Deciding Love (22 page)

Her tongue tangled with mine, the needy sounds that she always made escaping into my mouth. I swallowed them down, loving each and every one of them. When I finally managed to pull my lips from her, we were both breathing heavily.

“What was that for?” She asked, all big eyes and swollen lips. There wasn’t a part of this girl that wasn’t perfect for me. Those multi colored eyes were only one of the many things that made her special.

I cocked an eyebrow at her. “You show up to my work with all that skin on display, and you expect me not to be all over you within seconds? Sweetheart, you obviously don’t know me well enough.”

“I’m not complaining,” she said, breathless.

I groaned, sucking on her bottom lip. “I think I’m corrupting you,” I teased.

She let out a throaty laugh before I took her mouth again, releasing her hands so they could wrap around me.

“I need to finish some things before we can go,” I said when I managed to summon the willpower to step away from her. “You can hang out at my station for a bit.” I opened the door waiting for her to go out first.

“Okay,” she said, smoothing her hair before taking my outstretched hand.

“You don’t need to worry,” I said, fixing a piece of hair she missed. “You’ll always look beautiful no matter how mussed up you are.”

She gave me an unconvinced look as we walked out and headed to where I’d been working on Mr. Finlay’s Honda Civic. He was due to pick it up in the morning. Leading her to my tool box, I wrapped my hands around her tiny waist and lifted her onto the top of it.

“Sit there and look pretty,” I said with a wink.

“I don’t know if I should be offended or not,” she said.

I chuckled and picked up my tools again. As I worked I could hear Joe and the other guys talking to Chloe. Her tinkling laughter rang out through the shop, making me smile as I lay beneath tons of metal. It was such a contrast to the usual deep barks of laughter and crude jokes.

“Miss. Chloe, you’re as sweet as pie,” I heard Joe saying. I shook my head as I tightened a bolt. The girl was making everyone fall in love with her.

“What’s a nice thing like you doing with a crabby boy like Briggs?”

“I’m not crabby,” I shouted. Geez. Just because I wasn’t always smiling and joking around like Rannon, didn’t mean I was miserable.

“That’s exactly why I’m with him,” Chloe said. “He needs a little sweetness with all his sour attitude. It’s what makes us a good fit.”

I rolled out to look at her. She gave me a rueful smile, adding an adorable shrug that made me want to get up and kiss her for hours. As much as I’m sure Joe would have enjoyed that, I tamped down the urge.

“Well if he ever gives you problems, you come and tell Uncle Joe.”

Uncle
Joe? “Jesus,” I muttered, cleaning up my shit.

As soon as I was done, I grabbed her and waved goodbye to the guys, not that they even noticed. They were too preoccupied with saying bye to Chloe.

She was laughing at something as we reached my car.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing,” she said, shrugging. “Your coworkers are nice.”

I rolled my eyes.

“You want me to drive home?” She asked.

“And listen to you grind my gears again? I think I’ll pass.”

She gasped in outrage. “I’m a good driver! My daddy taught me how to drive stick.”

“I would argue I was the one to teach you how to drive to stick, but we’ll leave it alone for now.”

She scrunched up her nose in disgust as we got into the car. “That’s gross. You know that’s not what I meant.”

Laughing, I drove out, reaching over to grab her hand. See? I wasn’t always miserable. Chloe made me smile and laugh all the time. She was right earlier, she was good for me.

But not forever
, a voice inside me said.

Maybe not. I didn’t know what would happen. She’d go to college or university, possibly somewhere far away. And I’d be here, close to my family. Hopefully running my own business. But at least while I had her, I would be happy. I wouldn’t take her for granted.

You’ll hurt her
, the same voice said.

I pushed it away. I wouldn’t. Not intentionally. Never cruelly as I had with others in the past.

The thought of not having her in my life caused a weird caving sensation in my chest, and my breathing became deeper.

“Kyle?”

“Yeah, babe?” I said instantly, my voice strangely hoarse.

I looked over and saw her looking at me with a concerned and confused expression.

“Are you okay?” She asked.

“I’m fine why?”

Her eyebrows lifted as she lowered her gaze to where I held her hand. I followed her attention and realized I was squeezing her hand tightly. Cursing, I relaxed my hold, apologizing.

“Is everything okay? What were you just thinking about?”

I gave her a quick, reassuring grin before focusing back on the road.

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing.”

This was the first time I’d been in Chloe’s house. I took in the spacious living room and kitchen, with all the light furniture and splashes of colour from pillows and rugs. Her mom clearly had an eye for interior design.

It wasn’t a huge house, but it had tons of character. I’d always loved the old century homes in Bloomfield, and this one was in amazing shape.

Her parents weren’t home, so we settled in the kitchen as she preheated the oven.

“I’m not much of a cook,” she admitted sheepishly. “So I hope frozen lasagna and garlic bread is okay with you.”

All I wanted to eat was her, but I didn’t say that. “I’m good so long as it’s food.”

I watched her as she fluttered around the kitchen, talking to me as she prepared food and drinks for us. I replied when she asked me something, but I was only half listening. I was too preoccupied with the domestic feel of all this. It felt...nice.

I’d never given much thought to how it would be to have someone there at the end of the day. Someone who you could actually sit and talk to, not just fuck and leave. The thought that this was only temporary hit me again, and that same hollow feeling in my chest returned. I didn’t like it.

Make the most of the time you have
, I reminded myself.

Chloe bent over to put the lasagna in the preheated oven, her dress slipping up the back of her thighs to just under her ass. My mouth went dry, and I was moving before I realized it. The food needed an hour to cook. Plenty of time for me to have some fun with her.

She gasped when my hands encircled her waist, pulling her against me. I licked and tasted every inch of skin available to me as her body melted into mine. I loved the way she responded so easily to me. It was as though she were made for me.

