LEGEND: A Dark High School Bully Romance (Rosewood High Book 7)

by Tracy Lorraine

  His fingers wrap around my throat and I’m forced backward.

  “Ky,” I gasp, my back hitting the wall. He steps right into me as the intensity in his eyes makes a violent shudder roll down my spine.

  “An hour was too fucking long, Har.”

  His chest heaves, his minty breath fanning over my face as our eyes hold in a battle of wills.

  He wants me to submit, to admit my feelings, and risk putting my heart on the line for him.

  But am I strong enough to do that after everything?

  My pulse thunders under his light grip, and he feels it because his thumb starts caressing the spot I know where it’s pounding against my skin.

  “I’m so fucking sorry, Kitten. I thought I was doing the right thing by not telling you. I thought I was protecting you.”

  “You thought wrong,” I growl, my memories of what his lies led to hitting me full force once again.

  My stomach turns over as I remember the putrid stench from that warehouse, Gray’s vile touch, his murderous promises, and dark intent.

  “You left me unarmed and allowed him to get to me.”

  Guilt darkens his eyes, pain leaking from them.

  I feel it, I feel it as if it’s my own.

  But is that enough?

  “You lied to me, Kyle.”

  “I know, and I’m sorry. I thought I could keep him away from you. I thought if I tried to show him that I didn’t want you—” I think of that brunette girl wiggling around on his lap. My chest splinters as I picture his hands on her body. “I thought it was safer that way.”

  “Why was he even there? Did you invite him?”

  “Fuck knows. I never wanted to look at him again after that night.” He swallows and my eyes drop to his throat as the muscles pull and his Adam’s apple bobs. My mouth waters, wanting to taste his skin, to keep the roughness of his jaw against my lips.

  Damn him.

  “I only ever wanted to protect you, Har.” He steps closer, crushing my body against the wall in the most delicious way. “I only ever wanted you.”

  “Ky, I—” I try to argue but he presses two fingers to my lips to stop me.

  He stares at me with so much emotion swimming in his eyes, it’s all I can do to remember to take a breath.

  “Shhh… I’m talking,” he whispers, brushing his nose against mine and sending my body into overdrive. His hand drops and he wraps it possessively around my ribs. “I’m sorry, Har. For everything. For not taking you away that night, for being so drunk I let it go on too long. For the way I treated you when I came back. I spent a year locked away and you were the only thing I could think about. I wanted you, I hated you. I was a fucking mess.

  “Then I saw you again, and fuck. You fucking slayed me, Kitten.

  “You were everything I didn’t want to remember but was desperate for.

  “I’m sorry for keeping shit from you when I should have trusted you. I’m sorry I didn’t protect you in the way I should, and I’m sorry I hurt you, I’m even more sorry he got the chance to. But mostly, I’m sorry for not telling you this earlier.” His hand releases my throat in favor of my cheek. “I…” He hesitates, his eyes filling with tears. “I love you, Harley.”

  “Kyle,” I breathe, a frown marring my brow.

  “Shush,” he soothes. “I don’t expect you to say anything. I just… I needed you to know.”

  His watery eyes plead with me to give him a chance, to say that I’ll try.

  But my head and heart are at war.

  My heart feels like it’s about to explode, like it no longer fits inside my chest after watching him rip himself open for me. But my head… my head wants to protect me from even more pain.

  “I want to make it up to you, Kitten. Let me prove to you how I feel, how serious I am.”

  “But—”

  “Trust me, Har, I know all the buts. I know all the reasons you should say no and turn me away. But I’m begging you, please, don’t. I suffered through a year without you, it’s our time now.”

  My lips part but I find that I can’t dig up an answer as my body continues its silent battle.

  “I love you, Kitten. I love you so fucking much.” He drops his palm, slipping his hand inside my robe and pressing it over my heart. “I know you feel something too.”

  There’s no way he can’t feel how hard my heart is beating under his hand and my cheeks bloom knowing that he knows how hard I’m fighting for sanity right now.

