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by Natalie Clarke


  “Awesome. Well your girlfriend is a lucky girl.”

  “Don’t have a girlfriend,” Luke answers without hesitation.

  “Even better.” She offers Luke a wink.

  One corner of Luke’s mouth curves up into a smirk as he eyes her.

  “Real subtle, Gwen,” Aaron shoots across the table, shaking his head, unamused.

  She shrugs, a wide grin stretched across her face.

  The conversations flow between us, although trying to get Aaron to speak is like trying to pull blood out of a stone, he continues to sit, arms folded across his chest. If looks could kill, Kyle would have been dead the second he set foot in the bar.

  Kyle leans in to whisper into my ear. “Do you want to come back with me?”

  He rubs my leg with his thumb, sending shivers through my body. I look up at him. A knowing smirk touches his lips as if he can sense the effect he has on me.

  I bite my bottom lip to suppress a smile and I nod. “Okay.”

  Kyle offers to drop Luke home, but he decides to stay, after we get out of the booth, Luke scoots around the table and takes a seat next to Gwen who shoots me a look, the gleam in her eyes telling me everything. We say our goodbyes and head out of the bar.

  We walk hand in hand towards his car, just as we reach the passenger door, he spins me around and pins me against the car, pressing his hard body against mine, his hands sliding down to my ass, bring me even closer. I can feel his arousal against my stomach.

  “Kyle! Someone might see us,” I yelp.

  “Don’t fucking care,” he moans as his lips collide with mine, the kiss deep and rough. One of his hands grips the back of my neck holding me close to him, the other continuing to palm my ass.

  My mouth opens slightly, and his tongue sweeps inside, tasting me. He lets out a deep groan when I run my hands through his hair, tugging slightly, the beautiful sound sending shockwaves of need through my body. My hands feel their way over his wide shoulders and down to his waist, tugging his body even closer. He grips my thighs and lifts me, my legs wrapping instinctively around his waist as he begins to rock gently against me, his crotch rubbing up against mine.

  His mouth travels to my jaw and down to my neck. “Tried to stay away from you… but I can’t. I wanted to do right by you, you’re better off without me,” he pants against my skin.

  “And what if I want you here, with me?”

  He continues his beautiful assault on my mouth as he rocks against me harder, a whimper escapes my lips.

  “Tell me you want me as much as I want you. Tell me I’m not the only one feeling this.” His lips graze against mine as he speaks.

  “I want you.”

  His mouth takes mine once more before putting me back on my feet and swinging me around to open the door. He sets me inside and shuts the door behind me. He slides in behind the wheel, his car comes to life with a roar.

  ∞∞∞

  The journey to his apartment stretches on and on, the anticipation of what is to come heightening the ache that has been building between my thighs since Kyle arrived at the bar. I press my thighs together in an attempt to relieve some of the ache, which only seems to make it worse.

  We crash through his door, my legs wrapped securely around his waist, my fingers tangled in his hair as he walks us into his suite. He kicks the door shut behind us and pins me against the wall, his mouth never leaving mine.

  “You feel that?” he moans. I can feel how hard he is as he presses me further into the wall with his body. “That’s what you do to me.” His voice is thick with lust as he speaks. “Only you.”

  I bring my hands to his shoulders, pushing his jacket off, letting it fall to the floor with a thud, next is his shirt which I peel over his head, exposing his firm, toned chest. I run my fingers over the ridges of his abdomen, weaving my way to his chest.

  I plant soft kisses over his chest up his neck and his jaw as he walks us into his bedroom. He places me carefully down in the center of the bed, his knees planted between my legs as he hovers above me. He reaches for my jacket which comes off with ease, closely followed by the rest of my clothes until I’m left in just my underwear.

  His hand snakes underneath me to unhook my bra, he drags the straps down my arms and tosses it to the floor. His mouth latches onto my breast, while his hand massages the other, rubbing his thumb over my hardened nipple.

  My head falls back into the mattress, my eyes flutter closed as I get lost in the feeling of his mouth on me. He moves to work on the other breast, giving it the same amount of attention.

  “Kyle,” I moan softly.

  He brings his hand between my legs to rub my swollen, sensitive clit with his thumb.

  I bite down on my lower lip to stifle a whimper. “Kyle, please,” I beg.

  “What do you want, Hayley?”

  “I want you inside me.”

  Did that really must leave my mouth? A week ago, the thought of saying that out loud would have set my cheeks ablaze with embarrassment, just now, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world to say.

  The corner of his mouth curves upward. He tugs my underwear off before continuing rubbing me. His finger dips inside me, stroking my walls as he guided his finger in and out, the heel of his hand massaging my clit.

  “You know what I mean,” I moan.

