Chapter 16
T he remainder of the two-minute journey to Kyla’s house happened in utter silence. Dylan only felt a growing frustration at his desire to be with her and her lack of acceptance of it. Kyla only felt angry, furious that Dylan felt he could cage her in and take away her freedom, wanting her to rely on only him.
As he pulled up on her driveway, he let the engine run, allowing it to cool down. He’d barely put it in park before Kyla jumped out of the car, slamming the door shut. Marching to her front door, keys already in hand, she unlocked it and threw it back on its hinges.
The more she thought about this situation, and his ridiculous behaviour when picking her and Sam up, the more the blood boiled in her veins.
“You’re mad, aren’t you?” Dylan asked, standing in her open doorway.
Kyla threw her bag up the stairs and whirled around to face him. She glared at him, her hands on her hips, and cocked her head to one side. “You think?”
Dylan closed his eyes for a few seconds, then opened them. “What have I done now?”
“You know damn well what you did. Don’t act all innocent with me. You were so rude to those guys. The guys that saved mine and your sister’s lives, might I add.”
“Look, you wouldn’t understand it, it’s a guy thing.” He shrugged his shoulders. “We know when another man is sniffing around—”
“Sniffing around what, Dylan? Don’t you dare say what’s yours because I’m no one’s.”
Dylan checked back over his shoulder, looking at his car. “I need to switch the car off. I’ll be back in a sec.”
Kyla folded her arms over her chest and sat down on the stairs, resting her feet on the bottom step. Leaning down, she fiddled with the buckle on her high heels, trying to undo the strap.
Dylan reappeared and stepped through into the hallway, closing the front door behind him and locking it. He watched her struggle with the buckle, the delicate little pin wobbling and refusing to leave the small hole it had been shoved through in a hurry earlier that evening.
“For fucks sake,” she yelled, yanking at her shoe and forcing it off her foot without undoing it.
“Do you want some help?” Dylan asked.
Kyla threw her shoe away from her, not in any intended direction, just away from her. It smacked Dylan square in the knee, but he said nothing.
“Ky?”
“No,” she said, wrenching her other shoe off without undoing it. When the pin snapped, she launched the shoe at the front door, hoping the damn thing would break.
Dylan resisted the urge to smile. He knew that would be the end of him if he did. “I think someone else needs some tension easing.”
Kyla snapped her eyes to his, narrowing them at him. “The only thing I need easing is the fucking pressure you’re putting on me. You’re like Gordon fucking Ramsey cranking the heat up in this frickin’ pressure cooker, Dylan. You’ve got to stop it.”
Dylan raised an eyebrow at her. “Ky, I’ve said nothing since this morning. This is all in your head.”
Kyla jumped to her feet and took two steps back, standing on the step that allowed her to be at the same head height as him. “Don’t you fucking gaslight me, Mohun. I am not crazy, I know damn well what’s happened today.”
Dylan lifted his hands in a surrender sign and took a step back. “Ky, I’ve said nothing more since I left you this afternoon. Have I?”
Thinking over the day’s events, over and over, Kyla said nothing for a good two minutes before she realised she had to admit defeat. “No,” she said, her voice quiet. “You haven’t.”
“So all this pressure you’re feeling in your head, it’s not from me, sweetheart. My foot is firmly off the accelerator. You made your feelings very clear earlier today. If all I get of you is this then I’m happy with that because it’s better than nothing.”
“But your behaviour earlier, Dylan, you looked like a jealous boyfriend. Those guys didn’t deserve that.”
Dylan sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly as he contemplated his words, picking them very carefully. “Did I look like a jealous boyfriend? Or did I look like a protective friend who wants something more? Kyla, you don’t know those two guys. They clearly are very interested in you, and my sister, and I don’t like the energy they give off. There’s something not right with them. Above all else, I don’t want you to end up with another Tony.” He took a breath and continued. “And those guys, Ky, those guys have all the feels of Tony, and then some. So yeah, I did the whole protective thing. Not because I want them to think you’re mine, but because I want them to know that if they even think of doing something to hurt you, they will have hell to pay, and then me.”
Kyla let his words soak in, letting them register one by one. She didn’t know what to respond to first. Her defensive, aggressive part wanted to pick at him and argue he was twisting her frame of mind, trying to manipulate her into thinking his agenda was neutral and innocent when it was the opposite.
However, her other side, the side Dylan seemed to be slowly chipping away at, believed him completely and softened even more at the sentiment his words carried.
