Needing to Love You (Houston's Finest #2)

by Erin Rylie

  Once they’d both toed off their shoes and placed them in the basket by the door, she grabbed Carlos’s hand and led him to her bedroom. However, before she could open the door and lead them inside, he stopped her. Instead, he pressed her up against the door, his hands on her hips.

  Carlos leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. “I had a great time tonight, Kels. Will you let me take you on another date?”

  Kelsey sunk her hands into his hair, feeling the soft locks sift through her fingers. She kissed him this time, running her tongue along the seam of his lips to deepen their contact. The infuriating man didn’t open for her though. He pulled away and smiled.

  “Was that a yes?”

  She was on edge from a night of what had felt like constant foreplay and practically growled her answer. “Yes, Carlos. Now are you going to take me to bed, or keep teasing me?”

  In response, he kissed her again, immediately slipping his tongue into her mouth. Kissing Carlos was addicting in every sense of the word. He kissed with his whole body, pressing his hips into hers, running his hands up and down her body. His tongue stroked hers languidly, as though he had all the time in the world, and when he pulled away from her once more they were both panting.

  Carlos rested his forehead against hers, planting one more sweet kiss on her lips before speaking. “No, I’m not taking you to bed tonight.”

  What the fuck? She could feel how turned on he was—his impossibly hard, thick length was pressing into her stomach, and his breathing was still ragged from their kiss. Why the hell wasn’t he going to sleep with her?

  “You were the one who told me I wouldn’t need my vibrator this weekend—going back on your word already?”

  “I don’t want you to think this is just about sex for me. That’s all we had a year ago, and I want more now. I want to date you, Kelsey. Eventually, I want to go to bed with you every single night and wake up with you every single morning. If that means I need to take things slow and have blue balls for the time being, I’m fine with that.”

  This man. Christ, this man.

  He never ceased to amaze her. Though she wanted nothing more than to pull him into her bedroom and spend the night fucking him senseless, she wanted what he was offering too. She refused to let a little bit of fear keep her from a relationship that she knew, deep down, could be incredible. Maybe they could fix what was broken in her together.

  “I want that too, Carlos. Tonight was perfect, and I want more nights like it. So I’ll say good night and go to bed alone, for now.”

  Slipping out of his arms and immediately missing the warmth they provided, she opened the door to her bedroom and stepped inside.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Carlos’s hip fucking hurt. He was in so much pain that he’d let Kelsey go to bed alone, willingly. Though his desire for her was a bottomless well, he didn’t think he would be able to satisfy her through the immense pain he was feeling. Naturally, with the pain came the feelings of inadequacy. It was infuriating to be in this much pain after a simple night out with a woman.

  Before going to bed, Carlos did a few things around the house: setting the coffee pot to begin brewing at eight a.m., when he knew Kelsey was sure to wake up, leaving a few sticky notes with random facts for her to find around the house, and tidying up the living room. With each step he took, the pain in his leg grew, forcing him to lean on his damn cane.

  When he finally brushed his teeth and made it to his bedroom, he collapsed into bed with a heavy groan, immediately reaching for the small pill bottle on the bedside table. Because he’d been refraining from taking pills during the day, wanting to remain clear-headed around Kelsey and James, he had an abundance of pills. He took advantage of that at night, taking more than his prescribed dosage at a time to chase away the doubts plaguing him.

  When the pills he’d taken finally worked their way through his bloodstream, he slid under the covers and sank into oblivion, enjoying the mindlessness that came with the overconsumption of pills. He wasn’t sure he could fall asleep without them anymore.

  When Carlos woke the next morning, it was to the feel of soft hands caressing his chest. He could feel the warm presence of another person in bed behind him, her arms wrapped around his body. Catching Kelsey’s unique scent—some combination of apples and a warm scent he couldn’t name—he rolled over, taking her into his arms.

  Her face was fresh and clear of makeup, and the softness in her eyes drew him in.

  This is how we should spend every morning.