  I run my hands down, over his abdomen, until my fingers reach his belt, fumbling with the buckle. I look up, his eyes filled with hunger and need. I manage to undo the button on his jeans and pull the zipper down. I grip the waistband and tug his jeans and underwear down his thighs, exposing his long, thick length. He kicks off his jeans the rest of the way and they fall to the floor.

  Kyle reaches for a condom and tears open the wrapper. As he brings it to the head of his cock, I reach for him. As if Kyle knows what I’m thinking, he wraps his hand around mine and allows me to slide the condom down his hard length, a guttural moan, and a shiver rolls through him as we reach the base.

  “Fuck. All you have to do is touch me and I lose my head.”

  He aligns himself at my entrance. “I’m not sure I can hold back this time, baby.” He swallows hard. “Been thinking of you all week. Need you so fucking much.”

  “Then don’t.” With that, he takes me in one long, hard thrust and I cry out.

  He leans over me, his hands either side of my head, my fingers locked with his as he pins me to the mattress, caging me in as he begins to fuck me. He grunts with each hard snap of his hips, his eyes never leaving mine.“Fuck, Hayley. You feel so good,” he groans.

  My legs lock around his waist, the heels digging into the flesh of his firm ass. He picks up the pace, bringing me ever closer to my release. He takes my mouth, hard, while he continues to pound into me relentlessly.

  I whimper against his mouth as I feel myself climbing higher and higher, his pelvis hitting my sensitive, swollen clit with each hard thrust.

  “Kyle, I’m so close,” I say against his lips.

  It only takes a few more thrusts until I’m screaming his name as my orgasm tears through me, shattering me into a million pieces, my body trembling.

  Kyle follows close behind me, exploding with a roar as his climax takes hold. His face drops to the crook of my neck as he continues to rock inside me, his thrusts slowing.

  Once the tremors subside, only then does he pull out. He crawls off the bed and heads into the bathroom. The sound of the shower filters through from the bathroom and he returns a moment later, lifting me off the bed, cradling me against his chest as he carries me into the bathroom.

  He sets me down on my feet in front of the shower and steps in first, guiding me in after him. The warm water cascades over us. He begins washing my hair and lathering up my body with a sponge, I gasp as he grazes the sponge over my still sensitive clit.

  Once he’s done, I take the sponge off him and do the same to him. He groans deeply and his eyes flutter closed as I run my fingers through his hair. I rinse him off and begin to wash his body,
his arms, across his wide, muscled chest and shoulders, down his stomach and down even further. His teeth bite down on his lower lip as I touch his length, which is again beginning to harden.

  I look up at him. “I want to try something.”

  He gives me a puzzled look and I slowly lower myself to my knees in front of him.

  His eyes widen in surprise. “You don’t have to do this.”

  “But I want to.”

  I tear my gaze away from his eyes, his cock is level with my face. I reach up and wrap my hand around him, pumping him gently. This is the first time I have done anything like this, and Kyle seems to notice, because he wraps his hand around mine to guide me, squeezing my hand, showing me the right amount of pressure to apply. He lets my hand go and allows me to continue on my own. I run my hand up and down his hard, thick length. I lean forward and swipe the tip with my tongue.

  “Fuck,” he moans.

  I repeat it again before I take the head of his cock into my mouth and suck on it gently. I close my eyes as I take more of him in, using my hand as an extension of my mouth. I begin to work him in and out of my mouth, massaging the underside with the flat of my tongue.

  My eyes open and I look up at Kyle, braced against the tiled wall with his forearm, his eyes full of lust as he stares down at me. His teeth biting down hard into his lower lip as he tries to suppress a moan. I take him in as far as I can go, the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat. My eyes water as I try to stop myself from gagging.

  “Fuck, Hayley, I can’t hold off much longer.” His free hand flies to the back of my head, tangling his fingers in my hair, pushing himself further into my mouth, but not too hard. I place my hands on his thighs to steady myself.

  “Fuck!” He roars as his release tears through him, as warm, salty liquid runs down my throat.

  Kyle lifts me to my feet as his mouth crashes down on mine. He pins me against the cold tiles of the wall, making me gasp.

  He pulls back slightly. “Where the fuck did you learn to do that?” he pants.

  He rests his forehead against mine before shutting off the water and helping out of the shower. He reaches for a towel and wraps it around me, he takes another and winds it around his waist.

  He takes my hand and leads me back into the bedroom. He rummages through his dresser and pulls out a clean pair of boxers and a plain white t shirt. He pulls on his underwear and strides towards me. He pulls the t shirt over my head, the hem falling just below my ass. We crawl up the bed and under the covers. He wraps an arm around me as I snuggle against his chest, his fingers graze up and down my arm, gently.

  “What are you doing to me, Hayley?” he asks, his lips buried in my hair, kissing the top of my head softly.

  I snuggle closer to him, revelling in the feeling of his body next to mine.

