28. Kyle

This morning, there was no way I would have guessed I’d finally have my hands on Harper again. My arms around her waist, her lips pressed to mine, her need matching my own. Wished, yes, but it seemed more like a fantasy.

So even though I wasn’t happy about having to swallow my pride and cash her check, I would do it. Because I wanted her. Wanted us.

In the back of my mind, my conscience itched. I hadn’t told her about JJ yet, but that was an issue we could work through in time.

Heart racing, I laid her out on the sofa and hovered above her. “You’re sure about this?”

“Don’t expect me to beg.” With a smirk, she pulled my head down and brought her lips to mine again. The way her kiss ignited a fire inside me was unfamiliar but so damn incredible. The electric desire that coursed through my extremities and went straight to my cock every time her lips met mine was unlike any sensation I’d ever experienced. But I needed more of it.

I skimmed a hand down her neck and over the mound of her breast, fucking finally getting to feel her soft tits. I was a boob guy. I loved the weight in my palm, the soft skin against my lips, the pebbling of a nipple on my tongue. Hers were a perfect handful. I squeezed, and her answering moan had my cock throbbing against my zipper, begging to be released.

I toyed with the edge of her T-shirt, teasing the warm skin underneath, and ran my hand up farther, flattening my palm along her soft skin as my tongue tangled with hers. The soft whimper that reverberated up her throat had my heart pounding.

With a grunt, I broke the kiss and yanked the T-shirt over her head. Then I pulled back. Her breasts were covered in a simple white bra, but above the cups, her pale skin was peppered by freckles. I wanted to lick each one. Run my thumbs beneath them and make her quiver. Tease the nipples just barely visible through the white fabric. I’d do it all until she was begging and needy.

Lowering my gaze, I took in her soft stomach and the swell of her hips. Unable to resist, I let my finger dance just above the line of her leggings.

Her muscles clenched. “I know I’m not like the models…”

Instantly, I zeroed in on her face, cupping her cheeks, and took in the crease of worry on her brow I didn’t quite understand.

“What?” I searched her expression, finding apprehension and a little fear where, only moments ago, I’d seen nothing but confidence.

“You date models with perfect bodies, and I have stretch marks and loose skin. I don’t have time to even think about the gym or a sit-up.” She glanced away from me, her chin lowered.

Had she somehow mistaken my adoration for disappointment?

“Harper,” I said, that word catching in my throat. “Look at me.”

It took a moment, but eventually, she focused those amber eyes on me. They were glassy and wide.

“Is there something in the way I can’t catch my breath, in the way I can’t think beyond getting to touch you, getting to give you pleasure, that makes it seem like I’m not blown the fuck away by you?”

Her lips parted, but she didn’t respond.

“Crabby, in my eyes, every stretch mark, every soft curve, every freckle, every part of you, is perfection.”

She lifted a hand and raked her fingers through my hair. I leaned into her touch, craving more of it.

As I shifted, my cock pressed into her thigh, and a deep groan worked up my chest. “My body is literally begging for you. Don’t mistake my complete adoration for anything else.”

“The feeling is pretty mutual.” She lifted to press her lips to mine once more, sending another tingle through me.

I slid my hand around her ribcage and unclasped the bra keeping her tits from me. The second they were free, I pulled my mouth from hers and yanked the straps off her arms. At the sight of her perfect light pink nipples, I dropped my head and lapped at one slowly.

In response, she hissed a breath and scraped her nails along my scalp.

“You like that?”

“Yes,” she moaned, dropping her head back.

“Good, because I fucking love it.” I nipped and lapped and sucked one nipple until she was squirming, then switched to the other and back again.

“Kyle, please,” she begged.

“Please, what?” I pulled back and fisted my green henley at the back of my neck, then yanked it off. On my knees before her, I moved in closer, and she spread her legs wider for me. I rocked against her, and even through our clothes, I felt the heat of her pussy. I groaned as her wet nipples pressed into my chest. “Do you need me to make you come, Crabby?”

