by Mia Michelle
“I know where I am.” My words bite a sharp punch.
“Good, then find your way home,” she says as she turns to go back inside.
“Kylie?” I manage to say as I fight the evil pride that lives inside of me. I never grovel, but damn if I’m not about to.
“What Nik? It’s late.”
Grabbing the porch railing, I pull myself up. “Yeah? Well, I have something to say, and I don’t care who hears it. That includes lover boy in there.”
For a second, she looks at me with confusion but then leans to look back inside before closing the door behind her. I guess she doesn’t want the asshole to hear what I have to say.
“Nik, you’re making a fool of yourself. Leave! You’re drunk. If you keep up this madness, you’re gonna wake up Sophie!”
“I’m not drunk, and I’m not leaving! Not until you at least listen to what I have to say!” I scream as loud as I can.
I don’t care if I wake Sophie. Thank heavens our bungalows are the only three over here. Sebastian and Skylar’s place is more privately situated, facing the ocean. It’s a good bit over from us. I guess he did that so we can’t hear their sexcapades on their pre-honeymoon vacation.
“Well, say it then before you wake up the whole fucking island!”
“I love you! I fucking love you, Kylie Reynolds! Do you hear me? I’ve loved you since the night I laid eyes on you at that club. Not a moment has gone by since then that I haven’t loved you. The things I said to you, I can never take back. I was scared out of my fucking mind, but I shouldn’t have walked away. There was never another girl, baby. I haven’t been with anyone else. Please, Kylie! Please give me another chance! You’re my whole world. I need you.” Tears fall down my face, but this time I don’t hide them. Walking in front of her, I drop to my knees. I need her to look into my eyes and see me for the man I am. The one I’m not ashamed to be for her.
Maybe part of me waits to hear her laughing. I guess I half expect her to walk away and leave me there on the porch. God knows after what I’ve done to her, I deserve that. But, what she does is not something I could have predicted. Instead of speaking, she drops to her knees in front of me. Her soft, warm hands cup my face. Her delicate finger brushes away the tears on my cheek.
“I love you, too, Nikolas Thorne. No matter what, I never stopped loving you.”
“But what about the guy from the bar? What about Evan?”
“Nothing ever happened with either of them, Nik. There’s no one else for me, just you. After what you did, I wanted to hurt you. It killed me to know you’d been with someone else so soon. I was so wrong to do that to you.”
Her perfect, plump lips tremble and I can’t hold back any longer. Crashing my lips to hers, I hungrily taste every inch of her tongue. When we break for air, we’re gasping for our next breath. Just that look of desire in her eyes is enough to make me come in my pants. When I lift her up, she wraps those glorious legs around my waist and kisses me with all her might. I fumble for the handle and open the door, slamming it closed with my foot. Once we’re inside, I savor the way her body feels as it slides down the front of my chest.
Appropriately, her Beyonce playlist jumps to “Drunk In Love”. Before she can blink, I rip off her fucking bra and throw it up in the air. With one powerful move, I slam her back against the living room wall and shove her hands above her head. I’m so fucking hard right now that I know I won’t last long. It’s been way too long and I need her too goddamn much. We have plenty of time for slow, sweet, passionate sex later. Hard and fast makeup sex, that’s what this is. And trust me, I plan on making up over and over all night long. Tomorrow, when she stands across from me at Sebastian and Skylar’s wedding, I want her sore and satisfied. I want her to always remember one thing… She’s forever mine.
KYLIE
Am I dreaming? If I am, I don’t want to wake up.
“Oh God, yes!! Right there!” I scream, throwing my head back against the wall behind me. Nikolas’ tongue is epically amazing! Sweet Jesus! The things he can do with it! When he bites down on my clit, he slides two fingers inside of me. As phenomenal as this feels, I want his dick in me now!
“Yes!” I scream, feeling the rush of an orgasm. I dig my fingers into his hair and ride out my climax as he drinks down my release. His feral growl only heightens my pleasure. As he lifts me up, I shove his jeans down with my heels and cry out as he impales me with his long, thick cock.
