Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 170885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 170885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
“Jesus fucking Christ.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.” His breath fans my lips, a mixture of honey and whiskey from the drink he had earlier with his dad.
Speaking of which…
I jerk him back with immeasurable control. “Cut it out. We’re heading down for dinner with your parents.”
“They can wait a bit more.”
“Not a chance. I don’t want to make a bad impression.”
“Uh, baby. Are you kidding? They’re fucking in love with you. More than that tool Lan for sure.”
“Still don’t want to risk it.”
His lips pull in an evil smirk. “You really love being labeled as the one who tamed the wild Niko by my mom and sisters, don’t you?”
“What can I say? I welcome the expression.”
“You’re so full of shit.”
“Kyle, Jeremy, Gareth, your aunt Reina, and even Kill should be added to the list of people who’ve used that expression.”
“You look proud of that.”
“It’s because I am.” I stroke his hair and speak an inch away from his lips. “I love having a special place in your life. It turns me on.”
“I’m so going to fuck you,” he growls and is about to close the barely existent space between us when a knock comes on his bedroom door.
“Niko?” His dad’s voice filters through. “Are you decent or am I going to be exposed to your shenanigans?”
“Go, Dad. I’m more indecent than a hooker on Satan’s lap!” he yells as I push him away with a scowl and go to open the door while adjusting my erection.
With a few breaths, I manage to feel somewhat normal. I smile at Kyle, who’s in the process of shaking his head.
Ever since I graduated from uni, I’ve been working on my paintings while continuing to live at the penthouse with Nikolai. We were practically living together anyway. Soon after, he brought me to meet his parents for the first time, and I came to a very stunning realization.
Nikolai has the most beautiful relationship with his mum and dad. Rai calls him her little miracle. Kyle is more than just his father. He’s his close friend and his confidant, and I often overhear Nikolai talking to him on the phone whenever he’s in or out of his off phase.
Appearance-wise, Kyle is leaner but has a sharper look in his blue eyes. He’s well-built and often wears designer suits that give him a sophisticated edge.
What I love about him, aside from being raised in the UK and, therefore, having a very British sense of humor, is how much he’s one hundred percent behind all his children. In that department, he reminds me a bit of my dad, who’s definitely Team Nikolai now.
He never really hated him, but after he saved me during that black day, Dad gained an immense sense of respect for my man.
At this point, only Killian is falling behind on the popularity vote in the King household.
“Oh.” Kyle looks at us and releases a breath. “I thought I was intruding.”
“You were.” Nikolai appears beside me, pouting like a child. “Cockblocker of the Year Award goes to the almighty Kyle Hunter.”
“Nikolai.” I elbow him.
Kyle, however, doesn’t seem fazed and even raises an eyebrow. “Seems adequate. Finally some revenge for all the cock-blocking you indulged in during your toddler years.”
“I was literally a toddler. Get over it.”
“And your junior years and preteen years,” he counts on one hand. “Teenage years and uni years…should I keep counting?”
“I can’t believe this!” Nikolai throws his hands in the air. “Hello, Petty Police? I’m reporting my dad.”
“Lock me the fuck up.”
“I might withdraw the charges if you just go away. Fucking now, please.”
I smile at their bickering. They have the most comical relationship I’ve ever witnessed, and they’re just great fun to be around.
“Your mom and sisters are waiting for you for dinner. You’ll have to delay your plans for later.” He looks at me with a soft smile. “I apologize for his unruly behavior.”
“Dad!”
“What? You’ve had him locked in here for hours.”
“More like he’s had me locked up and I didn’t even get my prize,” he mutters like a kicked puppy.
“I’m really okay,” I tell Kyle.
“Hey, Dad.” He nudges him. “Do it.”
“Do what?”
“That thing we talked about.”
I stare between them as Kyle actually rolls his eyes. “Do I have to?”
“Come on, I’ve been asking you for months!”
“Fine.” His eyes meet mine as he exhales. “This is ridiculous.”
My ears prickle and I feel the heat rising to them. “What’s going on?”
“Bran, I need to ask you a very serious question.”
I straighten, all humor disappearing. “Anything.”
“What do you like about my twat of a son?”
“The twat part didn’t need to be there!” Nikolai pushes his dad teasingly.
“I also didn’t need to ask that very silly question when you’re already together.”
“His dad did it. I wanted you to do it as well.”
My chuckle breaks their banter and I clear my throat. “I like that he oozes confidence, too much so sometimes. I like that he’s fiercely loyal, intensely protective, and loves with every fiber of his being. I like that he never fakes his actions or his emotions—what you see is literally what you get. But most of all, I like, no, I love that he loves me.”