That little, stinking, son of a bitch hadn’t just gone to see Kitty Anne. He stayed with her. With her when he could have been here with Hailey, but she guessed after three porno-date nights, the idea lost its charm. She’d show him a loss of charm whenever he brought his cowardly butt home.
As if to echo the very grim and violent nature of her thoughts, Rachel’s cell number lit up Hailey’s phone. That couldn’t be good. Sparing Kyle a half-ass, fake smile, she straightened up from where she’d been curled into his side to answer it.
“Kitty just called.” Rachel didn’t even bother with a greeting. There wasn’t even a touch of sympathy in her tone as she droned on, causing Hailey to tense more with each word. “She says Cole just left her house with a promise to meet her at the motel tomorrow night.”
“Why am I not shocked?” But why was she hurt?
Rachel’s voice dropped into a conspirator whisper. “I’m getting really worried that this entire thing is about to go haywire. Are you getting any kind of weird vibes?”
Yeah, the sinking feeling she’d fallen in love with a complete asshole, which kept her mind focused on her own worries. “Did they already…” She couldn’t finish that painful thought.
“No.” Rachel’s mercy showed itself to be very hard. “I don’t know. I didn’t ask for details, but if you want them—”
“No.” Hailey’s gut answered for her a second before her heart got out its response. “Yes.”
“What? Which is it yes or no?”
“Yes.”
“Fine.” Rachel sounded disgusted. “I’ll get back to you tomorrow night, somewhere around seven. That’s should be when your heart’s breaking anyway, and I always love to kick a friend when they’re down.”
With that brutal goodbye, the line went dead, leaving Hailey to stare at the little device. Rachel had it wrong. Hailey’s heart already started to break. There would be no stopping it now unless Cole stopped it.
“What’s going on, Hailey?” That calm tone couldn’t hide the worry or the demand in it. For as soft as Kyle’s touch was as he brushed the hair back over her shoulder, she could feel the panic hiding in the moment. Maybe it wasn’t his. Maybe it was hers.
Swallowing down that grim thought, she dropped her phone back in her purse as she tried to roll over the magnitude of what just happened. “Nothing. Just Rachel with some gossip.”
“Why you lying to me, princess?” She hadn’t wanted to look at him, but the fingers sliding under her chin to turn her gaze to his left her no choice. “I can see it in your eyes, Hailey. Those beautiful, witchy eyes.” His thumb brushed over the circles so many sleepless nights had left on her cheeks. “There is pain there.”
Because all she had left were sleepless nights, except for this one with him. In so many ways, Kyle and Cole blended together, but they were not the same man. Kyle had the gentleness, the tenderness, and the loyalty. No wife of his would ever worry because his love consumed his world.
When he settled down, it would be to a life defined by nothing more than work and family. He’d need nothing more than that and want for nothing more. His wife would be one of the lucky ones, but it wouldn’t be her. She couldn’t build that life with him beneath the painful shadow of Cole’s betrayal.
“Hailey, you know you’re kind of worrying me right now. I’d really like you to tell me what’s going on.”
Letting out the breath she’d been holding, she leaned back across the couch to try and kiss his concern away. It didn’t work. With his hand still spanning her jaw, he barely let her get the softest of brushes before he lifted her lips back a fraction of an inch.
“Hailey?”
She didn’t want to talk about it. She didn’t want to try and work it out. She just wanted this one last night, this one last fantasy. “Make love to me, Kyle.”
That had him going still, and his gaze drilled into hers as he asked for the truth behind that request. “And would it be love, Hailey?”
“Yes.”
He groaned her name as his lips broke open over hers. Like the gentle whisper of brushed leather, his mouth pressed hers open, leaving her defenseless against his slow inspection. Instead of feasting, he savored, drawing her taste, her breath, her very soul into his body as he melted the whole world down to nothing more than his sweet exploration.
