Shooting For Love - A Standalone Novel (A Suspenseful Bad Boy Neighbor Romance Love Story) (Burbank Brothers, Book #2)

by Naomi Niles

  He reached up and cupped my breasts in his hands and began to massage them through the fabric of my shirt and lace bra. I moaned, “Kyle…”

  “What, baby? Do you want me to stop?”

  “No, please don’t stop.” I turned my head slightly so that I could see his gorgeous face. I loved his eyes. Sometimes they look brown, usually when he was sad or upset, and other times they look green. Today, they were a mixture of both and he was looking at me with an adoration I felt all the way to my soul. My heart was racing. I’d promised myself I wasn’t going to rush into this, but was two years really rushing it? I had yet to figure out how or why he affected me so deeply, but maybe that was one of those questions my therapist was talking about when she said I question too much and don’t let myself feel enough.

  His face was so close to mine I had to taste his lips. When I pressed mine into his, he took that as the green light he was looking for. He lifted me slightly and flipped me onto my back, lowering me gently to the grass underneath us. His mouth crushed against mine and our tongues tangled up instantly. We kissed hard and passionately as our breaths competed with our gasps and moans for volume. When he tore his mouth from mine, he grinned at me. Every time he did that, my organs liquefied. “I missed that.” He squeezed my breasts, as he continued, “And these… I missed every part of you and I’d like nothing more than to spend the rest of this night making every part of you feel so good that it will blow your mind – if you’ll let me.”

  “I want you Kyle, so badly.” He found my lips with his again and out tongues fought for control. I felt his hand underneath my blouse against my bare stomach and sliding down. Suddenly, his fingers were pressed against my mound and my body was convulsing. He cupped me hard and squeezed as I slid my legs open further to give him access. He parted my lips with his fingers, letting them play in the slick wetness there. Then without further ado, he shoved two of his fingers up inside of me. I pulled my lips from his and cried out as my walls closed snugly around them. While his mouth was free, he buried it in my neck and started licking and sucking. He was penetrating me deeper with his fingers. It had been so long for me that just those two fingers alone filled me up and had me on the brink of an orgasm.

  He was using his other hand to push my shirt up and until I felt the cooling air come in contact with my skin, I’d forgotten we were out in the open. “Um…Kyle…”

  Breathlessly he lifted his head and said, “Yeah, baby?”

  “We’re kind of out in the open here…”

  He glanced around. “We’re alone.”

  I giggled. The clinic was the most daring place I’d ever done it. I’d never had sex outside in a public place. The idea of waiting another hour by the time we got back on the bike and to one of our homes was too much for me. “Okay,” I said, just as breathlessly. He grinned again and then dipped his head down and moving my bra completely out of the way, he sucked one of my breasts into his mouth and began torturing it with his skilled tongue. He licked and sucked and kissed and then all of a sudden, he bit down and at the same time shoved a third finger up inside of me. He had them buried inside of me and just as I thought I couldn’t take any more, he slid his knee in between my legs and pushed against his hand.

  “Kyle!” With his other hand, he reached back to grab a hold of my ass and held it tightly as my pelvis rested against his thigh he began pumping his fingers in and out of me. “Oh, Jesus!” He was touching me in places that even I didn’t know existed and his mouth was back on my swollen nipples, biting and sucking like a starving man. I couldn’t stay quiet, but I was barely coherent enough to even think about anyone else being around as he held me between his strong hands and fucked me like I’ve never been fucked before.

  “Oh my God! Kyle!” I was ready to explode. I buried my head into his shoulder just as he pressed his thumb into my engorged clit. I bit down on a piece of his flesh to keep from screaming as the orgasm ripped through me and pulsed in jolt after jolt of electricity that I felt burn all the way through my core. I was gripping onto his shoulders and back, and I held him until I was able to stop shaking and the convulsive waves began to pass. I have no idea where this man came from, but I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that I wanted to keep him – forever.

