“Kyle,” I moan.
“Wanted you on my desk for so long,” he moans breathlessly.
I come, harder than I ever have before. I can’t contain my cry as my orgasm consumes me, spreading like a wildfire throughout my body.
Kyle’s thrusts become faster as he chases his own release. He comes hard, his groans echoing around the room, his cock pulsing inside me as he steadies. He collapses on top of me, his face in my neck.
“Fuck, Hayley,” he pants.
My ears begin to ring and the outer edges of my vision going black and fuzzy as I start to come down from the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced.
He begins to pull out of me slowly, I wince.
Kyle stops. “Did I hurt you?” he asks, concerned.
“No, I’m just a little sore.” Once he pull all the way out, I spin around to face him when a twinge between my legs has me tensing up slightly.
The colour drains from his face. “Fuck, I did hurt you.” He back away from me slowly. “Hayley, I’m so fucking sorry.”
“Kyle, you didn’t hurt me.” I reach for my clothes and begin getting dressed.
He sheds the condom, tossing it into the waste basket before doing his jeans back up and pulling his shirt back on.
I start to walk towards him but he back away further. His back hits the wall behind him, allowing me to reach him. I cup his face in my hands, forcing him to look at me. “Kyle, listen to me. You did not hurt me,” I repeat. “If you had, I would have told you. What we just did, was… incredible. Don’t ruin this.”
His eyes close and he exhales deeply. “I’m sorry. I’m just so scared of hurting you… like he did.”
“Kyle, I trust you, and I wanted it... I want you.” I step closer, my body flush against his. “You are not him, you are so much more. You are the man that makes my heart skip a beat, the man that makes me fall in love with him even more every single day. I know we’ve only known each other for almost two months, but you’re the man that I can’t imagine my life without,” I confess. “I love you.” I crash my lips to his, wrapping my arms around his neck. His arms snake around my waist, lifting me off the ground.
“I love you, too,” he says. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. How the fuck did I ever deserve you?”
Chapter 31
Hayley
“You see your dad lately?” My uncle asks as he mops the floor of the diner.
I tidy up the empty glasses and plates left on a number of tables and place them on the counter, ready to be washed.
Since that day at my house with Kyle and my dad almost a week ago, I’ve moved back home to be closer to him, to help him through all the counselling as much as I can. I’ve realised that I can’t abandon him through this, if I leave now, he’ll only get worse. He needs me by his side to help him through it.
I still haven’t fully forgiven him for what he did, but I’m getting there. We’ve spent many hours talking things over, my relationship with Kyle being the main topic of conversation.
“I forgot to tell you, I’ve moved back home now, I wanted to be there with him through all this. I went with him to see his counsellor, it seems to be going well, he’s meeting with a support group on Friday and then a couple more next week.”
“That’s great news. I’m happy that you two are speaking again.”
“Yeah, me too. We’ve been talking about stuff and he’s really been trying.”
“I’m glad to hear that.” He smiles. “Things okay between you and Kyle?”
“Things are perfect.”
“Excuse me, can we get the bill, please?” the man at the last occupied table asks.
“Of course.” I take him the check and he hands me the money as his family begin the get up and leave.
Uncle jack disappears in the back, taking the empty plates and glasses with him.
“Thank you. Have a nice evening,” I call as the family of four turn to leave. They were my last customers of the day. The door swings shut behind them.
“Uncle Jack, last customers have gone, I'm closing up,” I shout, as I make my way over to lock the front doors before returning to clear the table and wipe it down with my cloth.
I’m humming a tune from a song I heard on the radio this morning, when two arms wrap around my middle from behind. I smile. I know it's Kyle from the smell of his cologne, woody with notes of citrus drifting into my nostrils. He buries his face in my neck, in my hair, breathing me in, his warm breath making the hairs on my neck stand up.
“Hey.”
“Hi,” he says, tipping my chin back and leaning in, claiming my mouth with his. His grip tightens as he holds me closer to him. “I missed you.”
“You saw me this morning, remember? When you insisted you come all the way from the city just to drive me to work, a journey which usually only takes me fifteen minutes on foot.”
I didn’t expect to open my front door this morning to find him stood at the end of my driveway waiting to take me to work. He must have left before I’d even woken up just to be here on time. The way my heart leapt in my chest at the sight of him standing there with his arms folded across his chest, dressed in a tight white t shirt, a worn vintage brown leather jacket and faded blue jeans, his hair blowing gently in the breeze, his ankles crossed as he leant up against the small stone wall.
God, I love this man so much.
“I know, and I’ve missed you.”
I laugh softly. “I missed you too.”