  We drift off to sleep, my head resting on his chest, our legs tangled together, my hand placed over his heart, right where I want to be.

  Chapter 21

  Kyle

  “You and your girl have fun after you left last night?” my brother asks, wearing a mischievous grin as he slouches lazily on the sofa across from my desk.

  “Uh-uh.” I shake my head. “We’re not talking about me, we’re talking about you and my girl’s best friend.”

  He shrugs, his grin widens. “She’s cute, not to mention fucking incredible in bed. She does this thing where-”

  “Yeah, yeah, asshole, don’t need to know,” I cringe, waving him off dismissively and he throws his head back in laughter.

  There’s a light knock at my door as Cassie, my assistant drifts into my office, a stack of papers clutched in her arms.

  “James just sent these through for you.” She places the papers in front of me on my desk.

  “Thank you. Oh, Cassie, can you make copies of this file and send one to each member of the board, please?”

  “Of course.” She offers me an all-to-eager smile.

  I hand her the file and she takes it off me, her hand brushing mine ever so slightly. She lingers for a moment.

  “That’s all, Cassie.”

  “Okay. Let me know if you need anything else.” She slowly turns and drifts through my door, only to return a second later, poking her head around the door. “Kyle, there’s an Aaron Reynolds here to see you, shall I send him in?”

  Aaron.

  Hayley’s asshole friend from last night.

  I cock an eyebrow to my brother, and he smirks.

  “Yeah, send him in.” I lean back in my chair behind my desk and wait for him to come in.

  Fuck, this should be good.

  Aaron steps into my office and closes the door behind him.

  “Aaron,” I greet. “Would you like to take a seat.”

  “Nah, I’m good.”

  “I’ll leave you two to it,” Luke announces, heading for the door, giving a polite nod towards Aaron as he passes, only to be met with distain.

  Once we’re alone, I turn to him. “Alright. What can I do for you?”

  He takes a deep breath. “I want you to stay away from Hayley.”

  I choke back a laugh. “And why would I do that exactly?”

  “Because she’s a good person, she’s one of my best friends and I care about her, a lot. She deserves better, certainly better than you.”

  “Ouch.” I mock. “Deserves better, as in someone such as yourself?”

  I catch him off guard. “What? All I mean is-”

  “I know full well what you mean,” I cut him off. “I get it, must be hard being in love with your best friend knowing she’ll never be yours, watching from the side-lines as another man moves in.”

  “You don’t know a goddamn thing about me.”

  I know I’m being an asshole. What can I say? Assholes bring the asshole out in me.

  His reaction last night told me everything I needed to know about him. He’s in love with her.

  Who could blame him?

  And it’s obvious Hayley has no idea about how he feels, otherwise he wouldn’t be playing the knight, threatening any suitor that shows interest in her.

  He just keeps on pretending like friendship is enough for him when he knows deep down it’s not.

  I almost feel sorry for him.

  Scratch that, no I don’t.

  “Oh, I think I do. When you work in the kind of business I do, you learn to read people, find out when they’re lying. Aaron, admit it, you’re in love with her, you just haven’t got the balls to do anything about it. I have no desire to leave her, so you better get used to it.”

  “I’ll never give up on her. And when you hurt her, which you will, and she finally sees what kind of man you really are, I’ll be there, offering her a shoulder to cry on, among other things,” he warns.

  My hands ball into fists, trying to keep my cool, I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing how he’s affecting me.

  I won’t pretend that the thought of him with her doesn’t piss me off, because it does.

  “Well, I’ll have to make sure that never happens.” I smirk. “Either way, Hayley will never be yours, but feel free to keep dreaming. Well, if that’s all Aaron…” I lean forward and begin shuffling the stacks of papers on my desk in front of me.

  He walks forward and rests his palms flat on my desk opposite me, staring down at me, as if he can intimidate me.

  “If you hurt her, I will ruin you,” he threatens.

  I glance up at him. “Duly noted.”

  This prick doesn’t scare me.

  Who the hell does he think he is coming into my office making empty threats?

  He turns and stalks out of my office, slamming the door for good measure.

  I laugh under my breath, shaking my head in disbelief.

  What a dick.

  Chapter 22

  Hayley

  Every evening for the past two weeks, Kyle would be waiting to pick me up after my shift at the diner, he’d turn up half an hour before my shift is due to end just to sit a
nd watch me work, ordering the same large black coffee with two sugars every time.

  The feeling I have when I lay my eyes on him sitting at a table in the diner watching me work or leaning up against the side of his car as he waits for me, still surprises me, the giddiness, the excitement I feel. The way my heart skips a beat when he smiles at me, how my knees turn to jelly when he kisses me, the way that bolt of electricity zips through me straight to my core when he moans my name, but the feeling that I seem to make him happy, beats everything else.

 

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