“FUCK,” he roars as he pulls out slowly. One more gradual slide inside of me sends my eyes rolling into the back of my head. Every single movement he makes catches the ridges of my inner walls. My body is on fire and I’m about to explode all over him again. Desperate for him to pick up the pace, I push my bottom up to encourage him. Nik bites my neck as he lifts me. Without missing a move, he grabs a hold of my ass and begins pumping inside of me. Every single move we make is in perfect sync. When he staggers, my back hits the wall
“Harder, Nik. Please,” I beg, needing him more than I ever thought possible. I can feel the orgasm building. My ass slides across the smooth, cold surface of the glass table, knocking everything on it to the floor. Leaning back, I rest my head on the wall and hold onto his shoulders.
“Nik! Oh God! I’m gonna… Agh!” I scream as I dig my nails into his skin.
“Fuck!” he roars and his hot seed coats me inside. Spurt after spurt, he keeps coming, and I rock my hips to ride out my own pleasure on his cock. When he’s done, we’re dripping in sweat. He buries his face into my neck and kisses me slowly from my jaw up to my mouth. Gently our tongues move together as our hands explore each other. He pulls back and spreads my legs, watching his cum as it slides out of me onto the glass.
The way he looks at me is incredible. It ignites a raging inferno in my soul. I love this man more than I ever can say.
With the palm of his hand, he slides down my sternum, tracing a path to my pussy. Reaching down, I take my fingertip and scoop some of the cum off the glass. He watches intently as I bring my fingertips to my lips and lick them clean.
In an unexpected move, he yanks me off the table and hoists me over his shoulder. Slapping my ass hard, he growls as I moan in return.
“Where are you taking me?” I tease him.
“To bed. Round two begins… Now!”
I wake to a light tickling on my face. Giggling, I open my eyes to see Nik staring down at me, a beautiful, red hibiscus flower in his hand. I don’t know how many times we did it last night, but judging by the fact we’ve been at it until about thirty minutes ago, I’d say we’ve set a new world record.
“Morning, gorgeous,” he whispers.
Gorgeous? I’m sure I look like fucking hell right now. I give him a smart ass smirk, but before I can open my mouth to add a smart ass answer with it, he steals my breath with a kiss. Not just any kiss, but the kind that makes my toenails curl. Tender and loving, he brushes his fingertips down my face, cupping my cheek to deepen the kiss. When he’s done, I can barely remember my own fucking name. That’s how good this man is.
“God, I love you,” he says against my lips as he looks me straight in the eyes. Every barrier I’ve put up melts away. I’m nothing but lost in this man. Hearing him say those words to me means everything. I know how hard saying those three words is, but the fact we’ve only said them to one another is something to treasure.
“And I love you,” I reply, smiling.
Placing the flower on my pillow, he lays beside me on the bed and props his head in his hand. It’s then that I notice he’s back in his jeans. I frown at the fact that he’s dressed, and earn a chuckle and another sweet kiss from him.
“Later, baby. I promise. I’ve got to get going. Sebastian’s going to be looking for me,” he says, and I pout. Nik runs his finger over my lip and laughs as he stands. If there’s one thing I know about this man, it’s how he thinks. I fling the covers back and clear my throat just as he’s about to leave.
“You sure about that?” I tease as I spread my l
egs open wide for him. He hisses loudly when I slide my fingers inside of my wet pussy. He runs his fingers through his dark hair and grins that sexy as hell grin at me.
“Well, you know what they say,” he replies, unbuttoning his jeans. Slowly, he places his knees on the bed and crawls to me until we’re face to face.
“What’s that?” I whisper against his lips while my eyes remained locked with his.
“Now is the new later.”
From the perfect weather, to the way the altered dress fit her, Skylar and Sebastian’s wedding was magical. Sebastian gave me a very short amount of time to pull this off, but when with an unlimited budget and the Thorne name to wave around, wedding miracles can happen overnight. More than anything, because of what she’d sacrificed and endured in her life, I wanted to make this a day Skylar could never forget. Witnessing them pledge their eternal love to one another is yet another memory I will forever treasure. Nik won’t admit it, but even he had tears in his eyes, too.