  He slowly began to slide his fingers out of me as he kissed the side of my face. In a hoarse whisper, I said his name again. “Feel good, baby?” I couldn’t form a word no matter how hard I tried so I mumbled incoherently and nodded my head. He laughed. “Good, but I’ve got much bigger plans for you.” He grabbed the back of my neck and gave me a long, lingering kiss. When he was finished with that, he stood up and held his hand out. I took it and stood up on shaky legs. He led me back down to the bike and he unhooked the big saddle bag on the side. He handed me a bottle of water and pulled out a soft, fleece blanket.

  “You keep sex supplies in there?” I asked him.

  He grinned and looked me up and down with heat in his eyes. “I’m betting you’re carrying everything I need right there, except for the blanket.” I felt my face go hot and I wasn’t sure if I was blushing or just reacting to the fire he started in my body. He put his arm around me and led me to the other side of the lot where there was a large expanse of grass and a lot of trees. I had to block out that part of my brain that wanted to worry about what kinds of critters might be in here at night. As soon as I felt Kyle pull me back into his chest and kiss me, they were gone. When he let go of me, he spread out the blanket and dropped down onto it. He reached up for me and drew me down into his lap. I once again felt his hard cock nestled up against me and I felt a fresh wave of need pass through me. His fingers were incredible, but I absolute need his cock inside of me.

  His hands were trailing up my sides underneath my blouse and they felt so good on my bare skin. I wiggled my bottom slightly and felt him twitch against me. His fingers traveled upwards until they tickled along the sides of my breasts. I rested my head against him and let him explore for a while before saying, “Can we go home?”

  He grinned. “Whose home?”

  “Whoever’s is closest.”

  Chuckling softly he let his thumbs rub across my hard nipples. “In just a little while,” he said.

  “You want to torture me more first?”

  “Mm hmm,” he said matter-of-factly as one of his hands wiggled its way back into the front of my pants. He found my aching clit and began to massage it. I reached down between my legs and stroked my hand against his cock through his jeans. He flexed his hips and moaned.

  “Take these down,” he said in a raspy voice. He was pulling at the tops of my pants. I rose up and pushed them down to my knees along with my panties. I heard him suck a breath in through his teeth. The moon was bright tonight, so anyone that came along would be able to see me as well as he could, but short of going to jail, I was willing to risk it.

  I started to sit back down, but he said, “No, straddle me, standing.” I raised an eyebrow and did as he asked. He leaned in and sucked my clit into his mouth. I thought the top of my head was going to explode. I grabbed his head, and I was pulling his hair hard as I pressed his face into me. He began to devour my pussy and it was unlike any oral sex that I’d ever had before – even with him. He sucked on my clit while at the same time moving his tongue quickly back and forth across it, and then he would bite down gently, sending me into seizures in my head. The whole time, he had his hands on my butt cheeks, massaging and squeezing. If I died right this very minute, I could go saying that I’d experienced the most pleasure one woman could. This man was out of this world.

  Kyle ceased his torture of my clit and looked up at me. “Don’t move.” He got up and stripped off his pants and shorts. His cock was pulsing. He kissed me softly and then sat back down, pulling his shirt off as he did. He put one hand on my ass and held onto his cock with the other. “Now,” he said, guiding me down towards him. I stepped apart just a little further and let him guide me all the way down until I felt his cock pressing into my seam. H
e let go of his cock then and took one of my hands and placed it around him. He reclined back on his arms and watched as I guided him into me. I worked my way down slowly at first, but as soon as I felt my walls stretch around him, I dropped down to my knees and impaled myself on him. He sat straight up and grabbed my hips with a loud groan. “Jesus Christ, Amber… God, I missed you!”

  I smiled down at him as I moved up and down slowly. He licked across my breasts and occasionally nipped at one while I went at my leisurely pace. That didn’t last long, however. I was compelled to move faster both within myself and by the motion of him hands on my hips. He leaned back onto the blanket and gave me more room to move. I clenched my muscles as tightly around him as I could, and each time I moved in a way that made his groan or made his breath hitch, I did it again…and again.