Thinking of her like this with anyone else sparked a new sense of panic inside, as though I needed to mark her so every guy out there knew she was mine before she was anyone else’s.

She’ll always be mine, I decided as those throaty moans surround me. God, the noises she made could drive a man insane. No matter what happens in the future between us, this girl was always going to be mine. She just didn’t know it.

Turning her in my arms, I took her mouth, swallowing her sounds happily. Cupping one of her breasts through her dress, I ran my thumb over her hardened nipple, teasing her. She was so sensitive everywhere, more so than any other girl I’d been with. Unless it was just like that because this was us. Maybe things would always be different with her.

“Kyle,” she moaned. Her little hands gripped my t-shirt until her knuckles turned white. I chuckled against her skin. My girl needed me.

Slipping my hand up her thigh, I pushed her panties to the side to find just how much she needed me. I groaned into her neck.

Chloe let out a whimper as I inserted one finger inside her, hooking it to rub lightly over her sweet spot before retreating, bringing all that wetness up to rub over her clit. Her knees nearly gave out.

Picking her up, I wrapped her legs around me and headed toward the stairs at the front of the house. Her sweet mouth sucked at my skin, those tiny teeth biting me as she clung to me, as though she couldn’t get enough.

Fuck. It was making it hard to concentrate.

“Chloe, where’s your bedroom?” I asked, my body shaking with the need to be inside this girl.

“Second door on the left,” she said, a breathy reply against my ear. Then she sucked on my earlobe, making my eyes roll into the back of my head.

I gripped her ass tightly. “You’re making it really hard for me to focus on not killing us on these stairs.”

She giggled and that sound only made it worse. Everything she did was sexy to me.

Finally we made it to her room. I only took a half a second to take it in before dropping us both on her bed. Her hips cradled me as I rotated my rock hard cock over her clit, taking her lips again.

Her hands tugged at my clothes but I wasn’t going to rush this. I loved kissing Chloe. It was becoming my new favorite thing to do. I used to love to draw in high school. When I’d started college I didn’t have much time for it, between that and work. But this was better than drawing. I’d take kissing Chloe over anything.

“Kyle, please,” she whimpered.

Fuck.

Pulling back, I whipped her dress right off, and sat back to look at my girl. She wore a matching black lace bra and panties. I rubbed a hand over my mouth, wondering, not for the first time, if I was dreaming her up. No one could be as lovely as she was.

A strange sensation filled my chest again. Different than the caving feeling, but still just as uncomfortable. Ignoring it, I reached out to hook my fingers in the sides of her panties and slowly lowered them down her legs. I stood at the end of the bed and made quick work of my own clothes as she took off her bra. When I covered her body with mine again, skin to skin, we both inhaled deeply.

“I’ll make this good for you,” I promised.

“I need you, Kyle,” she said, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Don’t make me wait.”

I looked up at her as I dipped down to pull a nipple into my mouth. “Everything good in life is worth waiting for,” I said. And then I moved lower, smiling against her skin as her fingers gripped my hair.

25

Chloe

The unadulterated need in his eyes was setting my body on fire. Every part of me was covered by his bare, hot skin, his lips owning mine after already bringing me to a climax. Nothing made me feel as alive and wanted as Kyle’s attentions did.

I was aching so badly for him, I wasn’t even scared that I was about to have sex for the first time. This was right. I was doing this with the person that I was always meant to do it with. There were no doubts in my mind.

Finally he sat back, leaving my lips feeling bruised, my body relaxed and still buzzing from his mouth in other areas. I watched him with lowered, hungry eyes as he rolled on a condom. Every part of him was perfect, it made my mouth water.

His eyes stayed on me, those dark, rich pools that saw straight through me. His large hands slid up my inner thighs, pushing gently, widening my legs to accommodate his hips. With one hand, he grabbed himself at the base of his length and positioned it against my entrance.

Instinctively my body tensed, not from fear but from anticipation.

“Are you ready?” He asked, his voice hoarse with desire. Just the sound had me shaking with need. I nodded, not trusting my voice to speak. Leaning over me, all those lean muscles surrounding me, inviting my hands to stroke over them, he pushed the crown into me, pausing.

“Relax” he said. I bit my lip, nodding again. With one thrust he entered me until our hips met. The pain was slight, not nearly as bad as I’d always thought it would be. He paused again, letting my body adjust to his size.

It was definitely bigger than his fingers, but my body wanted his so much that it seemed to grip him happily, pushing aside any discomfort for the pleasure. I rotated my hips experimentally. Kyle groaned as if he were in pain, his head dropping forward, pieces of hair falling over his forehead.

Kyle on the brink was captivating. His eyes were bright with desire, his cheeks flush from the restraint he was maintaining. All for me. I moved my hips again, biting my lip at the sensation it brought.

He looked up at me and we stared into each other’s eyes, communicating wordlessly as he begged to move, and I begged him to move. Pulling out slowly, he pushed his hips forward again just as carefully, his hardness rubbing my sensitive flesh in a cruelly slow rhythm.

After doing this a couple of more times, he finally started to move faster. My breath hitched as I felt my climax climb again. He started an even faster, harder motion, driving me nearly insane as unintelligible words escaped my mouth.

My hands were all over him, scratching at his body as he made mine rise to a release I’d never felt before. Sweat shined on our bodies as he continued to thrust over and over, his face laced with pure pleasure.

The climax hit me suddenly. Screaming, I threw my head back, stars dancing in my vision as wave after wave crashed over me. My thighs shook around him as I began to come back, my inner walls still gripping him as he continued to move in and out. I didn’t know how long these things normally lasted, but something told me Kyle was above average - in all things.