple it felt, like they were born to do this, like they were put on this earth just so they could have sweet, soft, slow sex.
Kira’s nails found Brent’s back, retracing the marks from the night before, when she’d dug in just a little too deep. Brent welcomed the pain. He wanted her to sink into him, to use him as a life raft when the sensations between her legs became too much to bear. “Ugh, fuck,” she groaned as he latched his lips around her clit, sucking softly and then gradually harder and harder, feeling her heartbeat in his mouth.
“Deeper, please, give it to me deeper,” she grunted after a few moments. Brent immediately gave her what she wanted, sticking his whole finger inside of her, moving it in careful circles until he found the right spot, the right angle that made her squirm around and then seize like she was being given electric shocks. “Shit, shit, shit, there, there, please, there,” she rambled, her head tossing from one side of the couch to the other as she gasped for air.
Brent didn’t wait very long before he slipped another finger inside Kira. She panted heavily and clutched harder at Brent’s shoulders, tugging him in deeper, encouraging him to keep sucking at her clit with more and more force. “Mm, please,” Kira called out. Her eyes screwed shut and her eyebrows furrowed together as Brent applied more pressure on her cunt with his fingers and his mouth.
“What do you want?” Brent whispered. His lips brushed up against her clit teasingly while he thrust his fingers shallowly in and out of Kira’s cunt.
Kira’s breathing became more ragged, sweat rolling down the front of her body as she jerked her hips up and down, rolling along to the rhythm Brent had set with his fingers. “I—I, ohhh,” she moaned. She signed deeply and brushing some of the hair away from her sweaty face.
“What do you want, baby?” Brent repeated. His tongue swept from the bottom of her pussy all the way to the top of her clit, then traveled back down again. Kira shivered and shook in response.
“I want you,” Kira began, huffing out her breath like it was taking every ounce of energy in her body to force out the words, “to fuck me. Please.”
Brent grinned and began biting his way up Kira’s body, starting with the junction of her thighs and sliding his way up her pussy, to her stomach, up towards her deliciously heaving breasts. “Please,” Kira added in a high-pitched whine, sighing so pathetically that Brent’s heart hurt a little bit.
He leaned up until he was hovering over Kira’s mouth, waiting for her to open her eyes and look at him again before he finally spoke. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to take care of you,” he whispered. Then he leaned in and brushed his lips over hers, gently pressing with his tongue until she granted him entry. He wanted her to taste herself, to enjoy the complexity of her own flavors. When he pulled back to stare down into her eyes, he saw Kira flush bashfully and avert her eyes, her eyelashes batting against her smooth skin as she avoided looking directly at Brent.
“Thank you…” Kira finally whispered. She swallowed heavily as she wrapped an arm around Brent’s shoulders, pulling him in so she could kiss him again. “So fucking sweet,” she muttered into his mouth. She tugged gently but firmly at his bottom lip and nibbled at him.
The kiss soon became deeper, the two of them clawing at each other’s backs as they sucked on each other’s tongues and buried their faces into each other’s shoulders to bite at the other’s sensitive neck. Kira’s hands drifted down Brent’s back and scratched at his spinal column before digging her nails into his ass. He groaned out into the hollow of her neck, dragging his teeth along her throat, and she dug into him even harder in response. He felt like he was being torn apart, his body’s energy converted into a tool for Kira to use, but he didn’t mind. He wanted her to grab at him even harder, pull him this way and that. He wanted her to do exactly what she wanted to do, without hesitation or worry that it was the “wrong” thing to do. Brent could tell there was a beast lurking beneath Kira’s skin, a monstrously hungry thing that needed to tear into him with her teeth and nails and dripping cunt, and he wanted to see more of it. He wanted her to completely relax, to let all of her guards down and show herself to him, fully, freely, without a single drop of shame. Despite everything—despite the fear that clutched at Brent’s heart, the worry that neither of them were ready for this, the hesitation that they could be messing up a good thing by turning a fuck session into something more—Brent still wanted to get to know Kira, to meet the real her hiding behind the façade she’d created to survive as a single mother. I want to fucking know you, he thought as he licked at her throat, sliding his teeth along the sensitive patch of skin right behind her earlobe. I want you to surrender to me, to give up everything, to show me the real you. I fucking want you.