  Leaning down, he placed a chaste kiss on her lips, fighting the urge to deepen it.

  “What have I done to deserve this kind of wakeup call?”

  Kelsey hummed, her hands resuming their stroking. As she lightly traced the musculature of his back, she leaned in to steal another warm, sleepy kiss.

  “Well, when I woke up this morning, there was fresh coffee waiting for me, the kitchen and living room were spotless, and I found three notes with World War II facts around the house. I wanted to thank you and figured this would be the best way to do that.”

  “I mean, realistically, the best way to wake a man up is with a blow job,” he replied jokingly.

  Kelsey gave him a devilish look before pushing him onto his back. She took his wrists and placed them at his sides, pushing down on them before letting go to indicate she wanted him to stay in that position. He groaned when her mouth pressed featherlight kisses on his chest. She moved at a snail’s pace, teasing him with slow, sensuous kisses and teasing nips.

  When she finally reached the waistband of his boxers, she looked up, her gorgeous blue eyes lit with mischief.

  “Is this the kind of thanks you were looking for?”

  Without giving him a chance to respond, she pulled his boxers down and in one swift move, enveloped the head of his cock in her mouth. A hoarse shout left his lips as she toyed with the barbell piercing in the tip of his dick. Shit, the woman knew just what he liked. Still teasing his head, she moved her hand to the base of him and began to pump to the rhythm of her sucking. She set a quick pace, her grip on him perfect, her sweet lips threatening to make him come far too quickly.

  “Christ, don’t fucking stop. I love the way you suck my dick, sweetheart.”

  She hummed in response and the exquisite pleasure of it had his back arching off the bed. Her silent request completely forgotten, he lifted his arms from the bed and tunneled his hands into her hair, pulling it into a makeshift ponytail so that he could see her face as she fucked him with her mouth.

  He felt pressure building at the base of his spine and sensing that he was close to coming, Kelsey squeezed the base of his cock to hold off his orgasm before lowering her mouth further, taking almost his entire length into her mouth.

  “I’m so close, Kelsey. Look up at me, I want to fuck your face.”

  He knew from their first night together almost a year ago that she loved his filthy mouth, but when she reached between her legs to start playing with her clit, he lost it. He began thrusting into her mouth, maintaining his hold on her hair. The sight of her wrapped around him, his cock disappearing between her pretty pink lips undid him.

  “I’m coming, baby. Unless you want to swallow, you’ve gotta let me pull out.”

  Kelsey shook her head and continued stroking, sucking, and licking him. With one last thrust into her mouth, he came with a shout. His entire body was awash in sensation and he blacked out for a moment, lost in the most exquisite bliss he’d ever experienced.

  Carlos laid there panting for a few minutes, trying to catch his breath after quite possibly the most explosive orgasm he’d ever experienced. When his heart had slowed to a relatively normal pace, he turned to Kelsey, pulling her into his body, kissing her squarely on the mouth and tasting himself on her. He felt his cock leap to attention even though he’d just come. Biting her lip gently and sucking it into his mouth, Carlos slid his hands down her body, cupping the firm swells of her ass and urging her to climb on top of him.


  “My hip is still hurting from yesterday, so I can’t do this the way I want to,” he growled.

  “It’s okay, you don’t have to do anything for me.”

  “Fuck that, sit on my face.”

  Kelsey laughed until he made it clear he was serious, pulling her up by her ass and removing her yoga pants and underwear as he did. When her sweet pussy was within kissing range, he wasted no time. He sucked her little clit into his mouth and pushed two fingers into her tight heat, curling them to hit her g-spot. She moaned his name loudly and began to move her hips languidly on top of him, seeking her pleasure. It was one of the things he liked the most about sex with Kelsey—she wasn’t afraid to ask for or take what she wanted.

  Swirling his tongue around her clit, he pushed a third finger into her and the motion of her hips stuttered as she adjusted to them. He continued to circle her clit with his tongue, occasionally sucking on it roughly. When Carlos felt her pussy start to clench around his fingers, he stopped, removing his tongue from her folds and pulling his hand away from her body. She let out a frustrated sound and he chuckled.

