6. Kyle
6
KYLE
I don’t even think about the consequences. Sienna is upset, and I can’t leave her like this, so I call Seamus, usher her into the back seat of my car, and take her back to my apartment.
She rests her head on my shoulder, and I give her a handkerchief to wipe her eyes, grateful to my mom for making sure all her sons carry freshly laundered handkerchiefs in their suit pockets.
The ride is silent as I give her time to calm down.
When the car pulls into the basement lot of the Wraith, I ease Sienna away from me just enough to open the door and climb out with her. The dim yellow lighting must penetrate whatever is going on inside her head because she peers around, fat teardrops clinging to her eyelashes. I quell the urge to catch one on my fingertip.
“Wh-where are we?” she stammers.
“The Wraith.” I guide her into the private elevator. “No pressure, Sienna. I thought you could use some breathing space.”
“What gave it away?” She tries to laugh, and the sound is muffled by the sobs still loitering under the surface.
In the elevator, she tries to mop up her tears, sniffing occasionally. We don’t speak.
When we reach my apartment, I settle her on the sofa and fix her a brandy, neat, in a crystal tumbler. “Drink this. It’ll make you feel better.”
Sienna doesn’t hesitate. She takes the drink, swallows it in one mouthful, and then splutters into the handkerchief as it goes down, producing more tears.
“I needed that,” she says finally.
I go to the liquor cabinet and fix two more drinks, both with a splash of soda. Removing my suit jacket, I sit opposite her, keeping my distance. She sips her second drink with caution.
This isn’t how I anticipated this conversation going. I wanted to warn her about Nick. I have nothing concrete to prove that his intentions towards her are anything other than a guy wanting to date a beautiful woman, but I can’t sit back and say nothing. I’ll never forgive myself if my suspicions are correct and he hurts her.
The mere thought of him laying a finger on her makes my jaw clench.
But now is not the time.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
She raises puffy eyes to me. “Not really. I should never have met him.”
I sip my brandy and soda. I never touch liquor during the day—I don’t have the liver for it like my brothers and my mom—but if I don’t dampen the sharp edges of this overwhelming need to protect Sienna, I’ll end up doing something I regret.
“Why did you?”
She puffs up her cheeks and releases a shaky breath. “I was trying to be the bigger person. Ha!” She shakes her head. “I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life wondering what he wanted to say.”
I sit forward on the sofa and rest my elbows on my thighs. I don’t know much about Sienna’s life—I’ve only gleaned snippets of information from Victoria—but I can imagine how the conversation went. She wanted an apology, and he would have skirted around a sorry, blaming everyone else for his mistakes until she forgot the reason why she was even there.
“And all he did was leave you with the sour taste of disappointment in your mouth.”
“So fucking disappointed.” She tips her head back and finishes her drink. “Can I get another one of these? They’re not even touching the sides.”
“Are you sure?” I stand up and take the empty glass from her. Our fingers brush, and electricity shoots down my spine.
Not now, I tell myself.
As if reading my mind, she quirks an eyebrow and smiles. “Don’t worry, I won’t accuse you of trying to get me drunk.” She slumps back against the cushions, kicks off her boots, and curls her legs under her.
I refill her glass with my back to her. When I look around, she’s back on her feet and standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, peering out across the city.
I stand beside her, and she accepts her drink with a grateful smile.
“Do you still see the skyline when you look out the window?” she asks.
I follow her gaze. The sky is heavy, ominously gray with the threat of snow. “Every day. I like it best when it’s stormy outside. It gives me a sense of serenity. Like whatever is going on in my life is nothing compared to the howling wind and the torrential rain.”
She turns to face me. “But do you ever feel like a prince in a gilded tower? Like you’re untouchable, you know? Removed from the real world.”
I smile and sip my drink. “Is that how you see me?”
“I guess. I mean, you never have to worry about paying the rent, do you? Or catching the bargains at the grocery store before they sell out. Or getting stuck in traffic on your way to work.” Her eyes have softened; the brandy is taking effect.
“Sometimes, I think it would be easier to have those kinds of problems.” She opens her mouth to protest, and I stop her. “I’m not looking for sympathy. But the higher you grow, the longer the fall on the way down.”
“Unless you jump.”
“I hope you mean figuratively speaking.”
Sienna rests her forehead on the glass and studies the ground below. “I hope you’re not scared of heights.”
“I’m not, but it took some getting used to when I first moved in.”
“Kyle, what are we doing?” She turns to face me, her eyes searching mine.
“We’re taking some time out. That’s all.”
I know this isn’t what she means. She wants to know what’s going on between us, and my throbbing cock is asking the same question, but after the altercation with Nick, I’m determined to sit back and wait for her to come to me. If I push now, it’ll send her running straight into his arms, and it’ll make it even harder for me to protect her.
