by Mia Ford
“You’re perfect, Allison,” he says, his voice rough.
His questing fingers find the hem of my shirt, and he tugs it up a little so he can run his fingertips over the skin of my waist. I shiver at the light touch, my mouth going dry. Then Kyle looks at me and his eyes are burning, a small smirk coming to his lips.
“But we’re not finished yet,” he promises.
Chapter Thirty
Kyle
I can feel the coarse material of Allison’s jeans on my legs, and the brush of the cotton of her shirt against my chest. It’s strangely arousing to know that she’s still fully clothed while I’m not wearing anything. I play with the hem of her shirt, and her breath catches as my fingers ghost over her skin.
I wrap my hands around her hips. My fingers are long enough that they stretch toward her stomach, sliding over the smooth skin there. Allison’s back arches and her head falls sideways as I carefully touch her.
“I need you to touch me more,” she says, her hair falling in waves off her shoulders.
“Then you need to get these fucking clothes off,” I reply.
I catch the hem of her shirt again and tug it upwards. She raises her hands above her head as I sit up, making her fall back into my lap, and I slide the material over her arms and head, throwing it carelessly to the side once it’s off. Then I reach around her, putting both arms around her shoulders to press her to my chest, and fiddle with the clasp of her bra, getting it caught before I manage to pull it free.
She pushes back and allows her bra to fall from her shoulders. It drops to the floor and Allison raises herself up onto her knees, her hands on my shoulders. She leans in to kiss me deeply, and I pull her in, our bare chests meeting. My hands are running down her back and tracing each dip of her spine, which arches and flexes under my touch.
“Touch me more,” she demands, groaning.
“Tell me where you want me to touch you,” I demand, running my hands down the dip of her hips and over her clothed backside. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“I want you to pull me over the edge,” she gasps as I lean in and gently bite on the soft skin of her breast. “I want you to make me forget everything but you, and then I want you to fuck me hard.”
A wave of fire bursts through me at her words. All I’ve wanted is for Allison to look at me, to only see me. And now, with Jesse out of the picture and nothing else to come between us, I hope that she’s finally looking my way with clear eyes, prepared to cast everything out of her mind other than me. My penis twitches in growing interest, and I run my hands down her front until I find the button on her jeans. I pop it own and drag the zipper down, feeling the soft cotton of her panties through the fly. She gasps, arching toward me, at the contact.
I wonder if this is how she felt only moments ago, knowing that my pleasure was in her hands, and that I was reacting solely because she was touching me. Now it’s my turn to watch the way her eyes roll back; groans bursting from her throat as she writhes on my lap, sending sparks of pleasure.
“Do you want more?” I ask huskily.
“Yes,” she groans, her eyes closing as she concentrates solely on the feel of my hands on her.
I push her back, toward the arm of the couch, pushing her jeans down over her hips. She raises her hips off the couch as I hover over her, and I slide the material over her legs, feeling the smooth, shaven skin beneath. I wrap my hand around one of her ankles and press a soft kiss to it, my eyes rising to meet her as she watches me with bated breath.
She’s only wearing her panties, now, and they’re already wet with need.
“Take them off,” I say, my voice rough.
She groans but hooks her fingers in the hem of her panties, dragging them down. She curls up to take them off and, as soon as she drops them to the ground, I push her back, looming over her as she lands on her back, staring up at me.
“Can you feel me now?” I ask.
“I can feel all of you,” she replies, panting.
My erection is swiftly tightening as I look at her, running my eyes over her bare hips and the curve of her breasts. She lying here, waiting for me to touch her, and I swallow past my dry throat.
Allison hooks her ankle around my legs and pulls me closer to her, slowly anchoring me to her as her body arches toward mine, seeking the feel of my skin. I press close and brush my hands up the lines of her body, my eyes never leaving hers. Her breath catches when my hands brush the skin of her throat, but I don’t linger. Instead I slowly trace the line of her jaw and press a finger to her lips. Her tongue darts out to taste my skin.
Fire is burning lazily around us. We’re not moving quickly anymore, not trying to rush through anything. I slowly rest my weight on Allison, bracing my elbows on either side her, and her legs wrap around my waist, our groins meeting as she grinds against me.
“You’re perfect,” I whisper. “I want to know every part of your body.” I slip my finger past her lips, which wrap willingly around the digit, sucking lightly. Sparks fly through my body. “Suck my fingers so I can touch you inside, and explore every inch of you so I can fuck you.”
She groans around my fingers, and opens her mouth so I can put two more in. Her tongue winds around them, coating them with saliva, and I’m so hard again that it’s almost impossible to think. Eventually, I pull my fingers away, panting, and tug her into a rough kiss.
When we part, she smiles up at me, her eyes expectant. I slide down her body, pushing her legs apart so I can sit comfortably between them. Her legs fall open, and I see her wet vagina, twitching and waiting. Heat flares in me as I remember eating her out, tasting her.
I circle one of my wet fingers around her entrance, and her hips buck with a groan.
“Do you like that?” I ask in a low voice.
“Yes,” she groans.
“Do you want more?”
“Fuck, yes!”
