by Mia Ford
“I’ve already pulled you over twice,” I purr. “Can I do it a third time?”
Kyle groans.
“Fuck, yes,” he gasps.
I rub my hands over his chest and sit up, straddling his hips like I was doing earlier. But, this time. I’m not teasing and playing games. I lean down and nip and suck at his skin, feeling his erection behind me beginning to perk up in interest at my actions.
I’m not rushing. There’s a quiet, gentle heat sweeping through me. I want to feel every bit of this. I don’t want to just fuck Kyle in a frenzied heat, thrusting against each other until we’re forced to release. I want to feel him sliding in and out of me as our hands explore each other, slowly getting to know everything about our bodies and how they’re connected.
I want…
I want…
I don’t really know what I want. Other than Kyle. I want Kyle so badly that it’s like an aching need in my chest. Kyle, who tried (though, perhaps, not very hard) to push me away despite his own aching erection, not sure if I really wanted him in that alley. Kyle, who ran through the rain last night to warn me about Jesse, just because he was scared. Kyle, who followed me home because he doesn’t trust the police to protect me.
“I don’t need you to protect me,” I’ve told him.
And I don’t. Why do I need protection against Jesse? He’s a fool. There’s no need for Kyle to be hanging around. I should tell him to leave and never come back.
But I don’t. I can’t.
There’s something that draws me to Kyle, I realize as I slowly gyrate my hips on his. His earnestness and his desire to protect, even his rough yet awkward exterior, they’re all part of the reason why I let him in last night, and why I allowed him to stay for my party tonight. Maybe they’re part of the reason why it annoyed me so much when Paige looked at Kyle like he was something she wanted when I was the one that wanted him first.
She saw what I saw first, his amazing muscles and strong arms. She wanted his body, which is exactly what I wanted when I first met him.
Now I just want him.
“I want to feel you,” I whisper to him. “Every part of you.”
“Fuck…” Kyle says in reply.
His hands grip my hips, and I can feel his erection, hard and weeping again. His body is tense beneath mine, and his breaths are panting in his throat. When I lay a hand over his chest, I can feel his frantically beating heart. He wants me just as much as I want him. He’s here, with me, because this is the place we both wanted to be.
“Do you want me?” I ask, thrusting my hips down against his.
“Fuck, yes, yes,” Kyle says, groaning underneath me.
I lift myself up on my knees, and he looks up at me. Our gazes connect, and I’m lost in the depths of his green eyes, which are so intense that I can’t tear myself away. His hands loosen on my hips and he gently guides me back so I can line myself up against him.
I slowly sink down on his erection. The tip breaches me, and my breath catches in my throat. This all somehow feels even more intimate than before. I can feel his body struggling, but he doesn’t move, waiting for me to do so first. I draw in a deep breath and push myself down, bit by bit, feeling his skin sliding against mine. I can feel every bump and line of him as he slowly enters me, and I almost sob when I’m sitting flush against his hips. It’s so overwhelming.
“Shit,” I moan. “This is so…”
I can’t even think of the words as my brain stumbles to a halt. His hands are still on me and, if I can concentrate, I can feel his callouses, feel the way they catch on my skin. My thighs clench and unclench, and there’s sweat on his brow as he forces himself to wait for me.
“Ready?” I ask him.
“Yes,” he groans. “Fucking go.”
I slide myself up, raising myself on my knees once more, and then back down. It’s slow and sensual, every part of me meeting every part of him. My eyes flutter at the feeling and I’m anchored only by the touch of his hands gripping my hips, guiding me.
He thrusts up to meet my hips circling downward, but it isn’t hard or rough, as though he’s understood what I want and is helping me. Or perhaps he wants it too, to feel the two of us together in a way that lets us feel everything.