  The orgasm began building in my toes as I felt him grip me even tighter, and I saw the muscles flexing in his arms as he lifted me up and slammed me back down, moving his hips in time with mine. I’d waited so long for this. I’d craved him so many nights when I lay alone in bed and I’d touch myself and dream about this moment, but it was not even in the same solar system as this. I felt the sudden sharp tingle in my core, and I clenched him even tighter as I cried out. He sat up straight and pressed his head into me. I felt him explode at the same time I did. He was moaning and whispering my name, and when he collapsed down on the blanket I went with him and lay my head into his chest, praying that this was only the beginning of our lives together.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

  KYLE

  ONE YEAR LATER

  The room was buzzing with excited chatter, but it fell silent as the bride and groom stepped into the room. Immediately following the abrupt silence, they made their way to the center of the room to the sounds of raucous applause. They smiled and held hands on the way to the wedding party table and as soon as they sat down, I stood up and balanced myself against the table with my thigh. I sat the cane aside and let the dizziness pass before I picked up a spoon off the table and tapped it against my wine glass.

  “Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Kyle Cloud and the big man who is sitting at this table with his gorgeous, blushing bride, is my best friend Greg. Greg and I have a long and somewhat rocky history. We met in the fifth grade and in spite of the bumps that were to come along the way, we’ve stayed friends. I’ve seen this guy go from an immature jock who loved the ladies, to an immature adult… Just kidding.

  “Greg’s taken his father’s business and he’s turned it from a small mom and pop cabinet shop into one of the top five most successful contracting firms in the city. He’s always worked hard and played harder. I remember the day about eight months ago when I realized this was really it for him. We were having lunch at a trendy restaurant downtown and a group of college girls walked by. One of them was eye-balling the big guy and I told him so. He didn’t even look up. So just to make sure he wasn’t sick – I didn’t know about the lovely Mrs. Falcone yet – I described her to him. When he looked annoyed with me I thought about rushing him to the ER. I remember him saying, ‘I’m finished with all of that.’ ‘All of what?’ I had asked. ‘Playing,’ he’d said, ‘I’m not playing anymore. I’m in love, man…completely, utterly, overwhelmingly in love.’ He told me about Vicki and while he was talking, his blue eyes were actually shining and I knew he really wasn’t playing with me. My friend who rarely dated the same girl twice was in love.

  “Since then, I’ve watched them together and I’ve seen first-hand that it goes both ways. Vicki looks at him with the same spark in her eyes he looks at her with. They’re a great fit – they’re the couple that everyone should strive to be. I have regrets about a few years I spent without my best friend, but when I needed him most, he was there, over and over again, and I can’t even find the words to tell him how much that meant to me. So raise your glasses people and let’s drink to Mr. and Mrs. Greg Falcone, and a hundred years of happiness for them to come.”

  Everyone raised their flutes and drank and then there was applause and dinner was served. The bridesmaid I’d walked down the aisle with was trying hard to make conversation with me. I was polite to her, but my heart wasn’t really in it.

  “Dance with me, brother.” I looked up into my big sister’s eyes and I knew it was a ruse. I’d been avoiding her, and she hadn’t had a chance to nag me and stick her nose into my business for over a month.

  “I’d rather not, Sis…” She ignored me as grabbed my hand and pulled me up to my feet. She waited for me to pick up the cane and then she led me out to the dance floor.

  “You look so handsome in your tux,” she said as she put her hand in my free one and we began to do something that probably didn’t even resemble dancing.

  “Thank you. You look nice tonight, too.”

  “It’s hard to believe Greg is not only settling down, but he seems so comfortable with it. I would have sworn it would never happen.”

  I nodded and smiled. “Me, too, but he’s crazy about her.”

  “I can see that. I hope one of these days I get to see you as happy as he is today…”

  Here we go. “Sarah, not tonight, please.”

  “What? I’m just saying I’d like to see my little brother happy. What’s wrong with that? You’ve been to hell and back, you deserve to be happy.”

