Kyle

by Riley Edwards

  “I’m not—”

  “You are, baby. You’ve given me so much, and you’re lying here offering me something so precious, so sweet, and I wanna take it but I won’t—not until you understand I get all of you.”

  Anaya stared up at me with her soft eyes still wrought with pain yet tinged with determination.

  “I’m trying.”

  “I know you are, and you’ve already given me so much, but I want everything. You ready to give that to me?”

  She was quiet for a moment before she finally whispered, “Yes. I’m ready.”

  “Good.” I leaned forward to brush a soft kiss across her lips but at the moment of contact she opened and swept her tongue along my bottom lip.

  Her hands moved between us, her palm cupped my cheek, the other went lower, pressing against my chest, my stomach, then I lost her touch but not her eyes. She was giving it to me, all of her. Not looking away or guarding herself. She was showing me everything. And what she was showing was confirmation she was exactly who I’d thought her to be. Fearless.

  My hand started moving, too, down her neck, over the swell of her breast, her puckered nipple, and finally to the hem of her shirt.

  “This needs to go.”

  She hurried to do what I’d asked, pushing my hand aside to take over and the tee was yanked up. I lost her eyes and her hand on my face, but only because the fabric was pulled up and over her head, revealing her taut stomach and full tits. I had to close my eyes against the beauty to regain some control.

  “Kyle?”

  “Give me a minute.”

  When I finally had a loose grip on my restraint, I opened my eyes only to find my grip wasn’t loose, it was nonexistent. I had no hope of resisting this woman. None at all, and the truth was, I didn’t want to hold back. I didn’t want to wait to take what was mine, what she’d offered.

  Each and every morning I’d felt her tits pressed against my side. I’d known she’d slept without a bra on but, Christ, seeing them bare and feeling them were two different things.

  “Promise me, Anaya, you’re ready for this.”

  “I promise.”

  That was all I needed to hear. I moved and allowed need to take over. Careful not to give her my weight, I settled between her open legs and lowered my mouth to her nipple and pulled it into my mouth. But she wasn’t having the distance. Her hands went to my hair, she pulled me down hard, and her back arched. A low guttural moan filled the room and I couldn’t get enough. I wanted to touch and taste every inch of her, all at once. I cupped her other breast and lifted it closer. I switched sides and lavished the other. Tonguing and sucking every part I could reach like I was starving. And I was. I needed to devour her.

  I came up on my knees, still holding both of her breasts in my hands. Unable to take my eyes off of the erotic sight.

  “You’re beautiful, Anaya.” My gaze went to hers and she was smiling so big both dimples dotted her cheeks. “So damn beautiful.”

  I rolled to the side. One hand went to her hip and tugged down her panties, and as soon as they were to her knees, Anaya wiggled and kicked them free.

  Naked.

  Holy fuck, was it a sight to behold. I scooted down and my lips went to her hip and I kissed my way across her stomach to the other side.

  “Kyle,” she whined and I smiled against her skin.

  My lips parted and I licked my way back to where I started.

  “Open your legs wider for me.”

  She immediately did as I asked and I once again hovered over her, my lips kissing and playing with her tits but this time my finger was teasing her slit. Gathering wetness as it roamed from her opening to her clit. Her hips bucked and her back came off the bed.

  “Slow, baby,” I murmured, then went back to tugging her nipple with my mouth.

  “More,” she panted.

  I slid the tip of my finger into her pussy and groaned when she tightened around the digit. There was no chance in hell I would be able to last. She was too tight, too hot, too fucking eager. I’d blow the second I drove inside of her.

  I pushed deeper and her pussy spasmed. No way was she going to come until I tasted her.

  My lips pulled off her pebbled nipple and I fitted my shoulders between her thighs, her legs over my shoulders. My mouth latched onto her clit and I flicked my tongue in rhythm with my thrusting finger.

  Good Lord, she was hot, and tight, and so fucking wet. And tasted unbelievably good.

  “Oh. My. God.” Her hips surged up, her hand dove into my hair and she yanked until pain radiated over my scalp. Oh, yeah, she was sexy as fuck when she caught fire.