  “W-what will you do if I say no?” I ask, forcing the words out past the giant ball of emotions clogging my throat.

  Pain slices through his eyes, but I stay strong.

  “Then I turn around and walk back out the way I came in and send Stella back.”

  “Just like that?”

  “I want to be what you need, Har. And if that’s not me, then I’ll just have to deal with that.”

  He presses his forearm against the wall behind me, caging me in. Although I know I’m free to run if I so wish.

  “A-and… what if I say yes?”

  Heat flashes through his eyes for a beat before he schools his features and leans in so close that our lips brush.

  Liquid lust floods my body sending heat straight to my already simmering core.

  “Then I’d never let you go ever again.”

  I sag against the wall, the conviction in his words making my knees weak.

  “Okay,” I whisper so quietly I’m not even sure I said the word, but the second the corner of his lip twitches up into the beginning of a smile.

  “Harley,” he warns as if he’s worried that I’m playing him.

  “I…” I bite down on my bottom lip, still battling with the argument raging but ultimately knowing that my heart is going to win out.

  How can it not when he’s basically bleeding out in front of me right now?

  “Yes,” I breathe. “Yes, Ky. I want—” My words are cut off as his lips slam down on mine and his tongue plunges into my mouth.

  His kiss is all-consuming, and he steals all the breath from my lungs as he devours me.

  His hands slide up to my cheeks so he can angle my head just so and deepen our kiss.

  My toes curl in desire and my heart tumbles as I finally allow it to take full control of the situation.

  I let my walls down and fall hard and fast as he consumes me, claims me.

  His fingers thread into my hair and he tugs my head up, ripping my lips from his so he can kiss across my jaw and down my neck.

  “Ky, I…” I pant, trying to get control of my breathing to be able to say the words. “I… I think I love you too.”

  He pauses with his lips pressed against my throat and I panic.

  Was I not supposed to say that?

  But then I feel his lips move and I know he’s smiling.

  “Look at me,” I demand, knowing that I can’t miss this moment.

  He hesitates for a second, but the wait is worth it when he finally moves and looks into my eyes.

  Tears swim in his silvery-blue depths and he has the goofiest smile on his face.

  I can’t help but bark out a laugh at how ridiculously happy he looks. It’s an incredible sight and my chest swells knowing how much he needs this kind of happiness in his life after everything he’s been through.

  “I can’t offer you much, Har. I come complete with a parole officer and a record, but fuck, I promise to always put you first and do my best to make you the happiest woman on the planet.”

  “Oh Ky, I don’t need anything aside from you. We can build the rest of it together.”

  “Fuck,” he barks, slamming his lips to mine once more. “I need you so fucking bad, Kitten.”

  “The feeling is certainly mutual.”

  His fingers make quick work of the tie around my waist and in seconds, my robe is pooling at my feet.

  “Holy shit,” he gasps when he takes in my gold bikini. “Stella is straight, right?” he asks, his voice deadly serious.

  I throw my hea
d back and laugh. “You’re an idiot.”

  “Apparently so.” His face twists with regrets.

  “Hey, don’t do that,” I say, reaching for his rough cheeks and pulling him closer once again.

  “We’ve got so much to talk about, I’ve got so much more to apologize for.”

  “That may be true, but I’m not really in the mood for talking and rehashing all that shit right now.”

  His eyes light up as he steps into my body once more. His clothes tickling against my bare skin and the roughness of his tented jeans scratching at my stomach.

  “What did you have in mind, Kitten?” he asks, his head dipped so our lips are only a breath apart.

  “I… I was heading for the hot tub. Join me?”

  “Fuck yeah.”

  My fingers grip the bottom of his shirt and I pull it up his body. He assists when I get it stuck on his head.

  Trailing my fingers over his chest, I linger on a bruised patch of skin on his ribs. “This still hurt?”

  “No,” he says, I suspect he’s lying as he reaches for my thighs and lifts me up the wall, his lips pressing into a thin line as if in pain. My legs automatically wrap around his waist, my core lining up with his hard length, figuring that he wouldn’t do it if it were too much.