  “Okay, fine, there’s nothing wrong with that. Thank you.”

  “Speaking of seeing you happy…”

  “I knew it.”

  “You knew what?”

  “That there was more to it. Sarah, you can’t fix my life.”

  “You’re right. If I could, I would have done it a long time ago, starting with that nasty tumor that won’t leave you alone.” Six months ago at my annual check-up, Dr. Grant found a new growth in my cerebellum. This one was malignant and I did four months of chemo. Greg’s new wife was sweet enough to pick out a western-style tux for the groomsmen to wear so I’d be able to hide my bald head underneath a cowboy hat. I finished the chemo and had just begun radiation once again. The doctors say that it’s dead, but they’ve said that before. I suddenly realized that Sarah was still talking. “You know what, Kyle? You can fix it.”

  “It’s not that broken. Dr. Grant says the tumor is dead and they think after the radiation it will be completely gone…again.”

  “I’m not talking about the tumor and you know it. I’m talking about the fact that you thought you needed to go through all of this alone.”

  “I didn’t go through it alone. I had you, Dad, and Greg…”

  “You had all of us, except for Amber.”

  The music stopped and I tried to walk away. Sometimes I thought Sarah likes me sick, it’s easier for her to push me around. She grabbed my jacket and held onto it until I decided having a tug of war with my sister in the middle of the dance floor might not be the best idea. “I don’t want to talk about Amber,” I tried. Just the mention of her name sent that old familiar pain surging through me.

  “You need to talk about her. You need to talk to her-”

  “No, I don’t. Amber and I broke up six months ago-”

  “Yeah, right after you found out you had cancer and tried not telling any of us.” The music was playing again, so she took my hand and we started swaying to keep from drawing attention to ourselves.

  “I’m not talking about this.”

  “You pushed her away and you let her think you didn’t want her-”

  “Damn it, Sarah… I was there, okay?” I had indeed done just that. I walked out of Dr. Grant’s office that day with no idea of whether I’d live for the next five years or not. Amber and I were still together at that point and I’d been planning on proposing on her birthday. I’d even bought the ring.

  Instead of proposing, I told her that I thought maybe we were moving too fast and I thought maybe we should see other people for a while. She was shocked and hurt and it was the most depressing conversation I’ve ever had in my entire life and probably the longest. Ultimately, I c
onvinced her that I was the asshole I wanted her to believe I was and she walked out. She called me a few times afterwards and her messages were heartbreaking. I could tell she was blaming herself, but even that was better than putting her through losing another husband. For the six months we were back together, at least once a week she’d wake up screaming Dylan’s name and shaking violently. She had nightmares about the day that he died and I’d be damned if I’d put her through watching me waste away for months before she finally became a widow again.

  “Kyle, honey, I ran into Amber the other day.” Shit!

  “What did you tell her?”

  “I didn’t tell her anything, I promise. It was a five minute conversation and we didn’t talk about you at all. Don’t think I didn’t want to tell her, though. She deserves to know.”

  “Stop, we were broken up before I even found out-”

  “Liar. You pushed her away because you didn’t want to put her through you being sick. Even Dad can see how lost you are without her.”

  I laughed. “Dad? He said that, did he?”

  “You know Dad; he’s a very philosophical man when he wants to be.” She was smiling. We both knew Dad and for him to say anything remotely like that would be earth-shattering news. “He didn’t say it, okay, but I talked to him about it and he nodded a lot.”

  Still laughing I said, “Thanks, Sis, I needed the laugh. Stay out of this with me and Amber, though, okay?”

  “Kyle, she’s leaving.”

  “Leaving? What do you mean?”

  “She’s going out to California. She hired someone to run the clinic and she accepted a job in San Diego. I guess one of her sisters lives there… She told me she’s doing all of this because she needs a change, but I honestly think it’s because she’s as broken as you. She thinks that you didn’t want her. How could that be worse than being with someone you love, no matter what you have to go through in order to make that happen?”