37. Harper

Me: It’s not even midnight yet. This came early.

Kyle: I know but I’m extra blue so I need the moral support.

I was blue too. It was an hour before midnight, and for the first time in I don’t know how long, instead of overwhelmed and exhausted, I was lonely. Even with all the texting and phone calls, I missed Kyle, and so did the kids. Spring training, when he’d be gone for weeks, was going to suck. For all of us.

The kids had been asleep for a couple of hours. We’d celebrated New Year’s a little before eight, with Kyle joining in on FaceTime. After that, he was headed out, and I put the kids to bed at eight thirty. I’d be asleep now if Kyle hadn’t made me promise to FaceTime with him when the ball dropped. He’d still be out, I was sure, but knowing that he wanted to see me at midnight made the idea of him having fun without me sting less.

I had Ryan Seacrest’s New Year’s Rockin’ Eve on the TV, and I was just starting to doze when a knock startled me.

My heart raced as I straightened on the couch. Who the hell was here? Maybe Trevor? The girls were with him tonight, so maybe he needed help with them? I heaved myself up and shuffled to the door, straightening my pajamas as I went.

As I pulled the door open, my heart stuttered and my eyes popped wide open. “Kyle?”

“Happy New Year, Crabby.” He stepped inside and dropped his suitcase and bag on the floor. Then he wrapped me in a tight hug. With his lips on mine, he kicked the door shut with his foot and pressed me up against the wall. Leaning his entire body into mine as his tongue dominated my mouth.

When we were both breathless, he pulled back and rested his forehead against mine. “I couldn’t start the new year without you.”

“I’m really glad you’re here,” I mumbled against the rough skin of his jaw.

With both hands on my ass, he lifted me. Then he guided my legs around his hips. “Can we take this to your room so we can try out that black lace? I really want to ring in the new year with my dick inside you.”

I giggled as he carried me down the short hall. “You’ll have to be quiet, though.”

“Oh, Crabby.” He shook his head and grinned. “You’re the one who’s always moaning and yelling my name.”

“Shut up.” I whacked his shoulder.

Inside my bedroom, he set me on my feet and locked the door behind us. “God, I missed you,” he said, and then dropped his lips to mine.

I was so distracted by the fact that he was here that I forgot I had an entire plan for when he returned. He peppered kissed down my neck as his hand slipped under my tank top.

“Kyle, wait.”

“Hmm?” he mumbled against my skin, the vibration sending shivers through me.

“Kyle?”

He pulled back, his brow crinkling with concern.

“Can you get the whipped cream from the fridge?”

His lips pulled up in a smirk that flipped my stomach. “Whipped cream. My girl’s feeling kinky tonight?”

“Maybe.” Coyly, I ran a finger down his chest and over his abs. He grabbed my arm just as I reached the button of his jeans. He lifted it, bringing my wrist to his mouth. He nipped once before pressing a soft kiss against my skin.

“I’ll be quick,” he promised.

As soon as he slipped out the door. I rushed to the dresser and pulled out the black lingerie I’d bought. I had just slipped the second strap over my shoulder when the bedroom door opened.

“Fuck.” He groaned, immediately adjusting himself in his jeans.

“You like it?” I asked as his eyes ate up every inch of the mesh and lace covering me. The way he responded to me gave me a confidence I didn’t know I could have.

“You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.” He shook the can in his hand and popped the white cap off.

“Not so fast. That is for me.” I grinned as I took the can from him.

“Ooh, feisty tonight.” He rocked back on his heels. “You going to be the one issuing commands?”

“Yes.” For about five minutes before Kyle’s naturally assertive personality took over, I was sure. “Take your shirt off.”

Grinning, he swiped it over his head. At the sight of him, my breath hitched. It never got old. For a moment, I just drank him in, tracking over every swell and dip of muscle on his chest. My teeth pressed into my bottom lip as his pecs tightened.

Show off.

I glanced up to find him full-on glowing.

“Love that I turn you on, Crabby.”

“Who said I was turned on?” I teased.

He snaked a hand out, catching the hem of my one piece. “Should I check?” His finger barely slipped underneath, but it was enough to make me shudder. His eyes flashed wickedly. “You were saying?”

I never would have believed that cockiness could be so adorable.

