Hunter turns away and slams back his beer, breathing hard in between gulps.
Kyan runs his hands through his hair, breathing heavily, until his eyes land on me. His breathing slowly evens out and his eyes fill with pain, as he looks me over from head to toe like he hasn’t seen me in months.
I want nothing more than to run into his arms and hold him, but I don’t. I know that I don’t have the right to do that, but I want it more than anything.
Looking at Hunter, Kyan grabs his beer out of his hand and tilts it back, looking him in the face. Then he slams the empty bottle down onto the bar. “I know,” he says.
“What?” Hunters asks, looking his brother over.
“That I fell for Calla.” He turns to me and grabs my face, looking me in the eyes. “I can’t fucking stop thinking about you. I’ve tried so damn hard, but it’s impossible.” He brushes his lips against mine before tangling his hands into the back of my hair and gently kissing me.
Grabbing his arms, I kiss him back, smiling against his lips. My heart is racing so damn fast that it’s hard to catch my breath. His lips give me that familiar feeling of peace that I’ve been missing since the wedding. I have completely fallen for this man and this kiss confirms that he’s fallen for me too; at least I hope.
Pulling away from me, he rubs his thumb over my bottom lip while sucking his lip into his mouth. “I just needed some time to think and figure out shit in my head. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that it was too late. I’ve already given you my damn heart and I don’t want it back.” He leans down and smiles against my lips. “I want you,” he whispers.
“Thank fucking God.” Hunter grunts from beside us. “I’m going home.”
Stopping Hunter, Kyan reaches for his arm. “We’re not done yet, asshole. We have a lot of shit to talk about later. Alright, little brother?”
Hunter grins before leaning in to attempt to kiss my forehead. Kyan places his hand over his face, pushing him back. “No way. Your lips won’t be going anywhere near Calla for a while. A long while.”
A small laugh escapes me as I watch the brothers making up. They don’t need to say it aloud I can see it in their eyes. They may have their problems, but they love each other. It makes me want to go home and call Chrissy. It makes me miss her like crazy and want what they have.
Kyan apologizes to Dane and everyone, before turning back to me and pulling me against him. Swallowing, he pulls my chin up to look at him. “I’m sorry for being an idiot. If you give me a chance, I will make it up to you.”
Smiling, I bite his bottom lip and pull away. “You definitely have a lot of making up to do, Kyan Wilder.” I wrap my arms around him and press my face to his chest as he pulls me against him as closely as he can.
Being in his arms feels so insanely good that I really don’t want to think about the past or the future. All that matters is the present. I want this man and he wants me. That’s all I can ask for.
The sexy guy with a gym bag and firm ass . . . I never expected he’d be mine.
One month later . . .
OPENING KYAN’S DOOR, I let myself in and throw my purse down onto the kitchen island. Kyan asked me to throw on something fun and meet him here after the wedding. He sounded pretty excited on the phone, which only got me extremely excited.
“Kyan . . . get your sexy ass out here.” I shout. “I need to touch you before I go crazy.”
Kyan walks out of the bathroom rolling the sleeves to his black button down up to his elbows. Smirking, he walks over and grabs my hands, rubbing them over his chest. “Mmm . . .” He leans down and kisses me roughly on the lips, as if he’s been dying to kiss me all day. “You look damn sexy in that dress, baby.” He pulls my hands away from his chest and bites his bottom lip. “I can’t let you touch me too much right now or I’m going to end up fucking you all night instead of going out.”
He walks into the living room and bends down to pick up something from the table.
A huge smile takes over my face as soon as I realize what it is. I have been waiting for what seems like forever to hold this in my hands. I hurry over to him and snatch it out of his hands. “The book!” I shriek. My eyes widen as I look it over, flipping it back and forth, checking out my pictures on the cover. “It’s so beautiful. Wow. This is so cool, Kyan. I’m starting this book tonight. We might just have to hold off sex until I’m done.”