When his mouth finally lifted, the air that rushed in felt painful. She didn’t need air to live, she just needed his breath. Pressing in, this time she claimed his mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck to assure he had no retreat. Kyle didn’t seek any, but pulled her tighter to him as all the soft emotions gave way to the burning need that always lingered just beneath the surface.
With the hungry desperation of a person who knew the moment couldn’t last, Hailey clung to it. His arms scooped her up and in one smooth motion lifted her off the couch as he shoved up to his feet. Just like that, he carried her off to his bedroom.
* * * *
Kyle could feel the goodbye in Hailey’s kiss. The sensation wound around his heart, tightening it into a painful vise because he knew what that phone call had been about. It had started.
Hailey’s heart was breaking. He could feel the truth in the hungry desperation of Hailey’s kiss. She wanted to escape the pain.
No longer soft and pliant in his arms, Hailey’s inner savage reared its passionate head as her kiss became demanding, consuming, leaving no doubt that she wanted to possess more than just his body, but his very soul. She just didn’t understand she already owned it.
If she did, then tonight would have been a celebration instead of the beginning of all out warfare. Determined to be the victor and not the conquest, Kyle broke the kiss. He wouldn’t be dominated or rushed tonight.
Brushing back the hair from her face, he let her legs slip back down to the floor. The same hand that stroked over the softness of her cheek also held back muscles that flexed in her neck as she went to her tiptoes to find his lips.
“Relax, princess.” Kyle brushed a soft kiss over her lips. “Let me show you what it means to be loved.”
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With that, Kyle claimed Hailey’s mouth the way he intended to claim her body, with the delicate appreciation for the woman who had become his heart. With slow precision, he discovered and memorized all the different textures and flavors of Hailey’s kiss. She offered it all up to him freely, pressing into his body as her fingers clenched into a fist, pulling on his shirt.
No matter how much he wanted to linger, to savor every moment of their kiss, he couldn’t hold back that passion that always flamed out of control when they came together. The need to breathe was the lone thing that could break them apart.
The kiss ended with ragged, panting breaths as they stood there, clinging to each other. Kyle inhaled the intoxicating scent of cinnamon and feminine desire. It sank into his blood stream, pumping liquid lust through his whole body.
He fought back against the sudden rush of urgency, forcing his hands to loosen their grip and give him the ability to step back. She looked so beautiful with her swollen lips and eyes gone all soft and chocolaty. His savage princess. There was nothing more beautiful than the sight of her desire.
Holding her gaze, he reached forward to work each button down the front of her sundress free. One at a time, the little white buttons gave way under the blunt direction of his fingers. With each sighed release, another inch of the thin cotton dress relaxed open.
The pink lace of a bra brought an unexpected smile to his lips as it peeked out at him. “You wore underwear.”
Hailey licked her lips and offered him a tentative, almost uncertain smile. “Patton says underwear sets the mood.”
And Hailey hadn’t come here with her panties off to fuck. She’d come dressed in the delicate veil of sexy lingerie to make love. To him. Kyle pressed another kiss to her lips. A quick, soft brush that feathered off over her cheek and down the arrogant slope of her jaw.
The delicate muscles of her neck contracted b
eneath his lips, and he paused to chase the shivers away with a soothing lick. A nip of his teeth brought the tremors back. Flexing slightly into him, she whispered his name in a breathy plea for more. The husky caress warmed through his lust, rounding the edges with a need far greater than any physical desire.
They became addictive, those little whispers. He pulled them from her with the slow massage of his kiss over her shoulders. She almost purred as he rubbed his hair-stubbed cheek against her skin. He hadn’t shaved, and the rough caress left an angry red line for his lips to follow.
His chin bumped into the thick strap of her little, yellow sundress, and then dug into the velvet of her skin as he nudged the barrier over her shoulder. Tasting the blushing path of skin back over the gentle round of her shoulder led him to the thin, silky pink strap that remained as the last obstacle.