“Some time out?”
She moves closer. Her eyelashes are still wet, and her cheeks are flushed from the brandy, and I have to resist the urge to cup her face with both hands and press my lips against hers.
Closer. Her lips are almost brushing mine. I can smell the faint tang of brandy on her breath. Feel the heat emanating from her.
“Do you want to kiss me, Kyle?”
All or nothing.
“More than I’ve ever wanted to kiss anyone in my life.” My voice is husky.
“What’s stopping you?”
I set our glasses down on the floor at our feet. The instant my fingers entwine with her hair, my intentions to give her space fly out of the window and are swallowed up by the heavy gray clouds.
She parts her lips to let me in. She closes her eyes, tilts her head backwards, and melds her body to mine.
“Sienna,” I murmur between kisses. “If you want me to stop, tell me now.”
Our tongues meet. Her arms wrap around my neck, pulling me onto her as though any distance between us is too much. I’m not about to give her a second chance to push me away.
I pick her up, and her legs curl around my hips. I carry her to the sofa and set her down gently, one knee between her legs while I loosen my tie and unbutton my shirt.
Sienna’s fingers are already fumbling with the zipper of my pants.
“No.” I move her hand away. “Not yet.”
“Are you always this bossy?” She slants her eyes at me, and I smother her mouth with a long, deep kiss.
“Always.”
I pull away long enough to tug her sweater over her head. I slide my hands beneath her back, unfasten her bra and toss it onto the floor with the sweater. Then, I sit back on her legs, pinning her beneath me so that she can’t move, and raise her arms behind her head so that I can study her body.
“ An-alainn . So beautiful.”
“Kyle…”
“Don’t say a word.”
Starting with her collarbones, I trace a pattern down her body with my fingertips, circling her breasts, her nipples, her ribs, and her belly button. Goosebumps pop on her arms, and her nipples grow erect.
“Hello.” I lean forward and suck her left nipple, tugging on it until it swells. I move onto her right nipple, squeezing her breast with my hand.
When I raise my eyes, Sienna is watching me with a small smile.
“What do you want me to do, leoin?”
Her eyelids are heavy. “I want you to fuck me. I want you to turn me over and fuck me from behind, and then I want you to fuck me again.”
I hold her gaze while I unzip her jeans. Underneath, she is wearing black lace panties that accentuate her pale skin. I climb off the sofa and pull off her jeans but leave her panties on. Still standing where I can see Sienna reclining on the sofa, naked apart from the black lace panties, I remove my shirt and pants.
My erection bulges inside my boxers, and Sienna’s eyes drop and widen. She instinctively licks her lips. This will be the first time I’ll have fucked her skin-on-skin, and my cock is aching to get started.
I drop my boxers, springing my cock free, and step out of them. Then, kneeling between Sienna’s legs on the sofa, I rub the end of my cock around her pussy. She arches her back, pushing herself onto me.
“Do you want me, leoin?” I spread her legs and press my cock into her pussy through the black lace.
She gasps. “Yes.”
“Show me.”
Her eyes open wide. Without missing a beat, she hooks one leg over the back of the sofa, and pulls her other leg towards her chest, holding her knee and opening herself up for me.
“Good girl.”
Gripping her inner thighs, I lower my face to her sex and suck her folds through the panties. “You’re dripping, Sienna. Did you come without me?”
“No.” She raises her head so that she can watch me. “This is what you do to me, Kyle.”
Blood surges through my veins, engorging my cock some more. “Say that again.”
“This is what you do to me, Kyle.” Her voice has risen a notch.
“Do I make you wet?” I pull the panties aside and insert a finger.
“Yes.”
I slide a second finger in, hooking them around her clit. “You can get wetter for me though, can’t you?”
“I…” Her breathing is already growing shallow. “Yes.”
“I can’t hear you, leoin.”
“Yes.”
A third finger goes in. I can feel her juices dripping down my hand as I work her clit. “Nope. Louder. I want everyone in the fucking building to hear you.”
“Yes, I can get wetter for you,” she cries out.
I pull my fingers out and stick them in her mouth while I lick her sex. The combination of her sucking on my fingers, and my tongue inside her, forces pre-cum from my dick.
“Sienna.” I stop licking and peer up at her from her pussy. “You are so fucking sexy. I could fuck you for the rest of my life…” I part her sex and push my tongue in as far as the hilt.
She stops sucking her taste from my fingers momentarily as my tongue finds the spot. Then she grips my hand and sucks them all the way in, gagging as her mouth fills, while her pussy clenches around me. I lick until her orgasm explodes into my mouth and dribbles down my chin, but I don’t stop. She releases my wrist, but I leave my fingers in her mouth while her body writhes beneath me.