  “What the fuck, Carlos?”

  “I don’t want you to come on my face, I want you to come all over my cock. I want to bury myself in you until you scream my name.”

  She moved down his body quickly, placing his raging dick at her entrance and pausing. “I’m on the pill and I’m clean.”

  He groaned as the tip of his cock penetrated his favorite place on Earth. Carlos grabbed her hips and pulled Kelsey down on to him until she was seated fully, their hips meeting. “I’m clean too,” he gasped, fighting for control. He didn’t think it was possible to come so soon after his last orgasm, but Kelsey’s pussy was fucking heaven.

  He dug his fingers into her hips hard, raising her tight, lithe body up before slamming it back down onto him.

  “Christ, you feel good, sweetheart. So. Fucking. Good.” He punctuated each of his words with a hard thrust into her, pulling her hips down to meet his so roughly that the sound echoed through the room. His hip hurt, but he pushed the pain to the side, focusing instead on their combined pleasure. Kelsey, knowing that he shouldn’t be moving so much, planted her hands on his chest to keep him on the bed and began riding him. Wanting to see her tits bouncing, he pulled her shirt up and she helped him remove it.

  Carlos cupped her firm breasts, her nipples pebbled and begging for attention. “Bend down, I want to suck on your nipples while you ride me.”

  She bent over and he took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting as she picked up the pace, riding him harder and faster while she chased her orgasm. When he moved his ministrations to the other breast, Kelsey let out another loud moan. He knew from their past experience that she was relatively quiet in bed, so he savored every single sound she made while they fucked.

  He knew that the position they were in forced her clit to rub against the base of his shaft every time she moved, and could feel that she was getting close to coming. Carlos wanted to see her face when she let go, so he released her nipple from his mouth and cupped her cheeks, grasping her face between his hands. Her hair was wild and her cheeks were flushed, her eyes hazy with lust. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on and he loved that he was the person who made her lose control.

  He glanced down to the spot they were joined, watching his hard cock plunge in and out of her pussy, and groaned before meeting her eyes. “Sit up and look at us together, fucking look at what you’re doing to me. Christ, it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

  Kelsey sat up and looked down, watching what she was doing. With his thumb, he rubbed her clit in small circles, and the combination of watching their joining and the extra stimulation set Kelsey off like a rocket. Her back arched and her eyes closed, her mouth opening and releasing one long moan as her pussy convulsed on his cock.

  Seeing her like this, completely unrestrained, set him off and he followed her, pouring every ounce of his orgasm into her tight heat.

  Chapter Fourteen

  She was woken up by the sound of a key turning in the front door. Groggily, Kelsey lifted her head to take in her surroundings. The credits of the movie she and Carlos had been watching were playing on the TV, and his warm, hard body was curled around hers. Momentarily forgetting about the person at her front door, she snuggled back into his warmth, his erection digging into her ass. Sleepily, he ground himself into her and kissed her neck. His kisses were slow and lazy and she could tell he was barely awake.

  “Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Her brother, Dillon, stood above them on the couch, taking in the scene before him looking amused.

  Carlos groaned, burying his face in her hair. “Babe, I don’t know who this is, but make him go away.”

  “Hot and rude? My kind of guy. Where did you find this one, Kels?”

  She elbowed Carlos gently and he took the hint, loosening his hold on her waist. “Dil, what are you doing here?”

  “Well, you bitch, we had dinner plans tonight. When you didn’t show up at our usual restaurant or call me, I decided to show up and make sure you were still alive.”

  She sat up and pulled down her sweater, which had ridden up above the waistband of her yoga pants. “Shit, I’m so sorry. I completely forgot.”

  When she noticed her brother’s eyes lingering on Carlos, she turned around and realized that the way she’d sat up had left his lower half exposed. His very…enthusiastic lower half.