  “Ky,” I moan, flexing my hips against him.

  “Fuck.”

  His lips find mine as he rips me from the wall and carries me across the room.

  The right side of my body heats as he lowers me down and when I look over, I find my fire roaring away as my back lands on the rug before it.

  “Your fire looks perfect to me, Kitten,” he says, staring down at me as if I’m the most precious thing in the world.

  “I missed you,” I admit, needing him to know that everything he’s felt since I sent him away wasn’t one-sided.

  “Why’d you do it?” he asks, rubbing his hands up and down my thighs, his thumbs getting dangerously close to my damp bikini bottoms.

  “B-because you hurt me.”

  “Fuck, I wish I hadn’t.”

  “Me too. Can you promise me something?”

  “Anything.” The honesty shining in his eyes tells me that he means it.

  “Never lie to me again—”

  “Ne—” I reach up and press my fingers to his lips, cutting off his words.

  “I’m not finished.” He nods and I continue. “Never lie to me again and never think that I can’t handle the truth. I’m a Harrow Creek girl, I can handle anything.”

  “I know, Har. You’re so fucking strong. I’m so sorry.”

  “Show me.”

  His hands drop to either side of my head, his fingers digging into the shaggy rug beneath me as he drops his lips to mine and rolls his hips in a way that makes me moan.

  “Fuck, Har. You’re so fucking sexy,” he growls against my lips. “I’m never going to get enough of you.”

  “I hope not.”

  My nails scratch down his back until I find the waistband on his jeans and slip my fingers beneath them and his boxers, gripping onto his ass and pulling him tighter against me.

  He kisses me as if I’m the air he needs to breathe, and I know without a doubt that I made the right choice. My heart couldn’t cope with watching him walk away from me again.

  “Kyle,” I gasp when he pulls the small triangle of fabric away and pinches my nipple. My back arches off the rug with my need for more.

  Ripping his lips from mine, he trails wet sloppy kisses down my neck and chest until he reveals my other breast and sucks the hard peak into his hot mouth.

  “Oh God,” I moan as his tongue laves at me.

  “Missed you. Missed you so much,” he mumbles against my skin as he descends my stomach, pulling at the ties at my hips.

  The fabric falls away and his hands press on the inside of my thighs as he lowers himself to his stomach. He moves his face forward but he doesn’t stop where I want him to. Instead, he latches on to the soft skin of my thigh and sucks until I swear the skin is about to break, rebranding me as his.

  “So fucking perfect,” he whispers, his fingertip tracing his mark, his hot breath sends a shiver of desire racing across my skin.

  “Kyle,” I moan, reaching for him.

  I knock his cap off his head and thread my fingers in his long locks, pulling him toward where I need him.

  “Horny, Kitten?”

  “Kyle, yes,” I cry, hoping it’ll encourage him to stop teasing me. “Please.”

  “My pleasure.”

  He leans forward and sucks hard on my clit.

  “Oh my God,” I squeal, thrashing around on the rug.

  He releases me after a second and his tongue sets to work making me lose my goddamn mind.

  “Yes, yes,” I cry as my release begins to crest.

  One of his fingers circles my entrance, my muscles contracting, desperate to pull him deep inside me.

  I pull at his hair harder, trying to tell him what I need without finding the words.

  My head spins, my body flies, and my chest heaves as I climb higher and higher.

  Finally, he pushes two fingers deep inside me and bends them in the perfect way that makes me detonate.

  “Kyle,” I scream as my body shatters into a million pieces.

  Wave after wave of red-hot pleasure courses through my body, leaving me heaving for breath and my limbs heavy with exhaustion.

  He doesn’t pull back until he’s squeezed the last ounce of ecstasy out of me.

  Sitting up, his lips pull into an accomplished smirk as his chin glistens with the evidence of my release.

  Every muscle south of my waist clenches with the sight, to the point that I almost push him back down to do it all over again.

  Clearly able to read my mind, he chuckles and wipes the back of his hand across his face before he stands.