Clamping it in the vise of his teeth, Kyle tugged until the little plastic ring down the back gave way. Just like that, her bra strap floated down over the creamy slopes of her breasts, giving him an entirely new path to follow. Very sweet. He didn’t need the warming lotion to make the delicacy of her plump swell any more delightful. All he needed was her hands digging into his hair as she tried to force his kiss over the frilly lace cups that hid her most tender flesh. Kyle resisted the invitation, making her moan his name as he traced over the wispy curves of her bra.
“You’re as bad as Cole.” Hailey groaned that soft complaint out as his lips discovered the virgin territory of her other shoulder.
Kyle smiled at that, rubbing his cheek into the graceful curve of her neck until she shuddered and mewed. “Am I your king, Hailey?”
That got him a giggle—a rough, ragged one that peeled down over her labored breath. “You want me to call you sire now?”
Despite her teasing, Kyle took the comment to heart. Hailey wouldn’t be lightening this moment and making it safe. There could be no safety left for little Miss Hailey. He wanted her to be honest about what she risked with her games. That started with waiting for her big, cloudy eyes to finally blink open.
Hailey always closed her eyes during sex, and Kyle had begun to think it was a way for her to hide that last little part from him. He let it go, but not tonight. Tonight, he wanted her to look at him and know just how much he loved her. The way her lower lip rolled in and she swallowed assured him the message had been received.
“You know what I want, princess.” And he could only wish she’d finally give it to him.
“I thought you were going to show me.” Ragged with lust and tinged with fear, her barely-there voice matched the whirl of emotion in her beautiful eyes.
“If that’s what it takes, Hailey. Whatever it takes.”
He issued that promise against the curve of ear before making love to the fragile shell. Such a simple thing, and yet it made her crumble into him as her head curved to offer up the lush landscape of her neck for his feasting. Delighting in her rich flavor, Kyle took his time, treating her shoulder to the same teasing caresses he had its twin.
By the time he snapped her second bra strap with his bite, the urge to follow its sigh down the full breast panting against his chest became almost irresistible. Only a need deeper, one that pulsed straight out of his soul, overrode the boiling desires of his lust.
Stepping back, he let her dress fall to a puddle at her feet. Instead of ogling the body he ached for so much, Kyle waited through the second it took her eyes to finally lift back open. Only once their gazes caught and locked did he slowly go to his knees.
He thought she might give him what he wanted when she saw how much she needed, but Hailey’s expression only turned sad. “Kyle…”
He didn’t want to hear it. Whatever excuse or defense she’d come up with this time, it didn’t matter. Not to him. Wrapping his arms around her hips, he pulled her into the shelter of his body and just held on, not wanting to ever let go of the soft, smooth feel of her pressed against him.
Built so differently than him, his little princess tried so hard be tough and rugged, but these velvety curves betrayed her as sweet and delicate. A man just had to peel away the armor to find the most decadent of treats. It was a feast just for him, just for his hands. They spanned over her body, recording the feel of every inch of her rounded curves for fear this would be the last time he held her.
The muscles flexed beneath the satin of her flesh as thumbs slid into the graceful ravine of her spine and followed its path to the sweet dip at its base. With a moan, she arched and flexed, showing him the pleasure he gave her as his fingers lingered there, teasing her sensitive skin.
The musky scent of her desire thickened in the air around him, condensing into every breath he took and drugging him with the need for a taste. He rubbed that need out on the quivering mass of her stomach, trying to squelch it even as he flooded his system with the exciting aroma of cinnamon. There could be no escape for him because this need would never be vanquished.
Kyle felt helpless as his tongue snaked out, giving in to the roaring demand. Fanning down and over her stomach, he drugged himself on her intoxicating taste. Sweet and spicy, just like his savage princess. Only now the savage had been lulled into a thing of soft, mewing need.
Beneath his cheek, he could feel the soft pillow of her gently rounded stomach flutter and convulse as her hands dug into his hair and tried to press his lick lower. Over the indention of her belly button he paused despite the insistent push of her palms.
