K I E R O N

Chapter |5| Hot Pasta Date

K I E R O N ' S P. O. V

"And you're sure your sister won't mind?"

"I've already texted her and she's fine with it." In truth, she's angry I hijacked the meeting, thinking I stole Jacob away to interrogate for myself to see if he's fit for the position.

From a personal level, I would hire him in a heartbeat. But I also know what that means.

The possibility of having to kill one of the only people in this world I actually like to talk too. Jacob is a nice guy, a good guy, and although I have graced the cover of GQ's man of year before, deep down I know I'm nothing more than a criminal.

A murderer.

"Is that ink on your face?" We're shoved together within the tiny booth.

Our shoulders smashed against each other whilst the lovely aroma of fresh pizza lingers in the air. I took Jacob to one of my favourite Italian restaurants. A small independent shop a few blocks away from Romano enterprises.

I scrub at my cheek again as though the ink will magically disappear. "f**k sorry I thought it all came off. My nieces were drawing on my face."

"And you let them?"

Shrugging, I reach for my water, suddenly overcome with the heat. "It makes them happy. That's all that I care about, and ink is harmless."

He muses a smile. "My mom used to tell me that I would end with ink poisoning and have to go to hospital if I came home with even a mark."

"Jesus, that's rough."

"She wasn't so bad. I grew up in a nice area in London. My dad was a lawyer, my mom a teacher but naturally I fell in love with real estate."

I raise one of my detailed brows up. "Is this your pitch?"

"What? No!" Jacob seems flustered, almost red in the face, that I take pity on him and slide him a glass. He chugs it, and I watch his Adam's apple throb with each gulp.

Weirdly a turn on, but I don't let him know that. I can't forget why the f**k we're here right now.

"Did you know who I was when I walked in?"

"Not at first, but then I did." I stare at him blankly.

It's difficult to find trust in others when the world is filled with vipers ready to take you down.

"Did you f**k me because you thought it would get you the investment? Further your own agenda?"

"What? f**k no, Kieron I slept with you because I think you're insanely attractive. Also, I had a shitty day and just talking to you already eased some of pain. I didn't want it to end and I don't regret our night together."

"Me either," I admit, heart on my sleeve. Jacob is charming in more ways than one that means my heart leads me instead of my usual head.

It's discomforting, knowing that he holds that kind of power over me and remains oblivious to the fact.

"Now it's my turn to ask questions."

"Hang on, I don't even know if what you're saying is true..."

"Then you have to trust me, and I'm a man of my word, I promise you that. If anything sleeping with you has hindered my ability to secure the investment."

Jacob shifts impossibly closer to me.

His gaze darkens, filled with the kind of intensity reserved for the bedroom. "I'm with you right now, in this booth, just the two of us," He plants his hand on my thigh, dangerously dipping it in.

My entire body jolts upwards, as the waiter arrives with our food. "Ravioli?" I nod pleasantly, trying to focus on the plate of steaming food, instead of Jacob's hand that's squeezing me through my pants.

"Anything else..."

"No. We're good." I answer tensely. f*****g leave. I want to scream out, suppressing a groan that aches at the back of my throat.

The moment she leaves, I turn and clasp his throat with my hand. I squeeze. "What the f**k are you doing?"

He simply smiles at me. "Proving a point, Romano. I like you, I want you and I'm probably screwing my chances of working with your sister but getting so close to you, but guess what, I don't f*****g care."

Each word is like a drug, fuelling my inane attraction towards this man.

I drop my head, letting him breathe properly. "Sorry," I'm so embarrassed I can't even look at him.

Then his hand cups my cheek, forcing my face up. "Hey, I like it rough. Don't worry about it. Now, let me try some of this because it looks a lot better than my boring pizza."

Laughing, I watch as he scoops some of my steaming pasta into his mouth. A splatter of sauce hits his chin, with such temperament, I can't help but reach forward to gently wipe it away.

"Thanks," He mumbles, choking down the pasta. Then he stares at me for a beat, more than I usually allow people to. "You're smile is the second cutest thing I've ever seen."

My lips curl higher. "What am I in contention with?"

"My son." Slowly I retract my hand. The weight of his words settling in.

I notice his sudden apprehension and the fear of rejection. Softly, I sigh, smiling again. "You were waiting to drop that bomb, weren't you?"

"It's not something you tell a one night stand."

I hate that's all we are to each other in this moment. Strangers, barely acquainted. "I'm not angry, and it doesn't put me off if that's what you're scared of. If anything I'm...excited."

Pondering the fact Jacob had a son has just burst open a wide range of doors for us to explore. Sure, I wasn't expecting but aren't all good surprises filled with a little excitement and some nerves.

Jacob grins, taking a bite of his pizza. "Really? You're not at all freaked out. Normally whenever I tell a date I have a son, they offer to pay the bill and then run."

"So this is a date?" I guess I understand how my brother must have felt when Emery called sitting in his car and eating tacos their first date.

