by Nana Malone
She threaded her hands through his hair as he spoke, tugging him gently up. But it was only after he felt her thighs quake around him again that he relented, crawling back up her body, kissing all his favorite places in between.
Damn it they still had too many clothes on. He tugged her by the ankles and scooting her closer, he pulled the dress all the way off her head. She in the meantime had already partially yanked off his T-shirt and was making good progress on his buckle when he reached down to help her.
Kyra raised a delicate brow and brushed away his hands when she popped his top button, Bryan’s eyes began to cross. Just a little further and she’d be kissing the tip of his cock peeking out of his jeans. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
She licked the tip of him, swirling away the drop of pre-come with her tongue and he started to see stars on the edges of his vision. Oh hell no. He wasn’t coming like this. He was coming inside her. At least he hoped he was.
He tugged her away and shook his head. “You're too good at that. It makes me want to come too quickly.”
“You never let me have any fun.” She pouted.
With a chuckle, he reached over to the bedside table and slid on a condom. He ran a hand over her back again cupping her ass and he flipped her so she lay beneath him. But instead of laying on top of her, he ran his hands over her thighs, parting her legs wider. Guiding himself to her, Bryan squeezed his eyes shut as her tight sheath sucked at him. Beckoning him home. Making him want to take her hard, fast, deep.
But he snapped at the reigns of his control. Hooking her legs under his elbows, he guided his cock back to her sheath and slid home.
The both of them hissed and he snapped his eyes open, needing to watch her response to him. What he saw surprised him. Yes, he saw the lust and the need and the hunger, but he also saw something tender and sweet and he wanted to fall into her. She was his. They were doing this. How the hell had he gotten so lucky?
Her hips ticked against his as he loved her slow with the steady rhythm, slide, retreat, slide, retreat. But the edges of his vision started to gray and he knew he was fighting the inevitable.
With a feral growl, he positioned himself on his knees and planted his hands on her thighs, widening her position, opening her up to him. To take all of him, deep. Her eyes flared wide, then the corner of her lips tipped into a satisfied smirk and he drove home. His hands tight on her thighs, he took her over and over, her harsh whispers, of “Oh...God…yes…right there. Please. There. Harder. Harder. Damn it. Oh my god.” Filling the room.
“You like it when I’m this deep?”
And an intelligible moan was his answer.
“Answer me, Kyra.”
“Yes, God, yes.”
“You like it when I hit this spot?” He rocked into her and he saw stars. Holy fuck, she was going to kill him. He was going to die inside her and he could give a shit. He wanted more.
“Harder.”
The one whispered command blew the top off of his skull and he held her tight. Yes. God. Fuck. Yes.
When she came around him there was no gentle fluttering around his cock, or quivering in his thighs. Every muscle of her body tightened around him, locking him inside. As she held him tight, the damn broke and he roared as she took every single part of him, body and soul.
Twenty-Nine
Bryan woke with a start to the chiming of his phone downstairs. When he checked his bedside clock, he groaned when he saw the time. 5:30. Under normal circumstances, he'd have been up already. Hell, he'd have been up, worked out and fired off his first round of emails already. So no wonder Tom thought it perfectly acceptable to ping him this early. The problem was, today wasn't a normal morning.
This morning, Kyra lay naked and sprawled over him with her lips pressed to his neck as she breathed evenly. Her legs intertwined with his and her fingers lay on his chest. And oh yeah, his cock nestled just outside her cleft. With every shift and tiny breath, she brought him closer to home. Closer to bliss. And the more he thought about it, the harder he got. Right about now, he was just a hair away from the crown of his dick being able to check how ready she was. How wet she was. Would she be slick and ready like last night, where all he'd had to do was roll her over, climb over her and slide home? Her nails digging into his back. Marking him hers.
Or would she wake slowly? Could he tease her into readiness? Make her burn for him while she slept, his fingers tracing over her spine, a thumb over her nipple, his cock gently nudging her open?