I slide up and down. My legs are trembling, and violent sparks are crossing all over my body, but I’m not ready to give this up yet. I want to feel more. Kyle is trembling as well, but his hands are firm, even as I falter when we find my g-spot, pleasure rocking me. His erection is hard and swollen within me, as the walls within my vagina caress him, and I know neither of us is going to last much longer. We’re already too overwhelmed from before, our bodies tired and being forced through one last effort because neither of us wants to let go.
“Kyle…” I gasp.
His fingers tighten on my hips.
“What do you need?” he asks huskily.
I lean down to kiss him, thrusting down on his hips in a different position that makes us both groan, our breath mingling together as our tongues lazily dance.
“You,” I say against his lips.
He thrusts up into me, and my body jolts, warning me that we’re at the limit now. So I let go; it’s enough for now.
Our movements become jerkier as our thrusts speed up. We’re chasing, now, the pleasure that will rock us both, pushing us over the edge and into relief. I thrust downward and he thrusts up, our hips meeting each other. His erection hits my g-spot, and I can hear my own, ragged breath in my ears as I sob out each breath, needing and wanting and aching.
I think his name spills from my lips, but I can’t hear it over the rushing in my ears as I rut against him, barely strong enough to lift myself any longer. His hands tighten around my waist and he helps me. Then the walls of my vagina tighten and I feel a cry ripping from my throat as my world goes white once more.
When I blink my eyes open again, I’m lying on top of Kyle’s heaving chest. His arms are around me, and I feel oddly safe, as though nothing in the world can touch me.
I don’t need protection, a tiny part of my mind tries to say.
“Shut up,” I slur lazily.
“What?” Kyle asks with a yawn.
I look up at him with a smile. “Nothing. Let’s go to bed.”
“Bed sounds fucking good right now,” Kyle says with a rumbling chuckle.
I lift myself off him with some difficulty. My limbs have turned into jelly, but I can’t say I care right now. My body is aching pleasurably, and I collapse on the right side of the bed with a quiet hum. I feel him laying down beside him and I unconsciously scoot closer to him, wanting to be near the warmth and security he offers.
I remember my worries about tomorrow. Suddenly, though, I can’t care about that. Tomorrow will bring whatever it does.
Right now, I just want to lay here and pretend that I can bask in this comfort forever.
Chapter Fourteen
Allison
My head is pounding.
“Ow…” I groan.
How much did I drink yesterday?
I can feel movement in the bed. Someone is getting up. Kyle… It would be Kyle because I invited him to my bed and we had sex again. Is he leaving again?
My heart stutters in my chest and my breath catches. I don’t want him to sneak away, not like last time. My hand shoots out and brushes against warm skin. I open my eyes a little. I can see his wrist right in front of me, and I grab it.
“Allison?”
“Don’t go,” I groan piteously.
For a moment I think he might ignore me. Then he chuckles.
“I wasn’t leaving,” he says. “My head is killing me. I was going to get some aspirin. Do you want some?”
That sounds absolutely heavenly right now.
“Yes,” I say with feeling, forcing my eyes to open a little more.
Kyle’s face swims into focus. He’s smiling slightly as he slides his jeans on, not bothering to put his boxers back on.
“I’ll be back,” h
e promises.
It sucks that he’s in better condition than I am when I know he drank more than I did. I groan again and collapse back against my pillow. Why do I do this to myself?
When I open my eyes again, Kyle is back into the room. He’s still wearing only his jeans, and I appreciate the view as he approaches. He’s holding a glass of water in one hand and two pills in the other. It occurs to me that he must have rummaged around in my kitchen to find either, but I find that I don’t care about that right now as I sit up, wincing at a particularly harsh thump in my head.
“Here,” Kyle says, sitting on the side of the bed and offering me the water and pills.
This all feels oddly domestic. I suppress a smile at the thought.
“Thanks,” I say.
I swallow the pills and drain the water in a few gulps, which soothes my dry throat. I sigh in relief and hand him back the empty glass.
“They should kick in soon,” Kyle says, setting the glass on the table.
I stretch my arms over my head. The sheet falls and it’s only then that I remember that I’m buck naked under the covers. Kyle’s eyes dart downward and he flushes before he looks away.
