Perfectly still, so she had been listening, and worrying. Kyle enjoyed that victory. It made him eager to show her just how much he had in store for her. That wouldn’t happen with her facing the wall. Stepping back to make sure he got a good look at her, Kyle ordered Hailey to turn around.
Obeying, she faced him, and he couldn’t help but to take a minute and enjoy the view.
“You know, princess, I really liked that little show you put on for me.” His fingers moved toward the buttons of his shirt, but his attention remained fixated on the puckered nipples pointing back at him. “I’m betting you had quite a fantasy going in that head of yours, so why don’t you tell me just whose cock you dreamt of fucking.”
The slight curl of her lip had his gaze narrowing even though she answered correctly. “You.”
It had better fucking be him or he’d terrorize that cunt so bad it wouldn’t weep for any other man than him. Hell, he intended to do that anyway. The reminder brought a smirk to his face.
“You ain’t gotta dream, princess. Anytime you want, I got all the dick you’ll ever need.” His shirt slapped on the tile floor and he’d already reached for his belt buckle when she muttered back her heart’s true response.
“For five minutes.”
Kyle had known she wouldn’t be able to resist for long, and she hadn’t even lasted a minute before earning herself another punishment. First, though, he had a point to prove. Ripping the leather free of its buckle, he fought the wet jeans, trying to push them down. The old hound got in the way, but once he bounced free, Kyle’s jeans dropped with ease.
He felt Hailey’s instant reaction to the large cock straining over the distance to point at what it wanted. Alert, focused, and intent, just like a hound that had spotted its prey, Kyle’s erection ached to get in touch with the smooth skin of Hailey’s mound. Touch and then drill because that’s really what the beast panting at the end of its leash dreamed of.
“Surprise, Hailey.” Kyle moved in on the woman staring at his dick as though it had some magical power. Cupping her chin, he forced those wide, worried eyes back up to his. “I might be worth only five minutes, but the thought of you gets me ready to go in another five. That’s what you do to me, princess. You make me ache to fuck you.”
Brushing the trembles from her lips with his kiss, Kyle groaned out the truth. “I’ve been aching for years, Hailey. Back in shop class, I’d watch you bend over cars and get this pain in my balls from the need to just walk up behind you and plunge a hand down into your panties.
“I knew you’d hit me, just as I knew you would be wet as hell. I’d have tamed this pussy with an orgasm and then dropped your drawers and ridden you there in front of everybody. Every damn man would have known who you belonged to. No matter what you want to believe, I would have won.
“I just didn’t have the balls to do it then, but I do now.”
Instead of soothing the tension out of her as he actually hoped, Hailey stiffened slightly. Pulling back to pin him with a gaze that had only darkened more. “This is just sex, Kyle. Don’t bother trying to make it into anything more.”
The slight rejection gave him pause, and he felt suddenly unsure of his entire plan. “Is that all you want? Just sex?”
“What else would I want from you? I don’t even like you.”
Kyle felt his ears go red at that blunt statement. Of all the possible reactions, he was still outraged at that comment coming now. “You have an odd way of showing your dislike, Hailey.”
Needing to prove that point, he hooked one of her knees over his arm and bent it up, opening her pussy wide for the thick head he brought to its creaming gate. “Go on and say it again, darlin’. Tell me you don’t like this.”
Hailey’s whole back arched with the scream he wrung out of her with one single, savage thrust. Her little sheath ate up his entire length with a greedy suckle, spasming all around him in obvious delight. For all that, Hailey still defied him. Even as her hips twisted and turned, rocking her cunt along his length, she panted out her rejection.
“It’s just sex, Kyle. That’s all. If I could figure out how to break this lust, I would because I don’t want to like you.”
Son of a bitch. “Fine,” Kyle snarled, wrenching his hips back. “I’ll give you your fucking, Hailey Mathews, but don’t ever ask for anymore.”
* * * *
It wasn’t the ruthless thrust that punctuated that statement that had her heart clenching, but the sparkle that hardened over in his gaze. Hailey didn’t have a chance to question it or wonder. With his fingers biting into the cheeks of her ass, he held her still for his savaging.
