“Want to be inside you bare.” Then he added, “I’m clean, by the way. Never fucked without a condom before.”
“Never?”
He cupped my face and rubbed the pad of his thumb back and forth across the apple of my cheek. Then, he lowered his body onto mine, being both sweet and carnal all at once. Coming close to my ear, he whispered, “Want to feel you and that hot, wet pussy. Want to make love to you and fuck you ’til you can’t feel your legs. Want you to let me come in that sweet pussy of yours. In that hot, sassy mouth too.” Using his legs, he moved my knees apart, settling more comfortably between my legs, his cock rubbing up and down my soaked cleft. He placed my arms over my head and interlaced our fingers together. It was almost impossible to focus because the friction he was making was incinerating my resolve to keep Kyle at arm’s length.
“You don’t play fair,” I tried saying on a pout, but it came off like the moan it was because he was working his hips in perfect tandem with mine. He wasn’t inside me, but he was using his dick to stimulate my core, and it was freakin’ awesome.
“I won’t play fair,” he said with his unwavering focus on me. “And I won’t play around either. It’s just you and me from now on. That’s a promise.”
I wanted to believe him. I wanted to believe him with every fiber of my being. Because I knew right then and there I had already fallen for him a while ago.
But I had doubts. And a mouth I was never afraid to use. “Kyle, if you hadn’t seen me there tonight, we wouldn’t be here now. You’d be in bed with that…that woman.” The idea of his client made me stiffen underneath him, draining the warmth between us like a sieve.
He looked at me for a beat or two then busted out laughing, his eyes crinkling in the corners. “Are you kidding me?” He shook his head and rubbed his hand over his face. “First of all, no I wouldn’t have been here with you tonight, but I had already made up my mind to come after you earlier this week.”
“You had?”
“Yeah, baby,” he confirmed. “I was just planning what I was going to have to do to win you back.”
My teeth sank into my top lip because suddenly I was all kinds of embarrassed.
“Too cute,” he said low and deep, his voice like warm honey to my senses. “And I haven’t, nor was I ever, gonna fuck her. I may have been a bit of a horn dog before, but I never lost my sense of taste.” He studied my face to gauge my reaction. “We good now?”
I looked up at him, at this man I already knew I was falling in love with. He was gorgeous and sexy, complicated and funny. He was a children’s advocate and a man whore, a loyal friend and, until less than five minutes ago, a guy who never did commitment. But then again, until recently, neither did I.
I guess I had to make a choice: to trust with my whole heart, the way my sister would tell me I needed to do, or keep on keeping on the way I always had. Both options made me feel dizzy even though I was lying down.
“Let me in, Sam,” he said on a whispered plea, his eyes searching mine, the first sign of his vulnerability that I’d ever seen. He wasn’t just asking to be let into my body bare. He wanted under my skin. Inside the marrow of my bones and through my veins. Straight to my heart.
I gazed up into his burning eyes and my whole being softened at the sight. “Kyle,” I said very softly, “you’re already in there.”
His whole face relaxed, letting go of tension I didn’t notice he was holding.
“Let me feel all of you,” I continued. “Make love to me.”
His grip on my hands got tighter and, without even needing any help, he guided his cock into me. Filling me so completely that I let out a small cry. His face came to my neck and his breath warmed my already fevered skin. He started to move his hips and I lifted my legs to take him in deeper. To feel each thrust of him.
“God, you feel so good, honey,” he choked out while meeting my eyes again. “Knew we’d fit perfectly.”
He increased his pace and his hands slid down my arms and grabbed my breasts, pinching my nipples in between his fingers. The pressure was exquisite with just a hint of pain that shot straight through my body in between my legs, making my clit ache and throb.
“Oh God!” I cried out. “I need…I want…”
“Shh, I’ve got you, Sam.” And he did, because his hand came between us and he started rubbing and fondling my clit while thrusting harder and deeper inside me. He was leaning his weight onto his other arm, extended so that he was hovering above me while I was falling apart.
