She whimpers and presses her back to the door like it can help keep her on her feet. I wrap an arm around her to keep her upright as her tongue meets mine. There’s something so innocent in her kiss I’m desperate for more. I want to push her, to show her everything, to teach her what I like.
But more than that, I want her to enjoy herself.
Her hands flatten against the door, but I’m done waiting. I break the kiss to scoop her up in my arms. “Kyle,” she whispers, and I look down at her as I carry her to my bedroom.
Her face lights up with joy and wonder as she speaks. “I love you,” she says, her hands finding my shoulders as I cradle her to my chest.
I push my bedroom door open with my foot and place her carefully on my bed. She’s quick to pull me into a kiss and I suck her lower lip between my teeth.
As I release her, she whispers, “Oh god, Kyle.”
She hasn’t seen anything yet. I’m going to make sure this isn’t a night she soon forgets. I take her shirt and tug it up past her flat belly, her cute white bra and over her head. I drop it over the side of the bed and notice she’s looking at me with worry in her face.
“You’re so sexy,” I whisper, needing her to know she’s perfect.
She grins and nibbles on her lower lip. I press a kiss to her collar bone, loving the beautiful curve to it. Her breath leaves on a sigh of pleasure and I release her bra. I tug it away and her hair covers her breasts. But not before I see her tanned nipples.
Fuck, I’m harder than I’ve ever been before, I’m sure of it.
She relaxes back on the bed, her grin mischievous as she tucks her thumbs into her pants ad begins to work them down with small, teasing motions. I’m not in the mood for slow, though, and I grab them and pull them off as she squeals in shock.
She’s wearing the cutest little white lace panties I’ve ever seen. Maybe it’s because they’re the kind of underwear a woman wears when she wants them seen, but I’ve never been so floored by straight white lingerie.
They can stay, I decide as she lifts her head to look at me. Her expression is total dazed lust that just shoves me closer to the edge of oblivion. “Kyle,” she whimpers, her head dropping back onto the bed.
I can’t wait any longer. I bury my face in the sweet warmth of her pussy, loving the contrast of lace and her closely-cropped fuzz. I’ve never liked pubic hair on women before, but this is so soft and pretty I don’t mind it at all. It’s yet another first that only Victoria taught me I was okay with.
“What are you doing?” she whispers, her voice shocked as I tongue her through the lace undies. Her sexy whimper of pure pleasure rewards me and I move the lace aside to taste her. She’s sweet and tart, a beautiful compliment to end the day on.
But I’m not here to play, to draw out her agony. I’m here to make her come.
My tongue seeks her clit out and I settle in on it at a cruel, punishing pace that instantly puts her hips into movement and her hands holding onto the sides of my head. It’s amazing that her whole body seems to move with me. Even when her thighs tighten around my head, she’s not keeping me from licking her, no; it feels like she’s trying to hold me in place, to keep me from leaving.
“Oh, god,” She says, her voice a whine of excitement and desperation.
But I’m beyond listening to her as I taste her, as her body begins to sing for me. Her belly is tight, her thighs flexing on either side of my head, her fingers tangling in my hair. And her hips, bucking into me as if she thinks she’s in charge of this.
Silly woman. You’re mine.
I growl as if uttering the words aloud in a warning to her, and she cries out in a mixture of shock and pleasure. Her hips are jolting now, her whole being seems to come apart, out of sync, she trembles and shivers as if her whole body forgot how to exist.
It’s fucking beautiful.
The rush of wet on my chin leaves me drinking deeply of her. She’s so perfect, so sweet, so warm and delicious.
“Please, please, please,” she’s whimpering. But I’m not making sense of what she’s asking and she’s not clarifying. With a hand on her belly, I try to keep her from pushing me away.
“Stop,” She whispers, and I stop.
When she lifts her head, her eyes are fever bright. I back off her as she sits up, her dazed expression filled with a glossy haze of sheer pleasure.