Though, weren't they out of condoms? No, he had one more in his wallet downstairs. At least he hoped he did. Or maybe she’d finish what she started last night. Her hot little mouth stretched wide around his length.
Imagining her full lips wrapped around him was enough to make him ready to blow. But so was the thought of sliding into her bare. Her body stretched around him. Every sensitive nerve ending in his cock sending the fire signals. Fuuuuck. Just the thought of it. He'd never had unprotected sex before. And given his history, he got regular checkups.
The problem with a great idea was once you had one, it wasn't ever going to let go. And right about now, it was all he could think about. Sliding into her with nothing between them.
Downstairs, his phone beeped again and he groaned. One of these days, he was going to kill Tom.
He'd go down, answer it, and then crawl back into bed with Kyra. He wanted her again before they had to face the office. Sliding out of bed, he was careful not to wake her.
He snatched a pair of boxers from a drawer, throwing them on before he headed downstairs and found his phone right where he'd left it, next to Kyra's.
“Tom, this had better be a fucking emergency, like the world is in trouble, kind of emergency.”
“Sorry buddy. I know it's early, but I figured you were up and, well, you'd want to know this. Meredith has retained a lawyer. So any hopes we had of her accepting a quiet settlement are over. We need to brainstorm a plan B.”
“I still like the one where I don't have to bend over and take it minus the lube. How about we do that?” Bryan muttered.
“The last thing you need right now is publicity of any kind beyond you've hit your targets for five years in a year and the growth projection. That's the narrative. So the easiest way to keep that narrative is to have her go away.”
“It’s not that easy anymore.”
“I know, Bryan, I'm working on that. I just wanted you to know before you came in today. I'll find you some way out of this mess.”
“Yeah, I appreciate the effort. I’m serious though. I need some other options.”
“Roger that.”
Bryan hung up with Tom and was about to grab his wallet and Kyra's phone when her phone lit up. There was a notice from a shopping site to renew before it was too late. But it was the next message that drew his gaze.
Miss Benson. Thank you for taking the time to meet with me again. We cannot wait to see
you and hope that our proposal is to your liking.
Bryan's heart squeezed as soon as he saw the name on the email. Brennan. The woman he'd fallen in love with was meeting with his enemy.
* * *
Kyra rolled over, trying to snuggle into Bryan's warmth. But his side of the bed was cold. She really was going to have to talk to him about this waking up at the crack of dawn situation. She really wasn't down for it. Unless of course, he'd win her over with kisses, then she could be convinced to becoming an ass-crack-of-dawn convert. The sound of rushing water told her where to find him.
Letting the sheet fall away, she stretched through all the delicious aches. Her body remembered every single thing from last night. From the way his hands felt, to the way he'd left not a single inch of skin untouched or unkissed. The way his hands had gripped her tight as he strained toward his release. The way his teeth had grazed her flesh to tease her and make her crazy. She remembered everything. So this was what it felt like to be in a relationship. Pretty much the same, just no panic accompanied with the wake up. She padded across the floor and men
tally thanked him for installing heated floors. She found him leaning against the wall in the shower, his back to her as the water sluiced down the muscles of his back.
Deep in her belly, lust unfurled, yawning and stretching as she walked toward her man. When she tugged open the shower door, he didn't turn around. “You left me all alone in the cold bed,” she whispered even as she wrapped her arms around him.
He hissed a breath but didn't turn to hold or kiss her. “Kyra. I need to get to the office.”
“Mmm.” She slid her hands down over the chiseled arms. “I know. But a girl is going to need her wake-up call first. I thought you promised me I’d wake up with you inside me.”
His voice was gruff. “I can't right now—”
Her fingers wrapped around the throbbing length of his erection and his body just about bowed into the wall. He felt thick in her hand. Both velvety smooth and rock hard. Ready to make her succumb to anything he wanted. She stroked gently smoothing her palm over the crown and he shuddered. “Kyra, God fuck—” He whirled around and crushed his lips to hers. She didn't even get to enjoy her victory. His tongue was demanding, bruising. Needy, desperate. With every slide, he commanded her at the same time begging her.