  I panic for a second that he’s about to walk away, but then his hands drop to his waistband and he pops the button, pushing both his jeans and his boxers down his thighs.

  “Oh God,” I whimper as his hard length springs free.

  He smiles down at me as he kicks the fabric from his legs and drops his hand to his length, stroking a few times as he trails his eyes leisurely down my body.

  His gaze scorches every place it touches until I’m squirming with desire once more.

  “Ky,” I warn, hoping it’ll break him out of his trance.

  Hearing my voice, he drops to his knees between my parted thighs before rubbing the head of his cock through my folds, coating himself in my wetness.

  Our eyes hold as silent promises pass back and forth between us.

  “I love you,” he mouths, dropping lower and pushing the tip inside me.

  My body tenses at the invasion, but the second his hand skims up my body and comes to stop in its home around my throat, I relax.

  Taking his weight on his elbow beside my head, he pushes the whole way in, and his tongue parts my lips, teasing mine with the same gentleness.

  “Kyle,” I moan, pleasure rippling through me as tears burn my eyes.

  “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry,” he says between kisses as he loves me.

  “Ky.” I pull his head up so he can look into my eyes. “It’s okay. I understand. What’s done is done.”

  He stares at me for a beat, his body stills.

  “I…” he starts, but soon shakes his head before dropping his lips back to mine for a life-changing kiss.

  I cling on to him, clawing at his back as he ups his speed. Wrapping his hand around my thigh, he presses it against my chest, allowing him to take me deeper and hit the perfect spot with every thrust.

  “You feel so incredible,” he murmurs when he’s forced to break our kiss to drag in a few deep breaths. “So fucking tight.”

  “Kyle, I’m gonna—”

  “I know, Kitten. I can feel it.” He drops his fingers between our bodies and pinches my clit. “Let go, baby. Come all over my cock.”

  “Ky,” I cry as I do
exactly as I’m told thanks to another sharp pinch and strong thrust.

  My body snaps and my pussy sucks him in deeper a second before he throws his head back and roars out his release.

  The muscles in his neck, chest, and stomach ripple and pull, the sight sends aftershocks shooting around my body.

  Dropping my leg, I slam my hands down on his chest. He’s not expecting it and as I hoped, he falls back on his ass, allowing me to crawl onto his lap.

  “Hey, Kitten.” He smirks, his eyes sparkling in delight as he comes down from his high.

  “Hey.”

  “I think I need to do that again,” he admits, but it’s not necessary, I can already feel him growing hard against me.

  “Want to take this to the hot tub?” I ask as his hands trail up my back to undo my bikini top so it falls from my body.

  “Hmm… I can’t think of anything I want more.” He balls up the scrap of fabric and throws it across the room.

  “Okay but I’m going to need that.” My eyes follow the movement of my top.

  “Like fuck you are.”

  He stands with me in his arms as if I weigh nothing, and he carries me toward the door he entered through.

  “We can’t go in na—”

  “Says who, Kitten?”

  “The welcome pack,” I admit, my cheeks heating at my rule-following.

  “Fuck the welcome pack, you’re not wearing clothes again until we’re forced to leave this place.”

  His hands squeeze my ass until the bite of pain mixes with my desire and my core floods with heat.

  “Fuck, I can feel that.”

  “Yeah, then you’d better do something about it.”

  Before I’ve realized he’s released me, I’m on my feet, the top half of my body bent over the hot tub.

  His hand lands on my bare ass cheek with a loud slap and I squeal in shock, my heat zeroing in on my pussy.

  “My girl loves it a bit rough, huh?”

  His hand skims up my spine, threading into my hair and pulling my head up, forcing my back to arch.

  “Ready?”

  “Hell yeaaaaah,” I scream as he slams into me with each thrust. “Oh shit.”

  Gone is the gentle lover from beside the fire and in his place is the hot-headed, bad boy that I know so well.

  “Kyle,” I scream into the silent forest as he pounds into me so hard that my feet start to leave the floor.