Redeeming Kyle: 69 Bottles #3 (18 page)

“For what, baby girl?”
 

“Taking me out there. That was fun. I’ve never seen them so raw before. It was awesome.”
 

“Anything for you, panda. How you feeling?”
 

“Tired, but good.”
 

“You ready for ice cream?” I smile huge and nod with excitement. “Good. I’ll get that, plus your pill.”
 

“Okay, love.” I climb up onto the bed and open my journal. I reread what I wrote earlier…

Today, everything shifted, turned real and became ten times better than I could have ever imagined. I feel so loved. We’re having twins!
 

I add the date and then add ice cream to my list of foods for today.
 

When Kyle returns, I close the journal and set it back on the nightstand. “Are you done with that for tonight?”
 

I nod, “As long as I don’t eat anything other than ice cream, yes.”
 

He laughs as he sits, or rather lays on the bed, propping himself up on one elbow holding the container. “Take this and then I want to feed you,” he says. I smirk at him. I take my vitamin from him and swallow it down with my apple juice from earlier and then open my mouth to him for ice cream. He chuckles at my eagerness and then he puts the spoonful in my mouth and my tongue dances with delight, causing me to moan.
 

The salted caramel is sweet with the barest hint of salt. Giving me my beloved salty and sweet in one spoonful. I watch as Kyle takes a bite. “Not bad,” he says as he digs out another spoonful for me. I open like a baby bird and he feeds me another bite.
 

This goes on for about ten minutes before we’ve managed to drain the carton between the two of us. Though toward the end it was mostly me. “I’m so glad I have an excuse to eat,” I say as I lean back against the headboard with my hand on my stomach.
 

“No, you have two,” he retorts with a smile.
 

“See a little easier with each pass, isn’t it?”
 

“It is.” He wraps his arm around my thighs and slides closer to me. His head comes to rest on my stomach. I start to play with his hair. “You keep that up and you’ll put me to sleep,” he says with a grin.
 

He tilts his head up to look at me, though all he really gets is an eyeful of breasts. “Make love to me,” I whisper, as I get lost in his eyes.
 

He adjusts once again so that he is resting back on his elbow. His hand glides over my thighs and across my sex. Then slowly up my shirt and under the cami I’m wearing. “We need to get you more of these,” he says as he slides his fingers underneath.
 

“Tomorrow,” I whisper hotly as his hand slides further up my stomach to just under my breast.
 

“Does it hurt?”
 

“No,” I breathe and he continues. Slowly sliding his hand along the underside of both breasts then gently working his way toward my nipples. When his hand comes in contact with it I hiss as that delicious pain and pleasure course through my veins. “Don’t stop,” I moan and he doesn’t. Gently he caresses my left nipple, and then moves across my chest to the other one. I arch my back and close my eyes. Feeling the sensations radiating through me.
 

He keeps going, gently massaging my breasts and nipples until his hand slides back down my belly to find my wet slit.

Kyle wastes no time as his hand eagerly finds my clit with a flick of his finger and I tremble with excitement. I look into his eyes and everything heightens. I can feel the blood rushing to my skin, making my nipples harden and the pleasure flare. I touch his cheek and urge him to my lips. He takes them with his own sense of urgency. His finger pace and pressure increase and I moan into his mouth.
 

His tongue does a dance with mine, licking and stroking and my head begins to spin from dizziness, thanks to his glorious kiss. I feel his fingers sliding and exploring my dripping sex. I shiver with anticipation as he rims the entrance of my pussy. But he doesn’t stop kissing me; I begin to tremble more. The anticipation is too much. “Relax, baby girl. I got you.” I smile against his lips and kiss him again, but he doesn’t linger. He sits back and I sit up. Pulling on both my cami and t-shirt. Tossing them off to the floor. He moans at the sight of my body and it sends goose bumps dancing across my skin.
 

He slides a finger inside and I’m immediately panting with desire as my back arches, pushing my pussy down onto his finger. “Fuck!” he growls and then he shifts so he is looming over me, his hand still sliding in and out of me, making me hotter and more wanton than before. His mouth comes to my right nipple and his eyes silently beg for permission.
 

“Please,” I beg him and his wide flat tongue licks long and slow across my nipple. The sight is sexier than you’d imagine and I nearly explode. I bite my lip. He continues his licking but it doesn’t take him long before his lips are wrapped around my nipple, bringing gentle sucking pulls with long soft strokes of his tongue. I arch again, moaning and panting with an urgency to come.
 

“Don’t hold out on me, baby girl. Give it to me.”
 

My breathing spikes at his command and I feel powerless to stop the onslaught of sensations blossoming deep in my core. My eyes roll up, my moaning increases, my body locks down and I explode around his fingers. His motions inside of me speed up and his sucking intensifies, magnifying my orgasm by five. “Kyle!” I scream out and I reach my peak and start to fall back down.
 

His hand slows, and releasing his mouth from my breast he rears up. I watch him rip off his t-shirt in a lust filled craze, he gloriously rips open his button fly jeans, springing his cock free. My mouth waters. I want to taste him. When I move so that I can, he stops me. “I want to make love to you here.” His hand lightly strokes along the seam of my pussy. “Not your mouth, baby girl.” I pout prettily at him and he laughs, “There is plenty of time for that, I promise, but tonight is all about you.” He sheds his jeans, kicking them off of the bed and then he takes his cock in his hands.
 