“Uh, I’ll give you some privacy,” he says.
My hand is on his arm before he can get up. I’m a little surprised at my own boldness. But does it matter? He and I have slept together twice, now. He’s already seen my whole body. It’s not like my naked breasts are anything new.
On top of that…
I remember Jacqui pulling me aside last night, right before she left. Her hand was on my shoulder, and she leaned in to whisper in my ear so that no one else can hear.
“I see that look in your eyes,” she’d said, her eyes gleaming. “Go for it, and don’t let him go this time.”
Somehow…I really don’t want to let him go.
“It’s fine,” I say nonchalantly. “Give me a minute and I’ll get up. Are you hungry?”
His stomach rumbles and he smiles sheepishly. He’s still carefully keeping his eyes angled away, I realize.
“Yeah,” he admits.
“I’ll make breakfast,” I say with a nod.
I yawn and sit for a moment, waiting for the pounding in my head to dim until it’s more manageable. Then I get out of bed, uncaring of my own nakedness. Kyle’s eyes bug out and he quickly looks away, much to my amusement. Who would have thought that big, rough biker Kyle would be so easy to tease?
I find a robe on the ground and I slip it on, cinching it around the waist. Only when I’m covered does Kyle dare to look back, and I resist the urge to tell him that I want him to look.
Far from my concerns the night before, I find that I don’t regret anything that happened yesterday. At some point last night, I came to the startling conclusion that I wanted Kyle. My reaction to Paige’s interest told me everything I needed to know.
I don’t know where this is going to lead me. But I know I’m interested in trying to find out.
“I’ll make some toast,” I say cheerfully. “Unless you want cereal?”
“Toast is fine,” Kyle says, clearing his throat.
He follows me into the kitchen.
“Can you grab some bread?” I say, flicking the switch on the kettle.
It boils quicker than I expect, and I realize that Kyle must have boiled it while he was out here looking for aspirin. I smile appreciatively.
“You make the toast, I’ll make the coffee?” Kyle offers.
“Sounds like a plan,” I say, taking the bread from him.
I hum as I work. I feel relaxed and happy, which is vastly different from how I felt with Jesse. I’m okay with everything that happened last night. And I’m more than okay with wherever we go next.
“Do you have work today?” I ask him.
“Uh…not until Monday,” he answers. “I don’t work on the weekends.”
I grin. This is even more domestic; making breakfast together and talking about our day, as though we’ve been together longer than a couple of days. Jacqui would squeal if she could see us.
“What are your plans?” Kyle asks after a moment, following my example.
“Not much,” I say with a shrug. “I have some assignments I could be working on, so I might do that. Otherwise, I think I’ll just hang around at home. What will you do, since you don’t have work?”
“Probably do some grocery shopping,” Kyle says with a grin. “Maybe hang around down at the bar with some friends. Maybe try not to get so drunk that I end up at your doorstep at two o’clock in the morning again.”
“Two-thirty, actually,” I correct with a laugh. “I’d appreciate that.”
Kyle finishes stirring the coffee and several pieces of toast pop up in the toast. It occurs to me that we’re ignoring the elephant in the room. Despite how happy I am, I think we really should talk about it.
“So… I should probably apologize,” I say. “For throwing myself at you again.”
Kyle coughs. “It’s okay. I wasn’t arguing.”
I laugh at this. “I noticed. But, I also remember that you weren’t really expecting it so…sorry.”
“Do you remember everything?” Kyle asks curiously.
“Most of it,” I admit. “There are a few things that aren’t clear, but I remember definitely wanting you very badly.”
Kyle’s lips quirk into a smile.
“Same,” he says.
He stirs the dark liquid in one of the cups and slides it over to me. I take it gratefully and sip at the dark liquid, humming as it slides down my throat and warms me up. There’s nothing like a cup of coffee to make my head feel better in the mornings, especially if I have a hangover.