Hard and fast, grunting like a warhorse in full gallop, Kyle rode her. With every delicious slide of his heated cock over the wall of her sheath, he left a painful clench of need in his wake, driving her to beg him.
“Harder. Faster.” Hailey’s nails clenched into the taught skin of his shoulders as her hips began to flex with her demands.
The water went cool all around them, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered beyond the sweet rhythm of the man grunting over her as he fucked her as savagely as she begged for. The overwhelming lust didn’t her protected from the dangers of the heart. The bright bolts of ecstasy skyrocketing through her left a trail of rapture all the way to her soul.
Quaking out from the very center of her heart, her release triggered from the wrong spot. Too late, it catapulted her beyond reality, flying her into a world of warmth and comfort and soul-drenching pleasure. Like parched earth, she felt herself grow alive under the rainfall of her orgasm.
Biting down on Kyle’s shoulder, Hailey hid the sobs that tried to wrench through her. Clinging to him, she sought safety from the frightening emotions billowing through her. The salty taste of him beneath her lips only worsened the pain.
As did his release. With a massive roar, he flooded her, pounding her brutally back against the wall as he lost control. Hailey cried out as she felt him filling more than her body. The bastard invaded her heart, merging into her very soul and making the pleasure that much more wretched.
Damn him. Hailey sucked in a deep breath, beating back the rapture to battle the unwanted emotions trying to cocoon her. This hadn’t been a tender loving, but a rutting, just like she asked for. It’s only sex.
As if he could read the thought in her mind, Kyle sighed heavily and jerked back. Stepping free almost before she even took a breath, he abandoned her, leaving her wobbling on her own two legs with a pussy that still ached for more. So did he.
He might have blown two loads, but Kyle’s cock still stayed hard, glaring angrily at her with one eye. It matched the scowl on its master’s face as he yanked his soaking jeans off the floor. Stepping into them had to hurt, but the pain of trying to get his erection back inside the stiff jeans didn’t show in his tone.
That remained as cold and dismissive as his actions. “I hope that sufficed, Hailey because that’s all the sex you gonna get.”
She didn’t dare respond to that taunt, unsure of just what her response would be. The tears burning behind her eyes warned her it wouldn’t be the anger she needed to fortify her defenses. Instead of risking anymore in this moment, Hailey just stayed there, leaning against the wall and watching as he jerked his sodden clothes back on.
Stomping back into his boots, he paused only to glower at her. “You can have the car, Hailey. You’ve earned it.”
With that backhanded insult, he stormed off and she didn’t even try to stop him. Staying in her safe little stupor until the door banged closed, Hailey didn’t make a sound.
* * * *
Kyle had never been so fucking pissed in all of his life. If Hailey had been a man, he’d have beaten her to a pulp for making him feel this God-awful. All she wants is sex. What a bunch of crap that was? No woman fucked a man like she did him and didn’t care.
She was just a bull-headed pain in his ass. Like Hailey didn’t know the difference between fucking and loving. Screw her. Kyle didn’t have t
o get all in a twist. He could have any kind of woman he wanted in less than a half hour and sure as shit they would be thanking God if he took more of an interest than just in their pussies.
Kyle jerked the Trans Am to a hard stop at the light and let his head whip back onto the wheel. Oh, God. He’d screwed that all up. If his goal had been pissing off Hailey to the point where she never let him touch her again, mission accomplished. Now what the hell was he supposed to do?
A beep from behind had him looking back up into a light that had gone green in almost ironic answer to silent question. He didn’t really have any choice but to roll through both the intersection and the disaster he created. Bluster or charm, those were his options because Kyle wouldn’t honestly beg.
A blizzard would have to hit lower Alabama before he became any woman’s pussy. Charm had gotten him along so far, but it would be what Hailey expected. In fact, she probably already thought he’d be showing up hat in hand to work on the Daytona in next day or so. Just what would the little spitfire do if he didn’t?