My veins are instantly on fire with desire and I spread my legs for him. Opening for him, inviting him inside of me.
 

He brings his knees up under my legs, lifting them higher. Then I feel him stroke his cock along my sex and I shiver in anticipation of what I know is coming. “I’m so eager to be inside of you. I don’t want to hurt you.”
 

I reach out to place my hand on his stomach. “You won’t hurt me.” I let my hand slip south, taking hold of his cock and I watch as his eyes roll up into his head. I shiver. Knowing I caused that look is heady for a woman, especially me. I line the head of his erection up with my entrance. “It’s your turn, cowboy,” I say and our eyes meet. Blue to green, and he slips inside of me. My pussy is hungry for him, clenching and releasing along his shaft as he slides inside. But I can’t take my eyes off of him. The rush of breath he lets out the moment he slides home sends shivers of love and affection across my body.
 

Our bodies are joined as one, and through each other’s eyes, our souls meld and change and I fall deeper in love with him with each little thrust inside of me. His pace is slow, but deliberate. Each little thrust sending fireworks of pleasure across my skin. He’s in no hurry and neither am I.

When his strength fades and pleasure overcomes him, he falls forward, hands on either side of my head; I wrap my fingers around his wrists, holding him. We never lose eye contact and it’s hard to keep track of all the sensations, but each little burst of pleasure intensifies, making me moan and fight to keep my eyelids open. I feel him tremble and my orgasm starts to overtake me. “Come with me,” I beg and he moans, his lips crushing mine. My orgasm erupts from within. Everything clamps down around him and his pleasure is heard in our mutual cries of release as I feel him pouring inside of me.
 

When he’s conscious enough, he falls onto one elbow, he hasn’t pulled out of me yet, but I can feel he’s softening inside of me. His hand comes to cup my face. “I love you, baby girl,” he says with such sweet joy that I start to cry. Feeling the very depth of his love and emotion.
 

“I love you, cowboy,” I finally manage to squeak out between gentle sobs.
 

“So why are you crying?” he asks me gently as he wipes away a tear from my eye.
 

“Because I feel it. I see it, I feel every ounce of love you have for me and it’s too much, it’s overpowering and ah hell,” I snort, “I’m a friggin’ basket case. But I know, without a doubt that you love me, and I love you too.”
 

“Without a doubt,” he agrees.

About an hour after we’ve finished making love, I am curled up on Kyle and he’s got one arm wrapped around my back, my cami and t-shirt pulled up in the back so that his hand can be skin to skin. With my head resting in the crook of his shoulder. I can still hear the band outside jamming. Kyle found a couple of e-books that are about twins and a lot like The Book, as we lovingly call it. He starts reading one of the books about twins and what to expect. He’s reading to me and bookmarking and highlighting certain passages as he goes along. I don’t question some of them, but realize this is his form of studying. It makes me smile. When I start to doze off he shifts, putting the book down. “Don’t stop because I’m falling asleep,” I mumble.
 

“I want to hold you,” he says as he wraps his other arm around me. I settle into his chest and he fixes the covers. I doze off to the sounds of 69 Bottles jamming outside in the dark.

I wake up a little bit when Talon comes to bed. He snuggles in behind me and I can feel him wrap his arms around me and Kyle.

“How’s she doing?” Talon asks Kyle, who must still be awake.
 

“She’s better. She fell asleep about an hour ago.”
 

“Did you guys have a nice time?”
 

“We did. Thank you.”
 

“For?”
 

“Giving me time with her tonight. I needed it and I think she did too.”
 

“You’re welcome. How are you doing?”
 

“I’m much better now. Still scared shitless, but in the end, we have nine months to worry about it. Worrying to the point of hurting her, now, isn’t worth it.”
 

“You’re right, it’s not. We just need to love her and take care of her.”
 

“You’re right.” I hear Kyle say then I feel gentle kisses on my head.
 

“I’m sorry that I sprung on you what I did earlier,” I hear Talon whisper.
 

“Don’t apologize unless you’re taking back what you said. I needed to hear it and tonight was the perfect night for it.”
 

“I’m not taking it back. I meant every word of it. I love you, Kyle.”
 

My heart swells and I fight the tears. I don’t want them to know that I’m awake.
 

“I love you, Talon.”
 

I can’t fight the tears anymore.
 

“Angel”. “Baby girl,” they say at the same time.
 

“I’m sorry, I woke up when Talon came to bed, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, I thought I’d fall right back to sleep, then you guys started talking and….” I lose steam on my confession and both sets of arms wrap tighter around me.
 

“Don’t be sorry, angel. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
 

“No, it’s okay, it’s just…hearing you two talk, it makes me so happy,” I sob.
 

“So why are you crying?” Kyle says with a small laugh.
 

“Because…” I whine. “I can’t seem to do anything else.”
 

They both laugh a little. “Aww baby girl, it’s alright.”

Both of them comfort me until I fall back to sleep, ending any chance of hearing more of their sweet confessions.