  My teeth grazed the sensitive nub and she shouted once again. I added a second finger and needed to gently work to get both inside. Her excitement coated my way even though her pussy was clenching, sucking my fingers deeper.

  No damn way was I going to fit without causing her pain.

  “Kyle.” She paused, her body locked, and her thighs tightened on my head. “I… Kyle.”

  My face thrashed between her legs, rubbing her clit with my tongue and my fingers fucked harder until she screamed in pleasure.

  Her body sagged and I slowed my ministrations.

  When Anaya sighed in satisfaction, I pulled my fingers free and licked her clean. Good God, the woman was perfect. She’d held nothing back. Completely and totally opened herself up.

  “That tickles.” She wiggled her hips. “Everything’s sensitive.”

  With one last long swipe of my tongue I pulled away. My eyes travelled up her belly, over her heavy tits, and finally to her face.

  She was staring down at me and everything she was feeling was clear as day. She wasn’t hiding a damn thing.

  “I’m speechless,” she muttered.

  I placed a kiss on her pussy, one on her belly button, another between her breasts, and finally one on her lips. She flinched in surprise before her tongue came out and licked her orgasm off my lips.

  So. Fucking. Sexy.

  “Thank you,” I whispered.

  “Why are you thanking me? I should be thanking you for that out-of-this-world orgasm.”

  “For trusting me.”

  “I do trust you,” she confirmed.

  “I know you do, baby, means the world to me.”

  I was fully on top of her, caging her in and there was no sign of distress or trepidation. Both her hands roamed my back, one leg hitched around my hip, the other tangled with mine. The head of my dick had zeroed in, knowing exactly where it wanted to be with no extra guidance from me.

  “You ready, sweetheart?”

  A sweet smile played at her lips and her eyes danced with need. Yeah, my woman was ready and her whispered response was more than I needed.

  “Yeah, honey, more than. Hurry.”

  My hips surged forward, and a moan was ripped not from her throat, but her soul. I could hear it, I could feel it, I could see it. And it belonged to me. All of it. All of her. She was mine in every way.

  And I was never letting her go.

  “Other leg up around my waist,” I grunted.

  She wasted no time bringing up her leg and locking her ankles at the small of my back, her heels digging in.

  I drove into her, she rocked into me, and I was so fucking lost in our connection, the feel of her, the sound of her, I almost missed it. My balls started to tingle, and even though she’d come on my fingers, I wanted more. No, I needed more. I needed to her come around my cock. I moved my hand between us, found her clit, and went to work making that happen.

  Her whimpers turned into impatient moans and I rubbed harder, faster, until her nails clawed my back and she lost the control she was fighting hard to keep.

  “Let go, baby, come for me.”

  She broke and I slammed my mouth onto her and swallowed her scream. Her pussy spasmed before it became impossibly tight and I lost it. Lost myself, lost my control, and lost my heart.

  There was nothing about Anaya Baker I couldn’t love.


  If I’d been a different sort of man, maybe I would’ve had a chance to fight her pull. Maybe if I was stronger, I could’ve held back and not started to fall. But I wasn’t, and when I looked down into her hazy, satisfied, lust-filled eyes, I knew then I didn’t want to be any other kind of man. Because that man wouldn’t be worthy of such beauty.

  Chapter 23

  “Anaya,” Kyle called down the basement stairs.

  “Yeah?”

  “Zane and Ivy are here.”

  “I’ll be right there.”

  I finished pulling my shirt down and smiled. It had been another great week.

  The team was a little frustrated they still hadn’t gotten the green light to take out Harry Landry, but Garrett and Tex were getting closer to unraveling Harry’s business dealings. I understood the need to keep the man alive while they decided his ultimate fate, but it turned my stomach thinking about what he was doing while he was still allowed to roam free.

  Kyle explained there was an undercover CIA agent following his every move. They wanted Harry six feet under but they also wanted intel on the rest of his operation. Thankfully, they were getting close. At least that’s what Tex had said when he called in last night.