I lose track of time. All that exists is my tongue inside her, and her cum trickling down my throat.
But she told me what she wanted, and I’m not about to let her down.
Sitting back on my haunches, I flip her over, dragging her ass towards me. Her upper body is limp, her face squashed against the sofa cushion.
I slide my cock into her dripping wet sex and lean over her so that I can whisper in her ear. “Is this what you wanted, leoin?”
“Yes.”
“You want me to fuck you from behind?” I ram my cock into her, my balls slapping against her pussy.
“Yes.”
I pull out. “Not yet.”
A low groan escapes her lips as I spread her butt cheeks wide and lick her. I want to taste every part of her. I drag my tongue from her pussy to her butt, until she pulls a tasseled cushion over her head.
Then I give her what she wants.
I fuck her from behind, gripping her hips tightly, and pulling her onto me. Then I flip her over, close her legs and fuck her again, her tight pussy sucking me in until I fill her with my cum.
After, I lay beside her on the sofa, tracing her nipples with my finger.
She turns her face to look at me. “Do you remember what you said to me before, Kyle? That this… This is all me, and you were only waking me up?”
I smile. “I remember.”
“I never forgot it. I dreamed about it at night. You were there, with your hair in a quiff, and I always felt like I was the most beautiful woman in the world.”
“You are.”
She shakes her head and stares at the ceiling.
I tweak her nipple. “Hey. You promised you wouldn’t go back there.”
“My scars?—”
“Your scars are part of you.” I lean on one elbow and press butterfly kisses to the scars across her chest. “Even if the skin healed perfectly, they would still be part of you.”
She faces me again and kisses me lightly on the lips. “Thank you.”
“Oh no. Don’t you dare thank me. Thanking me means that you don’t believe me, and I’m not letting you go until I know that you do.”
She chuckles. “I should go.”
I lean over her, smoothing her hair away from her face. “Do you believe me?”
“Yes.”
I wrinkle my nose. With her naked breasts pressing against my chest, my cock is already springing back to life. “I’m not convinced.”
She sucks on her bottom lip. “You want me to convince you?”
“Aye. I’m not sure how though.”
“I think I might know a way.”
Pushing me off her, she sits up and strokes my erection. “Prepare to be convinced,” she says before she goes down on me, her tongue pushing into the slit and her teeth nibbling the head.
It’s one of those days that doesn’t fully wake up before night crawls back in again.
It’s almost evening before we pull our clothes on and stand in front of the window with our hands wrapped around mugs of steaming black coffee. Our distorted reflections peer back at us.
I don’t want to let her go, but I know that I have no choice. No pressure. That’s what I promised her and myself.
I still need to warn her about Nick, but that will be the quickest way to kill the moment and today has been too special to deflate it like a popped balloon before it’s even over.
I remember that she didn’t eat lunch with her father.
“We could get dinner,” I suggest. “Anywhere you like. Room service if you’re not ready to face the world yet.”
She smiles, but I sense her pulling away from me. “I think I should just go home.”
“I’ll take you home.”
“No, Kyle, I can walk.”
I tug a lock of glossy red hair over her shoulder and wind it around my thumb. “Humor me, Sienna. What kind of man would I be if I made you walk home when there’s a car sitting in my parking lot doing nothing?”
“You’re not making me walk home. I enjoy it.”
“Now I know you’re lying.”
“Kyle, I don’t need a chaperone or a bodyguard or whatever. I’m a big girl now. I can?—”
Her cell phone rings, cutting her off. She pulls it out of her pocket, checks the caller ID, and averts her eyes. “I should take this.”
Walking away from the window, she keeps her back to me as she takes the call.
My hackles are up when I hear her say, “Hello, Nick.”
The man chooses his moments. I’m starting to think he has his own people trailing me.
“Sorry,” Sienna keeps her voice low and her head down. She still has her back to me; it’s obvious that she’d rather be taking this call anywhere but in my apartment. “I met my father for lunch.”
I try to imagine Nick’s reaction. Has Sienna told him about her father? I can’t bear the thought that the man knows more about her than I do, but I guess that’s his professional style: get to know the patient so that they trust him with a scalpel.
“Twenty years.”
Sienna’s shoulders are already bunched up around her ears. An hour ago, she was relaxed in my arms while I fucked her. I fight the urge to snatch the phone out of her hand and hurl it out the window.
“No, it was completely out of the blue.”
She freezes, and my pulse picks up speed.
“Do you think?” She glances at me then, catches my eye, and turns away.
Whatever Nick Morris is saying at the other end of the call, it concerns me, and I’m angry with myself for not telling her sooner what I know about him. Because if I tell her now, it will sound like I’m retaliating. Again.
I’m not playing Nick Morris at his own game.
I need to rewrite the rules, get one step ahead of him, and stay there.