by Brenna Lyons
“I don’t have to understand anything,” she shouted. “Just take your damned transfer and good riddance.”
Kyle forced slow even breaths. He’d blown it; she’d never accept him now.
Nick looked from Kyle to Crystal, then settled his gaze on Daniel. “Do you intend to let them work this out?” he asked.
“Oh, hell, yes.” Daniel pushed his daughter at Kyle.
Crystal stumbled, and Kyle caught her, his body reacting to her in his arms though it wasn’t prudent that he do so. She gasped, straightening and pushing at his chest, putting a step between them.
“Go on,” Daniel ordered. “Don’t come back until you find something to agree on.”
“And no storming off in different directions,” Nick added. “Go together and work this out. Until the two of you agree on what I’m going to do next, I don’t want to see either one of you. Got it?”
Kyle fought for clarity. “You’re actually giving me permission?” he asked.
Daniel crossed his arms over his chest. “I’ve already done that. It’s not my permission you need now.”
Crystal turned away. “Then he can forget it.”
Kyle cursed fluently in German and French, then in Gaelic for good measure.
Her father glared at her. “Are you really that fickle?”
She turned to him, seemingly horrified. “Me? He’s the one who—”
“Then stop letting your anger and hurt talk for you, and talk to Kyle in the same terms you talked to me downstairs.”
Crystal blushed. “If you insist, though I don’t see what good it’s going to do.”
“A closed mind is a wonderful thing, isn’t it?” he replied sarcastically.
Nick nodded. “It’s going to take a long time to work this out with that attitude.”
To Kyle’s surprise, Crystal didn’t rise to their bait. She rounded her father and looked back to see if Kyle was following.
He nodded, offering her his hand. She pivoted and marched through the open office door, turning toward the center staircase and the Warriors’ wing.
Kyle followed, his head reeling. Fifteen minutes ago, he’d been well on his way to never seeing Crystal again, devoid of hope and miserable. Well, the only things that had changed in that time were that he had permission to take her as his mate, if she were willing to, and he was being forced into her company. Hopelessness and misery were still his companions.
He’d hurt her and angered her. Kyle hadn’t even realized how serious she was about his interest in her, how aware and eager she’d been. And, now I’ve thrown it all away.
Crystal headed down the stairs to the garage.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“We were ordered to go somewhere and talk this out.”
“And?”
“If we stick around here, we’ll have people listening at keyholes and offering input I don’t want.” She stopped at his truck, pulling the door open. “And it’s not as if I’ll be rushing to your room with you.”
Kyle hardened at the mental image of Crystal in his bed. He strode toward her, needing the connection they’d always shared desperately.
She backed into the truck, her eyes widening as he lifted her onto the seat. “Wh...What are you doing?”
“Finishing what we started earlier.” He planted his hands on either side of her hips and leaned toward her, giving her every chance to stop him.
That moment had been the last straw for Kyle. Crystal had been backed to the wall in the corridor outside the library, laughing at a joke he’d told her. Kyle had found himself a hand-width from her lips, fighting back the urge to kiss her. Forcing his mind to work had been nearly impossible, and walking to his room had been all the time he’d needed to decide that he was going to break some serious sanctions if he didn’t get away from her quickly.
This time, there was no reason to stop...unless she told him to, and there was no more indication that Crystal wanted him to stop than there’d been the last time. Kyle bit back a groan as her eyes closed, her face tipped up to his and off to one side, and their lips met.
His mind fractured, coherent thought scattered in waves of sensation. Her scent and taste had him dizzy and aching.
Her lips parted beneath his, and her arms circled him, her fingers tunneling through his hair. Kyle couldn’t rein in his hunger any longer. He dragged her to his body, muting her gasp in his mouth. Her legs wrapped around his hips.
Kyle stepped back, lifting her off the seat by her grip and his hands under her buttocks. The cab of the truck provided the hard surface he needed to grind himself against her.
