I get up from the bed and walk toward him. I push a loose tendril of hair behind his ear. “No, it wasn’t.”
“Then what’s the fucking problem, Layne? I’m not doing it for you? What the fuck is so bad about this place?” With clenched fists, he turns away from me.
I put my hands on his shoulders and lean against him. “I don’t know,” I whisper. “Maybe I’m just afraid to leave her behind in this world.”
“This life doesn’t automatically mean a premature death, Lay.” Kyler turns to me and wraps his arms around me. “My parents are both still alive. God, even Grandpa—” He can’t even finish the sentence.
I gently press my mouth to his. “I know. Fuck, Ky, you’re right and I know it.” I kiss him again and press myself closer to his hard chest. “I want this, but give me time. Please. It’s difficult to come back. To change my mind.” God knows how long I’ve been telling myself that a life at the club is out of the question.
He squeezes his eyes shut, his hands sliding to my ass. “I want it all, Layne. You, Rebel, the total package. I’ll give you everything.”
“Ky, I know that.” Then I let my fingers stroke his arms, grab his hands, and pull him to the bed with me. “Come,” I whisper.
Doubt clouds his eyes. “Anything,” he whispers.
Nodding, I step toward the bed. Kyler follows me and step by step we get closer to the goal. As we stare at each other, I slowly lower myself back onto the bed and slide back a little. Kyler comes to sit straddling my lap. His breathing is heavy, his gaze fixed on mine. Something inside me gnaws at me, but I need this. Need him now to forget everything. For now.
With a moan, he presses his mouth against mine and grabs my face. He licks at the seam of my lips and I open for him. As soon as his tongue finds mine, I exhale. This is what I was looking for.Thisis what I wanted.
My eyes close and when he leaves my mouth and traces the collar of my shirt, only to pull it down, all other thoughts disappear from my mind. All that exists now is him and me.
Fourteen
Fuck,thisisgonnadestroy me completely, but I gotta have her, just for now, even if it costs me everything. I let her go, pull my shirt over my head. The problem is that I don’t trust her promise. I don’t know what drives her away from the club, but hidden deep down inside her there’s this urge to run. And no promise in the world will change her mind.
“Kyler,” she whispers. Her hands wander down my chest, leaving a heated trail on my skin.
Her fingers wander over the black lines of my tattoos, over the naked skin of my belly, down, down, down, until they brush along the edge of my boxers. Down further, until she places her hand over the fabric on my hard cock.
I inhale a sharp breath. I’d do anything to protect her and Rebel, but would she do anything to stay here? To stay with me? Or would she just make sure Rebel’s safe? My head’s conflicted and thoughts tumble over one another as my body burns for her.
Then the hand dives in my boxers, and I let it. Slowly I lean forward and press my lips to hers. I ache for her, a longing so intense it feels like a physical pain, wanting her to be mine alone. A moan leaves her mouth and I catch it with mine. As our tongues wrestle with each other, I lean closer to her. When she tries to pull away from me, I grab her chin and dive further for a deeper kiss.
“Nope,” I hum, when I let go briefly before kissing her even deeper. Maybe she obtained this her way, but the way we do it is mine.
I grab her arm, release her mouth, and push her down on the mattress. The vibrant, silky pajama pants, bursting with wildflowers, resist my efforts as I hook my fingers behind the waistband and tug. I then slide them over her feet and drop it to the floor beside me. My gaze falls on her lacy black hipsters and I place my hand over the middle, rubbing it with my thumb. Her thighs contract with the movement. Leaning forward, I lower myself and plant a soft kiss on the fabric, tracing a path upward while burying my nose under her top. I missed her body. She’s still…
“So damn beautiful,” I murmur, more to myself than to her. Her curves seem more striking to me now than I remember.
I gradually push her tank top higher, revealing her breasts, and suck on her nipple. Through my eyelashes, I look up and see that her eyes are closed and her mouth is slightly agape.
This is what I’ve dreamed of for so long: to have her under me again.
“Turn around,” I croak as I let go of her. Her eyes open and she does what I ask of her without protest.
“Good girl,” I murmur, running my hand over her ass giving it a soft slap. The response is a loud moan.
“Off.” It’s an order. I pull on the elastic and the fabric slides off her. “I’ll take you like this,” I growl. Then I push her top up slightly.
Once more I slide my hand over that perfect ass, stroking further until my fingers find her heat. I growl deep inside my chest and that’s when lust takes over. I pull off my briefs, lean over her, and press my mouth against Layne’s neck. My tongue tastes the salt of her skin, my fingers bury themselves in her wetness and my cock grows harder by the second. This is all for me, mine.
Layne pushes her ass against my crotch, attempting to get closer, but that’s not going to happen. I set the pace. Excruciatingly slow, I slide two fingers inside her and move them in and out of her. Again and again. If this is going to break me, it will be torture for her.
Her breathing becomes heavier, and she drops her head onto the mattress. A smile forms around my mouth. “Feels good?” I ask teasingly, knowing I could stop this at any moment.
A sound that I can’t decipher comes out of her mouth, but it’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. I pull my fingers out of her, take my cock in my hand, and bring myself into position. Then I thrust inside.
And fuck, it’s blissful.