Her pride wouldn’t let her keep the car, that’s for sure. She’d probably show up in a fiery whirl of indignation, but Kyle would bet money half her anger would be passion fed. His little honey would be horny, really horny, because that damn dildo wouldn’t do what he could and they both knew.
Just as sure as they both knew she wanted would want him again. Next time though, Hailey would have to come hat in hand on her knees begging him, before Kyle gave her another thrill. A grin spread across his face just thinking of what the moment would feel like. Glorious, that’s what.
It wouldn’t be enough. All the pleading he could make her do wouldn’t satisfy the pain aching in him. Kyle felt absolutely miserable and Hailey should have to pay for that. Leashing her to his bed and making her into his plaything wouldn’t do. No. Kyle wanted Hailey as vulnerable and exposed as him. Equal measure, that’s what he would demand if she ever came around looking for seconds.
If?
She would. She had to or he’d just made the stupidest mistake of his life and given her an out.
Which one sounds like realism, and which one sounds like desperate hope?
Cole’s obnoxious voice echoed in his head. That’s just what Cole would say too before he bust a gut laughing at Kyle. Not that he expected Cole to be all smiles when Kyle returned to the shop. Given how late he was, Kyle prepared to run the gauntlet as he bumped the Trans Am back into the parking lot, Kyle prepared to run the gauntlet.
* * * *
Cole breathed out slowly, glaring down the clock as it ticked one second off at a time. Thirty-two minutes and counting. That’s how late Kyle was getting back from lunch. For a man who had not once in three years been late to work or from lunch, it stood as a stark statement for just how far his friend had fallen.
Cole didn’t even hesitate to conclude that Kyle had ripped out of the shop to go be with his Pink Panty Lady. Kyle’s lunchtime hook-up wouldn’t have fazed Cole a bit if they didn’t have Coldwell’s Mustang due out the door in fifteen minutes.
Fifteen minutes. That’s how long Kyle had to get back and fix the final short. Why the stupid son of a bitch hadn’t taken the time to do that before he hauled for his pussy call, Cole feared he knew. Kyle had lost it.
Behind him the Mustang cranked but didn’t fire as Jacob and Aaron argued in a near frenzy to find the short Kyle already knew the location on. That’s just what he said before he left. He found the short and he’d fix it after lunch.
Thirty-five minutes. God help Kyle when Cole got a chance to have a word with him. Kyle could go solo in the bedroom if he wanted, but he was still a damn member of this team and they relied on him. This shit just wasn’t cool.
"I’m going to kill Kyle.” Cole meant it, too.
“Kill him after he fixes the short,” Aaron nodded to the window as a flash of red streaked past. “He just pulled up.”
Point taken because Cole surely did want to go out and greet his flighty business partner. Instead he remained rooted in his spot, along with Aaron and Jacob. All three of them waited, gazes locked in on the back door.
Whatever they expected, what crashed in hadn’t been on the list. Slamming through the metal door, Kyle sloshed in looking like he’d trudged through a rain storm that hadn’t darkened the sunny day. The shock held everybody but Aaron still.
“Holy shit, dude,” Aaron yelled, jerking forward. “You didn’t get in my car like that did you?”
“How the hell else was I supposed to get back here?” Kyle shot back.
“Son of a bitch.” Aaron caught the keys Kyle threw and rushed out the back door. No doubt he’d be returning soon as he got over his moment to carry on with Kyle. Cole didn’t have time. No time for Aaron’s shit, much less Kyle’s.
Slamming the meter into Kyle’s on-coming chest, Cole only had one thing to say. “You got ten minutes before Coldwell shows up.”
Brushing past him, Cole moved as far away from temptation as he could. Slamming into his office, he just glared down at the paperwork, unable to shake his anger. A part of him knew it was out of proportion to the incident. So Kyle had been late, once. Hell, Aaron was late routinely, and Jacob never knew what time it was.
The seething in his gut had nothing to do with the Coldwell’s Mustang and everything to do with the truth he had just seen in Kyle’s eyes. That bastard had fallen in love. It wasn’t jealousy that his friend might find happiness or might exclude Cole from it that had his muscles twitching with the need to punch something.