Nik had held me tight through every single song we danced to. Honestly, I had been so entranced by him, I hadn’t paid any attention to what was playing at the time. Today might have been about our loved ones getting married, but it also marked a new beginning for our own happily ever after.
As the sun set that evening, we’d all gathered at the boat dock to wave Sebastian and Skylar off. Secretly, Sebastian had planned for them to spend the rest of their honeymoon on a private island located off the shore. He hadn’t even shared that piece of information with me, so I was surprised by his plans.
The beach bungalows were ours for the rest of the week. Sophie had to get back to school, so she only got to spend one more day with us before returning to Boston. Before she left, I tried to get her to talk to me about what was going on in her head, but she insisted that she’s fine.
I’ve known that girl all her life and she’s definitely not fine. The sorrow in her eyes is a no-brainer. It has boyfriend problems written all over it. Sophie is, in every way, my little sister so I will get to the bottom of this once Skylar returns from her honeymoon.
Every additional night Nik and I spent in Belize became more and more spectacular. The hurt. The pain. It’s as if it had all faded away, lifting like a dense fog from our life. Slowly, day by day, our souls continue healing. I see life in a way I hadn’t before. Since we lost so much time being apart, we needed that time together, just him and me. Believe it or not, he and I had done more than just make love every chance we got. We’d also done a lot of talking and made a lot of decisions. One of which had been about our future together.
Because he wanted to support me and my new job, Nik had agreed to come live with me in LA. Honestly, I don’t see LA as my permanent home. I never have. Austin is and always will be, my home. Now that Sebastian and Skylar will be there, I know, without hesitation, that it is the place where we belong.
“Hey, baby, I woke up and you weren’t there,“ he says, leaning against the door to the patio. We’ve been back in LA for a while now. Even though I’m so happy he’s here, I’m worried about my best friend. She hadn’t been back long at all from her honeymoon when she found out that Brandon, the bartender that had attacked her, was being released from prison.
“I couldn’t sleep. I’m really worried about Skylar. That maniac is out free and there’s nothing they can do. I can’t bear for anything to happen to her. She just got her life going good, and now this,” I say, throwing down my paintbrush.
“I know, baby. But Sebastian will keep her safe, you know that.”
“I’ve begged her to come stay with us, but she is so damn stubborn. I swear I have a mind to fly out there and get her myself.”
Laughing, he moves behind me and rubs my sore shoulders. I don’t know how long I’ve been out here painting, but it’s the only thing that soothes me when I’m upset like this.
“This is turning out beautiful, baby.” He smiles as he looks at the painting I’ve been working on. It’s Sebastian and Skylar on their wedding day. I plan for it to be a late house warming present. Honestly, it’s just an excuse to get to fly out to see her.
“Thank you,” I reply shyly. Painting is my passion. It makes me so happy to get lost in my work. People have told me how talented I am, but I’m my own worst critic, I suppose.
“You really have no idea, do you?” he says, turning me to face him. He squats in front of me, rubbing my bare arms with his hands.
“Kylie Reynolds, you have a gift. Stop doubting yourself!”
I blush at his words.
“I’m serious, baby. I see you become a different person when you do this. Any fool can see how happy this makes you.”
“Happy doesn’t pay the bills,” I say as I collect the brushes to clean.
“And what if I said I wanted you to do this?”
“What are you saying? That I just up and quit my job to paint?” I laugh, but he doesn’t.
“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
“Nik, I have bills. I can’t ask you to pay everything. What if I don’t sell anything?”
“It doesn’t matter to me if you sell a damn thing. I know how much this makes you happy. Besides, I’ll need artwork for my restaurants. Your work is better than anything else out there I’ve seen.”
“Nik, I—”
“Just think about it, all right? I’m serious.”
