Thrust (23 page)

Reaching her mouth, I press my lips against hers, claiming her lips as mine. They may not belong to me, but for tonight they do, and I plan to make sure she knows that.

Sitting up so I can reach my pants, I undo them and slip them down my thighs, before standing up and kicking them to the side. I reach out for her hand and place it on my stomach as I remove my boxer briefs next.

I’m standing here completely naked, my body hers to do with whatever she pleases. I don’t care if she wants to fuck me or just look at me. My dick doesn’t get to choose tonight. She does. This is all about her.

Spreading her legs, I slowly crawl above her and grab for the bottle of hotel lotion that I found lying around in the bathroom. I open the cap before squirting it into my hands and rubbing them together.

She looks up at me, completely lost in me as she watches me make my way down her body, massaging the lotion up her right leg. I work on that leg for a few minutes before moving to the next leg and working that one just as good.

“Kyan,” she says, completely relaxed. “Why did you choose to come to the wedding instead of your meeting?”

I position myself between her spread legs and gently rub my hands up her stomach and sides.

My situation with Jessica and Bryant isn’t something that I usually talk about with others, but knowing that she’s been hurt the same, I really don’t have a choice. She needs to know that I understand her pain and while we’re here tonight, I’m willing to ease it the best way I know how.

She sucks in a breath as my cock brushes her entrance. I’m fully hard right now, and with the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen lying naked beneath me. This isn’t exactly the ideal time to talk about this but . . .

“I know how you feel,” I say stiffly. Her eyes meet mine and widen in curiosity. “To make a long story short, I found out not long before I was about to walk my fiancé down the aisle that she was pregnant with my best friend’s baby.” I pause and swallow. “I found your letter, Calla. I couldn’t let you go through this alone, knowing how it feels to get fucked over like that.”

I feel her squeeze my arm as her bottom lip begins to tremble. She’s fighting hard to stop it, but it’s not working. “Bryant had been my best friend for over ten years and Jessica was my first real love. I went away on a business trip for a few weeks when I was looking into buying my own gym for the first time, and then she found out she was pregnant three weeks later. We were about to get married and Bryant freaked out and confessed that he was in love with Jessica and that she was carrying his child, so I ended our engagement and gave her and Bryant the house I owned. They had a baby coming, so they needed it more than I did. It was the worst year of my fucking life.”

I bring my eyes up to meet hers and I can see the pain in them as she watches my face. “I’m so sorry.” She kisses my arm. “Are they still together?”

I nod my head and huff. “Yeah. They have two kids together, but they aren’t happy. I feel sorry for the kids.” I shake my head and grab her face to comfort her. “Let’s not worry about that tonight. Okay? I just want to make you feel good.”

Her jaw tightens as her eyes meet mine. “Then make love to me,” she whispers. “Let me feel you.”

Swallowing back the emotions that her words bring, I slide my hand under her neck and gently guide myself between her legs. I slowly push into her, moaning as her tightness hugs me completely.

Her body moves with mine, her nails digging into my back as I slowly grind my hips, being sure to hit every spot of pleasure I can find. Hearing her moan and feeling her grip on me tighten pushes me to want to pleasure her even more.

Being inside her this way feels too good emotionally and physically, and I can’t help but to feel selfish and only want it to be me from now on.

As I push into her I can’t help but to be haunted by my thoughts of my brother inside her, but I quickly fight the anger and jealously off and make love to her like she truly deserves.

Bringing her legs over my shoulders, I slightly lift her hips and rock into her, biting the side of her calf as I bury myself as deep as I can.

Both of our bodies are covered in sweat. We’re both breathless and completely lost in each other as I continue to thrust deep and slow for what feels like hours.

Wanting to be closer to her, I sit on my knees and bring her body up to straddle my lap. Our bodies are plastered together, not even an inch of breathing room as I kiss her flesh all over and bury myself inside her.

I feel her nails dig into my skin and her breathing picks up next to my ear. “I want to come with you, Kyan. I can feel that I’m getting close.”

Holding her as close as possible, I press my lips to hers and sway my hips, pulling her body so I can get as deep as I can. I feel myself close to orgasm so I suck her bottom lip into my mouth, moaning as she clenches around my cock.

A few seconds later, I rock into her one last time, releasing my load inside her, being sure that she gets every last drop.

She drops her forehead to mine and grabs my face, looking into my eyes as we hold each other. Looking back at her, I feel an emotion rush through me that can hurt us both. Tonight everything is perfect, we’re perfect, but what happens when we get back home and we have no choice but to face reality.

This woman might just have the power to break me completely . . .