But he had a feeling that to spring open the locks around her heart and mind, he’d have to dominate her body first, more thoroughly than ever before. Brent gripped the back of Kira’s head, keeping in her place by her hair while he worked at her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a trail of deep purple parks all the way from her collarbone to her ear. “So fucking beautiful,” Brent murmured into her ear, grinning at the pleading noises that kept leaving Kira’s mouth as he nibbled on the top of her ear.
“Fucking give it to me,” Kira grunted out. She lifted her hips and knocked into Brent’s cock as she wrapped her legs around his waist to encourage him to fuck her.
“Ooh, impatient, are we?” Brent teased her. He dropped soft, soothing kisses along the side of her head, traveling down to her forehead to finally kiss between her eyes. “I’m going to be real nice to you tonight,” Brent said. He pulled back a little so he could kiss her chin and the top of her chest, watching as Kira sunk deeper into the couch cushion beneath them as relaxation swept over her, the tension in her muscles easing as Brent caressed her skin.
“Please,” Kira whimpered. She leaned up to kiss Brent’s mouth so deeply that he lost his breath for a few moments until she pulled back away from him. “Please, I need you. I need you, Brent.” Her eyes slid shut again as she sighed raggedly, pulling on Brent with her legs until his cock brushed up against her lower stomach. She sounded so sincerely exhausted, so raw and open, her whole body responding to his touches so intensely that it was like all of her nerve endings were fully alert. She looked so vulnerable, her brows still furrowed up, as tiny soft moans left her throat. Brent wanted to tease her, to drive her to the point of near insanity the way she had done to him, but he just couldn’t bring himself to hold back anymore—not when she needed him so badly, when she was so brave as to honestly confess that she needed him. He had to reward her courage. He had to give her what she wanted.
“All right, baby,” he whispered. He kised the top of her head before pulling back entirely, ignoring her weak protest as he leaned down to grab a condom out of his pants pocket. “I’m coming, I swear, I’m coming, darling,” he murmured as he unwrapped the condom and rolled it down the length of his dick. He pressed his cock up against her entrance but held himself back from pushing inside right away. He wanted her to have a chance to get ready for him or to pull back entirely if she had second thoughts. But instead she wrapped her legs more tightly around his waist, urging him closer while her two hands reached out to grab his face, forcing him to look at her as the very tip of his cock slipped inside of her.
“Oh, oh, shit,” Kira whispered. She licked her lips and let her eyes roll back into her head as Brent pushed inside a little deeper. “Yeah, baby, that’s good. That’s fucking good. I like that.”
Brent smiled and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. Then he braced his weight by pressing both of his arms down deep into the couch cushion on either side of Kira’s head. “Ugh, you’re just pulling me in, aren’t you, baby?” he grunted as he felt his cock slip inside a little deeper. Kira’s cunt clenched the throbbing head of his dick. “So nice and tight. So warm and wet for me.”
“Yeah, just for you, all for you,” Kira whispered. She dragged her nails down the skin of Brent’s back again, making his spine arch almost painfully as pain mixed with pleasure, his hips moving forward of their own accord to sink more of his cock into Kira’s body. “Yes, ugh, mmf, fuck,” Kira muttered. She leaned up to kiss and bite and suck at the side of Brent’s throat while her hands wandered down to his ass, pressing on him to encourage him even deeper inside of her. Brent could feel her hole quivering around him, tightening her internal grip even more as he sank all the way in, pressing up against her innermost walls. Brent gasped for air as he bore down inside of her, feeling like all of the life and energy inside of him was being slowly squeezed out of his body through his cock, but he didn’t care. It was almost scary, feeling overwhelmed by a sea of sensations that washed over him in a barrage of powerful waves, rocking him to his core. But he wanted it too much to stop. His lungs almost burned with the effort it took to power his body as he began thrusting in and out, careful not to come too quickly even though the temptation to let loose into Kira’s body was almost irresistible.