“I was saying that I’m in charge.”

As I shook the can, he zeroed in on it, and his eyes went wide when I pressed the white top and a dollop of white cream burst out, painting his pec. A breath hissed from between his teeth.

Heart racing, I leaned forward to lightly lick it off his chest, being sure to let my teeth graze his nipple.

Before I could even swallow, he’d locked a hand around my throat, making a thrill shoot down my spine. He forced my mouth to his and thrust his tongue between my lips, licking the whipped cream from mine.

“My two favorite flavors,” he growled as he backed me toward my bed.

Before he could lay me down, I spun. “I’m in charge, remember?”

Looming over me, he chuckled.

“Pants off and lay down.” With one brow arched, I shook the can.

He made a show of slowly unbuttoning his jeans before shucking them off. Then he lay on the bed in just his boxer briefs, locking his wrists together over his head.

For a moment I just stood above him, enjoying the view. Every curve and swell of muscle on what could only be described as a perfect body. The way his tan skin popped against the white comforter. The bulge that pressed hard and long against the black material of his boxers. A slow burn built deep in my core as I longed to feel him inside me.

“Do your worst, baby.”

The challenge in his voice pulled me out of my stupor. Shaking the can again, I climbed onto his hips. Then I settled my legs on either side of his so his cock lined up with the apex of my thighs. I rocked slowly, feeling his dick jump against me. He groaned and his eyes flitted shut. I rocked one more time, and this time, I sent a line of whipped cream down the center of his chest.

“Shit. That’s cold,” he hissed, his eyes popping wide.

“Aw, poor baby. I’ll get it.” Slowly, starting at the top, I licked my way down, teasing every line of muscles with my tongue. With every swipe, his abs tightened further. I shifted down as I worked my way closer to the waistband of his underwear.

I toyed with the edge. Then dropped my head to place a kiss on the swell of his erection through the fabric.

“Please.” He groaned, his hips jumping. “Please tell me I get that hot mouth around me.”

I smiled up at him. “Patience, Mr. Bosco.”

His eyes flashed in response to that command.

Feeling damn proud of myself, I turned back to the black waistband. He lifted his hips so I could tug them down, and the second it was free of the material, his cock jutted up.

I traced the vein down the back with my thumb. “Mmm.” Angling forward, I teased him, keeping my mouth only inches from his length. When my breath brushed his dick, his breath caught.

I pulled back. “Oh, wait, I forgot.”

He let out a curse, but he snapped his mouth shut quickly when he caught sight of the whipped cream I’d picked up.

I sprayed the white cream along the underside of his cock, pulling a sharp hiss from him. Then, in one lick, I ran my tongue from root to tip. Fisting him, I circled the head twice and finally took him into my mouth.

“Holy fuck.” His body locked. “The cold and your hot mouth.” He groaned. “Fuck, baby.” He grabbed a fistful of my hair and held me in place. “Yeah, just like that.” His dick hit the back of my throat, making me gag. “The sound of you gagging on my cock is so fucking hot.”

With his hand guiding me, I worked him over, teasing his tip and then taking him deep again. I dropped the can and reached up to toy with his balls.

“Yes, tug on them.” His hips shot off the bed. “Shit, that feels so damn good.”

I did it again, and he groaned.

“Stop.”

My scalp tingled as he pulled my hair. But I ignored him. I slipped my hands under his ass, locking myself against him. Peeking up, I continue to work him over. He panted, looking down at me with wild eyes. And I took him deep.

“Crabby.” He groaned, his grip on my hair shifting from pulling me away to holding me tight. His hips thrust off the bed and the tip of his cock hit my throat. “Shit.” His hand tightened on my hair and his legs tightened under me. “I’m going to come.” The words had hardly left his mouth before his dick began to pulse, and with a deep groan the hot liquid hit my mouth. Swallowing, I continued my motion until his entire body relaxed. The second I released him, he pulled me up and pressed his mouth to mine.

“Damn, your mouth is perfection,” he mumbled against my lips, sounding relaxed and blissed out.

“Did I wear you out?” I teased.

He scoffed. “That was amazing but it’s been a week, I need to feel that pussy contract around me.”