I slide my finger inside her up to the knuckle, and Allison throws her head back, gasping for breath. I crook my finger, slowly thrusting it in and out of her.
“More!” she demands, her hands reaching up to grip my shoulders.
“Greedy,” I tease.
I slip another finger in her and, when her hips start to jerk down frantically, I push the third in. I twist them inside her, bending them, until she lets out a low groan, her entire body shuddering, as I press her sweet spot. I watch in fascination as she comes undone beneath me, her body greedily sucking my fingers in.
“Fuck, Allison, I wish you could see how your body is pulling me into you,” I groan. “Do you need more than this?”
“I need more,” she agrees immediately, her fingers clenching on my skin.
I roughly thrust my fingers back in, again and again, picking up speed. Allison’s eyes are closed, and her hips jerk down on my hand, sobbing gasps being pulled from her throat as she writhes, needing more than what I’m giving her.
“Please,” she begs.
“Please what?” I ask, leaning down to press a kiss to her shoulder, and then biting lightly.
“Fuck me,” she cries. “God, please, just fuck me already!”
My body twitches at the demand. I’m not going to be able to hold back for much longer, either. I need her just as much as she needs me, and I need to be inside her now. With a choked gasp, I pull my fingers from her body, and she groans at the loss, her shakes trembling.
“I’m going to fuck you hard,” I promise, lining myself up as her legs fall open even further, inviting me in.
I slide into her, and it’s suddenly hard to breath. She’s so hot and tight that black spots are already dancing across my vision, and my heart is beating so frantically that it feels like it’s trying to burst from my chest. I pause, panting, trying to control myself.
Bit by bit I slide into her, pushing myself past her tight muscles, until I’m buried deep inside her. Her nails are embedded in my shoulder, and she’s panting, too, her eyes closed tightly as she gets used to the sensation.
“Fuck me,” she says.
My breath catches and I pull out before slamming back inside her, both our bodies jolting. I set a fast pace, her hips jerking down to meet my thrusts, moving as one as I slide in and out of her, the only sound being our harsh breaths and the slap of our skin meeting. I can feel sweat on my brow, and her nails are becoming painful now.
“More, harder,” she pants.
I reach up to pull her hands off my shoulders, wrapping my fingers around her and pressing her palms down beside her head. Her hands clench around mine, and her body is constantly moving, her chest heaving, her heart pounding, her body trying to meet mine. She’s gasping and sobbing, and I thrust deeply inside her, wanting to feel everything, wanting to feel how tight she is around me.
The heat is building, and I choke on it, trying to breath. But it blazes higher and higher, until I lose my grip and, with a shout, I release deep inside her. I feel her shudder too, crying out something, and my vision whites out for a moment.
When I come to, I’m still hovering over Allison. We’re both breathing harshly, and she slowly shifts sideways. I pull out of her and collapse down behind her, wrapping my arms around her as she turns to face me.
Slowly, Allison lays her head on my chest, trying to catch her breath. My arms are securely around her, keeping us both from falling, and I feel her eyes flutter closed from the faintest brush of her eyelashes against my skin. Our legs are tangled together, and the way our skin presses against each other feels intimate and full of promise.
I bury my face in her hair and breathe in. She uses some sort of floral shampoo, I notice dimly. It smells nice. It reminds me of every other time I’ve been close enough to take in her scent. I tighten my arms around her.
“Not going to run off on me tomorrow, are you?” I ask.
It was meant as a joke, but it comes off sounding more serious than I meant it to. Allison stiffens slightly in my arms and then raises her head.
“No,” she says after a long moment. “Unless you want to kick me out.”
I chuckle. “No, I don’t.”
Allison smiles up at me. Her bright, blue eyes are calm and happy, and her whole body is relaxed against mine. She takes in a deep breath.
“Want to watch a movie?” she asks.
“Sure,” I agree.
But neither of us move. There’s a part of me that doesn’t want to let go of her, half-frightened that she’ll disappear on me the moment I do. She doesn’t seem to want to move either; she doesn’t even twitch to allow me to get up and find something to watch.
“Your pick,” Allison reminds me with a yawn.
“You’re laying on me,” I tell her. “I can’t get up.”
“That’s a shame,” Allison says, though her tone is insincere. “Guess we can’t get up, then.”
“Guess so,” I say with a smile.
We fall silent, lying quietly together for long moments. It’s nice and comfortable, and I don’t feel the need to break the silence at all. I’m content just being here, with Allison.
“Hey, Kyle?” Allison asks after a while.
“Hmm?” I reply, sleeping and content.
“I’m sorry I messed around with you so much,” Allison says quietly.
I hesitate, thinking this through. Then I sigh and smile slightly.
“You had a lot on your mind,” I reply. “Though I wish you could have trusted me enough to ask for help.” I snort. “I get why you didn’t; we still barely know each other.”
“Yeah,” Allison sighs. She makes a face. “But I should have just asked you from the beginning. You and your friends are efficient. Is your detective friend part of the club?”
“Yeah,” I say. I laugh. “You wouldn’t believe it if you met him, though. He’s not as rough as the rest of us. I’ve never asked him why he joined. I should, one day. His “friend”, on the other hand, she’s as rough as you get. Sometimes we joke that she should be the one in the club.”