“Yes, ugh, yes,” Kira murmured into his neck. Her hot breath on his ear, the tickling sensation of her lips against his sensitive skin, made it hard for Brent not to squirm. Focusing on his mission to make Kira fall apart as fast as he was, he adjusted the angle of his hips so that he pressed up against a new spot inside of her. In response, her spine stiffened and her fists pounded against his shoulders. “Oh, fuck!” she cried out, convulsing a little before she wrapped her arms tighter around Brent’s chest, hugging close to him as he fucked in and out of her tight hole. “Jesus Christ.”
“Good?” Brent asked, checking in. He didn’t want to attack her body like this unless she wanted to be overwhelmed, but one look into her eyes told him all that he needed to know. Her gaze was burning with desire, her mouth open in an almost feral growl as she thrust her hips up to meet Brent’s rocking motions, encouraging him to fuck her harder.
“So fucking good,” she murmured. Brent sped up. His cock slid in and out more smoothly as she became wetter and wetter around him. “Ugh, please, baby, please.”
Brent couldn’t keep himself from kissing her, crashing his mouth into hers and breathing her air as he moved even faster. Sweat pooled under his kneecaps and arms as he pushed his body to the limit. He bit down on Kira’s lip, inwardly smiling as she bit back harder, sucking and licking at his lips furiously while his hips kept up a steady rhythm. He could feel Kira’s cunt vibrate around him, the buzz of her flesh practically audible as her moans grew louder and more desperate. Brent felt like he could sense everything that Kira was feeling. The warmth of their bodies wrapped around them like a cocoon, trapping them inside the sensations that were steadily overtaking their minds, obliterating all other thoughts until they were both entirely focused on the spreading heat between their legs, the wonderful tangle of pleasure that just kept getting bigger and bigger and brighter and brighter as Brent pushed himself deeper into Kira’s body.
“Oh, God, oh, God, oh, fuck, fuck me, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Kira called out, her would-be screams coming out as hissing whispers as she arched her back and forced her hips up into the air, achieving maximum penetration before falling back down again. “Ugh, Jesus. Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh!”
“Yes, give it to me, give it to me, baby,” Brent whispered. He licked along the top of Kira’s earlobe as he panted desperately for breath, chasing his own orgasm. He felt a distinct twinge of pain mixed with pleasure at the base of his stomach, telling him that he didn’t have long before the sensations between his legs would combine into a tremendous explosion that could shatter all of his thoughts into a million pieces. He had to hold onto this moment while he still could, had to treasure it the way it deserved to be treasured. Kira was opening up for him like a flower reaching for the first rays of sun in the morning, like a bruised petal drifting towards the light. He had to commit this moment to memory forever, so that he would never run out of reasons to fight for his life. He’d been so downtrodden lately, so exhausted and devoid of hope. But how could he feel that way when this moment existed? How could he rationalize feeling shitty when he was so lucky as to experience this miracle, feeling Kira give in to him, submitting to his will not because he was more powerful than her but precisely because he’d effectively reassured her that there was no way she could ever lose her own power. He was helping Kira find herself by fucking her within an inch of her life, and he never wanted this moment to end.
“Oh, shit! Fuck, there, right there, shit, shit, fuck!” Kira cried out so loud right into his that his eardrum ached, but he didn’t give a fuck. He would sacrifice everything, give up everything, feel whatever pain was necessary just to allow this moment to continue, to help Kira feel the overwhelming combination of sensations that were so clearly overtaking her.
“Yeah, baby, yeah, baby, give in to it,” Brent whispered, pressing his lips to hers softly even as his hips rocketed forward even harder than before, bearing down hard into her blooming, dripping pussy. “Give in to me. I got you. I got you, baby. You can do this. Just let go.”
“Ahh! Ahh! Fuck!” Kira cried out. Her torso twisted impossibly in on itself as her pussy began to pulse rapidly, vibration after vibration after vibration coursing over Brent’s cock like a sonic boom, like a tornado of pleasure ripping everything up from the ground and slamming it back down into place again.
“Yes, yes, yes!” Brent screamed as he felt Kira’s pussy clench even tighter around him, convulsions driving him over the edge, too. “Oh, fuck!” His hips pushed forward three, four, five more times before coming to a still as his cock pulsed inside of Kira’s cunt, cum shooting out of his cock and into the condom as he remained inside of her, squeezed by her inner walls.
