5. Kyla
Chapter Five
KYLA
Despite my anxiety about the door and the red-frosted cookie, Zander being here has a calming effect on me. It’s like nothing bad can happen when he’s around, and if it did, he’d know exactly what to do to make it better.
We order takeout and eat upstairs on my tiny sofa. The sheriff drives over and inspects the lock. He advises me to install video security and asks me questions about my relationship with Trevor. I’m glad they’re taking it seriously, even though I still can’t be sure it’s definitely him. He says they’ll have someone sit outside in a patrol car for a couple of hours tonight, to deter anyone who might be watching the store.
Tiffany hops up onto Zander’s lap once the sheriff has gone. She’s not usually so friendly with new people, so I take it as a good sign. He scratches her under her chin and she purrs, before heading downstairs to her usual spot under the counter.
Zander takes my hand. “I’m not leaving you. If you throw me a blanket, I can bunk downstairs on the floor.”
I smile at him. “I don’t think you’ll fit under the counter with Tiffany. Would you mind staying up here with me?”
He traces his fingers slowly up my arm, then cups my cheek with his big hand. “I’d be delighted.”
Maybe this is all moving too fast, but I don’t care. Being with Zander quietens the anxious voices in my head. And I’d be lying if I said that his massive presence didn’t light up my body. Concentrating on the physical sensations is helping to distract me from thinking too much about all my worries.
Zander leans in to brush his lips against mine, sending sparks jittering down my spine. I gasp as my hands clasp his neck, pulling him closer. A slow, warm tingle spreads down to my core, every nerve sparking into life. I breathe in the soft musk of his scent, his tongue dancing with mine.
He deepens the kiss and I moan, arching my body into him. His hardness presses against me as he pulls me on top of him. The tiny sofa creaks in protest and we both laugh, breaking the kiss.
“Can I invite you into the bedroom? It’s way more comfortable…”
His eyes are dark as he nods, smiling that lopsided grin. He lifts me, his hands encircling my waist, pressing me against his muscled torso. His eyes are locked on mine as he carries me to the bed, setting me down gently.
I start to take off my sweater and he shakes his head. “Let me do it.”
He removes my sweater and then my T-shirt, kissing my exposed skin as he goes. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, did you know that?”
I unhook my bra and he groans as my breasts fall free. His eyes linger on them as he cups them in his big, calloused hands, leaning down to lick each nipple in turn. I arch my back, moaning again, as he takes one into his mouth, sucking and nibbling. He turns his attention to the other, then presses my breasts together to tongue both nipples as I gasp.
He moves down further, kissing my warm skin as I pull off his T-shirt. His abs are chiseled, every muscle defined. His broad shoulders flex as he pulls off my jeans and my panties. He parts my legs, kissing my thighs until he reaches my core, his tongue exploring every fold until he reaches my clit.
“You’re so wet,” he growls. “And you taste so good .” I buck my hips up against him as he tongues my clit, slowly at first and then faster. Sparks start to spread from my core around my whole body as his tongue works me insistently. I grasp onto the sheets, moaning louder as he slides one finger and then another inside me, flicking his tongue over and over my clit.
The pleasure builds and I come hard, clenching against his fingers as sparks dance behind my closed eyelids. My breathing slows as I blink open my eyes.
I sit up, scrabbling at his belt with my fingers. He takes my hand and runs it over the huge bulge pressing at his zipper.
“I want to feel you inside me, Zander. I’m on birth control. I haven’t been with anyone for ten months and I’m clean.”
He smiles. “Me too. It’s been a lot longer than that for me. I hope I remember how to do this.”
He unzips his jeans, pulling them off, and my eyes pop as his enormous cock springs free. He positions himself between my legs, teasing my entrance with the tip.
“Please…” I can’t bear not feeling him inside me.
He pushes into me, filling every inch of my pussy with his rock-hard cock. I moan as he slides in and out, his thumb working my clit again.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” His voice is gruff. The bed creaks beneath us as his long thrusts fill me up. The pleasure starts to build again as he leans down to nip and suck at my jiggling breasts. Waves of pleasure radiate out from my core as his pace quickens and the friction between us grows more intense.
My nails dig into his shoulders as he pounds into me and I moan as a warm wave of pleasure crashes over me. I come hard, pulsing against his thick length as he thrusts faster. His hips jerk and he groans, filling me up with his hot seed as he comes.
We lie tangled together, our breathing slowing. He wraps me gently in the cover, folding his big body around me. Despite the stress of the day, this is the perfect ending. I close my eyes and drift off into a dreamless sleep.