“I don’t know what to say to that,” she whispered.
“I’m not asking you to say anything. I’m just asking you to listen...with this,” he said, tapping his index finger over his heart.
Tears sprung to her eyes in an instant. “I can’t,” she whispered.
Dylan closed the gap between them, his toes meeting the bottom step. “Why not?”
Kyla closed her eyes, squeezing her tears free. “Because if I do, I’ll end up broken all over again.”
Dylan climbed the stairs and wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling his face into her hair. He inhaled deeply, revelling in her familiar pomegranate shampoo. “I think you’re still broken, sweetheart. I think you’re still waiting for someone to put you back together but you’re afraid if you let them close enough to do that then they’ll be close enough for you to fall in love with.”
Kyla nestled her head on his shoulder, resting her left cheek on his broad muscles, staring numbly at her hallway wall. His words struck a chord deep in her soul. He was right, without a doubt he’d hit the nail on the head.
After a minute or so, she said, “I can’t do that to you, Dylan.”
“Do what?” He squeezed her tighter.
“I can’t let you fix me.”
Pressing a kiss to the side of her head, he asked, “Why?”
Lifting her head from his shoulder, she touched their noses together and replied, “Because then you’ll be broken too.”
Dylan couldn’t ignore the stab of pain that hit him square in the chest upon hearing her words. It pained him to see her in so much agony, not just for herself, but for others too. “The only thing that could break me,” he said, brushing her hair back from her face. “Is not having you in my life.”
Kyla scanned his eyes, trying to read his soul through his beautiful brown windows. “I literally don’t know why you stick around when I’m such an awkward bitch ninety percent of the time.”
Dylan grinned at her. “Ah, is this you admitting you’re awkward to test my boundaries? See how far you can push me before I snap?”
“Maybe,” she said, shrugging her shoulders. “Subconsciously, I mean. I would never do such a thing on purpose.”
“Of course not.”
She shook her head. “Of course not.”
Dylan slid one hand down underneath her ass and in one swift move, he lifted her in his arms and ran up the stairs to her bedroom. Kyla let out a shriek and started to giggle at the unexpected move. He laid her down on the bed before removing his top and his jeans in the blink of an eye, leaving just his boxers on.
Watching him come back towards her with a glint of mischief in his eyes that Kyla knew all too well, she couldn’t help but think how her mood had been flipped in a matter of minutes. From the simmering rage in her veins when she first arrived home to now, Dylan had managed to turn her mood around.
And not for the first time.
Don’t even go there, said the voice in the back of her mind. You can’t afford to let your guard down again.
Dylan climbed on top of her, trapping her between his thick, muscled legs. Placing one hand either side of her head and staring down at her with a primal hunger drifting through his eyes, Kyla couldn’t help but grin.
“Come on, daddy , I’m all yours.”
Dylan smiled at her, his eyes softening. “Let’s leave that out of it tonight, hmmm?”
Kyla narrowed her eyes at him, her mind racing with ideas of what their sex would be like without the fight for dominance, without her sass pushing his buttons. “And replace it with what, Dylan?”
“Just trust me,” he said, leaning down towards her neck. “Lay back and relax.”
Kyla closed her eyes and tried to relax. Dylan pressed soft, gentle kisses across her collarbone, slowly creeping his way to the crook of her neck. He nipped at her skin with his teeth, sending a shiver down her spine and tingles straight between her legs. As he kissed his way up her neck towards her ear, he trailed his fingertips across her stomach, sliding his hand down towards the edge of her dress.
Dylan nibbled on the bottom of her earlobe, making her gasp at the change in sensation. Potent throbs fizzed over her clit leaving her yearning for more. Lifting the bottom of her dress up, Dylan pushed the fabric up her body before removing it from her completely. Staring at her underneath him in nothing but her black lacy bra and thong, Dylan couldn’t help the smile that unfolded over his face.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, looking back at her, willing her to open her eyes.
Kyla fluttered her eyes open, her vision blurred momentarily as she came back to reality from her moment of utter decadence. She smiled at him but said nothing.
Dylan moved down to her stomach, the one area that she hated to be touched. Pressing kisses along the line of her thong from one hip bone to the other, Dylan traced his fingers up and down her inner thigh, watching with satisfaction as goosebumps followed his touch.
Kyla closed her eyes again, emptying her mind and focusing only on his touch. As he kissed his way from her thong, across her stomach, up to the bottom of her breasts, Kyla arched her back, silently begging him to take her bra off.