A gentle, nibbling kiss had her fingers digging, pressing him against her rubbing stomach in a demand for more. A plea that echoed out of her lips as she moaned his name. He’d have kissed her stomach for a lifetime if she’d only moan his name like that forever.
Her gasping sped up into pants as his kisses trailed lower. The scuff of his cheek left red streaks trailing in his wake. Lapping at the small wounds, he savored her taste and the soft feel of her stomach’s gentle curve. All the way down, his kisses trailed lower until his lips scraped over the crisp edge of her panties.
He teased her, nibbling his way along the elastic band. Resisting the insistent imploring of her hands, Kyle delighted in making her twist and arch each time his tongue slipped beneath the edge of her panties. Over the sexy dip of her waist, Kyle paused to tickle that delicate stretch of skin, reveling in the way she gasped and jerked back. Digging his fingers into the fleshy globes of her ass, he held her still as he tormented his delightful find.
Over and over, he scrapped his chin along the sweeping indention. Nibbling and licking the small red mark he left, Kyle felt the tremors roll down her legs and her body start to cave inward. Only with the help of his hands coming to brace her waist did his little princess stay on her feet.
Holding her quivering, mewing body in position, he snagged the pink band stretching over her hips. She stiffened and stilled as he tugged the edge of her panties down the bony outcropping of her hip, over the rounded flare of her thigh to bring them to a rest under the hard ridge of her knee. His hand made the same slow journey, catching the elastic band pinching into the middle of her other thigh to lower it down over her knee.
With a whoosh and a plop, the little lacy panties fell to the floor, leaving Kyle eye level with the sweet, rounded mound of Hailey’s pussy. Beneath the shadow, her pink, little lips had swollen and bloomed, giving him peeks of the delicate flesh hidden in her folds. It cried out to him, weeping slow streams of cream down the insides of her thighs as her voice quivered above him.
“Kyle?”
Slowly his eyes lifted, taking in the lush landscape he could call his own. His little princess bore the marks of his possession. The angry red streaks where he bruised her tender skin with his kisses and caresses made him want to growl, want to show all the world so everybody could know who her passion belonged to.
They would all see it as clearly as he did in the molten mocha of her gaze. Filled with want and need and thickened with love, that look belonged only to them, him and Cole. Nobody would ever see it, though, because it
only shined out when they came over her to claim their princess’s body.
Lowering his gaze back to where her bra clung to her breasts, Kyle reached up to snap the last clasp hiding any of her from him. With a pop, the feminine garment slipped back, revealing her swollen globes. Flushed with need, her breast ached so bad she strained forward, offering puckered tips to him. Kyle ignored the offering.
Instead he rolled his hand back down the trembling curves of her body until they hooked around her knees. In one smooth move, he lifted her into his arms even as he rose to his feet. Catching her gasp with his lips, he fed her the fiery passion of the lust boiling just beneath his calm surface. He got lost in the addictive flavor of her kiss and almost fouled up. Banging a knee into the mattress, he nearly dumped her onto the bed. He tried to cover the clumsy motion with an appearance of aggression by following her down.
It didn’t matter how hard he pressed her into the sheets, she still managed a giggle. “Smooth move, sire.”
He didn’t retreat from her challenge but assured her with his narrowed gaze he intended to show her just how smooth he could be. It started as he broke the clasp of the hand wound around his neck. Catching one tiny wrist in his broad palm, he turned into the fingers that he pressed against his cheek.
They slid down, tenderly cupping his jaw even as he pressed a kiss into her palm. He tasted the differences between the callused pads at the base of her fingers and the still soft skin that ran down their length until they curled, trying to catch his kiss.
Instead, he melted the strength from her bones. Her arms went limp beneath the inspection of his lips as they explored the smooth glide down to her elbow. A scrape of his teeth over the delicate stretch of skin had her muscles stiffening, contracting. Her moan turned into a soft murmur as he loved on the small wound, making his apologies even as he turned her arm so that his cheek could scrape along the side of her breast and turn those gasps back into more heated, husky sounds of need.
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