Crystal broke off the kiss and looked around, her eyes slumberous, her center hot and damp, even through two layers of blue jeans and whatever lay beneath. She licked her upper lip. “This doesn’t excuse you,” she stated in a slightly slurred voice.
Kyle smiled. “I didn’t think that it would.”
She extricated herself from his hold, sliding onto the seat, smoothing her hair. “Good. Then let’s go.”
“Where do you propose?”
“Far away. Out of the city. Somewhere we won’t run into Warriors.”
“As my lady wishes.” He shut her door and rounded the truck.
“I’m not your lady,” she snapped. The rest was mumbled under her breath, almost inaudible, even to him. “Yet.”
* * * *
Crystal watched Kyle out of the corner of her eye. They’d been driving for almost an hour, and he’d tried to apologize three times...badly.
That annoyed her further. Not that he was so bad at it, but that he wanted to talk. Gods, all she wanted was more of him.
“So, where do you want to go? We’ll run out of fuel...or at least have to ask permission to enter another range, eventually.”
Bed!
Oh, no. You don’t get off the hook that easily.
“How could you walk away without even asking?” she countered. You want to talk? Let’s talk.
His smile disappeared. “Contrary to what you think of me, I don’t want to leave you.”
“Now.” How could he choose to leave her?
“I never wanted to leave you. Hell, if I’d known getting your father’s permission would be this easy, I’d have asked two years ago.”
“Because it wasn’t easy, it wasn’t worth—”
“No! You’re worth everything and more, but...”
Her heart pounded in anticipation. “But?”
“If I’d asked him and been turned down, I’d have been shipped off to the furthest reaches of Hunter.”
“So, you asked to be shipped off? Well, that makes perfect sense,” she offered sarcastically.
“It was a catch twenty-two. To feel comfortable asking your father’s permission, I’d have to approach you first...formally. I’d have to know you wanted me to do it.”
“You were afraid of me?”
“No, but... If I’d asked you and knew you wanted me to ask permission...” He sighed.
“This is one of those Warrior-things, isn’t it?”
He shot her a long-suffering look. “Yes. It is.”
“Go on, then.”
“If I got your hopes up, and your father said ‘no,’ could I live with myself for giving you hope of something I couldn’t provide for you? I never expected... I mean I really never expected him to—”
“I softened him up for you,” she admitted. “Coming from me, he was unlikely to decide against you.”
Kyle nodded. His hands fisted on the steering wheel. “I’ve ruined it, haven’t I?”
Crystal considered that. “If you had, would I have been all over you in the garage?”
He groaned. “Unless you want more of the same, we should change the subject.”
Now, that was the Kyle she wanted. She slid across the seat to him, laying a hand on his thigh. “How far is it to cabin three?”
“Crystal,” he warned, his thigh muscles tensing.
The temptation was too much for her. Crystal trail
ed her fingertips up his inner thigh, her breath catching as he hardened again. She’d felt it in the garage, but she hadn’t realized how mesmerizing watching it happen would be. “Cabin three?” she suggested. As if you aren’t heading for it, at least subconsciously.
Kyle hit the turn signal. “Ten miles.”
She traced the growing bulge, and he snagged her hand, wide-eyed.
“We have permission,” she reminded him.
His grip faltered, then tightened.
“How long have we wanted this?”
“I want more than this, better for your first time.”
“Most people touch in cars before they—”
Kyle pressed her hand to his length, gasping out a curse. Crystal rubbed him, feeling him thicken further, then pulled at the buttons on his jeans. He jerked the wheel to the right and left the pavement, pouring on steam up the dirt track.
He was hard and heavy in her hand, and Crystal felt her breathing going as ragged as his. A trickle of moisture ran down her perineum, and she rubbed her thighs together, needing the friction.
Kyle thrust his hand between her thighs, forcing them apart. “Not by yourself,” he grumbled.