Dylan reached behind her back and undid her bra with one swift move before pulling it off her. He kissed between her breasts before stroking his tongue up her cleavage, watching her shiver beneath him. Tracing his tongue towards her nipple, he skirted all around the soft edge, taking delight in her rosy pink bud shrinking.
As he gripped her hard nipple gently between his teeth, Kyla revelled in the intoxicating buzz filtering through her body and let out a moan. Dylan slid his fingers underneath the fabric of her thong feeling her excitement for him already leaking out of her.
Moving his focus to her other nipple, Dylan inched her thong down her legs, removing it with his foot as he skimmed his fingers up her inner thigh, eager to feel her wet warmth around his fingers. Slipping his index and middle finger inside her, Dylan let out a groan at feeling how ready for him she was.
Kyla let out a gasp as she felt his fingers ease inside her. Feeling him slide inside her at the same time his tongue teased her nipples had her floating on a cloud of utter ecstasy.
Dylan took his hand back, smiling as Kyla let out a moan of protest. Removing his boxers in the blink of an eye, Dylan nestled himself between her legs. Still licking and nibbling at her nipple, he wrapped his arms around her back and cradled her against him as he pushed himself inside.
Kyla moaned his name in relief, her satiation on the horizon. Feeling his lazy, slow moves as he moved in and out of her, Kyla became lost in a sea of overwhelming pleasure.
Dylan took his mouth from her nipple and pressed his lips to her, slipping his tongue between her lips. Kissing her deep, entwining their tongues together in a tender, gentle dance, Kyla lost herself to him, a single thought of This is nice crossing her mind. The way he held her so tenderly, so carefully, whilst he caressed her in so many different ways, Kyla could feel the love pouring from him, surrounding her, enveloping her.
A barb of panic lodged itself in her heart as she remembered his words from earlier about sex being nice and not just fucking. She knew exactly what his end game was now, and she couldn’t let it happen. She just couldn’t. Because if he did that, if he made love to her, it would mean something so much more. Something she wasn’t ready for.
In that single second of realisation, her pleasure didn’t matter one bit. She needed out from this situation. Now.
“Dylan, stop, stop now,” Kyla said, placing her hands on his chest and squirming her way up the bed, away from him.
Dylan lifted himself from her straight away, pulling out. “What’s wrong?”
“I know what you’re doing,” she replied, scrambling into a sitting position. She grabbed the duvet and wrapped it around herself, as if it were some sort of comfort blanket. “I can feel it from you.” She shook her head. “It’s not what I want, Dylan. Please don’t ruin this.”
“How am I ruining this?”
“I asked you not to push me back to where you put me this morning. Don’t try and wriggle out of this. I know what you were doing. It’s not happening. You either fuck me or you don’t. There’s no being nice, no ‘making love’,” she said, motioning with air quotes.
Dylan pressed his lips together and let out a sigh. After a few seconds, he nodded. “Sure, ok, fine.” He shrugged his shoulders. “But one day, Kyla, you’re going to have to realise that not everything can be your way. One day you will have to give in and compromise.”
A seductive smirk tweaked at her lips as she whispered, “Make me.” Then she breathed, “Daddy.”
Dylan’s eyes darkened in an instant. He crawled towards her, yanking the duvet from her before grabbing her ankle and dragging her back towards him. In one swift move, he flipped her over onto her stomach, slapped her ass, and said “Ass up. Now.”
Kyla bit her lip and smiled. Now he was talking. Keeping her face down on the bed, she lifted her ass up into the air, creating that perfect angle she knew he loved.
Placing his hands on her hips, Dylan thrust himself back inside her, digging his fingers into her skin as he fucked her hard and deep, just how she liked it in this position. After a minute or so, he took one hand and grabbed a hold of her hair, wrapping it around his wrist, arching her head back.
Kyla sucked in a deep breath as she quivered with excitement. Reaching down to her clit, she started playing with herself, wanting to feel as many sensations as possible, anything to remind her she was alive and didn’t need to think about reality.
As the sound of their skin smacking filled the air, Kyla closed her eyes as she picked up the rhythm, chasing an orgasm. She closed her eyes as the feeling in her core built, waiting for that cascading moment where she could spiral down on a cloud of ecstasy.
Right as she tumbled over the edge, her body twitching with its sweet release, Kyla’s mind filled with the image of swirling jade green eyes, blonde hair, and hard as steel muscles.