For a long moment, Brent could feel and hear and experience only silence, the kind of empty blankness that wrapped around him and made him feel like he was safe, like everything was truly okay. He collapsed on top of Kira’s body, breathing hard into her neck while trembles coursed down his legs, making his hips twitch forward a little involuntarily as he came down from his amazing orgasm.
“Oh, Jesus, shit, fuck,” Brent murmured. He swallowed hard to compensate for the dryness in his mouth, pressing soft kisses on the side of Kira’s neck as he pulled out of her carefully, trying hard not to hurt her in any way in the aftermath of their intense sex. Brent let his hands travel up and down Kira’s body, his nails dancing along her skin, trying to make her feel as safe and warm and protected as he did in this very moment.
“Yeah,” Kira finally said, apparently agreeing with Brent’s incoherent sentiment. “That was…yeah,” she added, running her fingers through Brent’s sweaty, messy hair. “Thank you.”
“No, thank you,” Brent said, smiling down at her. He brushed some of the random strands of hair that had fallen over her eyes away from her face. “That was really amazing.”
Kira was silent for a minute, and Brent was afraid that he’d crossed a line he shouldn’t have even touched, but then she finally cleared her throat and nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, it really was.” But despite her words, her voice was soft and hesitant, much smaller and meeker than it’d been while she was screaming for him mere minutes earlier. Worry started to prick at his brain. The warm haze of the afterglow faded away as the familiar heaviness of anxiety grew. Oh, fuck, he realized as he leaned off of Kira, detecting a note of worry in her cloudy eyes. I shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have fucking done that.
It wasn’t that Brent regretted it at all. It had been a world-changing experience, feeling Kira be totally vulnerable and trusting underneath him. Brent wasn’t sure if he’d ever had sex like that before in his entire life, where his partner was totally open with him, unafraid of showing that she wanted him badly. But...Brent was sure that Kira would feel the same way once she got some time to think about what she’d just done. Only a day before, she was arguing with him about how they couldn’t do this, suggesting that it was unfair to the kids. Goddammit, Brent, he said to himself. Why do you always have to do the stupid thing, thinking with your heart and not your head?
Maybe he could still fix this, though. Maybe he could convince her that they could really be together. But first he’d have to be honest with her. She needed to know what she was getting into if she chose to be with Brent, rather than just fucking him on the side now and again. He had to tell her the truth about the MC before it was too late. “Kira…” Brent started to say. He cleared his throat and sat up on the couch, staring down at Kira’s beautifully flushed, wrecked body.
“Brent,” Kira said back. She reached up to cup the side of Brent’s face, making his eyes fall shut just from that one gentle gesture alone. “Thank you,” she whispered again, rubbing her fingers softly along the side of his face. She tucked a lock of his wet hair back behind his ear. “Thank you so much.”
Brent was speechless for a minute, so overwhelmed by the emotion he heard in Kira’s voice that he could only nod slowly, keeping his eyes glued on Kira’s perfect breasts, which still heaved as she panted for breath.
But before Brent could get back to what he was planning to say before, Kira moved from underneath him, getting to her feet so quickly that Brent barely had time to register that she’d moved before she struggled into her clothes. “Where are you going?” Brent asked.
“I’ve got to pick the boys up,” Kira explained. She flipped her hair out of her shirt as she tugged her pants back on. “I’ll be back later, though. And then we can…talk.”
“Yeah, okay,” Brent said, wiping some of the sweat off of his forehead as he stumbled to his feet, nakedly following Kira to the front door. “I’ll talk to you later, then.”
“Definitely,” Kira said with a bright smile. She looked so relaxed and free that Brent’s heart stuttered a little bit in his chest just from the sight of her. Brent felt the urge to tell her that she was beautiful, that she was perfect, that her body was exactly the way it needed to be, that nothing about her needed to be changed.
But before he could muster up the courage to actually force those words out of his mouth, let alone the truth about his second occupation, Kira disappeared through the front door, waving goodbye before slamming it shut behind her.
“Shit,” Brent said out loud to himself. He walked back over to the couch and let himself sag into the cushions, which were a little damp from their sex sweat. Brent sighed to himself and let his body sink into the couch, bereft of all the hopeful energy that he’d felt mere minutes before.
I’ll tell her, he said to himself. I have to. Before it’s too late.