She clawed at my back, pulling herself even closer. “I need to feel you inside me.”

“We’ll get there.” With that promise, I slid down her body, pulling her leggings off as I went. “But first, I want a taste, because I fully intend to make this your best orgasm ever.”

Brow cocked, she pushed up onto her elbows. “Even sex is a competition?”

“Oh baby, there won’t be a competition. I’ll blow everyone else out of the water.” Grinning, I ran my hands up her smooth, creamy thighs and parted her legs. Her pussy was pink and glistening for me, begging for my tongue.

Unable to resist for another second, I lowered and gave her one long, teasing stroke. She fell back on the sofa with a moan, clutching the back of my head. Holding me against her. The taste of her exploded on my tongue, salty and sweeter than I could have imagined. She was my favorite flavor. And I wanted more of it.

As I lapped against her clit, she tightened her thighs around me, holding me in place. “Again,” she croaked out.

Gladly. I licked and sucked and feasted until she was shaking, crying, begging me. With my lips clamped around her clit, I sank two fingers inside her.

“Yes,” she called.

With her hands tangled in my hair, she rode my face and my fingers while I devoured her. Her body tightened, and she shuddered, calling my name as she came in my mouth. Eager and so fucking turned on, I worked her through her release, not relenting until her body slumped back against the cushions.

“Holy shit,” she mumbled, still spread out on the sofa, and damn if I didn’t have the perfect view. Harper, flushed and dazed from the orgasm I’d given her, her pussy wet and ready for me.

My cock leaked in my pants. Begging for attention. Begging for her.

I scrambled to my feet and yanked out my wallet for a condom. Then I dropped my jeans and boxer briefs in one swipe, leaving my needy dick jutting toward her.

With her eyes locked on my length, she sat up and took the condom out of my hands. “Can I?”

Could she touch me?

“Ab-so-fucking-lutely. I’d be thrilled to have your hands on my dick anytime, anywhere.”

Chuckling, the sound breathy, she rolled her eyes and tore open the wrapper. Instead of rolling the latex over me, she grasped my cock, her fingers brushing against the sensitive flesh there.

“Fuck. Squeeze it, baby.”

“Say please?” she teased, giving me shit, as always.

“Please,” I croaked.

She didn’t hesitate, thank fuck, to brush her thumb across the tip, spreading the precum. Then she wrapped her fingers around me, just like I’d requested. God damn. I had to lock my knees to stop myself from falling. She pumped once and then again. My gut tightened and my toes tingled. No fucking way. I yanked out of her hand. I wasn’t coming until I was deep inside her.

“God damn, Harper. Put the condom on. I need you to ride me. Fast and hard,” I ordered. “While you do that, I’m gonna play with the best tits I’ve ever seen.”

Though she smirked at the demand, she slipped the condom over my tip and then ran her fist down me, taking the latex with her. When I was fully sheathed, her fingers brushed my balls, sending a zap of electricity through me.

Hissing at the sensation, I grasped her, lifting her off the sofa so I could settle in her place, and brought her down on my lap.

Still flooded with need, I pinched her nipples, teasing, rolling, flicking until she was squirming.

“Damn, you do that so well. It’s the perfect pressure. I need—” She gasps.

“Me too, baby,” I promised.

She pressed her knees into the cushion on either side of me and lined herself up with my dick. Slowly, she sank against me until I was enveloped in hot, wet heaven.

“Fuck. You’re tight.” I groaned when I was fully seated. She was tighter than anything I’d felt in forever. Like her pussy was made to grip every inch of my cock.

With her hands on my shoulders, she slowly lifted herself up and dropped down once more, back arching. “It’s been a while.”

I ran my thumbs across her nipples, and she clenched around me in response. Damn, I fucking loved how sensitive her tits were, how responsive she was to every small touch. “Then we better make it worth the wait.”

She lifted and dropped down once more, then circled her hips, grinding against me.

Yeah, this was heaven. Engulfed in the feel and the scent of the woman who not only turned me on but challenged me and made me laugh. I’d never known that kind of connection existed.