She swiveled her hips, shivering as he touched her. “Only for you,” she gasped. Oh, yes. She’d come for him. If he touched the seam over her crotch once more, even lightly, she’d likely come apart.
“Not at all, until we stop, or we won’t make it to a bed. I refuse to take your maidenhead in the truck or against a tree.”
Humor was all she had left. “Picking out the splinters could be fun.”
His smile returned. “What I intend to do is going to be a lot more fun.”
Crystal nodded, crying out as they hit a bump, and his hand cupped her center.
He didn’t move it. “You are so hot and wet.” His come trailed over her fingers.
“Speaking of wet,” she hinted.
He slammed the truck into park. “Make me come.”
She glanced at the cabin, her heart pounding.
“Here.”
Crystal stared at him in confusion. “What?”
“I intend to take your maidenhead slowly. This isn’t going to be slow. Make me come.” His fingertips traced her seam. “And, I’ll make you come. Then we’ll go inside and do whatever you want to.”
“You promise?” she asked.
Kyle shot her a hungry look. “Make me come, Crystal. See what you do to me.”
“How can I resist?” She looked to his hand pointedly, smiling as he guided it away from her body.
She collected his come on the pad of her thumb and massaged the cleft of his cock with it. Kyle groaned, tipping his hips up.
“I’ve heard men like that,” she mused. “And...” Crystal made circles over the thick veins beneath the head.
He laid his head back, his eyes closing. “Damn right, they do. Tes, that’s good.”
“You’re seeing stars?” she teased.
“Let me touch you, and you’ll see them.”
“You first.”
Kyle wrapped his hand around hers, guiding her, showing her how to bring him over. His hips thrust faster and harder, and Crystal watched in fascination.
As if he’d picked the emotion out of her mind, he played on it. “Watch it, Crystal. The next time will be inside you. Do you want it hard...” He slowed his thrusts. “Or soft?”
“Hard. Most definitely hard.” Her dreams of this certainly hadn’t included slow, soft lovemaking. In them, Kyle hadn’t done anything gently, and she’d loved every moment of it.
Kyle resumed his frantic pace. “Oh, yeah. Like that. Every inch inside you.”
She moaned.
“Are you rubbing those thighs together?”
Her face heated. She hadn’t intended to, but she was.
His hand returned to her, stroking back and forth, then in a concentrated effort against her clit.
“Kyle,” she begged. “I’m going to...”
“Yes. We both are. Watch, Crystal.”
She felt the pumping sensation beneath her fingers a moment before he erupted. A fountain of milky semen followed, coating their hands and dotting his clothing heavily.
And she’d feel that inside her. “Oh, gods,” she breathed. It was going to feel so good.
Kyle peeled her hand away, turning toward her, pressing her semen-coated fingertips to her clit through her jeans. “Show me how to touch you.”
Crystal didn’t question it. There was something inherently wicked about rubbing his come into herself while he watched. She bit her lip, her breathing coming in gasps.
“What is it?” he asked.
“Take me inside.”
“I want you to come first.”
“I want to touch myself, and I want you to see it.”
He opened her jeans, peeling them down her thighs. Her panties followed.
Kyle spread her knees to the extent the fabric allowed, his eyes dilated. “Not here,” he whispered. “I won’t take you here.”
We’ll see about that. Crystal slid her fingers between her thighs, circling her clit slowly. She’d had plenty of practice pleasuring herself and thinking of Kyle, so much so that she’d wondered if freed Warrior daughters shared that portion of the curse.
She separated her outer labia, spreading the drying slick of his fluids inside.
He groaned. “You want my seed inside you that badly?”
“Oh, yeah.”
Kyle turned her toward him, kneeling between her knees so she was all but immobilized from the hips down. He leaned across her, kissing her passionately.
He’s going to do it. I’ve pushed him too far. God’s, but that thought was exciting.
“You want more?” he asked.