  It had also been a week of really great mornings. Seven days ago, I’d told Kyle I was ready for sex, and once that seal had been broken, Kyle decided it wasn’t only broken, it was obliterated. We’d had sex in the bed, sex in the shower, sex bent over the bed, sex while he sat in the chair and I rode him. It was like a sex marathon. He was creative, he had stamina, and I couldn’t get enough.

  But it was more than really great orgasms. No matter how hard or rough Kyle took me, it was laced with such care and beauty he may as well have been making sweet, slow love to me. Though he did that, too. But I swear, and I still don’t understand how it was possible, but when he touched me, gentle, soft, demanding, it was still… more. Every time we came together it was emotional. We were connecting. We were communicating.

  I’d never had this. I’d never trusted anyone enough to let go and be myself. I could be any way I wanted to be in bed and out of it and Kyle made it safe for me to do so. He was demonstrative with his affection, both with words and actions.

  He told me every day, several times a day, how beautiful I was. How strong. How brave. He talked to me about his job like I was an equal. We’d gone over Monica’s file together and he never got impatient with my questions, he never treated me like I was an idiot when he had to remind me about Omni and Harry Landry’s connection. There was a lot of information to process and he remained tolerant and even asked for my opinion.

  So when I said it had been a week of really great mornings what I really meant was, it had been a really great week, period. Everything about it was wonderful. Everything about Kyle was beyond my imagination. Better than any book boyfriend. Better than any hero ever written. Better because he was mine. Just mine.

  It was so good in fact, I was now waiting for the shoe to drop, or the curtain, or whatever drops when the bad shit creeps in. And I told Kyle this. His response was ‘you promised me all of you’. I had promised him that, and I was keeping it. I hadn’t hidden anything. Which was scary and freeing, and I was learning it was also exciting.

  Remembering Zane was upstairs, I smoothed my shirt and grabbed a hairband off the dresser before I headed up the stairs. When I made it to the living room there was some sort of standoff in progress.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked, glancing around the room.

  Zane was holding his son close to his chest. Ivy was standing next to him shaking her head and Tatiana and Emerson were standing in front of him looking agitated.

  “Go make your own,” Zane growled.

  “It’s official. You’ve lost your mind,” Ivy muttered.

  “Come on, Zane. Just let us hold him,” Tatiana said.

  “Hell no. He’s mine.”

  “Zane,” Emerson whined. “Stop being crazy.”

  “Seriously, go make your own.”

  “Zane,” Ivy whispered. “Give Eric to Tatiana and go talk to the team.”

  “I can hold my son and talk to my team. Never too young to start learning strategy.”

  “He can’t cogitate, Zane.” Ivy laughed.

  “Did you hear that, son? Your mother doesn’t think you can comprehend a mission brief.” Zane shook his head in disgust.

  He was being serious. The man had lost his mind.

  “I give up.” Ivy threw her hands in the air.

  “You don’t see my men trying to steal my kid. They understand,” Zane continued.

  “They’re men, Zane. They don’t care about babies,” Tatiana put in.

  “No. They understand. There are a few things in life a man doesn’t share. His weapon, his woman, and his kid.”

  “Glad to know your weapon comes before your woman,” Ivy mumbled dejectedly.

  I couldn’t help but to laugh. The whole conversation was crazy. Tatiana and Emerson looked totally put out Zane wasn’t going to allow them to hold Eric. Ivy looked exasperated and all the men looked amused.

  My gaze landed on Kyle and he shrugged his shoulders, like Zane’s behavior was to be expected.

  I barely knew the man, but I’d seen him with his son several times, therefore I knew he was an overprotective weirdo when it came to Eric. No way was he giving his son up.

  Obviously understanding arguing with Zane was going to get them nowhere, Tatiana, Emerson, and Ivy all started for the front room.

  “You coming?” Ivy asked.

  “In a minute.”

  Zane walked clutching Eric to his chest to the kitchen table and tossed down a file.

  Declan wasted no time opening the folder and I wasted no time moving to Kyle’s side. His arm went around me and he tucked me close. Damn, I loved it when he did that.