Her eyes drifted closed as she rocked against me, going even deeper.

“Don’t you dare,” I gritted out, pinching her nipples hard.

Her eyes snapped open, meeting mine.

“Yes,” I rasped. “Look at me. Watch the man making your body ignite.”

I continued teasing her, circling the sensitive flesh around her nipples, flicking the buds into sharp points, all while meeting every motion of her hips again and again. Her tits bounced with every thrust. And in her eyes, her pleasure matched my own.

With each movement, with every roll of our hips, we were building into something more. The connection was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. The desire, the emotion reflecting back at me, was so new, yet also familiar, because the same feelings were coursing through me. An animalistic need snapped inside me, and I pistoned up hard and faster, brutal in my need to fuck her, claim her, own her.

Her legs quivered as her pussy gripped me like a vise, and her breaths came in pants until finally she exploded around me.

“Kyle.” She dug her nails into my shoulders, no doubt leaving marks. “Oh my God.”

“Fuck, Harper.” I came like a bomb had detonated, sending pleasure rocketing through my body. Desperate to hold on to this moment, I rocked up into her again and again until after what seemed like forever and yet not long enough. Finally, I collapsed against the sofa, pulling her with me, as the last pulses of pleasure rocked me.

She rested her head against my shoulder, her body melting against mine despite how fast her breaths still came. I wasn’t in the best position for cuddling, but in this moment, I just wanted to hold her. Keep her in my arms and feel her heart pound against my chest. After-care wasn’t my thing. I’d never understood it. Until now. Because with her, I was hit with a sense of security I’d never known. Like this, with her tucked into my body, skin to skin, I’d never been more content. I dipped and lightly kissed her forehead.

She squirmed like she was ready to stand, but I locked her in place with one arm banded around her torso. Typically, this was when I’d bolt. That was what I did. Sex and then head out in search of food.

Instead, I hugged her closer. “Want some tacos?” I asked against her forehead.

“Food?” She pulled back, studying me, that small line forming between her brows again.

Might as well fill her in on one of my quirks because I had plans to do this a few more times.

“Sex makes me ravenous. I always need food right away. Especially after I come so hard I can’t feel my legs.”

She rolled her eyes like I was messing with her. But I wasn’t. About either thing.

“That must be awkward at two a.m.”

I shrugged. I didn’t really want to fight about my somewhat colorful past, but I wanted to be honest with her. “Not really. I’d make a quick escape and then grab something on the way home.”

“What if you bring a woman to your place?” She shook her head. “Do you just sneak out of bed and leave her while you go out for food?”

“No one comes back to my place.” I fought the urge to wince. That comment made me sound like an asshole, but I was determined not to lie or skirt around the truth. What we had was so different from anything I’d ever experienced with another woman, but that didn’t change the past.

“So.” She pulled back, and this time, I begrudgingly allowed her to stand. “Do you want to leave?”

“Nope,” I said simply, heaving myself up. I snagged my shirt and boxer briefs but didn’t bother to put them on. “I want to get rid of this condom and eat tacos with my girl.”

Her eyes popped wide as I headed toward the hall. I didn’t stop. I didn’t want to talk about this anymore. She knew what I used to be like. Now I was showing her what I was with her. With a glance back, I tossed her my shirt. “Be right back.”

I was worried she might bring the topic back up when I emerged from the bathroom. Instead, to my relief, I found her sitting at the table, wearing my shirt, with the bags of tacos I’d brought.

“So.” I reached into the bag and pulled out the tacos I’d gotten for her. The ones that didn’t follow her daughter’s diet. “I respect that when you’re with Piper, you have restrictions.”

She huffed, her eyes turning to slits.

“Because,” I said before she could argue, “her diet is very important. It helps her.”

The tightness in her shoulder and jaw eased slightly.

“However. I do think that when you’re not with her, you could work on balance. Live a little.”

I opened the container that housed the tacos with the cheese and sour cream drizzle.

“It’s your call,” I said. “Always. I’m just pointing out that you’re allowed to enjoy stuff.”

