Thrust (22 page)

Fighting back my sob, I squeeze her hand back. “I miss you too,” I admit.

“I didn’t mean to hurt . . .”

“Let’s not do this here,” I say, cutting her off.

My eyes wander off when I hear the refreshing sound of Kyan’s laugh. He’s standing next to my aunt and a small group of older women. I can’t help the smile that takes over as I watch him having fun. That’s what weddings are supposed to be: fun and happy . . . not this.

Nothing else seems to matter at the moment but the fact that he’s here, supporting me. The past doesn’t matter. The anger that I’ve held onto for so long . . . it doesn’t matter. Maybe it’s just time to leave everything behind.

Smiling, I reach out and touch my sister’s face. “We don’t need to talk about this anymore. I love you and I want you to be happy. It’s going to take a while to fully gain my trust, but I want you in my life. Baby steps, okay?”

Crying, Chrissy leans in and throws her arms around me, nearly squeezing me half to death. She holds me, smiling against my cheek. “That’s all I want.”

She pulls away and tugs on a strand of my hair. “You look so beautiful. Your hair has gotten so long.” She nods her head toward Kyan. “And that handsome man looks extremely happy to be with you. You deserve that happiness. Don’t push it away, okay?”

We both look over at the same time that Kyan turns to face us. He flashes us a dimpled smile as Aunt Sharon pulls him out onto the dance floor.

“Oh no.” I give Chrissy one last quick hug. “You’re an absolutely beautiful bride, but I have to go save Kyan. You know how Aunt Sharon gets.”

“Oh definitely.” She smiles and shakes her head as my aunt’s hands start to rub Kyan’s lower back. “You better hurry. She’s working faster than usual.”

Laughing, I hurry across the room and place my hand on Sharon’s back. “This one is mine, you old hussy.”

We both crack a smile at the same time before she releases Kyan and steps away. “I was hoping your sister would keep you busy long enough for me to cop a feel.” She winks. “Enjoy this one.” She wiggles her penciled in brows and then walks away, looking for her next victim.

Kyan wets his lip and quickly pulls me against him. “Is this you returning the favor for me coming? You saving me from that innocent woman?”

I stand up on the tip of my toes and laugh against his lips. If only he knew. “No . . . my repaying you for coming would definitely involve you coming.” I smirk as he bites his bottom lip and pulls it into his mouth. “You look incredibly sexy in that suit,” I whisper.

He slides his hand beneath my neck and dips

me backward, placing his lips to my ear. “And that dress makes me want to rip it off of you and fuck you incredibly long and hard. I’m trying my best not to fuck you right here on the dance floor.”

Pulling me back up, he wraps both hands in the back of my hair and grinds against me to the music.

“Oh damn!” Tori appears beside us and starts snapping pictures as Kyan continues to move against me. “You two need to find a bathroom or some shit and stop teasing the rest of us.” She laughs and snaps a few more pictures while backing away.

“She’s right,” Kyan says against my lips. “We need to find a bathroom, because I need to be inside of you. Now.”

Grabbing my hand, he pulls me through the room, smiling and nodding as random people greet us. Once we get out into the hallway, he holds me up against the wall and slides his hands up my dress.

His lips meet mine and he kisses me so deeply that my body trembles in his arms. “I need you, Kyan . . .” I tug at his tie, nipping his bottom lip with my teeth. “I need you inside me. Now.”

Kyan smirks before grabbing my hand and pulling me away from the wall to look for an open bathroom. He pulls me down a side hall where no one’s at and dips into the first unlocked bathroom, locking it behind us.

His hands find my thighs and he picks me up, wrapping my legs around his waist with such force that my breath gets knocked out of me.

Not able to hold back, I tangle my fingers in his thick hair and crush my lips to his. He slams me against the wall and then the stall, before finally setting me down on the sink, pulling my dress up my thighs.

“Damn, I’m so fucking hard.” He grabs my hand and places it on his erection. “Only you get me this hard, Calla.”

Sliding my panties down my legs, he runs his lips along my skin, teasing me on the way. Standing back up, he tosses my thong aside and steps between my legs.

Smirking, he grabs my neck and pulls me to him, brushing his lips over mine. “I wish I had more time to pleasure every inch of your body, but that will have to wait till later.”

I watch in wonder as he quickly undoes his pants and zipper, before pulling his incredibly hard dick out, stroking it while looking me in the eyes.

I start grinding my hips to get closer to him, just wanting him inside me already. Watching him stroke himself is pure torture. I’m extremely jealous of that hand right now.

He brushes his thumb over my bottom lip, causing me to lean into his touch. “Are you on the pill, Calla?” His jaw tightens as he watches me, waiting for an answer.

My insides do a little flip at the thought of him going bare inside me. I’ve never had sex without a condom. Jordan always made sure we used one. This is new and very . . . very hot.

I nod my head and wrap an arm around his neck, pulling him to me. “Yes, so just fuck me already. I want you, Kyan.”

“Shit, I love your mouth.” Without hesitation, he wraps my legs around his hips and slams into me. We both moan out at the feel of him naked inside of me. My insides shiver from the rush that it gives me.

“Oh shit, Kyan . . .” I smile against his lips. “No one has ever been inside me like this before.”

He grips my face and forces me to look him in the eyes. “Never?”

“Never,” I whisper. “Only you.”

Before I can even take another breath, he has me off the sink with my back pressed against the bathroom door.