It was the sure knowledge that Kyle was going to get hurt. Hurt bad.
Chapter 11
Wednesday, May 7th
“Oh, shut up.” Hailey whipped the pillow out from behind her to smack Patton’s laughing ass in the face. “It’s not that damn funny.”
The hit toppled Patton over and almost sent her rolling off the plush edge of the couch. The convulsions of hilarity aided in her momentum, and they didn’t stop. Not even when Patton tried to smother them into the cushions.
Hailey should have known that would be Patton’s reaction to her confession. It had been nearly a whole week since Kyle disappeared in a snit. A whole week she held her silence. Using the excuse that Patton had her time filled with her three men, Hailey kept her misery to herself.
Now, though, she’d come to the point of breaking. Only two things would be happening in the next day. She’d either go totally insane with need, or she’d have give in and call Kyle. Neither represented an acceptable conclusion to Hailey. An alternative solution, that’s what she needed. It also happened to be Patton’s specialty.
Of course she’d have to wait for Patton to finish belting out the laughter. The very fact that Hailey opened herself up to this moment went to show how desperate she’d become. That didn’t mean she had to sit there and listen to it.
Leaving her best friend to ham it up on her own, Hailey marched into the kitchen in search of something to actually eat for lunch. Acting like she owned the place, she wrenched open the fridge door and began rifling around. Hailey helped herself to some yogurt, ignoring Patton as she came stumbling into the kitchen, still half drunk with amusement.
“Hey, grab me one of those.”
“I don’t know why I should.” But she did. Snatching a second container, she dumped both on the island as Patton slid into a stool on the other side.
“Because I’m a good friend and I’m going to help you with your problem,” Patton answered with absolute sincerity as she slid onto one of the island stools. “Given how big it is, I need sustenance.”
“I don’t have a problem, Patton.” Hailey slapped a spoon down beside the container Patton drew toward her. “I am having a full psychotic breakdown.”
“Oh, get over it.” The tin top to Patton’s yogurt splattered down on the counter as she dug in. “Kyle Harding is a hottie, and most women would be thanking God he’d taken such an interest in them.”
“That’s just my point,” Hailey retorted, n
ot about to be dissuaded from her position. “You know what Kyle’s reputation is. He’s easy.”
“Of course he is. He’s a man.” Patton laughed. “All men are easy unless they’re in love with another woman. You can’t hold that against him, Hailey. You have to give the man points because as far as the rumor mill has it, he’s been faithful to this relationship from the start.”
Hailey rolled her eyes at that. “I am not having a relationship with Kyle Harding.”
“Uh-huh.”
“The only reason I’m stuck on thinking about him is because that damn car is stuck in my garage.”
“Huh.”
“If being in a relationship with that ass means getting treated like some cheap as whore to be bought off and paid for with some rusted piece of shit, then I’d rather die a lonely.”
“Hmm.”
“And if he doesn’t come and get it soon, I’m going to have it towed over to the front of his shop and set it on fire.”
“Mmm.”
“Oh, will you shut up.” Hailey ripped the tin safety layer off the top of her yogurt and chunked it into the sink. “Do I need to remind you of what he said?”
“You mean what he said after you pissed him off enough to say it?” Patton nodded. “Yeah, I remember.”
“You’re taking his side?” Hailey gasped.
Patton shook her head, licking her spoon clean before responding. “I’m just saying be as mad as you want about him being a jerk. That doesn’t change the fact that he’s cornered you. You either have to go on being horny and grumpy or give in.”
“Give in?” The very idea had Hailey reeling. “Give in? That’s the advice I came all the way out here to get? I’ve suffered the humiliation of you laughing your ass off at me just to hear you tell me to call him up and what? Apologize? It’s been five days, Patton. I’m going to look pathetic.”
“Have you lost your fricken mind?” Patton gave her a look as if she had. “Does that sound like me at all? Call him? Please, Hailey. The last thing you do with a man like Kyle is cave. You need a plan. A better one than just sleeping with him.”
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