“I want to taste you,” she says shyly and my cock pulses. It takes every ounce of self-control I have to stay still standing at the foot of the bed as she crawls off the bed and kneels before me. I want to grab her, to shove my cock as deep down her throat as I can until she gags.
But I don’t. I have a feeling this is new for her. And I don’t want it to be bad for her.
I watch her pink lips turn red under the pressure of her teeth as she studies my hard cock. When she wraps her soft fingers around me, I groan in pleasure. Still, I watch as her lips part and we warm, wet mouth takes me.
I watch as my shaft slides deeper and deeper in my mouth. Shock fills me as she takes me all the way in her throat and begins to swallow as if she’s done this before. Fuck, it’s heaven.
My knees feel weak as she looks up at me with those wide, innocent brown eyes.
Bloody hell, she’s going to fucking destroy me.
Chapter 27
Victoria
I see his expression darken as I take him deeper as I swallow around the tip of him. He feels amazing so deep in my throat.
Right here, with Kyle, it’s just another way to show him I care, that I appreciate what he just did for me. And it’s exciting to be in control like this. He was totally in control of my body while he was licking me.
My face blazes red at the memory.
But now, while he’s in my mouth, I’m in control. He’s not moving, not pushing, not taking control. And I sense it’s a struggle. Kyle is a man who’s used to being in control.
Which is sexy. But the trust he’s putting in me now is even more sexy than his control. I pull back and plant a kiss on the tip of him. His cock is amazing. He’s got a curve upward that fascinates me, and I wonder how he’ll feel inside me.
I scoot back on the bed away from him, but he’s quick to move toward me, a look in his eyes that almost scares me. He’s intense, intent, and I know there’s no backing down now. There’s no backing out of this, but I can’t imagine wanting to anyway.
My knees fall to the sides and he’s between my legs, his cock pulsing as he moves over me. I fall back, looking up at him in a mixture of terror and excitement. He seems to hesitate a moment and sits down.
I rise up on my elbows, wondering what he’s doing. And he pulls me into his lap. Straddling his hips, I find myself close to him. Chest to chest, heart to heart as he places his hands on my hips and kisses me.
His hands leave and I hear something and feel him moving behind me. But I’m focused on his lips, his kiss, as his tongue meets mine and demands more of me. Then, his hands are on my ass, lifting me up on my knees.
I feel the tip of him as he takes one hand from me and positions his cock with it. And I settle into place, ready to take him. “Mmmm,” I moan, loving how warm he feels.
His lips touch mine again and I decide to take some of the control he’s offering me. I lower onto him, loving how his chest feels as my tits press against him. He’s all heat and sin, promise and danger.
I feel my pussy stretching to take every inch of him like a greedy bitch. It’s wicked and sensual. “This is perfect,” I murmur to him and he growls and kisses my neck.
“You’re perfect,” He says and I kiss his lips, amused at how wrong he is. As I slide down the length of him, I feel full whole and wonderful. Our bodies are a perfect fit, he’s pushing me to my limits and I’m bending to his will and demands.
It’s sexy as hell.
And then he grabs my hips and kisses me again. With my knees down on either side of his hips, I can rise up and lower on him, or rock my hips forward and back.
Feeling exper
imental, I lift and lower, surprised by the explosion of sensations rocking my body and by his growl of approval. His teeth scrape on my neck, sending excitement roaring through my body.
Rocking my hips forward, I find the pressure on my clit to almost be too much. It’s incredible. I need more. Placing my hands on his shoulders, I hold onto him as I rock into him. My body feels incredible, like every inch of me is covered in a layer of frost; somehow I’m blazing hot and freezing cold all at once.
It’s delicious.
“Are you going to come?” he asks gently.
I shiver as his breath tickles my ear. “Maybe,” I whisper, burying my face in his neck. He smells warm and clean, like home and haven, heaven and hell. It’s intoxicating, perfect, and so very sinful.
