Chapter 14
Fourteen
Fuck, this is gonna destroy me completely, but I gotta have her, just for now, even if it costs me everything.
I let her go, pull my shirt over my head.
The problem is that I don’t trust her promise.
I don’t know what drives her away from the club, but hidden deep down inside her there’s this urge to run.
And no promise in the world will change her mind.
“Kyler,” she whispers. Her hands wander down my chest, leaving a heated trail on my skin.
Her fingers wander over the black lines of my tattoos, over the naked skin of my belly, down, down, down, until they brush along the edge of my boxers. Down further, until she places her hand over the fabric on my hard cock.
I inhale a sharp breath. I’d do anything to protect her and Rebel, but would she do anything to stay here? To stay with me? Or would she just make sure Rebel’s safe? My head’s conflicted and thoughts tumble over one another as my body burns for her.
Then the hand dives in my boxers, and I let it.
Slowly I lean forward and press my lips to hers.
I ache for her, a longing so intense it feels like a physical pain, wanting her to be mine alone.
A moan leaves her mouth and I catch it with mine.
As our tongues wrestle with each other, I lean closer to her.
When she tries to pull away from me, I grab her chin and dive further for a deeper kiss.
“Nope,” I hum, when I let go briefly before kissing her even deeper. Maybe she obtained this her way, but the way we do it is mine.
I grab her arm, release her mouth, and push her down on the mattress.
The vibrant, silky pajama pants, bursting with wildflowers, resist my efforts as I hook my fingers behind the waistband and tug.
I then slide them over her feet and drop it to the floor beside me.
My gaze falls on her lacy black hipsters and I place my hand over the middle, rubbing it with my thumb.
Her thighs contract with the movement. Leaning forward, I lower myself and plant a soft kiss on the fabric, tracing a path upward while burying my nose under her top. I missed her body. She’s still…
“So damn beautiful,” I murmur, more to myself than to her. Her curves seem more striking to me now than I remember.
I gradually push her tank top higher, revealing her breasts, and suck on her nipple. Through my eyelashes, I look up and see that her eyes are closed and her mouth is slightly agape.
This is what I’ve dreamed of for so long: to have her under me again.
“Turn around,” I croak as I let go of her. Her eyes open and she does what I ask of her without protest.
“Good girl,” I murmur, running my hand over her ass giving it a soft slap. The response is a loud moan.
“Off.” It’s an order. I pull on the elastic and the fabric slides off her. “I’ll take you like this,” I growl. Then I push her top up slightly.
Once more I slide my hand over that perfect ass, stroking further until my fingers find her heat.
I growl deep inside my chest and that’s when lust takes over.
I pull off my briefs, lean over her, and press my mouth against Layne’s neck.
My tongue tastes the salt of her skin, my fingers bury themselves in her wetness and my cock grows harder by the second. This is all for me, mine.
Layne pushes her ass against my crotch, attempting to get closer, but that’s not going to happen. I set the pace. Excruciatingly slow, I slide two fingers inside her and move them in and out of her. Again and again. If this is going to break me, it will be torture for her.
Her breathing becomes heavier, and she drops her head onto the mattress. A smile forms around my mouth. “Feels good?” I ask teasingly, knowing I could stop this at any moment.
A sound that I can’t decipher comes out of her mouth, but it’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. I pull my fingers out of her, take my cock in my hand, and bring myself into position. Then I thrust inside.
And fuck, it’s blissful.
Layne gasps as I’m buried completely inside her, and my heart almost seems to burst through my chest. I take a deep breath, let my right hand slide from the soft skin on her belly, under her shirt, between her breasts, to her neck. There I put it around her and I force her up.
Mine.
She puts her head back against my shoulder and looks up at me from under her lashes.
I kiss her, pushing her lips apart with my tongue.
I slide my tongue into her mouth, simultaneously thrusting in again.
Both of us moan. Fuck, this feels so good.
Her warmth around me is all I want. Always.
My hand wanders to her breast and I play with her nipple between my fingers as I slowly slide out of her.
“Kyler, fuck. Take me.” She pushes back against me, causing me to place a hand on her hip.
“Nuh-uh,” I scold. I have to go slowly, tightening every muscle in my belly, just barely managing not to cum.
She’s perfection. I’ve dreamed about this every night for the past ten years.
And I have to close my eyes to let the image of her go.
I need to focus on something else for a moment, before I end it before we’ve even started properly.
After taking a few deep breaths, I pull myself together.
“Ky?”
I hum and thrust my hips forward, going deep.
Because of the sudden thrust, I have to put an arm around Layne to keep her from falling forward onto the bed. It’s so good I do it again.
Everything. She wants to give me everything. That’s what she said, so that’s what she has to do now.
“Ah, yes.” She moans with her fingers wrapped around my arm, her eyes closed. “Harder.”
I do as she asks and with each thrust, I growl deep.
“Kyler,” she moans again and I clench my jaw.
With my free hand, I knead her breast, playing with her nipple and squeezing it gently. “I want you, Rebel, everything,” I murmur.
“God, yes.” Her eyes are closed, and I press my forehead against the back of her head.
I thrust in hard again. “This ass is mine, Layne.” I quicken the pace.
Tension builds in my lower abdomen. My balls tingle, and then I pull back.
“Turn around,” I command, and she does as I ask.