She surveyed one taco container, then the other, then picked one of each for her plate. Progress.

I took the seat next to her and picked up my taco. But I paused with it halfway to my mouth, watching her as she pulled her hair into a messy side braid. The buttons of my green henley were open, the garment hanging on her like a tent and the sleeves way too long. Yet she stole the breath from my chest.

“What?” she asked. “I’m doing the balance thing.”

I smiled. “You are.” And she had no idea how gorgeous she was. That was just one of a thousand things that drew me to her.

“Then eat your tacos. You were the one who insisted you needed food.” With a roll of her eyes, she took a bite.

The moment the flavors hit her taste buds, her eyes softened, and something like joy hit her face. Yeah, she needed more of that feeling. In all aspects of her life. I enjoyed watching her savor every bite of the taco, even while finishing all of mine in a few mouthfuls.

“Wait.” She tipped her head, holding half of her second taco aloft. “That’s my phone.” Dropping the taco onto her plate, she hopped up. Then she ran from the room.

“Hello?” she said, her voice already laced with stress. “Yup, coming.” She flew back into the room with her phone in her hand. “Sorry. Piper is melting down. I have to go.” She scanned the room, stopping when she caught sight of her leggings. If she hadn’t been rushing around like her hair was on fire, I might have enjoyed the view as she bent to step into the damn things. Her Uggs were on, and she was moving for her purse when I stood and caught her arm.

“Wait.”

“I really have to go.” She yanked her arm back, but I held tight.

“Not like this.”

Her brows slammed together, that defiance that lived within her flaring to the surface, along with true panic for her child.

“Crabby.” I pulled her into my arms and hugged her. It took a second for her to relax against me. “I get that Piper is upset. But taking two minutes to get yourself together won’t hurt her,” I mumbled against the crown of her head. “So slow down, put on a bra, and”—I hated these next words because I really loved her in my clothes—“put on your own shirt. Maybe a coat too, since it’s below freezing.”

Swallowing audibly, she glanced down at herself and then at me. “It’s not like he’s?—”

I put my hand over her mouth. “Turns out I’m not as evolved as you are, and I’m not chill about the fact that other people ever have gotten to touch you. So let’s not go there,” I growled.

My hand still covered her mouth, but those amber eyes danced, like maybe she was smiling. She pulled on my arm, and I lowered my hand, settling it just above the curve of her ass.

“Are you jealous, Kyle Bosco?” Her tone was exponentially lighter. Damn, I loved it, even if it was at my expense.

I dropped my hand lower and gave her ass a squeeze. “Apparently, I’ve become somewhat possessive, but it’s your fault. This was never an issue for me until I met you.”

Her smile grew.

“So, for my peace of mind, will you put on a damn bra?”

She pulled away and headed across the room, and when she found her bra and shirt, she turned back to me and pulled my henley over her head.

My mouth watered at the sight of her pale breasts dusted with freckles. In response to the cool air, or maybe to my attention, her nipples pebbled. But before I could cross the room and run my tongue over them again, she slipped her arms into the straps of her bra. Dammit. And when she clasped it, then tossed her shirt over her head, I wanted to cry.

“Happier?” she asked.

“Not at all. But Piper needs you, so you can take a raincheck on the rest of the night.” I opened her coat closet and found her black coat. Once she was in front of me, I held it up and let her slip her arms in. “I’ll clean up and lock the door behind me.”

“Thanks.” Expression soft and full of gratitude, she lifted onto the balls of her feet. She gave me one more all too quick kiss, and then she was gone.

After a sigh, I pulled out my phone.

Me: Need a ride home.

Cam: That bad, huh?

Me: No, everything is perfect. Pipe just needed her, so she had to leave.

Cam: Did you talk about JJ?

Me: No. I’ll get there eventually.

Cam: Not smart.

I frowned at my phone, swallowing back my unease. I needed some time to talk to JJ first. Then I’d work up to talking to Harper too. I knew what I was doing. At least I thought I did.