“Trouble has a nasty habit of finding me,” Kyle says.
“Doesn’t look like you’ve done so bad for yourself, bro.” Luke casts a glance in my direction, his mouth curving up into a smile.
“So, what do you do, Luke?” Gwen asks, resting her chin on her elbow as she leans on the table.
“I’m at college studying business, graduate next year.”
“He also helps me out at the office sometimes,” Kyle adds.
“You hoping to follow in Kyle’s footsteps?” Gwen continues.
“Hopefully. Runs in the family.”
“Awesome. Well your girlfriend is a lucky girl.”
“Don’t have a girlfriend,” Luke answers without hesitation.
“Even better.” She offers Luke a wink.
One corner of Luke’s mouth curves up into a smirk as he eyes her.
“Real subtle, Gwen,” Aaron shoots across the table, shaking his head, unamused.
She shrugs, a wide grin stretched across her face.
The conversations flow between us, although trying to get Aaron to speak is like trying to pull blood out of a stone, he continues to sit, arms folded across his chest. If looks could kill, Kyle would have been dead the second he set foot in the bar.
Kyle leans in to whisper into my ear. “Do you want to come back with me?”
He rubs my leg with his thumb, sending shivers through my body. I look up at him. A knowing smirk touches his lips as if he can sense the effect he has on me.
I bite my bottom lip to suppress a smile and I nod. “Okay.”
Kyle offers to drop Luke home, but he decides to stay, after we get out of the booth, Luke scoots around the table and takes a seat next to Gwen who shoots me a look, the gleam in her eyes telling me everything. We say our goodbyes and head out of the bar.
We walk hand in hand towards his car, just as we reach the passenger door, he spins me around and pins me against the car, pressing his hard body against mine, his hands sliding down to my ass, bring me even closer. I can feel his arousal against my stomach.
“Kyle! Someone might see us,” I yelp.
“Don’t fucking care,” he moans as his lips collide with mine, the kiss deep and rough. One of his hands grips the back of my neck holding me close to him, the other continuing to palm my ass.
My mouth opens slightly, and his tongue sweeps inside, tasting me. He lets out a deep groan when I run my hands through his hair, tugging slightly, the beautiful sound sending shockwaves of need through my body. My hands feel their way over his wide shoulders and down to his waist, tugging his body even closer. He grips my thighs and lifts me, my legs wrapping instinctively around his waist as he begins to rock gently against me, his crotch rubbing up against mine.
His mouth travels to my jaw and down to my neck. “Tried to stay away from you… but I can’t. I wanted to do right by you, you’re better off without me,” he pants against my skin.
“And what if I want you here, with me?”
He continues his beautiful assault on my mouth as he rocks against me harder, a whimper escapes my lips.
“Tell me you want me as much as I want you. Tell me I’m not the only one feeling this.” His lips graze against mine as he speaks.
“I want you.”
His mouth takes mine once more before putting me back on my feet and swinging me around to open the door. He sets me inside and shuts the door behind me. He slides in behind the wheel, his car comes to life with a roar.
∞∞∞
The journey to his apartment stretches on and on, the anticipation of what is to come heightening the ache that has been building between my thighs since Kyle arrived at the bar. I press my thighs together in an attempt to relieve some of the ache, which only seems to make it worse.
We crash through his door, my legs wrapped securely around his waist, my fingers tangled in his hair as he walks us into his suite. He kicks the door shut behind us and pins me against the wall, his mouth never leaving mine.
“You feel that?” he moans. I can feel how hard he is as he presses me further into the wall with his body. “That’s what you do to me.” His voice is thick with lust as he speaks. “Only you.”
I bring my hands to his shoulders, pushing his jacket off, letting it fall to the floor with a thud, next is his shirt which I peel over his head, exposing his firm, toned chest. I run my fingers over the ridges of his abdomen, weaving my way to his chest.
I plant soft kisses over his chest up his neck and his jaw as he walks us into his bedroom. He places me carefully down in the center of the bed, his knees planted between my legs as he hovers above me. He reaches for my jacket which comes off with ease, closely followed by the rest of my clothes until I’m left in just my underwear.
His hand snakes underneath me to unhook my bra, he drags the straps down my arms and tosses it to the floor. His mouth latches onto my breast, while his hand massages the other, rubbing his thumb over my hardened nipple.
My head falls back into the mattress, my eyes flutter closed as I get lost in the feeling of his mouth on me. He moves to work on the other breast, giving it the same amount of attention.
“Kyle,” I moan softly.
He brings his hand between my legs to rub my swollen, sensitive clit with his thumb.
I bite down on my lower lip to stifle a whimper. “Kyle, please,” I beg.
“What do you want, Hayley?”
“I want you inside me.”
Did that really must leave my mouth? A week ago, the thought of saying that out loud would have set my cheeks ablaze with embarrassment, just now,
