Chapter 14: Hidden Heir: Chapter 14

Leon’s determination to find out what happened to my business isn’t exactly unexpected but I need him to focus elsewhere. If he starts digging too deep in search of the truth, I’ll be faced with the very real possibility that he’ll uncover Ant’s involvement in the Irish, and I don’t know how that will end.

“Careful, it’s hot.”

I glance from his dark eyes down to the spoon holding the sauce then open my mouth. At this point, anything I can do to distract him is worthwhile. As he gently slides the spoon between my lips, depositing the fragrant sauce into my mouth, I’m drawn back to his eyes.

Part of me wants him to keep digging, to find out what the Irish did to me. That is, after all, why I originally showed up at his door. I wanted him to do whatever it is dangerous men do about other men who act like that.

As much as coming here was my only choice, I’m increasingly aware that it’s only a temporary solution and I can’t hide here forever. If only⁠—

“Well?” Leon asks as he retracts the spoon.

Suddenly his hand is on my face, tender and warm, and my eyes flutter slightly. He cups my cheek and runs his thumb from the corner of my mouth to the middle swell of my lower lip, where some sauce had gathered. As our eyes lock, he holds my gaze as he slowly feeds the last of the sauce—and his thumb—into my mouth.

I can’t look away. Pursing my lips slightly, I suckle on his thumb and follow his movement when he tries to retract. Like a touch of magic, the air around me changes. The warmth from the stove becomes much more heated in a different way and my heart jumps as Leon’s eyes darken with lust. He presses his thumb a little deeper into my mouth.

“If I didn’t know any better,” he says quietly while lowering the heat on the stove with his other hand, “I’d say you’re trying to seduce me again.”

Again?

“Maybe,” I say while slowly suckling on his thumb then pulling back until it slips free from my mouth.

He caresses my lower lip then moves down to my jaw. For a second, he hesitates, and I wait for him to return to his cooking. Instead, he surges forward and cups the side of my neck with his hand. Our mouths clash together in a heated kiss. The spoon hits the floor somewhere to my left as Leon shoves me up against the counter with a grunt, sending a spark of thrill up my spine. I clutch at his shirt and his hands grasp my waist, holding me in place while his tongue delves deep into my mouth chasing the last of the sauce.

In an instant, my mind is blank. My thoughts are replaced with a heated fog fueling my need for Leon. I don’t care if he stands here kissing me until I’m breathless, or if he throws me down and fucks me on the tiled floor. I just want him here with me chasing away any sensibility.

“Was the sauce really that bad?” Leon murmurs against my lips when we break for air.

“Huh?” I gasp, panting slightly as I look up at him. I can’t restrain the shiver that sweeps through me and he seems to notice by the way his smile turns a little cocky.

“You’re trying to distract me.”

“From your terrible sauce?” I nod slightly. “Maybe.”

“I will have to find something else to satisfy my appetite then,” he says.

Before I can fully register his words, Leon drops to his knees in front of me and grasps my hips with both hands. He keeps me firmly pressed against the counter, kissing my thigh through the soft fabric of my leggings. A heat flares inside me like someone’s lit a flame, the muscles in my core pulling together in anticipation.

“Leon—”

“Yes?” He looks up at me, a hundred questions in his eyes. Suddenly, whatever I considered saying no longer matters so I shake my head and adjust my stance.

Leon accepts this and nuzzles between my legs, kissing a warm path up my inner thigh until he reaches my heated core. For a few seconds, he simply breathes against me and the heat of his breath driving me wild. My inner muscles flex and a coil of pleasure forms just below my navel. Dropping one hand, I slide my fingers into his hair and he turns into the touch as he kisses higher to the waistline of my leggings. With one quick tug he pulls the fabric down, along with my panties, burying his face between my thighs and thrusting his tongue deep into my pussy.

I yelp in surprise, rising onto my tiptoes as if to escape the contact. This allows Leon to shift closer until he’s almost directly beneath me, my pussy resting over his face. He clasps one hand around my thigh, keeping me in place while the other slides around to my ass. He cups one cheek, bringing me closer to him, and I oblige as soft, breathless moans pour from my lips.

His tongue is like magic. At first, every lick and stroke is different and I can’t anticipate where he’s going to be next. He suckles and weaves patterns over my clit, then thrusts his tongue inside with a deep moan that vibrates against me. It sends hot shivers down my arms and legs. I balance with one hand on the counter behind me, the other buried in Leon’s hair, subtly trying to guide his movements, not that he needs any help.

As pleasure builds and my moans grow louder, Leon falls into a rhythm that allows me to focus on my building pleasure. He presses his tongue flat and rolls it against me, suckling on my clit before turning his tongue to a firm point as he licks and strokes along the right side. I’m much more sensitive there, my body’s reactions giving my secret away. As soon as that becomes his focus, I melt.

My head tips back. Each lungful of air is hot and smothering, causing me to pant for more. Every inch of me is alight with flame, my clothing suddenly far too restrictive. I can barely keep my balance, Leon’s shoulders supporting me when one foot slips. I close my eyes and focus on the pleasure building in my pussy, the long strokes of his tongue and the moans that rumble through him each time he buries deeper inside me.

“Fuck,” I gasp, my voice husky. “Leon, you… fuck, this is…” My attempts to tell him just how amazing he is fail. I can’t get enough thoughts together to form a sentence. Pressure swells in my core as my pulse races to new heights. I’m dizzy and hot, completely overwhelmed by how quickly it got to this point, the most delicious sensation in the world.

“Leon!”

I come so hard that my eyes roll back and my legs close tight around Leon’s head. His hair becomes rope in my hand as I tighten and pull through each powerful wave of ecstasy that crashes over me like stormy waves battering stone cliffs. My abdomen clenches tightly, and I lurch forward with a yell, descending into a trembling, panting mess supported only by Leon’s shoulders and hands.

Holy. Shit.

Leon remains buried against my pussy until the last powerful waves of the orgasm have passed. Then he pulls back, sinking his teeth into the inside of my thigh with a growl. It’s painful for a moment, but he soothes the bite quickly with a stroke of his tongue. When our eyes meet, he has the cockiest, proudest look on his face.

“Well, I’ve feasted,” he smirks.

“Oh my god,” I groan, releasing my iron grip on his hair and sliding my hand down to cup his face. “You’re ridiculous.”

His grin widens but before I can say anything else, the door to the kitchen clatters open. I jump away from Leon, tripping over my leggings that are caught around my knees. It’s a fight for balance and even though I’m behind the counter, a burning flush of shame and embarrassment ignites through me.

Leon is slower to react, more calculated in his movements. As I cover myself, I glance over my shoulder to see who disturbed us as Leon slowly climbs to his feet.

“Ant!” I gasp. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I heard some weird as fuck noises in here,” Ant replies.

“We were just⁠—”

“Sauce tasting,” Leon interrupts sharply. “You should knock next time.”

“Before entering the kitchen?” Ant’s eyes narrow. “Fuck that.”

“Ant!” The last thing I need is my brother fucking this up because he can’t keep his damn attitude in check. As he walks forward, I notice he’s unsteady on his feet, his pale skin shining with a sickly sweat. My heart sinks as reality sets back in.

“Ant, what’s the matter with you?” I ask, already knowing the answer.

“I need a fix, Brooke,” he says as he reaches the counter, lowering his head onto it. “I need one now!”