“Bryan—” She couldn't think. Her brain fuzzing out as the lust flooded every nerve ending. She loved his firm grip. Loved his demands. Love the way he fisted a hand in her hair. And most of all loved the way he nudged her, ready to claim her.
He didn't say a word. Just removed his hand from her hair pausing momentarily to pay homage to her breasts, but then sliding over her belly, then down between her thighs as he lifted her up.
Kyra obligingly wound her legs around his waist and he braced her against the wall. His lips punished hers, demanding she respond to him. Giving her no room to breath. No gentleness. But she loved every minute. Needed him to brand her. So much for feminism. She liked this caveman version of him. He slid his fingers over her clit and she sucked in a shuddering breath. “Oh God.”
“You like that?” He ground out.
“Y-yes. God yes.” His fingers fluttered over her clit again and she moaned.
“You want me to do that again and again and again?”
“Yes, please,” she panted.
“Or maybe I don't give you what you want. What if I dangle it in front of you and make you beg me for it?” His teeth were clenched together tight, his brows drawn down but his voice was icy soft.
“Please, I just—” And then his tormenting fingers were gone and his cock was nudging her cleft. Oh yes. Please, yes.
“Are you on the pill Kyra?”
The pill? Oh yeah. The pill. “Yes.”
His hazel eyes bore into her as if he could ascertain the truth of her statement from a look alone. He muttered a low curse and then he was filling her, stretching her, sliding into her hot, bare, and needy and she couldn't take it. The first orgasm hit her hard. She trembled in his arms trying for purchase, but Bryan was completely in control.
Or what seemed like control for maybe the span of a second. The moment he'd taken her to the hilt, his eyes crossed and a string of inventive expletives flowed out of his mouth.
He was out of control and doing everything he could to fight it. They locked gazes and didn't let go. He'd slide in inch by inch and then he'd slide out with agonizing slowness. Each time rubbing over her clit and her breath caught.
The grin that flashed was wicked, hot, carnal, savage.
The electric current that ran through her body spread hot and quick like wild fire up her spine and through her body as another orgasm snuck up on her with a force of a semi.
She shook violently, unable to control what he was doing to her.
With a grunt, he filled her deep again before pulling out. He placed her gently down until her feel touched the slippery tile, then turned her around pressing her into the shower wall, the cool tiles pressing in to her breasts. Shit.
His fingers tapping over her spine were the only hint of the tenderness she'd become accustomed to before he took her in one savage deep stroke. “Fuck, you're so fucking tight. Why do you feel so good?”
Kyra gasped as the tip of his cock hit her g-spot. Once, twice. Over and over again, the ridge of his erection pressed against that internal bundle of nerves and she thought she would break.
He pressed his thumb over the rosette of her ass rubbing gently. “I should take you right here. Would you like that?” He tucked his hand into her hair and tugged hard enough so she lifted her head. “You'd like that wouldn't you, Kyra.”
And the kicker of it was, it intrigued her, making love like that, the idea. She wanted to try with him. She trusted him. “I—”
He kept that maddening pace. “Tell me.” Rub, stroke, rub, stroke.
“God. Yes, yes. Fuck me. Yesssss.”
“That's what I—” His body jerked behind her, then as if some damn of control broke, his pace quickened and he pushed until his thumb was inside her up to a knuckle. Gone was the harsh swears. Gone were the furrowed brows. His voice was exultant as he came. “God, you are so perfect...” And just like that she came again as he found his release, filling her deep with the warm flood of his release.
But something niggled in the back of her mind. Even though what they'd just done was scorching, why did she feel they were miles apart?
