I quickly retract my hand. “Kyle, I’m sorry we can’t be in each other’s lives. Chris won’t have it. I’m sure you understand why.”
Kyle’s gaze drifts out to the backyard, his eyes glazing over. “Of course I understand,” he says, voice lifeless.
I stand, knowing that, if I don’t get out of here soon, I will lose my resolve. “I better get goin’. Thanks for the coffee.”
We walk to the front door in silence. Iamglad I came. Knowing Kyle is in contact with his doctor puts me at ease. Although it doesn’t seem like he has anyone else he can turn to and that saddens me.
Kyle opens the door, and I turn to face him.
There’s a part of me that doesn’t want to walk out the door. Perhaps fragments of me will always belong to Kyle. There are many things I want to say, but I take the cowardly route. “The reno will be finished soon. Look after yourself and Lucinda.”
Ky steps forward and wraps his arms around me before I can object. Large, firm hands settle across my back and at the curve of my waist. My heart almost stops, a gasp of pleasure barely stifled in my throat. His sandalwood scent calms me, and my arms circle around his back. Time falls away, my weight settlingagainst his firm chest, as my eyes flutter closed with the warm familiarity. He’s intoxicating. And I shouldn’t allow this.
Kyle tucks his face into the curve of my neck and inhales deeply.
I feel like I’m drowning. My heart jackhammers against my ribs and my skin burns white hot. Kyle is tall and broad and strong, and it’s completely unlike Chris’s embrace. A need I’ve long suppressed rises inside me and my body silently screams for more.
When Kyle places a soft kiss to neck, I want to moan my approval. Reckless emotions roll over me in a fervent rush and I know I have to leave.
Ripping myself from his arms, I walk out the door without a single word. I don’t look back. As I slip into the front seat of my Ute, a tear rolls down my cheek. I can sense Kyle standing at the door, his longing gaze upon me, but I throw the car into first gear and speed away.
I’m up early and in the kitchen before Chris this morning, attempting to cook him a hot breakfast. The guilt is piling on and this is my lame ass attempt at squashing it. Because I didn’t tell him I went to check on the Johnson renovation. I also neglected to mention that I sat in Kyle’s kitchen, shared a coffee, and held his hand. And I sure as hell didn’t tell him Kyle hugged me and kissed me on the neck. My face flushes at the memory of Kyle’s soft, warm lips upon my skin. The kiss placed just below my earlobe; a spot that drives me wild.
Allowing Kyle to hold me was a huge mistake. Now I can’t stop fantasising about what it would be like to kiss him again.His tongue slipping into my mouth, his body pressing urgently against mine. Being handled roughly then fucked tenderly until I beg for more.
My eyes close, and I drop the kitchen tongs on the bench. I’m hard, my balls tingling with need. I can almost feel his hands gripping my hips as his long, thick cock pushes inside me. I slide a hand into my boxers, reaching for my dick.
“What’s all this?” Chris asks.
My eyes fly open, landing on my husband. My face is burning as I pick the tongs back up. “Makin’ you a hot breakfast,” I say, trying to sound casual. Focusing on the bacon, I turn my body toward the stove, willing my erection down.
“And why do I deserve this? You never make breakfast.”
I look over my shoulder and smile. “But I should. You deserve it. I can be a lazy hubby, leavin’ you to do all the cookin’.”
Chris approaches, resting a hand on my hip and kissing me on the cheek. “Thank you. This is nice.”
“Take a seat and I’ll bring it to you.” My smile feels fake. I’m a complete and utter asshole.
Bringing the plates over to the table, I take a seat opposite Chris.
“This looks great, sweetheart.”
Once we dig into the food and chat about our work schedules, I start to relax again. But then Chris suddenly stops eating, his expression changing.
“That nut job hasn’t contacted you again, has he?” Chris blurts out.
I freeze with my fork midway to my mouth. I panic, wondering if he somehow knows I’ve seen Kyle. “Nah, he hasn’t.” I place my fork down on my plate. “And why the hell did you call him a nut job? He’s got a mental illness. He can’t always control what’s going on in his head.”
Chris frowns, then blinks. “Seriously? You’re defending him right now? You used to always bag the shit out of him, and I had to listen to it over and over again. But now you’re saying it’s okay for you to call him crazy but not me?”
“That’s exactly fuckin’ right,” I almost yell. “Itisokay for me to call him crazy but you definitely ain’t earned that right. And you know damn well I was just ventin’. I needed to…I needed to get over him.”
Chris drops his knife and fork on the plate and stands abruptly. “Are you saying you weren’tover him when we were firstliving together?”
I roll my eyes. “Sit down, Chris. Of course I was over him then.”
Chris places his hands on the table and leans forward, green eyes furious. “You sure about that?”