The door bounces against the frame as he thrusts into me, fucking me deep and hard, being sure that I feel every inch of him inside me . . . and I do. I feel it all right. I feel it like I’ve never felt anything before.

His lips devour my lips, tasting me and teasing me like never before. The movement of his hips and the feel of his strong arms holding me have me completely satisfied and ready to surrender myself to him whenever he pleases. He’s that good and he knows it.

He’s taken the time to make sure that I’m always pleased and sex with Kyan only seems to get better each time.

Gripping my neck, he slows his movement, grinding his hips into me as his breath fans my lips. He’s grinding his hips so slow, and with perfect rhythm, that it reminds me of when we were dancing on the dance floor.

“Oh my God . . . Kyan.” I grip onto his hair and slam my head into the door as he quickens his pace, hitting my spot every single time. “I love you inside me,” I whisper. “So deep.”

He thrusts hard, then stops. “I only want me inside you like this, Calla.” He thrusts again, causing me to scream out and squeeze him with my legs. “Only my cock.”

I nod my head, lost in the moment. “Okay.” I bite my lip as he looks into my eyes. “Okay.”

That one words causes him to lose it. Gripping my face, he pounds into me, not slowing down until I’m coming undone and screaming in his arms.

A few seconds later, he carries me to the sink and sets me down as he quickly pulls out of me. He reaches for his dick and strokes it a few times, about to come any second, but I quickly push his hand away and jump down to my knees. I want to taste him so bad that my chest aches.

Swirling my tongue around the head of his dick, I suck it into my mouth while stroking it with my hand. A few seconds later I feel his cum hit the back of my throat. Without even thinking about it, I swallow it, being sure to clean up every last drop afterwards.

He throws his head back and moans, watching me with the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on him. Reaching for my hand, he pulls me up to my feet and presses his forehead to mine. “I think I’m in love,” he teases.

My heart swells for a split second until I quickly remind myself that he didn’t mean it like that.

We’re standing here, looking each other in the eyes, when someone knocks on the door. We both just smile as he helps me put myself together before fixing himself.

The person knocks again. “Any day now.”

“Coming,” Kyan says with a smirk.

I burst out in laughter before playfully pushing his chest. “I guess it’s only polite to get back to the wedding and give this asshole the bathroom.”

Grabbing my face, Kyan bites my bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. “That’s okay. We have all night afterwards.”

I tilt my head and look at him in question. “We do?”

He nods his head and smiles, the cutest damn smile in the world. “I booked a room on the way here. You’re staying with me and Tori is driving back to Chicago.” He places his hand on my lower back. “Let’s go.”

I smile and walk out of the bathroom with pride, as Kyan holds the door open for us. To my surprise, Jordan is leaning against the wall waiting to get in. I was so wrapped up in Kyan that Jordan’s voice didn’t mean shit. It was a stranger to me.

He walks past us, giving us an awkward head nod, before closing himself into the bathroom.

Walking back to the party, all I can think of is how Kyan booked a room and wants me to stay with him. He couldn’t even kiss me on the mouth and
now
he wants me sleeping in the same bed as him.

I’m not sure I can survive a night with Kyan Wilder . . .

BEING HERE FOR CALLA BECAME my top priority for the night. I’m well aware that I fucked up with Kevin and I won’t be getting my gym, but there comes a time when you need to realize that the people you care about are more important. There will be other fucking gyms. There won’t be another Calla.

The look in her eyes and reading that letter tore at me. Then when I saw Jessica, I realized that just because it was easier for me than I expected, doesn’t mean it would be as easy for Calla; especially when it involved seeing both people that hurt her getting married. I couldn’t let her go through that alone.

The party ended over thirty minutes ago, so I left Calla downstairs in the lobby to say goodbye to her family. When she gets up here I plan to spend the night making sure that she feels good. I won’t let her be unhappy while she’s here in my arms. I may not be able to offer her much at home, but tonight I can.

The door opens as I’m pulling my shirt and tie off. I bring my attention up to Calla and smile. “How did it go?”

She shamelessly checks out my chest and abs as I stand here running my hands through my hair. Smiling, she falls back on the bed and grabs the blanket. “It went as well as it could, I suppose. It’s not going to be easy, but Kyan . . .” She grabs my hand and pulls me toward the end of the bed. “You made it so much less painful. I can never thank you enough for coming. What about that meeting you had?”

I crawl onto the end of the bed and scoot her up towards the headboard. Taking off her heels, one by one, I toss them beside me on the floor. “It’s not a big deal. There will be more meetings in my future.”

She closes her eyes and releases a satisfied breath as I massage her legs, slowly working my way up to her thighs. “Kyan, your hands feel so good.” She bites her bottom lip as I massage right under her ass cheeks. “I could let you do this all night. Oh wow.”

A laugh rumbles deep in my chest as I lean over and pull her dress over her head. “Well, we have all night and my hands definitely never get tired of touching you.” Slowly, I pull her up and unsnap her bra, letting it fall to the bed beside us. Then I go down in between her legs and grab her thong in my teeth, slowly pulling them down her legs.

My hands rub her legs on the way down, massaging over her soft, smooth flesh. She arches her back and lets out a small moan while watching me. “You do something to me, Kyan.”

I run my hands all the way up her body, applying pressure until I reach her breasts. Then I massage them soft and slow, while running my lips up her neck. “You do something to me too,” I admit. “More than I ever expected you to.”