Though it doesn’t make my stomach feel much better. I grimace as it rumbles, threatening mutiny if I don’t allow it to calm down, so I regretfully set my cup down again, resolving to nibble on some toast until I no longer feel like I’m going to throw up.
“Look, I really didn’t mind,” Kyle says after a long moment, and I look up, blinking at him. “Ever since the other night…I haven’t been able to get you out of my head.”
I slowly butter the toast and put it on a plate, bringing it over to sit between the two of us. He picks up a slice and bites into it, glancing back at me.
“You’ve been on my mind a lot, too,” I admit.
Kyle chuckles. “Both times we’ve had sex, I’ve been a little drunk. You too.” He slants a sideways look at me, his eyes intent. “I wouldn’t mind giving it a try while we’re both sober.”
My breath catches and my heart thumps. Talking about it like this makes it seem like more than just the one-night-stand it was before. Even last night could be explained away by a myriad of different factors. But now, it’s something more, something that neither of us can quite put our finger on, but we both know it’s different and that we want more out of it.
I control myself and push away, a piece of toast in my hand.
“You might have to buy me dinner first,” I say with a smile.
Kyle laughs and turns so he’s leaning back against the table.
“Might?” he asks.
“Might,” I confirm with a wink. “I might be interested in skipping that step with the right persuasion.”
Kyle grins and steps forward. “And what sort of persuasion are you looking for?”
I lean back against the other side of the kitchen counter as he comes toward me, feeling an odd sort of thrill. I know what I’m doing, we both know what we’re initiating, and we both want it.
“I don’t know,” I say as he draws closer. “Why don’t you try something and see if it works?”
He leans in closer, his hands reaching out to grip the counter on either side of me, trapping me within his arms. He isn’t quite touching me, but I can feel how close he is, and my body arches toward him, aching to be touched by him again.
“Does this work?” he asks.
I grin.
“Maybe,” I say.
He laughs, the sound deep a
nd powerful. He leans in closer, his nose just barely brushing against mine.
“What about this?” he asks.
“A little closer,” I whisper.
He leans in. I can feel his breath on my lips, his heated body brushing against mine. I close my eyes, waiting for our lips to meet…
A loud knock sounds at the door, and we spring apart like startled cats, disoriented and confused by the suddenness of the intrusion into our world. My heart is racing for two different reasons now, and I adjust my robe, flustered.
“Allison!”
I groan at the high pitched whine, rubbing the bridge of my nose.
“Damn it,” I mutter.
“Who is it?” Kyle asks with a frown.
“It’s Mrs. Phillips,” I say with a sigh. “She lives next door.”
Kyle runs a hand through his hair. “She has the worst fucking timing.”
“Tell me about it,” I groan. “But I better see what she wants, or she’ll be knocking all day.” I glance at him. “Uh…would you mind staying out of sight? Only, she’s a horrible gossip…”
“Got it,” Kyle says with a nod, disappearing into my bedroom.
I sigh and head to the door. I’m annoyed and bereft of the attention that I thought I was about to receive from Kyle. As such, I open the door a little harder than I meant to, and the smile I give the old woman on the other side is hard and sharp.
“What can I do for you, Mrs. Phillips?” I ask as politely as I can manage.
The old woman scowls at me, not cowed at all.
“You and those friends of yours were ridiculously loud last night,” she scolds. “You didn’t even tell me you were having a party!”
Someone, give me patience.
“I did, Mrs. Phillips,” I say. “I told everyone on Tuesday night.”
Mrs. Phillips huffs, not looking convinced.
“Then there’s that motorcycle down in the alley beside the building,” she exclaims. “It’s been there all night! Allen saw it on his way to work and asked me about it, but of course, I have no idea. I don’t associate with that riff-raff. I’m sure no one here does.”
I feel my eye twitch. This is too much. Not only does she interrupt Kyle and I, but now she’s insulting him? Granted, she probably doesn’t realize that she’s insulting someone that I know, but I find that I’m too irritated to care about that.