“It’s so good, Kyle. I’m gonna come!”
“Fuck, you’re so tight. And you’re close too. Gonna milk my cock with that sweet pussy when you come for me?”
“Hell yeah,” I answered, wavering on the brink of my orgasm.
“I feel it,” he gasped, now rocketing in and out of me like a piston. “Fuck, squeeze my dick just like that, baby.”
Then he went from his intense circles to giving it a hard pinch, and that was it. My orgasm crashed over and through me like a tidal wave. And I was drowning in him and the way he loved and worked my body and soul. He followed soon afterward, letting out a sound close to a roar. He was loud, and he vibrated through the room. Then he collapsed on top of me, and I luxuriated in the pressure his body gave to mine. Made me feel safe. Encircled.
I may have loved it, but I was also a mess.
“Kyle?”
“Mmmm?” he moaned into my hair.
“I gotta get up.”
“Why?”
We were new and we were lovers so I wasn’t too hip on telling him the details.
“I need to clean up, honey.”
“Want me to do it?”
I stilled. “What?” I breathed.
His head rose up, leaning against the palm of his hand. His gaze went back and forth, from my eyes to my mouth and back, and then he offered me a gorgeous smile.
“Hold on a sec. Be right back.”
He jumped out of my bed and made his way to the bathroom. He came back with a washcloth that he had doused with warm water. Guess he found the linen closet as easily as everything else around here.
“Open your legs for me, beautiful,” he gently commanded.
Without thinking, I did just that and watched as he rubbed the cloth between my legs. Cleaning my folds. He quickly sprinted back to the bathroom to dump it and came back to me. I had already gotten underneath my covers and, without a moment’s hesitation, he lifted the comforter and curled me into him.
“Guess you’re spending the night.”
He gave me a sideward glance and chuckled. “Yeah, Sam, that’s a safe assumption to make.”
“But you’ve got nothing but your suit to change into in the morning,” I argued. “You ready to make the walk of shame home in that?”
He turned his body closer to mine, cradled my face in his palm like he always did. Like I loved. “Try to keep up with me here, baby,” he teasingly chided. “You’re my woman now. I’m your man. There will be no more walks of shame going on here. Besides,” he continued while pulling me into his hold, “I happen to know Jackson’s down the street at Lauren’s tonight. I’ll just text him to bring over extra clothes and I’ll be all set for the day.”
“For the day?”
His body got tight. “You want me to leave?”
“No!” I sat up, putting my hand on his chest. “I’m sorry, I’m being slow here.”
“Yeah, you are, and it’s starting to piss me off. Are we on the same page here or not?”
The light coming from the window was bright. A full moon, and her rays were beaming down on me and my new man. Like a blessing. And I was blowing it.
“I’m not used to doing things with someone else. Well, except for Jess,” I said, all the while getting a bit lost in the beauty of his face, even with its stern expression. “Tomorrow all I was planning on
doing was to start building my kitchen island. Didn’t think that’s something you’d want to do. And later, Jackson is coming by to help install the granite top.”
He kept his eyes homed in on mine and I offered him a small smile.
“Would love for you to stay.” Then I took a deep breath. “Would love to do everything with you.”
And just that fast, his expression went from concrete to butter, melting me with his warm smile and sparkling eyes.
“Now that’s more like it,” he answered, speaking low, his voice getting rough around the edges. “But I think retributions are in order.”
Both my brows raised high. “Retributions? For what?”
“Why, for the pain and suffering your insensitivity caused my favorite client.” He was teasing me and he was being deliciously wicked about it too.
“And who’s your favorite client, Counselor?”
He whipped off the covers, and there was his gorgeous cock already getting hard again. “Ms. Lockhart, I believe you and my client have already become acquainted.”
My lips curled into a smirk. “Yes, I do believe he’s made himself known to me. Quite well, I may add. So, Mr. Masterson, I’ve heard you’re a beast in the courtroom.”
His eyes were twinkling, totally into and amused by the game we were playing. “All the rumors are one hundred percent true.”
