I closed my eyes and forced myself not to cream in my pants. Fuck. This was the stuff of my fantasies—a gorgeous woman with a sexual appetite that included a little kink.
I drew my hand back and smacked one cheek, then the other. Then I did it again, a little harder, and Meredith whimpered and clutched the edge of the island’s counter.
“That’s a good sound, right?” I asked, concerned I might’ve hurt her.
“Very good.” There was a smile in her voice. “I’ve never asked for that, but I’ve always wanted to.”
I leaned over her back and spoke in her ear. “You can ask me for anything. And tell me if you don’t like something, okay?”
“I will. And . . . same with you.”
“I honestly don’t think you could do anything I wouldn’t like. And I’m six five and two hundred and ten pounds, so you can’t hurt me.”
She turned to face me. “You’re worried you’ll hurt me?”
“I’m a big guy. Sometimes I forget my own strength.”
“I’m a very sturdy girl. Please don’t worry about that. I don’t want you to hold back.”
I arched a brow. “You sure about that?”
“Very sure. And so turned on.”
I grabbed her waist and flipped her back around, dropping to my knees behind her. My hands were practically shaking with desire as I ran them up and down the backs of her thighs to her ass.
When I leaned forward and kissed one of her ass cheeks, she sucked in a breath. I kissed the other one and then nipped at it like I’d been dying to do since the moment she’d pulled her panties down.
“Oh . . . shit,” she said softly. “That feels good.”
I eased her panties down a couple more inches, and she made a panting sound. My cock was straining against my pants, my balls tight and aching.
When I ran my hands back up to her ass and squeezed it, she moaned. I stood up and pressed my chest to her back, pulling her dress off over her head.
She tipped her head back against my chest and wrapped an arm around my neck. I let my hands wander up and down her soft, perfect skin, squeezing her breasts through her bra, tracing the lines of her collarbone with my fingertips.
“I’m dying to make you come,” I said in her ear.
“Same.” She wound her fingers up into my hair and tugged.
“Why don’t we go into the bedroom?”
“Yes.”
She eased out from in front of me and slid her panties the rest of the way down, kicking off her shoes and stepping out of them. My mouth went dry as I took her in.
Fucking hell, was she gorgeous. So tall and lean and completely bare between her thighs. Thank God my blinds were down, or my neighbor Tom might have a heart attack just from looking through the windows of my breakfast nook.
Self-consciousness flickered across her expression as she reached behind her back to unfasten her bra. I stroked a hand across my bulging erection, hoping she’d see that she couldn’t be any more perfect in my eyes.
She let the bra fall to the floor, and I drank in the absolute magnificence of her.
“You’re so beautiful,” I said. “I could just look at you all night.”
She smiled and came closer. “I have something else in mind, actually. Show me to the bedroom?”
I led the way while half turned around, unable to look away from her. The bounce of her tits was worth running into the wall over, and I did—twice.
When we got to the bedroom, she put a palm on my chest and met my gaze. “Stand at the foot of the bed and face me.”
I wanted to throw her on the bed and fuck her senseless, but I wanted to please her even more, so I did what she asked.
She stood in front of me and tugged my T-shirt up and over my head. As she reached for the button and fly on my jeans to unfasten them, she kissed my chest, her lips leaving a soft, sweet trail on my skin.
I could have come at that moment, without her even touching me. The reverence I felt in her touch was like nothing I’d ever experienced. I kept myself under control as she slid down my jeans and got to her knees in front of me.
She’d left my boxer briefs on, and she ran her tongue over my cock through the fabric.
“Holy shit,” I mumbled, clenching my hands into fists at my sides.
“I want this,” she said, stroking me through the briefs. “I want every inch of you in my mouth, Kyle.”
I swallowed hard and ran my hand over her hair, my blood pumping hard. Every muscle in my body was clenched as she slid down my briefs and my cock jutted out and into her face.
She pulled my jeans and boxer briefs off and threw them to the side, then told me to sit down.