Nodding, I stand on my tiptoes, kiss him on the lips, and pulling out a brush, I paint a dot on his head and giggle.
“Oh, it’s like that, is it?”
“Uh-huh.” I snort. “You said you liked my work,” I tease.
He gives me a mischievous grin and lunges for me, grabbing the paintbrush from my hand and pushing me back through the door. Fuck! I love it when he takes control. He has the power to soak my panties by just the look in his eye. Carefully, he prowls towards me with a look of mad seduction in his eyes.
“Well, guess what? I happen to be an artist, too. And you, beautiful, are about to be my next masterpiece.”
I squeal in delight as he corners me in the kitchen. When he drags the paintbrush down my face, I giggle and throw my arms around his neck. The brush falls to the wooden floor just as he sweeps me up in his arms. Lovingly, he drags his lips against mine and carries me silently to our bedroom, his eyes never leaving mine.
Oh, how I love this man!
NIKOLAS
“So, when is she heading out this way? I know Kylie can’t wait to see her. You’re gonna owe me big time though. I’ll never be the same after living with all of that estrogen!” I never dreamed my joking would piss him off so much.
“You better keep her fucking safe, Nik,” Sebastian warns me over the phone.
The terror in his voice is more than enough to unsettle me. When we first talked about Skylar coming out here to stay, I wasn’t aware of just how bad things had gotten. Somehow, I don’t think Sebastian tells us everything. And regardless of his reasons for keeping us in the dark, I don’t have a good feeling about any of this.
“You know I will, Cuz. What the fuck is going on there, anyway?”
“I’m just worried this guy is going to come after her. If something happens to her, I’d…” His words trail off. The thought of losing her overwhelms him so much, he can’t even finish his statement.
“Listen to me. Nothing is going to happen to her or the baby. I promise you that. If that fucker comes near her, I’ll kill him myself. But if you need me there, I’m on the next flight out.” I want him to know I’m willing to help him sort this out.
“I know, Nik, but this is something I have to do on my own. You just keep my girl safe. She is my life.”
“And you know that I will.”
“I’ll talk to you in a couple of days then.”
“All right, later, Cuz.” I reply before ending the call. I stare down at the phone. I can’t imagine what they are going through right now. If some psycho had come after Kylie and then been released from the charges, I’d probably be in jail for ki
lling them.
“So? Is she coming?” Kylie’s voice brings me out of my thoughts.
“Yeah, Sebastian is supposed to call back to let me know when to expect the jet to be here. You excited to see her?” I ask.
“Yeah… I just wish this was a pleasure visit, you know? I know it’s going to kill her to be away from Sebastian. I don’t know why he can’t just come out, too.”
“I’m not sure what’s going on with him, but something is definitely up. I think he’s planning on doing something, and he doesn’t want Skylar put in harm’s way.”
“Surely he isn’t actually thinking about that! He has a baby and wife to think about.”
“He’s thinking about them, baby. I’d do the same thing if I were in his shoes.”
“You would, huh?” she asks as she straddles me.
My hands glide underneath her white shorts and I discover she’s not wearing panties. This woman seriously tries to kill me with these antics.
“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, Kylie. Nothing.”
Her smile fades when she realizes I'm serious.
“I love you, Nikolas Thorne.”
“And I love you… sometimes,” I joke, trying to lighten the mood.
Her mouth drops open at my words, and I feel the hard playful slap on my chest. Wrapping my arms around her, I bury my face in her chest and breathe her in.
You have no idea how much I love you.
“Do you really think she’ll like it?” Kylie frets over the bow on the painting once more.
Last week, a store in town put a beautiful, dark, wooden frame around the finished piece. I know Skylar will love it, but no matter what I say, Kylie still won’t listen.
“Stop worrying, silly. She’s going to love it, and you know it.”
“Why hasn’t he called you? I thought he was going to call when the plane took off.”
“Calm down, baby. He said he’d call and he will. Knowing them, they’re probably getting one last fuck in before she leaves.”