With very rock of my hips, I feel my body moving closer to orgasm. It’s incredible to think that I’ll not only get one but two from him, from this one session. I’d thought that was impossible, not that I’ve got a lot of experience to go on.
“Come on, babe,” he whispers, his words a command, a challenge I’m not going to ignore. Even as he says it, my body reacts. It’s as if I want to please him even on a level I can’t control. His hands pressure me to move faster and I feel him getting harder in me.
It’s breathtaking. I love it. I don’t want to stop.
And it’s like a wave breaking over me. Pleasure crashes over me, stealing my ability to move, to breathe, to function.
A whimper breaks free from my throat and I begin to shudder as my body refuses to move. Intense fireworks of pleasure explode and shower sparks of warmth through every inch of me. The heat radiates all the way to the tips of my fingers and toes, and I struggle to breathe.
“Kyle.” I bite my lip on a whimper and he kisses me.
With both hands on my hips, he keeps me moving against my body’s will and beyond my ability. And I feel him tense up and know he’s there. My tongue seeks his out and I feel him groan even though I don’t hear it over the thundering of my pulse in my ears.
Warmth fills my belly and I feel him relax a little bit. His lips soften against mine and his tongue does a playful dance around mine before he pulls back. His hands find my back as I struggle to keep upright.
I just can’t do it and he lowers me gently onto the bed on my back. He takes the spot beside me and pulls me close as my body begins to cool off.
“I love you,” he whispers and my heart threatens to beat right out of my chest.
Chapter 28
Kyle
“It’s about damn time,” I tease, and Victoria makes a face at me. I finish packing up the box and carry it to the door. “Seriously, help me,” I say and she rolls her eyes at me.
“Oh, I see. Now you want my help.” There’s a smile on her lips and a fire in her eyes that threatens to undo me.
“Open the door, woman,” I say and her eyes darken. But she walks over and opens the door to the mother in law. “Good girl,” I follow up with as I step outside. We’re working to slowly pack up her few belongings and move them over to the main house.
Which is where I want her; right next to me in my bed. Beside me in the kitchen. In the shower with me. And just like that, my cock is ready for her again as I think about the shower we’d taken this morning.
She’d been as sweet and nuzzling as a kitten. And I’d rubbed every inch of her down with soap until she purred with pleasure. Having her in every inch of my life is a welcome intrusion; she seems to just fit perfectly, as if I’ve always had a spot for her but never knew it.
And as she smiles at me and quickly opens the door to the house, I know that this spot for her is permeant. But we haven’t worked out any details yet. There’s still that lingering fear she’ll decide to move on with her life, that she’ll finally be ready to move up north into some apartment while she searches for a new job.
But while she’s here, I’m going to do my best to stop her from wanting to leave. I will make sure she has opportunity after opportunity to do what she loves and hopefully that, along with my love of her, will be enough to keep her here.
And if it’s not, I’ll follow her anywhere.
“So Kieran told you,” She says as if testing whether or not I know.
I unload the box of food stuff and begin to arrange it all in the spots I’d cleared in the fridge. “That Em is pregnant? Yeah. She told you?” I ask, not at all surprised.
Victoria nods, her face excited. “I thought it was weird how deeply invested I am in the lives of these strangers. I love Em, I really do.”
I nod. “Yeah, that’s easy to do.”
To my surprise, Victoria leans into me, placing her face on my arm. I see the look and know what she’s going for. “I don’t love her like that anymore.” I’m not just saying it to make her happy. I realized that with her and Kieran so happy that I’m just no longer hanging onto fear he’ll hurt her and she’ll come to me.
And if she does, I’ll help her. But it’s nothing beyond family love. She’s my sister now, and having my brother back reminds me of that.
“You know, you’ve never even met Connor,” I tell her.
She blinks. “Who’s Connor?”
“My other brother.”
Her brow crinkles and I sense humor incoming. “Sheesh, how many of you are there?”