  “Hellllooooo, sailor!” Dillon said, saluting Carlos’s erection. Instead of being snarky or embarrassed, Carlos sat up behind her, placing one leg on either side of her body, and wrapped an arm around her waist.

  “Sorry, I was sleeping with a hot woman in my arms. It happens.”

  With Carlos’s erection hidden from view, her brother took in his face, and a confused expression flitted across Dillon’s features. “Wait a minute, I know you. You sing karaoke at JR’s all the time. You’re not straight!”

  “Ummm, your sister and I have been doing some very straight things together all day.”

  Kelsey elbowed Carlos in the gut, earning a surprised oomph in reply.

  “Okay, let’s lay this out. You come into JR’s, a well-known gay bar—”

  “For karaoke, yes.”

  “You put on aviators and sing that annoying as hell song from Top Gun every single week.”

  “‘Danger Zone,’ yes. It’s a classic.”

  “Then there was the time you sang ‘Poker Face’—”

  “Hey, who doesn’t love Lady Gaga?”

  “Last but not least, you introduced nearly everyone in the bar to your partner. Grumpy-looking dude with blonde hair and blue eyes? Often mistaken for the long-lost Hemsworth brother?”

  Kelsey laughed, burying her head in Carlos’s shoulder. Only he would be secure enough in his sexuality to walk into a gay bar and introduce his best friend as his partner. Seriously, only Carlos.

  “I’m a police officer! He’s my partner on the force, not in life!”

  “When you introduced him to me, you had your arm around him and called him Rafey-poo.”

  Carlos shrugged. “Well, yeah, it’s a term of endearment.”

  Her brother threw back his head and groaned. “Thanks a ton, asshole. I just lost a hundred-dollar bet because of you.”

  “Serves you right for betting that I was gay.” Carlos shrugged.

  Kelsey butted in, still laughing. “In Dillon’s defense, all signs pointed to it.”

  Carlos turned his head and nuzzled her neck before biting her ear gently and whispering in a gruff tone, “You want me to prove to you how straight I am again? I’ll handcuff you to my bed and fuck you until you can’t walk straight, babe. Don’t test me.”

  Heat pooled low in Kelsey’s belly and she almost forgot that her brother was still in her living room with them. Dillon clapped his hands in front of their faces, bringing their attention back to him.

  “Okay, lovebirds, break i
t up. Kelsey, you owe me dinner. It’s on you since you bailed on me and your boy toy just cost me a hundred bucks. Get your ass off the couch and get dressed.”

  When she moved to get up and change, Dillon stopped her with an open hand. “Wait, before you go. What’s going on here? Are you two—”

  “Together, yes.” Stunned at his quick response, Kelsey turned to face Carlos.

  “Together, huh? Were you planning to discuss this with me?’

  “Sure, let’s discuss it. Hey Kels, you’re my girlfriend. Good talk.”

  She grumbled, but kissed him quickly on the lips before getting up. “You’re a pain in the ass, Carlos.”

  He smirked in response and slapped her on the butt. “Yes, but now I’m your pain in the ass. Congratulations!”

  Chapter Fifteen

  By the time Kelsey had gotten home on Saturday night, Carlos had been passed out in her bed. Yes, her bed, not his—the presumptuous ass. She’d stripped down and climbed into bed with him, curling her naked body around his.

  Before she’d fallen asleep, she noticed that he had moved his pill bottle into her room. She couldn’t help but wonder how many pills he was taking per day. They’d just refilled his prescription last week. How many refills did he have left before his doctor cut him off? Physical therapy and natural healing were lessening his level of pain every day. She tried not to worry about him too much, but she couldn’t help herself. She fell asleep thinking that she and Carlos would need to have a talk soon about the pills.

  She woke up to a very insistent and very naked erection grinding into her ass. Carlos was awake and was planting hot, open-mouthed kisses on her shoulders while he ran his hands up and down her side. When she arched her back and pressed herself further into him, he groaned and reached around to pinch her nipple. She could feel his smile against her skin when she responded with a loud moan.