For one, I would not be dressed like this. For two, I would have splurged for somewhere a hell of more expensive. And three, we wouldn't be eating at eleven in the morning.

"Well, I class it as one." His smile falters and I feel the urge to do anything to bring it back. "Unless you don't want..."

"No this is a date. Definitely a date, but in that case..." I'm about to do something wild. Something completely uncharacteristic of me that I will take to my f*****g grave.

My attempt to smoothly slink under the table is deterred by my sheer size. I end up whacking my head on the corner, and then a few forks clatter onto the soft carpet.

"What the hell are you doing?" Jacob hisses, as I disappear completely.

Fuck. Well this is uncomfortable.

I'm hunched over, almost bent in two, as I attempt to shuffle closer to Jacob's legs. Be sexy Kieron.

One hand grabs his right ankle, and trails up, dipping towards his inner thigh in the same way he teased me earlier. I lean forward, dragging his zipper down using my teeth.

"Kieron," The table cover flaps up. Harsh light burns my eyes, but I focus on the f*****g prize.

"You're insane, you know that?"

"I'm learning to walk on the wild side, just lean back and enjoy the ride."

"And if someone walks in on us?"

I'm yanking his boxers down, releasing his hard c**k, arousal already bubbling at the head. Leaning forward, I suck on the tip.

"Fuck..." Jacob drawls, head tipping back.

"You need to learn to relax Charming," His body is still taut, rigid at the seams. I pump him a few times, eliciting a few strangled moans.

"Didn't know you had this in you Romano?" Somehow he finds the strength to look down at me. "Had you pegged for a good boy for sure."

"You don't know how f*****g dark I can get Charming." It's a warning if there ever was one, and his smile fades seeing I'm serious.

Here's his chance. Walk away. From me, from the risk, for his own goddamn safety because selfishly, I can't push him away again. I want him as my own.

Dropping one hand on my head, he fists a handful of my hair. "I'm not going anywhere Kieron, and when you come back up here I'll f*****g show you why, but for now I want to watch you choke yourself on my cock."

Then he stuffs himself inside of me. His c**k slamming towards the back of my throat so fast that I almost gag.

Pulling back, I breathe for air, stroking him tightly before attempting to take him again. This time I make it all the way, relaxing my tongue and my mind so he slips deeper into my mouth.

There's a harsh bang above my head, like he's slamming on the table. I grin to myself, reaching down to fondle his balls and suck harder.

Within a minute, he's emptying himself into my mouth and I swallow it down, proving what a good boy I can be. When it suits me.

Climbing back up, I quickly adjust myself, wiping my mouth with a napkin. His taste lingers, morphing into something delicate as I wash it down with some red wine.

"How was tha..." Jacob slams his mouth into mine with violent pace, choking all the air out of me again, that I'm reliant on him for oxygen.

It's soul searching, like he's found something he's always been searching for and doesn't want to abandon. Like he needs me to thrive.

"That's why," He murmurs, mimicking my heavy breathing. "That's why I f*****g need you. Because it's never felt as good as that."

I don't even have the words to express it. Instead, I'm brought to tears, overcome with pleasure and peace that I never normally receive.

Jacob clings onto me, gently rubbing my back as I sob into his neck. I feel his own wet tears grace my skin, and then his hot lips press onto my cheek.

"I want you. Only you. Is that okay?"

Commitment already and we've barley made it through the dinner. I should be freaked out, ready to sprint the other way but instead, I'm invigorated.

"f**k yeah, I could never share you Charming." Then the thought pops back to mind. "I know this will seem strange seeing as though I just gave you best o****m of your damn life," He rolls his eyes, laughing. "But could you tell me more about your son?"

Jacob settles me anxiety with his smile. "Ripley. Ripley Harper. He's amazing, a f*****g ball of energy that never ceases to become tried. Bedtime is...exhausting for me, but I love him more than I ever thought possible to love another human. You need to know that means he will always come first in my life. That won't ever change."

"I know that." I wouldn't have expected anything less.

I've seen how parenthood has changed my sister, causing her to evolve into a more nurturing being yet still retaining that semblance of her old feisty self. Even Tessa, who was already perhaps one of the purest souls I've ever known has changed with the birth of my niece.

"I'm gonna ask you on a date. A second date at my house, because I just got Rip settled here and I don't feel comfortable using a babysitter yet."

I look at him quizzically. "Who's looking after him now?"

"My mother, but she's heading back to England tomorrow." He pauses, making me anxious for whatever comes next. "It would mean you would meet Ripley already, and I know that's a huge giant f*****g step but I trust you. Already, I do and I really want to see you again."

Leaning in, I brush my rough lips against his soft petalled scent, basking in the warmth he shines onto my tainted soul. "I want to see you too. Who cares if we're moving a hundred miles at a time? I f*****g like this speed."

Grinning that charming smile, he cups my face. "Me too,"

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A/N: Okay, I need ship names!!

Also what do you think about their relationship dynamic?