Crystal nodded, her body in a riot for him. The expected piercing sensation didn’t materialize. The head of his cock stroked through her parted folds, teasing her. She cried out, begging without words for more.
He moved her hand away, using the silky, come-coated head to explore her, his breathing ragged. “It’s all for you, Crystal.”
The first whispers of her climax made her groan weakly. She closed her eyes.
“Ride it out. I’ll be inside you soon.”
A trickle of warmth ran down her seam.
“More for you,” he informed her. “Gods help me, you’re going to have it all again.”
Crystal opened her eyes in surprise. Judging by the intensity of his expression, she was going to feel precisely that. The knowledge that he was so close sent her over.
Kyle breathed a series of curses, bathing her in waves of come. Crystal screamed in pleasure...then again as he parted her labia and buffeted her sensitive inner tissues.
“Gods, I’m depraved,” he gasped.
She shivered in aftershocks. “Then I’m worse.”
“You don’t know what I want.” He darkened.
“Let’s go inside and find out.”
He pulled back with a growl, backing out of the truck and pulling her after him. Before she’d figured out how she was supposed to walk with her jeans around her calves, she had been tossed over his shoulder, her bare bottom warmed by the afternoon sunshine.
Crystal wiggled against him, feeling exposed. His hand trailed up her thigh, his fingers massaging the slick of come into her. She stilled with a sigh. She’d always known Kyle would feel this wonderful...and he hadn’t even made it inside her yet.
Chapter Forty-six
Kyle forced his mind to function. He’d come damned close to taking her on the truck seat, and the urge to take her over the porch rail was equally intense.
Like what I want to do is so much better? He grimaced at that, at visions from a few movies he’d seen set in the very decadent ancient Rome.
He never would have considered it if Crystal hadn’t been so turned on by having his come on her...and he hadn’t been so aroused by seeing it on her. At least, be honest about it. He loved it, probably because he never thought he’d see it.<
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Taking her maidenhead comes first. We’ve both waited too long for that.
Kyle punched the code into the keypad and kicked the door open, praising whoever decided this was more efficient than two pounds of keys. He shut the door and pressed the lock button, heading for the bed without a word.
Ani help him! He was hard again. With months of fantasies fueling him, Kyle had no doubt that he’d be hard quite a bit in the near future. He laid her on the bed, prepared to enact as many of them as he could in short order.
Crystal started to slide her shirt up. He stopped her, shaking his head. She hesitated, looking at his throbbing cock, then lying back as if she expected him to finish as he nearly had in the truck.
“Not on your life,” he whispered, following her down.
Anticipating his intent, she met him in a hard, hot kiss. If Crystal wanted a crash course in heavy petting, she’d get it in spades, followed by a full education in sex.
Kyle cupped one hand around the back of her neck, rolling to his side and drawing her along without losing her mouth. Free to touch her, he palmed a breast with his opposite hand. The already-taut nipple pressed to him as she arched, and he groaned in the realization that she wasn’t wearing a bra.
The invitation couldn’t have been stated more clearly...at least not while their tongues were dancing against each other. He slid his hand beneath her shirt, fondling her, exploring her body.
Crystal pressed hard against him, pulling at his shoulders in a vain attempt to coax him over...then inside her. She broke off the kiss and started to protest his refusal.
Kyle dragged her shirt up and off, lifting her and latching onto first one and then the other nipple. Visions of her pert breasts coated in milky come had him silently cursing himself a degenerate again.
“Were you planning to take me after you got your father’s permission?” he asked.
“What?” It was a gasp, escaping her lips as he licked at a ready peak.
He laid a lick over the other. “You usually wear a bra.”
“I hoped you’d notice that earlier.”
“This morning?”
“Um...yes.”
“I was too busy looking at your mouth,” he admitted. “If I’d noticed I would have paid one hell of a penalty for breaking the rules of sanction.” I certainly wouldn’t have been able to walk away from her then. Kyle trailed his lips down her stomach, inching her pants further down her calves.