“Tell me what feels good,” she said softly, leaning her face into my lap.
Her warm breath on the tip of my dick made my mouth drop open, and then I felt her warm, wet mouth on me and I groaned loudly.
It was like nothing I’d ever felt. Her soft lips and tongue felt like heaven. Not one inch of me went untouched as she licked and teased. I was breathing hard, telling myself to hold on and savor this for as long as possible.
She sucked me all the way into her mouth then, and I yelled out an incomprehensible sound. I had two fists full of the bedspread, my knuckles white with strain.
“It’s . . . good,” I managed to say. “So fucking good.”
She rewarded me with a moan, and the vibration of it against my cock made my hips shoot up off the bed.
When she added her hands, I groaned long and loud, overwhelmed by the bliss of it. She couldn’t fit me all the way in her mouth, though she tried to. Her hands stroked me off where her mouth couldn’t reach.
I was getting close to coming when she moved her mouth from my dick to my balls, taking my whole ball sac into her mouth and sucking on it.
“Fuuuuck, Mer . . . that’s . . . Oh, fuck.” I groaned and stroked my hand over her hair.
She played with me then, sucking me just long enough to get me going and then slowing way down. I sat up on the bed and watched her, awed by the sight.
I’d never, ever thought I’d experience anything so erotic and sensual. Her pink lips slid up and down my cock, her breasts bouncing and her hand working up and down my wet, hard-as-hell shaft.
My orgasm had built up so intensely it was like a freight train. I couldn’t stop it this time.
“I’m gonna come,” I said breathlessly. “You might want . . .”
I thought she’d want to move away so I could finish myself off, but she sucked me even harder. Within a couple seconds, I was coming in her mouth. It was an explosion of sensation. I yelled out her name as she sucked me completely dry.
My hips fell back to the mattress then, my entire body limp and satisfied. Beyond satisfied. I’d never, ever come like that before.
“I can’t even think right now,” I said. “That was fucking incredible.”
Meredith lay down next to me on her side, smiling.
“Come here,” I said, reaching a hand around her neck.
She leaned down and kissed me, the taste of me still on her lips.
“Thank you,” I said.
“You don’t need to thank me. I loved it, too.”
“You’re amazing. I didn’t even know . . . it could ever be like that.”
She took my hand and guided it between her legs. “That really got me going, and I was already hot from in the kitchen,” she said softly. “Will you . . . ?”
“Hell yes. I’m dying to taste you.”
“No,” she said, as I was about to get up. “Use your fingers. I want to look at your face . . . the first time.”
“I’ll give you anything you want, Meredith. Anything. I’ve got condoms.”
“I want this.” She pushed on my hand. “Now.”
I got up on my elbow and pushed a finger inside her. “Shit, you’re so wet.”
“Yes.” She moaned softly. “Oh, God. Right there. Just like that.”
I rubbed her swollen clit and eased anothe
r finger inside her. She moved her hips in the same rhythm as my hand, moaning nonstop now.
It was the sexiest sight I’d ever seen. I leaned down to kiss her, and she bit my lower lip, tugging it between her teeth. She was right on the edge—I could feel it—so I leaned back up and looked into her eyes.
“Come on, baby,” I whispered. “Give it up.”
With a loud cry, she did. I rubbed her harder and faster, and she arched her back as she came against my fingers.
She dropped back down to the mattress and smiled. “That was perfect. So perfect.”
“Do you need anything? A drink?”
“Some water would be great.”
“I’ll go get it.” I slid out of bed, and she watched me slide my boxer briefs back on. “You feel like watching a movie in bed, maybe?”
“That sounds really nice.” I was almost out of the room when she called after me. “I brought cookies. Can you get them out of my bag? If you don’t mind me eating in your bed, I mean.”
I laughed softly. “You could saw the bed into little pieces, and this smile would still be on my face. Right now you could ask me for anything, and I’d say yes.”