IT’S THE MIDDLE OF THE night but I can’t seem to sleep. I’m laying here wrapped up in Kyan’s arms, wanting nothing more than to just feel him close to me. The more I lay here and watch him breathing, the more beautiful he becomes by the second.

Thinking about tomorrow and what could happen when we get home scares me. After having this feeling with Kyan, I don’t think I can give it up. I had fun with Hunter. He’s great, but he’s not Kyan; no one is, and I don’t want to be doing this with anyone else but him. I know that more now than ever.

Swallowing back my worry, I reach up and twirl a piece of his brown hair between my fingers. His grip on me tightens, pulling me even closer into his firm chest.

Savoring this moment, I press my lips to his chest while breathing in his intoxicating scent. This could quite possibly be the only moment like this that we’ll get to share. That thought scares the shit out of me. After sharing the most intimate sex I’ve ever had in my life with this man . . . with Kyan, it might just rip my heart out to lose this, to lose him.

Pulling me up so that we’re eye level, Kyan tangles our bodies together and kisses my nose. “Get some sleep, baby. No thinking. Just close your eyes.”

I can’t help but to notice the pain behind his voice as if he knows this is the last moment like this we’ll share as well. My heart aches to hold onto this moment.

Please don’t let me lose this feeling . . .

WE ARRIVED BACK AT THE apartment over an hour ago. After kissing me on the side of the mouth, like I sort of expected, Kyan took off to take care of some business at the gym. It left me feeling empty and reminded me that things are a lot more complicated than I’d hoped they would be when we returned.

I’ve been sitting here staring at the wall, thinking about how he made me feel yesterday when he surprised me at the wedding.

A mixture of emotions run through me, reminding me just how much of an effect this man has had over me the last few weeks. Despite me trying to shut it off, this man has been evading my every thought from the very beginning. Not even Hunter was able to push Kyan completely out of my thoughts. The problem is that Hunter might just be able to push me from Kyan’s. The idea of that makes me feel sick to my stomach.

The door to the apartment opens to Tori dropping her keys down onto the table. Closing the door, she grins and runs across the room, jumping over the arm of her chair. “So . . .” Sitting up straight, she tilts her head, pushing for me to put her out of her misery. “What happened? Don’t leave shit out? I want it all.”

Sighing, I lay back on the couch and squeeze my eyes shut. Thinking about it just exhausts me, but that still hasn’t stopped me from doing it. “Last night was absolutely incredible. I won’t lie. We spent the night alternating between having rough, wild sex to having the most passionate sex of my damn life. He’s so good, Tori; so damn good that it hurts to not be able to be like that now. I don’t know what I’m going to do.” I let out a breath and run my hands over my face in frustration.

“Wild, passionate sex sounds like a damn good time to me, so why do you look so . . . so . . . sad or some shit? I’d be all up that sexy man’s ass right now instead of on this lame couch.”

“Because we’re back home,” I huff. “Back in Chicago.”

“And? What’s the problem?”

I sit up enough so that I can look at her. “The problem is that what happened in Wisconsin was temporary. That’s what. Back here in Chicago, we have unattached sex, personal training sessions, and his . . . brother. That’s the problem.”

Tori scrunches her face, finally understanding what I’m getting at. “Oh crap, honey. I didn’t think about that.” Standing from the couch, she rushes into the kitchen and starts pouring us some wine. “What are you going to do about Hunter? You can’t seriously have feelings for that cocky asshat.”

“I don’t.” I sit up and grab the wine glass, holding it to my lips as I think. There’s only one thing I can do and the thought of it doesn’t bother me one bit. “Stop having sex with Hunter, thank him for the good time, and then move on.” I take a sip and set the glass down. This is the part that bothers me, the hard part. “And tell Kyan how I feel. I don’t know if I can just have a sexual relationship with him anymore. I need more, Tori. With him . . . I need it all. I have to tell him before I let this go on too long and get hurt. I don’t think I can handle that.”

Tori takes a sip of her wine before pulling it away and running her fingers over the rim of the glass. “I would give Kyan a few days to really let his feelings set in first and then talk to him and tell him how you feel. If he can’t do the whole
relationship
thing . . . then I guess you’ll have to decide if you can have any kind of relationship at all. If you can’t then there will be others. There will always be others.”

The problem with her words is that I don’t want others. I want Kyan and there’s a huge chance that might not happen. She’s right though. I’ll give him a few days and then I’m telling him how I truly feel. He’ll either feel the same way or I’ll get left out in the cold and go back to
Fluffin’ my own muffin.

I just hope he’ll end up being the one fluffin’ it . . .