“What sort of person is she?” Allison asks curiously.
“Argumentative,” I say immediately, laughing at the memory of the last public argument Alex and Hayley Reed had in the bar. “She’s nice to everyone, except Alex.”
“And they’re friends?” Allison asks doubtfully.
“Well, we all think they’re fucking,” I say casually.
Allison snorts, a smile spreading across her face. I grin, glad to have dissipated the solemn air around her.
“I’d like to meet some of these people,” she says, smiling as she presses a soft kiss to my shoulder. “I want to thank Alex, too.”
“I’m sure he’d appreciate that,” I say. I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re beautiful, Allison.”
She flushes. “Thanks.”
“I’m serious,” I tell her. “Jesse was an idiot to let you go.”
“More like I’m the idiot,” Allison groans. “How could I have dated him for two years without having any idea about what sort of person he was?”
She rubs her neck. The bruises look painful, and I scowl at the sight of them.
“I really thought I knew him,” she adds quietly. “And then I found out he could do something like try and kill me. I really am stupid.”
“You couldn’t have known,” I say instantly. “I’m glad you didn’t figure it out when you were with him.”
Allison shudders at the thought. “I probably wouldn’t even be here.”
I grimace at the thought.
“He’s gone now,” I say. I press a kiss to the top of her head. “And you’re here, in my arms, instead. Jesse can get fucked.”
“Thanks to you, he’s going away to prison,” Allison says with a small smile. “He kept calling you a mountain; I think your height intimidated him.”
“Good,” I say, laughing.
Allison curls up against me. I smile and hold her close. She’s so beautiful. I’m lucky to have her here with me.
“I love you,” I say without thinking.
Allison’s head shoots up, her eyes wide. I wonder if I should kick myself, but then I shake my head. It’s the truth. I’ve thought about it a lot since Allison broke up with me, and I know this is the way I feel.
“I fell in love with you almost from the moment I saw you,” I tell her softly. “I knew I wanted to keep you safe, and that I wanted to be by your side. Jesse fucking around with you just gave me an excuse to do that.”
Allison stares at me. I can’t tell what expression is on her face, and my chest tightens.
“I missed you,” she says finally. “So much. I thought about you constantly, wondering what you were doing and how you were, and I complained to Jacqui when I hadn’t heard from you since the break-up, even though it was my own fault. I felt lonely when you weren’t there. This… It feels so big and terrifying, but…” Her face relaxes into a smile. “I think I’m falling in love with you, too.”
I wrap my arms tighter around her and bury my face in her hair, taking in a shuddering breath. She clutches back at me, pressing herself against my chest. It’s so perfect that I can’t even find the words.
Somehow, despite everything that happened, Allison is here, in my arms, and she’s safe. That makes everything worth it.
Epilogue
Allison
One month later…
I hear the roar of Kyle’s motorbike and I drop my pen, grinning, as I walk over to the window. I’m just in time to see Kyle pull up in front of the apartment, swinging his leg over the bike and stretching. I see Mr. Hudson from across the road leaving through the door, and I can’t help but laugh at the scandalized look the old man gives Kyle and his bike.
Then I push myself away from the window before Kyle sees me. He’ll tease me if he realizes how excited I am, so I sit back at the table, pick up my pen and concentrate on the assignment in front of me.
Barely t
wo minutes later, my door opens, and I look up to smile calmly at Kyle.
“Hey,” I say to him, then glance at the clock. “You’re early.”
“Brooks let me off early,” Kyle says with a grin. “You ready?”
I’ve been ready for an hour. I clear my throat and look away from the knowing look in his eyes.
“Let me just finish this page,” I say, gesturing at my book. “I need to read this for Monday.”
Kyle glances at the page filled with tiny typeface and raises his eyebrows. “Have fun with that.”
I laugh. Where before, after the entire mess with Jesse and while we were still trying to figure out where we stood, we hesitated to tease each other about our work and training; it pleases me to see Kyle joking about my coursework being above his understanding. I’ve told him over and over again how much I appreciate what he does with his life, and how amazing he is.
Maybe it’s finally sinking in that, despite our vastly different personalities and lives, I want him anyway.
“I swear,” Kyle says, rolling his eyes. “Every time you tell me you’ve finished an assignment, another one comes to take its place the next day.”
“Don’t I know it,” I say dryly. “You try living through it.”
“No thanks, brainiac,” he teases. “I’ve done my time. It was hard enough going through Brook’s traineeship and doing my certification in that. Though that might be because Brooks never let me sleep.”
“How’s he doing, anyway?” I ask.
One week ago, Brooks fell down and broke his leg. I still remember the panicked phone call I got from Kyle when it happened. Even though the circumstances were bad, I couldn’t help but feel pleased that Kyle was coming to me in his time of need. It was about time I got to help him for a change.
“He’s fine,” Kyle says with a shrug. “He keeps hobbling around the garage, telling me everything I’m doing wrong. I swear, the old man comes in every day just to annoy me. He doesn’t even do anything useful.”