I lower my ass to my feet and gesture for her to come to me.
Layne sits in my lap, takes my cock in her hand and slowly sinks down on me.
Oh, fuck, yes. I put my hand on the back of her head and pull her to me, pressing my lips to hers and opening them.
Without waiting, I start thrusting into her, letting my hand wander from her head to her breast. Faster and faster.
My tongue dives deep into her mouth, my other arm is around her hips, and her heated skin is so close to mine that I no longer know where I end and she begins.
All thoughts fade away and all that’s there now are our bodies and the sound of our skin slapping.
With my thumb, I stroke along her nipple, causing a moan to leave her mouth. Slowly, the tingling spreads through my body. It starts in my toes, spreads to my fingers, my balls, until finally I can’t hold it in.
“I’m coming, baby,” I murmur against her cheek.
Her speech becomes unintelligible as waves of pleasure course through me. My arms wrap tighter around Layne and I pull her closer to me. I squeeze my eyes shut as my ears ring. “Oh fuck,” I bring out and thrust again.
When I repeat slowly, she jerks uncontrollably in my arms. So I let myself slide into her one more time, despite how sensitive it is, causing a shiver to slide down my spine. It earns me a soft moan. “Ky, press against—”
Before she’s even finished the sentence, I rub her clit with my thumb, then her head falls back and she falls over the edge. Her warmth squeezes around me, causing shivers to run through my body. “Fuck, Layne, so sensitive.”
She doesn’t respond. She’s somewhere far away and has yet to come back to me. With her in my arms, I drop sideways onto the bed.
“Lay,” I whisper and sweep a strand from her face.
Layne doesn’t look up at me, but buries her face in my chest. “I love you,” I whisper. Then I press a kiss to her forehead.
Still no response. The only sound comes from my heart, which crumbles a little further.
“Pax, come with me.” With large strides, I walk toward my bike the next morning and gesture to my little brother, who’s standing in the doorway of the clubhouse bar.
He sighs and saunters over to his bike. “Seriously? Where to?”
“The clubs. Checking business and restocking coke.” I turn the Indian in the right direction, pull open the throttle, and put my feet on the struts. The first stop is Infinity.
After about twenty minutes, we arrive. Pax puts his bike next to mine and together we walk in. We don’t say a word.
As soon as we step through the door of the club, sensual music echoes in my ears.
My gaze slides to the velvet, gold-colored chairs where several men are being entertained by scantily clad girls.
Jasmine, one of the girls, winks at me as her customer stares at her breasts.
With my hands in my pockets, I nod back and walk slowly but deliberately toward the white marble bar.
“Hey, man,” I say to Jake, the bartender. “Get me a beer.” I slide onto a stool.
“No problem. You, too?” He looks at Pax and when he nods, Jake goes to work.
With a sigh, Pax sits down next to me and then I hear her.
“Kyler,” she coos.
I briefly close my eyes and take a deep breath.
Feeling her hands on my upper arm, I turn toward Carly and remove her fingers from my skin.
She straightens herself and clears her throat.
“How nice of you to come here,” she forces out.
Her eyes scan the place, but don’t land on my face for more than five seconds before they’re gone again. She avoids Pax altogether.
“There you go.” Jake sets two beers on the bar and walks discreetly to the other end of it.
Quietly, I take a sip. “You think so?”
“Of course.” A fake smile appears on her face.
Shaking my head, I bring my glass to my lips. “Business alright?” I ask when I put the glass back down and have swallowed the sip. Meanwhile, I run my eyes over the dancers performing sensual moves on the stage across the room.
Her head nod is an exaggerated version of the normal one. “There are two new girls starting next week. Fresh meat is always in demand. Despite high demand for some girls, two quit their positions last week. So I’m very—”
“Carly,” I interrupt calmly and stare into the golden drink. “Yes or no.” I raise an eyebrow and glance at her from the corner of my eye. “I don’t give a damn how you run the place, as long as you do it right. And besides, that’s not something you discuss in front of guests.”
“Sorry, Ky,” she stammers. “I was just excited and I—”
“Yes or no,” I spit out. Today, the incessant rattling is more irritating than ever, given yesterday’s events. “The question isn’t difficult.” The menacing tone is clearly audible.
“Yes, definitely yes. It’s going great.” Meanwhile, Carly’s gone white as a sheet and her eyes wander from me to Pax and back again.
With a lack of interest, Pax sips at his beer. We’re not playing good cop, bad cop, but if we were, I think he’d be perceived as the good cop. People should know better.
“Good.” I pour the last drops of my beer into my mouth and hand her the glass.
A watery smile appears on Carly’s face.
“Are you coming, Pax?”
He shoots me a sullen look before downing the rest of his beer. “Sure. Off to Wicked.” We get up from the stool and walk out, side by side.
“Something’s wrong. She was more nervous than usual and that’s never a good thing.” I rub my forehead. “Maybe we should ask for the accounts.”
“Who do you want looking at that?” Meanwhile, Pax lights a cigarette.
“Josh,” I say. “He’s our secretary for a reason. He’s got a degree in economics.”
“Fine. I’ll tell him to ask for Infinity’s accounts,” Pax says as he holds the smoke from the cigarette in his lungs.
After he finishes smoking, I put my helmet back on and start the Indian. Time for the next club.