I put the half gallon of milk in the fridge and glare at her. She giggles and shakes her head. “Don’t tell me you two hate each other too.”
The thought of Connor’s never ending support of Kieran and how he always tries to keep us close to mom fills my mind. I haven’t heard from him in a while, and it hits me now that he’s never gone so long without calling.
But I’m sure he’s busy. He’s got a life too, a job, things.
And it occurs to me how little I know of my own brother. He’s as closed lipped as they come and he’s never one to talk about himself. Now, wondering where he is and what he’s doing, I make a mental note to call him.
“Do it,” Victoria says, shouldering me out of the way so she can put things away.
“How do you do that?” I ask her, ever amazed at how she seems to know what I’m thinking.
She winks at me. “It’s a gift. Go call this mystery brother.”
I sit down at the kitchen table, watching a nicely-healing Sentinel get up and stretch before walking into the kitchen to see what Victoria is up to. I smile that he’s doing so well and that she sneakily offers him a bit of turkey.
“I saw that,” I tease her.
“You saw nothing,” She says, tossing me a playful glance over her shoulder as I dial Connor’s number. It goes straight to voice mail and that sense of dread in my gut grows a little bit. So I call mom.
She answers, her voice light and happy. “Kyle!”
“Hi mom,” I say, realizing I owe her a bit of an explanation. And I see Victoria peeking at me like she’s curious how this is going to play out.
“How are you?” Mom asks, and I stare Victoria in the eyes as I answer.
“Mom, I’ve met someone. Someone amazing.”
I hear mom laugh on the other end. “She’s not tied up in your basement, is she?”
“What the hell, mom, no.” What is wrong with all the women in my life right now? And then I get it. “Em already called you didn’t she?” Of course Emma would put mom up to saying something silly like that. I bet they planned it as retaliation for me not telling mom sooner.
“She did!” Mom sounds so excited I know what other news Emma leaked. “And she’s going to make me a grandma again. When are you going to give me grandkids?” she asks, her voice playfully petulant.
“Never. I’m going to die alone, a lonely old man.” They’re her words, of course, but I’m going to tease her with them. But now, Victoria is watching me, her brown eyes wide, as if this phone call is what makes it real for her. “Mom, I love you, I have to go, I say, recognizing the panic in Victoria’s eyes.
I hang up the phone and am at her side in a flash. Pulling her into a
supportive hug, I feel her cling to me. “You’re okay,” I whisper, feeling her breaths coming quick.
“You told your mom,” she says, her voice breathless. I feel her heart hammering against my ribs and I want to apologize, to fix what I’ve broken. But I let her speak. “What if we don’t work out?” she says, her brown eyes locking on mine.
“Then she’ll accept that.” It seems so simple in my head, but I understand that things I don’t understand are valid points of panic for her. Part of loving her is being patient. Being understanding. Accepting her imperfections as features, not bugs. And, as I press a kiss to her forehead, I know the next words are going to hurt. “You’re here as long as you want to be.”
“What if you get tired of me first?” she asks, her eyes worried.
I can’t help but smile. “I can’t imagine ever getting tired of you.” And it’s true. She’s an amazing woman.
“But I have so much baggage, so many issues,” she says, her voice little more than a humiliated whisper.
I shrug. “Who doesn’t? You accepted mine and my crazy ass, broken family. I think I can handle whatever you throw at me and it’ll never be as bad as what I’ve put you through.”
She nods and I feign insult. “Well fuck, you could have told me they aren’t that bad.”
She looks up at me with an incredulous expression. You’d know that was bullshit,” She says, a smile tickling the corners of her lips. I nod in agreement, glad the humor helped ease her panic and worry. Even now, her breaths seem to be coming back to normal and her heart is slowing, matching the steady, strong pace of mine.
“Remember,” I tell her, waiting until she looks up at me with all of her attention before continuing, “I’m not interested in where you came from, but where you’re going.”
Epilogue
Victoria
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