He snatches the book out of my hand and playfully starts kissing my neck, causing me to scream and laugh at the same time. “Stop it! Kyan . . .” I push at his chest as he continues to make me squirm. “That tickles. That tickles, stop.”
Finally, he stops and pulls my body against him. He wraps his hand into the back of my hair and looks me in the eyes. “I don’t think I can ever go a day without being inside you, Calla. You know that.” He raises a brow and motions with his head toward the book. “I will make love to you while you read it if I have to. Just imagine my extremely hard cock inside of you, pushing in and out while you read about this Blaine guy. I’ll be sure to remind you that the real thing is so much better. Don’t test me.”
I laugh and smile against his lips. I rub my thumb over his bottom lip just like he always does to me. “I’m going to hold you to that.” Reaching up, I kiss him gently before pulling away and getting ready to walk toward the door.
I feel a pull on my arm, stopping me. Kyan slowly moves to stand in front of me. His eyes look deep into mine as if he’s looking into my soul, burning himself into it, and ensuring that it will never forget him. “I love you, Calla.” He swallows. “I have for a while now. So fucking much.”
My heart literally skips a beat and the butterflies in my stomach go crazy as I realize what he just said. I’ve been longing to hear those words for what seems like a lifetime. I was seriously starting to go insane waiting.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him down to me and slam my lips against his. I kiss him so hard that it hurts my lips, but I don’t care. My emotions are going crazy and I don’t care if he sees. I want him to feel how much I have waited for these three little words.
“I love you, Kyan. I love you so much that it hurts in your absence.”
He rubs his thumbs over my face and smiles. “Nothing will never have to hurt with me, baby. I promise that.” He kisses me one more time, gently caressing my face, before grabbing my hand. “Let’s get downstairs so we can hurry back up to bed.” He smirks and bounces his eyebrows, being sure that I get what he means, as if it’s never clear with him.
This man is absolutely perfect and I love it. This is perfect . . .
WHEN WE GET DOWNSTAIRS TORI and Hunter start whistling and calling us over to a table in the back, as if we can’t see their crazy asses. They pushed two long tables together to make room for all seven of us: Kyan, Tori, Hunter, Dane, his beautiful wife, Olivia, and me.
I’ve met Olivia once before at the gym and she’s the sweetest little thing that you’ll ever meet. She’s just a little over five feet with long, black hair and big, kind, blue eyes. She’s so damn cute. I adore her already.
Tori immediately jumps to her feet and runs over to me, grabbing my arm. “Oh thank God you’re here. I don’t know how much longer I can look at Hunter without wanting to staple his mouth shut.” She makes a face over her shoulder in Hunter’s direction. “He’s so hot, but his mouth seriously needs some work.”
I roll my eyes and laugh as Hunter raises his drink and smirks. “My mouth can definitely work on you,” he teases. “It can work a lot of things.”
Tori reaches over to the table and throws a fry at his head. “You drive me crazy. I love food. I fucking love it, which means that I eat it, not throw it. Get what I mean, moron?”
I laugh against Tori’s shoulder as Hunter just shrugs, picks up the fry, and eats it before turning to talk to Dane and his wife.
Seeing Dane here makes me so happy. Kyan forced fewer hours on Dane and doubled his pay. Dane argued it at first, but is definitely enjoying
his time off from work now. Based on what Kylie says, he takes her out once a week for a romantic night with just the two of them. It doesn’t surprise me. Dane seems like the hopeless romantic. They got married a couple weeks ago and Tori and I had the honor of photographing it. I actually shed a few tears. I won’t lie.
Kyan comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me into him as him and Olivia chat over her next cover and how she wants me to photograph Kyan again. I’m so happy I can seriously scream right now. I have been waiting for her to ask for what feels like forever.
“I’ll do it!” I scream, scaring everyone at the table. I shrug and pop a fry into my mouth. “What? I can’t contain my excitement. You know that.” I lean my head against Kyan’s chest, completely satisfied, and smile as everyone goes back to their previous activities.