I nodded in earnest. “That’s what I was afraid of. Now, I’m just a simple girl from Virginia. I don’t want no trouble now. Isn’t there a way I can make your client…happy?”
Kyle’s eyes grew heated and he grasped his dick in his hand and started stroking it up and down, all the while not taking his eyes off me. “What did you have in mind, Ms. Lockhart?”
I pulled on my bottom lip with my teeth and batted my lashes. “I’d like to kiss and make up, Mr. Masterson. But only if your client is amenable to my proposal.”
I saw him take a hard swallow, which thrilled me that I was getting to him as much as he was getting to me. I leaned down over his sculpted body and rubbed my face along his length, opened my mouth and took him in. His skin was salty, and I could still taste traces of me from when he was inside me. It was a decadent, musky taste. One I took my time savoring, giving him the blowjob of his life.
“Fuck, Sam,” he said through gritted teeth while fisting my hair in his hands. “My dick belongs in that hot mouth of yours.”
I hummed my approval while working his shaft in tandem with my right hand. He stiffened even more as he clenched my hair even harder, sending jolts of pain from my scalp, but I didn’t mind. I knew he was getting real close because his hips started thrusting his cock deeper down my throat.
“Ah shit, honey,” Kyle moaned. “I’m gonna come. Gonna come for ya.” And then he did, his orgasm barreling through him like a bullet train, with his pleasure echoing through the house. I was grateful Jessica wasn’t home because he was loud. I swallowed his release and then rested my head on his hip, my eyes watching the rise and fall of his chest with his breath. I thought he was going to fall asleep, that two rounds would’ve wiped him out. But instead, I watched as his eyes darkened and his expression grew hungry. And I knew, right then, I wasn’t going to be sleeping much that night.
Chapter Seven
Usually, I’m an early riser. Even as a teenager, I’d get up right with the sun, even on weekends. Jessica was the same as well, and we attributed the trait to our dyed-in-the-wool Protestant work ethic. Part of our blood and our DNA.
Which is why it came as a complete shock when I rolled over and the clock flashed ten thirty. Also, Kyle wasn’t next to me, the sheets cold to my touch indicating he had left them a while ago. My heart dropped to my stomach with a flash of grief, then anger.
“If that son-of-a-bitch took off on me twice,” I was muttering under my breath, “then I’m going to personally castrate him like the wayward bull he is!” Then I heard a clattering of dishes in the kitchen and realized Jess must be home. I scrambled out of bed and threw on some clean panties, a loose, comfy sweater and a pair of jeans. I couldn’t wait to talk to her, not only to find out about her night with Henry, but to have her help me plan the death of one Kyle Masterson.
I grabbed a hair tie and was walking through the house, threading it through the loop. “Jess,” I called out, “you will not buh-leeve what kind of fool your older sister is!” I turned the corner to hit the kitchen area, and standing there was not only my beautiful, early-rising sister, but also Kyle, along with Jackson and Lauren. They were all sitting around our breakfast table, drinking coffee and obviously having a grand ol’ morning.
“Well, good morning there, sunshine!” Lauren practically sang while Jackson gave a smile and a chin lift.
“If Mom and Dad could see you now, Samantha Grace, they’d be shocked! Sleepin’ ’til ten thirty,” Jess teased, taking a sip of her coffee, the mirth in her eyes peeking over the rim of her cup.
“Morning, honey.” Kyle sauntered out of his chair and right to me. “Sleep okay?” he asked, immediately cradling me in his sinewy muscled arms. He was wearing jeans with an almost threadbare concert T-shirt. Probably Jackson’s stuff, I thought while enjoying the feel of his embrace encircling me.
“You all right there, babe?”
“Yeah.” I nodded, my face planted in his chest. “I was being silly.”
His kissed the top of my head and gave me a squeeze. “You thought I had taken off.”
It wasn’t a question but a statement. I just nodded again, a surge of embarrassment coursing through me.
“Hey.” He took me by the shoulders. “Look at me, Sam.” I reluctantly gazed up, hating that he was going to see me teary-eyed.