Thirty
Something was wrong. Kyra could feel it in her bones, in her heart ... in her empty bed. She'd known it the other morning in the shower when Bryan had made love to her. Of course it was still good. After all, it was them. They were combustible whether they were fighting or making love. She couldn't pinpoint it, but they were off. During work yesterday, they barely spoke. At first, she thought he was trying to keep anyone from figuring out that things had changed between them. Like for real changed between them and not just in the sack. But when she'd gone home and sent him a sexy email, he hadn't responded. The meetings over the last few days with him were a cold terse affair. Then today, well today, she was pretty sure he'd avoided her all together.
Yes, they were busy, trying to get this game out. Their deadline was right around the corner and her team and Megan's teams were on red alert, finding and fixing the bugs as they came up. Everyone was tense. But everyone had been tense since before he'd said he was falling in love with her. So that wasn't a valid excuse.
Every time she so much as tried to talk to him, he told her he didn't have time. It had been five days since he'd told her how he felt. Four since he touched her. With zero explanation.
Was it a game to him? To see if he could get her to admit her feelings for him? Once she'd done that, he immediately lost interest?
“You realize you've been making yourself crazy right?”
Megan's voice from her open doorway had Kyra's head snapping up. “Huh?”
“Come on girl, spill. What's with you? Trouble in forbidden paradise?”
“Megan!”
Her friend shrugged even as she rolled her eyes. She closed the door behind her. “Is that better?”
Kyra sighed. “A little.”
“Okay, now give me the deets. Do I need to kick Boss man's ass?”
“No. Don't bother. I'll do it myself and something tells me I'm deadlier than you are.”
Her friend frowned. “Don't be fooled by the Irish red hair and green eyes. And pixie-like height. I'm a terror. He hurts my friend, he deserves an ass whooping.”
“Well, let's hold off on that until I'm sure something is up. I mean something is up, but let's hold off on killing him until I know what it is.”
“What happened?”
Kyra gave her the high level gloss over. She'd go into more detail when they weren't in the office. But Megan looked just as puzzled as she felt. “You see what I mean.”
Megan shrugged. “I mean obviously you guys have to talk.”
“Yeah you try talking to a man who's avoiding you. Not the easiest thing in the world.”
“Well, you can't go on like this
. I mean, the two of you fighting is one thing. But the cold silence is a level I can't deal with. Neither one of you are fighting for what you want and it's coldly polite. I can't take it. And I promise you, I'm not the only one who's noticed.”
“That's just perfect.”
“Just go up there and talk to him. I know I saw him in his office. He looks like he's heading out for a run. You could probably swap out his usual workout for something infinitely more fun. I'm sure he'd be game.”
“Yeah, but two problems with that plan. One, our problem isn't sex. Lack thereof maybe, but he’s shutting me out for another reason. And secondly, I need to go meet with that guy from Brennan. He's been hounding me for over a month now.”
Megan winced. “Dude, you sure you want to do that? I mean homeboy is practically a stalker. All those calls and emails. I mean, you're good babe, but you’re not that good. And Bryan would be pissed.”
“Well, it’s not like he’s been around to tell. Not to mention, me having a conversation about potential consulting opportunities doesn’t preclude my non compete clause. I'm basically going on this lunch meeting thing to tell him to fuck off. I don't even want to go. I mostly want him to stop harassing me. Easier to appear ballsy and badass when you're scowling at someone than when you're lambasting them on the phone.”
“This is true.” Megan worked her bottom lip with her teeth. “So what are you going to tell Bryan?”
“I don’t know, but I’m only dealing with one jackass at a time. But don’t worry, we’re going to talk.” She’d bared her soul to him. He didn’t get to just run away.
* * *
Kyra shifted in her seat. Brennan Hargrove made her all kinds of uncomfortable. Kind of like whatever that sticky stuff was on the floor of fraternity basements. “Kyra, thank you for taking the time to meet with me.”
“To be honest, I’m asking you to back off. I don’t appreciate the stalker tactics.”
He frowned, his blond hair falling into his yes. She supposed most women would find him attractive, but he left her cold. “I'm not stalking you. I'm trying to give you a job.”