With an arm locked around my waist, he spun so I was flat on my back and he hovered over me. Hooking his fingers into the straps of my lingerie, he slid them down my arms, letting my breasts fall free.

“But first…” He grabbed the can with a teasing smile. “I think I should get a turn.”

I pursed my lips. “Only because you were such a good boy.”

“I’ll always be a good boy for you.”

The burst of cold hit my nipple, and I squeaked.

His deep chuckle echoed its way down my spine. “I’ll warm you up, baby.” He dipped and latched on to my nipple, teasing and toying with his tongue, switching between his hot mouth and the cold whipped cream until I was shaking, begging.

“Kyle,” I whimpered.

He slipped the black lace over my hips and off, then slipped a hand between my thighs and slid two fingers into me.

He groaned. “You’re so ready for me, Crabby.”

With a thumb, he teased my clit, rubbing small circles around it, sending bursts of pleasure shooting up my spine.

“Yes.” I arched into him. He shifted and my eyes drifted closed. “That feels so”—a burst of cold cream hit my flesh—“cold.” I coughed the words out.

“Just wanted some whipped cream on my dessert.” He chuckled as another squirt of whipped cream hit the apex of my thighs. “Now to clean up this mess.”

He toyed, licking at the whipped cream. Teasing me before he finally flattened his tongue against me, and a moan worked its way out of my chest and echoed around us. With each swirl of his tongue, I spun closer to release, and when he sucked my clit and slid one finger inside me, then two, I moaned.

I never wanted him to stop. The throbbing built so deep inside me I was panting and shaking. My legs quivered. His tongue flicked two more times, and I broke. Pleasure rocketed through me so fast it took my breath away. He stayed with me the entire time, lapping up every last drop of pleasure. My body sagged against the bed as he slowly kissed his way up my stomach and over my chest until he pressed his lips to mine.

“Glad I’m back, baby?” He smirked and slipped his hand between my thighs again.

I groaned, my body already heated again for him. “Yes, and I need you to fuck me.”

“Your wish is my command.”

When he pulled his hand back, I groaned, but before I could complain about the loss of his touch, he hooked my leg over his hip, lined himself up, and with his lips pressed to mine, he pushed into me. He moved with slow, even strokes as his tongue mimicked the motion. Claiming all of me. We moved like that, skin to skin, using each other, our breaths mingling and our bodies sticky with whipped cream.

“Harder, baby,” I begged.

“You’re in charge.” He grasped my arms and locked them over my head. “And you are mine.” He thrust hard, pounding fast, hitting that spot that caused such a wave of pleasure to pulse through me that it was impossible for my eyes to focus. “Mine,” he gritted again. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” I panted. “Yes.” My back bowed off the bed, thrusting toward him. “Yes, right there,” I cried.

The sound was cut off when he covered my mouth with his and swallowed the moan that left my lips.

He thrust deep, causing the echo of our bodies colliding to flood the room.

“I need you to come,” he grunted against my lips.

He shifted so he could toy and pinch my nipple until I couldn’t take it anymore. A wave of euphoria rocked through me. And when I cried his name and came in a violent explosion, he swallowed the sound.

“Fuck.” He groaned as he lost his own control, rutting into me frantically. “Fuck, Harper,” he repeated as his cock jumped and pulsed inside me. Finally he collapsed on me, and for two breaths, his weight pressed into me before he spun us.

He pulled me close and kissed the top of my head, holding me as our hearts slowed and our breathing evened out.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” After a quick shower, Kyle swiped his boxer briefs off the floor and stepped into them, followed by his jeans.

My stomach sank. He’d told me that he always left after sex, but stupidly, I thought he’d stay with me.

“I’m going to grab a gluten-free muffin or fruit or whatever you have, and I’ll be back.” He slipped out the door.

The sinking feeling was replaced by a chuckle. He hadn’t been kidding about eating after sex. I climbed into bed and braced for his goodbye.

But the second he was back in the room, holding two bananas, he stepped out of his jeans.

“Are you staying?”

“Of course. There’s nowhere else I’d want to be, Crabby.”

As he slipped in next to me, my heart squeezed hard in my chest. I didn’t even know why I had doubted him. A warmth spread through me as I drank him in, knowing with certainty that for once, I could trust someone.