Watching Hunter get under Tori’s skin from across the table only makes the high that much better. She needs someone to annoy her just as much as she annoys me. Brad obviously wasn’t a match for her and she kicked him to the curb a few weeks ago. She’s been up mine and Kyan’s ass ever since, constantly asking about our sex life. I can’t take it anymore. She needs to get some before I stop having sex just to shut her up. Actually . . . I take that back. I can’t do that. Not with being in Kyan’s bed each night.
Olivia pulls my attention away from Tori and Hunter. Excitedly, I lean over and give her a hug, shaking her in my arms. Tonight is her night. This is about her and her book, and Kyan was so amazing to set this gathering up for her.
Releasing Olivia, she throws her hand over her mouth in excitement as Mya, one of the other bartenders, comes over and sets a small cake down on the table with Olivia’s book on it.
“Oh my goodness. I’m going to cry,” Olivia says behind her hand. “Thank you!”
She turns to Kyan and pulls him in for a hug, while pulling me in at the same time.
“It was all Calla,” Kyan says, while squeezing us.
“What?” I ask in surprise. “I didn’t even know the book was released.” I push his arm as he releases us. “You big softy. Awe.” Everyone else says awe at the same time, causing Kyan to roll his eyes and smile, while grabbing for his beer.
“Yeah. Yeah. Just eat up,” he groans.
I throw my arms back around him and mouth that I love him and he does the same in return before kissing me gently on the lips.
Things seriously couldn’t be any better than they are right this minute. I’m with my friends, the people most important to me, my sister is coming to stay next weekend, and I’m in the arms of the man I love.
I’m completely whole right now and I plan on holding onto this feeling for as long as I can . . .
The End
First and foremost, I’d like to say a big thank you to all my loyal readers that have given me support over the last couple years and have encouraged me to continue with my writing. Your words have all inspired me to do what I enjoy and love. Each and every one of you mean a lot to me and I wouldn’t be where I am if it weren’t for your support and kind words.
I’d also like to thank my special friend, Author of the Fate Series and editor, Charisse Spiers. She has put a lot of time into helping me put this story together. I’m lucky to have her be a part of this journey with me. Please everyone look out for her books. She has shown me so much support through this whole process and it would be nice to be able to return the favor. Her stories are beautifully written and something that the world shouldn’t miss out on.
My amazingly, wonderful PA, Amy Preston Rogers. She helped me from the very beginning of Thrust when it was just a thought in my head. Her support has meant so much to me.
Also, all of my beta readers, both family and friends that have taken the time to read my book and give me pointers throughout this process. You guys have helped encourage me more than you know. Bestsellers and Beststellars of Romance for hosting my cover reveal, blog tour and release day blitz. Hetty Whitmore Rasmussen has been a big part in making this happen. You all have. Thank you all so much.
I’d like to thank another friend of mine, Clarise Tan from CT Cover Creations for creating my cover. You’ve been wonderful to work with and have helped me in so many ways.
Thank you to my boyfriend, friends and family for understanding my busy schedule and being there to support me through the hardest part. I know it’s hard on everyone, and everyone’s support means the world to me.
Last but not least, I’d like to thank all of the wonderful book bloggers that have taken the time to support my book and help spread the word. You all do so much for us authors and it is greatly appreciated. I have met so many friends on the way and you guys are never forgotten. You guys rock. Thank you!
Victoria Ashley grew up in Rockford, IL and has had a passion for reading for as long as she can remember. After finding a reading app where it allowed readers to upload their own stories, she gave it a shot and writing became her passion.
She lives for a good romance book with tattooed bad boys that are just highly misunderstood and is not afraid to be caught crying during a good read. When she’s not reading or writing about bad boys, you can find her watching her favorite shows such as Sons Of Anarchy, Dexter and True Blood.
She is the author of Wake Up Call, This Regret, Slade, Hemy, Get Off On The Pain and Thrust and is currently working on more works for 2015.
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WALK OF SHAME
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Hemy ( #2)
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Cale (#3): Coming 2015
PAIN
Get Off on the Pain (#1)
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Something For The Pain: Coming 2015 (#2)
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