She grinned happily and pulled the covers up over her chest. “Just the water. And the cookies. Oh, and take the underwear back off when you get here. And snuggle me hard all night long.”
“You got it.”
I felt like the luckiest guy alive. I could have broken into a song as I walked into the kitchen to get her water and cookies.
Yeah, it was partially because of the blow job. But it was also from knowing she’d wanted to do it, and she’d actually enjoyed it. And from her wanting me to pleasure her in return.
I already wished this night didn’t have to end. Friday nights were all I could give Meredith right now. The thought of her wanting more and finding it with another man was already nagging in the back of my mind. I couldn’t lose this.
Meredith
We watched a romantic comedy, and I snuggled into Kyle’s side, my head on his shoulder. I hadn’t had this kind of intimacy with a man since . . . Reed.
That was a little weird. Never in my wildest dreams had I considered back then that I’d one day be naked in bed with Reed’s older brother.
It felt right, though. At least, in this moment. Kyle understood me in ways no one else ever had. He knew what it was like to be desperately lonely but unwilling to bang someone for the hell of it.
I wasn’t casual to him. I’d needed to hear that. Though we couldn’t have a “normal” relationship where he took me home to meet his parents, maybe we could have something.
We finished the first movie and started a second. I didn’t want to fall asleep because I knew our closeness would be over as soon as I woke up.
In another life, he would have been mine. Jordan and Eric, too. I already felt an undeniable attachment to his boys. What had started out as after-school help with homework had grown into something much more for me.
Kyle was warm, and he held me against him so closely that I drifted off to sleep during the movie. I was woken up by the blare of a ringing sound next to the bed that made me jump about a foot into the air.
“Shh, hey . . . it’s okay,” Kyle said. “It’s just my phone.”
He slid the screen, and the loud ringing mercifully stopped.
“Hello?” His sleepy voice was deep and sexy. “Right, I’m on my way.”
He kissed my forehead and slid out of bed. “I have to go into work.”
“What time is it?”
“Four fifteen.”
“Sorry I freaked out, but your ringtone could wake the dead.”
He laughed as he pulled on his boxer briefs. “That’s the idea. It’s my on-call ringtone.”
I slid out of bed and turned on the bedside lamp.
“Go back to bed,” Kyle said.
“No, I can go home.”
“Get your gorgeous ass back in bed. Sleep in. I won’t be back for a while.”
“What if your mom brings the kids home or something?”
“She won’t. I’m picking them up.”
“Okay. I may stay, then.”
He smiled, pulling on his pants and a T-shirt. “I’d come over and give you a proper kiss good-bye, but I’ve got to go. It’s an emergency.”
“Go. Drive safely.”
He left, and I switched the light off. When I got back into bed, I crawled over to his side, which was still warm. His pillow smelled faintly of his woodsy cologne.
It was nice. More than nice.
I hoped he’d trust me enough to tell me what Kim had done to him. I could already tell no woman had ever cherished Kyle the way he deserved. He wanted to please me so badly, but he didn’t realize everything he did drove me wild for him.
I fell back asleep thinking about the sounds he’d made earlier. His uncontrolled groans had been the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.
When I woke up a few hours later, the house was quiet. I wondered if he was in surgery right now, putting someone’s fractured body back together.
As soon as I was out of bed and dressed, my urge was to run. I didn’t belong here, waking up in Kyle’s house like we were together. His mother could drop over unannounced at any moment, and all hell would break loose.
Or anyone else, for that matter. No one could know I was here. Kyle hadn’t said so, but I knew.
I pulled aside the curtains to see if any neighbors were outside. The driveway was empty. My heart pounded as I wondered if someone had stolen my Jeep.
In Lovely? The worst crime that ever went down here was driving the wrong way on a one-way street.
I went to the kitchen and opened the garage, seeing that Kyle had pulled my Jeep inside.
How thoughtful of him. Maybe there was rain in the forecast. I had left my top down.