“I don’t know when I became such a crybaby,” I muttered, taking in a shaky breath. “But yeah, I thought you had left again. I’m sorry I doubted you.”
He smoothed down my hair and beamed at me with a look of complete adoration on his face. God, please let him be falling for me as deep as I am for him, I prayed.
“We’re new, honey. And trust is earned over time.” He smiled warm and sweet. “And we’ve got time now.”
He gave me a quick kiss on the forehead and told me he’d get me a cup of coffee. Everyone carried about their business, but Jessica was eyeing me from across the room, and just like sisters, we communicated full pages of dialogue with a single glance. And I knew she got it when I saw a huge smile break out across her face.
“What’s got you so excited?” Lauren asked, taking her mug over to the sink.
“Oh, nothing.” Jessica gave me a quick wink. “I’m just glad to see my big sister finally get out of bed, is all.”
“Mmm hmm.” Lauren grinned, not buying Jessica’s explanation for a second but deciding to let it go.
“Don’t get me wrong, I’m thrilled to see y’all, but what are you doing here?”
Jackson raised his brow and scoffed. “Well listen to Ms. Thang over here. Puts up a li’l dry wall by herself yesterday and now she thinks she doesn’t need any help with her remodel.”
“Oh that’s right! You’re going to help me with the granite! But Jackson, I need to build out the island first.”
“Relax, Samantha, I know,” he teased while getting up to put his cup in the sink. “Actually came over early to get your boy toy some threads. Didn’t want to subject the women of Tazewell Road to those chicken legs of his.”
“Hey, watch it!” Kyle snapped one of the dishtowels across Jackson’s ass. “These legs lost all fowl-ness by college.” Then he turned to Lauren and smirked. “The truth is, Lauren, Jax is terrified if you see how a real man is built you’ll dump his sorry ass.” He glanced over and gave me a wink and I just laughed and shook my head.
“I’m completely happy with everything Jax is packing there, Kyle, but thanks for your concern,” Lauren answered, wrapping her arms around her man’s waist, her front
tucked into his side. Jackson gave her a kiss on the head and turned to me.
“You deserve a medal.”
“Huh?”
“Or a trophy the size of this room,” Jax continued.
“I’m not following,” I said.
He gave me one of those lazy, sexy smiles of his and chuckled. “I can’t even remember the last time Kyle Masterson has claimed a woman, nevertheless gotten so completely pussy-whipped in no time flat.”
I responded with big eyes and an open mouth.
“That’s enough now,” Kyle warned, although I couldn’t help but notice he was barely able to fight the Cheshire grin on his face. “Samantha’s a reformed player herself, so don’t go spookin’ my girl with your foul language and torment.”
Jackson responded by choosing to ignore his friend. “Samantha, happy to help you with the whole island if you want it,” he offered. “Lauren’s got to go to a job site for the day so I’m free ’til she’s done.”
“Wow, yeah,” I answered while taking the mug Kyle handed to me. I took a sip and realized it was exactly how I took my coffee. “How did you know I like cream with two sugars?”
Kyle smirked. “Would you believe me if I said that’s how perfect we are for one another? That I just ‘knew’ how you liked it?”
Lauren choked, practically doing a spit take across my kitchen.
“Nice one, Lauren,” Jessica answered. “I told him earlier, Sam, although I don’t think my coaching should take away any of your romantic notions.” Then, because she couldn’t help herself and because she was fighting off another smile the size of Virginia, she added, “Although let me just say that it’s Kyle here who deserves the medal because I don’t think—in my life—I’ve ever seen my heartbreaker of a sister so gone over a guy.”
“That’s because she hadn’t met me yet,” Kyle drawled.
I rolled my eyes. “Thanks, Jess. Not like Kyle doesn’t have a healthy enough ego, you gotta be telling him that? Now I’ll never be able to get his head through and out my front door.”
Just then, the doorbell rang. I turned to Jessica. “You expecting any more people this morning?”
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