  “I’m meeting with Tom this afternoon,” Zane started. “Landry has another purchase set up. We can’t wait any longer.”

  “Where’s the buy?” Kyle asked.

  “Canada,” Zane answered. “But we have a problem.”

  Zane tried to shuffle through the papers one-handed but was making a mess of it.

  “Here.” I stepped from Kyle and reached for Eric. “Give him to me so you can use both your hands.”

  If there was ever a time I understood the meaning of, if looks could kill, it was right then. I may’ve tinkled in my shorts a little as Zane’s eyes narrowed.

  “If you drop him, I’ll—”

  “Just give him to me.”

  I carefully extricated the baby from Zane’s arms and forced myself not to roll my eyes as he continued to stare me down, even though he’d transferred Eric into my arms.

  “Are your hands clean?” he snapped.

  “What?”

  “Have you washed your hands? Don’t touch his face. And don’t breathe on him.”

  “You’re insane.” I laughed. “Just finish what you were doing.”

  Kyle chuckled and my gaze caught his. He was staring at me with something shining in his eyes that looked a lot like longing. Or maybe that was just wishful thinking on my part. I’d never given much consideration to having children. Mostly because you need a man to produce them and I’d never thought that would happen.

  But now that I had Kyle, and little Eric was in my arms, I couldn’t stop myself from thinking what it would be like to be a mother. I glanced down at his chubby baby cheeks and his face in peaceful slumber and I wondered if Kyle wanted one.

  We’d never talked about it but he had talked about not wanting to travel as much for work because he was missing out on his friends starting families. I’d seen him with Linc and Jasmin’s twins and he was good with them, playful, sweet even.

  We also hadn’t talked about me taking a new assignment with the Peace Corps and I was purposefully not checking my email because that would mean I wouldn’t be able to ignore the issue and it would need to be discussed. Something I was afraid to do. Something I was worried would be
the shoe that dropped.

  And not for the reasons I had originally thought. At first, I was worried Kyle would tell me he didn’t want me travelling to dangerous places and give me an ultimatum. Him or the Peace Corps. But over the last week I’d come to realize it was the opposite. What if he told me, or even encouraged me to go? What then? What would that mean? The whole situation was exhausting to think about so I didn’t. I pushed it out of my mind and stayed out of my email.

  “The buy is set in Abercorn. It is a small village in Quebec. North of Richford, Vermont,” Zane stated, pulling me from my thoughts.

  “And?” Declan inquired. “I’m sensing there’s an issue.”

  “Garrett can’t pinpoint exfil with the girls. There are three options. Straight south down I-139 or there are two water crossings.”

  Zane pointed to the map he’d laid out.

  Abercorn was smack in the middle of two lakes that crossed into the US.

  “Why would Garrett consider a water crossing when land would be easier?” Brooks asked. “Looks like it’s, what? Five miles?”

  “Six point nine,” Zane corrected. “The reason is, there’s been chatter about boats. Me and Jax are out. I’m breaking up the rest of you into three, three-man teams. Linc, Colin, and Leo. Jasmin, Brooks, and Max. Thad, Kyle, and Declan. You’ll infil together, hopefully get there before the buy, shut that down, and be on your way home. If not, Linc, Colin, and Leo will take Lake Champlain to the west. Jas, Brooks, and Max will take I-139. And Thad, Kyle, and Dec will cover Lake Memphremagog to the east.”

  “How many girls…”

  Declan’s voice faded into white noise as realization dawned. Kyle was leaving. He was going on a mission and I’d be all alone. Over the years, I’d been alone a lot. I’d preferred it that way. It made it easier to live in the safety of my head. But now? Now my stomach churned. And instead of the normal butterflies I felt when I thought about Kyle, a hundred hornets were stinging me from the inside.

  “No fucking way.” Kyle’s angry voice pulled me from my gloom.

  “Christ,” Zane bit out. “Stop thinkin’ with your dick for thirty seconds. We need to get this shit done. Best case, you all are back in a few days. If the girls are smoke, it could take some time. Time we do not have. Ashaki reported—”