The voice inside my head was telling me to get out of here while I still had my dignity and not to risk getting caught by a member of Kyle’s family or one of the neighbors.
But with a deep breath, I decided to be brave instead. I had no plans today. Maybe I could do something to help Kyle out since he was probably going to be tired when he got home.
The sound of whining from the mudroom caught my attention, and I went in and found Hagrid. He’d peed in his kennel and was giving me sad eyes.
“Poor guy,” I said, opening the kennel door. “Let’s get you outside.”
He went right to the French doors, and I opened one so he could do his business. Then I gathered the wet blankets from his kennel and went downstairs to find the laundry room.
It was kind of a mess, which made me smile. This was a bachelor’s laundry room, with dirty clothes all over the floor and clean ones stacked in piles on top of the dryer.
I put the blankets in the wash and went back upstairs to make some coffee. Hagrid sat at the back door, waiting patiently to be let in. I opened the door, and he ran to his food bowl in the laundry room and whined.
When I poured food into his dish, he stuck his face right into it and chowed. I drank a cup of coffee and looked through the fridge and freezer.
There wasn’t much, other than frozen pizzas, waffles, eggs, and a few other staples. But then, it would be hard for a six-foot-wide Viking fridge to ever look full. This kitchen was the definition of overkill, with industrial-grade stainless appliances that had to have cost at least thirty thousand dollars.
Nothing but the best for Kim Lockhart. She’d been a real diva, making no secret of her plastic surgeries and the cost of her designer shoe collection.
The best thing she’d ever done for Kyle was leave him. Not that I wasn’t sad for Jordan and Eric—they’d been through more than kids should ever be put through with Kim’s alcoholism and decision to leave.
The Lockhart boys needed nurturing, and that was something I was good at. I sat down at the kitchen table and made a grocery list and then went to the local grocery store, leaving the garage open so I could get back into the house.
An
hour later, I had hamburgers cooking on the stove, and my KitchenAid mixer was combining cookie dough ingredients.
I loved cooking and baking. Nothing made me feel closer to my mom. She’d taught me several make-ahead dinners, which were perfect for a busy dad like Kyle. I’d gone home to get a few of my favorite utensils and tools and had also dropped by the downtown farmers’ market for produce.
Chili was the easiest. It went into a freezer bag I labeled with reheating instructions and put in the freezer. Then I made chocolate chip cookies, working on a lasagna while they were baking. Once the lasagna was assembled, I covered the foil container and included a note on top with cooking instructions.
Hagrid was at my feet the whole time, gobbling up any morsel that fell to the ground. He loved being talked to; his eyes lit up and his curly tail wagged every time I said his name.
I baked a batch of banana nut muffins and assembled a macaroni and cheese casserole next, figuring the boys wouldn’t want anything exotic.
I was cleaning up the kitchen and waiting for the last batch of muffins to finish baking when I heard the garage door opening. My heart froze in my chest, and I got the urge to run again.
What if it was Grace with the boys? What if Kyle was still at work, and they were stopping by the house? God, she would murder me if she busted me in Kyle’s kitchen. There would legitimately be a homicide, likely committed by one of my own knives.
Eric flew into the house, grinning. “Meredith! Want to go swimming with me?”
“Um . . .”
“Hey, Meredith,” Jordan said, picking up a muffin from the counter as he walked through the kitchen to the living room.
Kyle came in last. My shoulders dropped with relief. He might think I’d overstepped by invading his kitchen, but he wouldn’t run me out of the place in tears like Grace would.
“Hey,” he said, smiling. “It smells good in here.”
“I hope you don’t mind. I felt like cooking and baking.”
“Mind?” He picked up a cookie from the counter and took a bite. “This is fantastic. Thank you.”
“Oh, I have to run downstairs real quick.”
I’d put Hagrid’s blankets in the dryer, so I took them out and threw Jordan’s baseball clothes into the dryer. I’d seen them on the floor and figured they probably needed washing.
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