Kyla's Choice [Brothers Bound 4] (Siren Publishing Allure) Page 3

  “Yeah, if I recall your coworkers didn’t come out for about three more minutes. Had I not been there he would have had his pants down and fucking you.”

  Kyla looked away from him. Why did he have to be so blunt? She had felt Hank’s erection, felt the seam of his pants against her bare ass. Oh God how humiliating, her ass out on display in front of Rick. He had seen another man nearly rape her! He had heard her screaming and crying like a baby. That embarrassed her more than anything.

  Rick opened the front door for her. “Grab the blanket,” he ordered, crossing to the fireplace, adding more wood. He crossed back to the kitchen, turned on the electric tea pot, and shuffled through his cupboard. “So hot chocolate hey… I can’t do ice cream. I don’t have any of that.” He looked through his cupboards. “I really need to go shopping. I don’t know if I can even do the hot chocolate,” he mumbled.

  Kyla rolled her eyes and pushed past him to look through his cupboards. “You’re a pig,” she uttered, climbing up on the counter and digging through the numerous teas. She looked at him. “Tea?” She raised a questioning brow at him. She didn’t take him as the tea kind of guy.

  He grinned. “A lot of the girls that come here like tea with breakfast,” he responded, wondering if she knew how sexy she looked up on his counter, the blanket still draped around her. Her damp hair was in disarray and it turned him on.

  “Eww, you like get them off, then feed them breakfast in the morning?” She fake-gagged. That was just weird.

  Rick raised a brow. “Well yeah… You telling me you’re a fuck and dash kinda girl?” he asked. He had wondered. She had never talked about having a sex life. He was sure she had done something with the many boys that paid attention to her.

  “I’m a none-of-your-fucking-business kinda girl,” she replied, pulling out a can of powdered hot chocolate. “Got it.” She hopped down, opening more cupboards and frowning. “Your organization sucks. I thought I straightened this all out?”

  He looked at her. “What?” What the fuck did she mean straighten it all out? She’d never been in here without his knowledge.

  Kyla glared at him. “Paula paid me like three hundred bucks to clean up this pigsty and fuck you are gross. You know you left food out!” She stalked him. “Do you know how hard it is to get rid of bugs once they take up residency? It’s a damn good thing Paula got me in here when she did!”

  Rick had wondered who had dared clean. He usually got a cleaning crew in. “I had wondered why everything was backward.”

  Kyla rolled her eyes in annoyance. She looked through his fridge. He had yogurt. That could do. She grunted. Nope, not comfort enough for her. She should make him go buy ice cream. She opened his freezer. The thing was empty. “Do you ever eat?” she asked, outraged that he had no food in his house. No wonder he was so skinny. She looked him over. Yes, too skinny. Handsome as ever but damn he needed to beef up like he had been last summer.

  He shrugged. “I just got back. I have the essentials.”

  She snorted. “No you don’t.”

  He looked at her. “I could make a mean fruit salad.”

  She scooped heaping tablespoons of chocolate in her cup. “Yeah because I want food that is good for me at a time like this.” She growled. And he taught people how to be satisfied! Hah! He didn’t know how to satisfy this woman that was for sure.

  Rick grunted. “Fine I have something you might want,” he replied, digging through his fridge. He pulled out a can of whipped cream. He went to the cupboard and pulled out chocolate sauce. He went to his pantry and looked around.

  Kyla watched him. He came out with Oreo cookies and chocolate pudding. She watched him as he dolloped pudding in a bowl, smashed up the cookies and spread them, more pudding, more cookies, and then he topped it with whipped cream and drizzled the chocolate sauce on.

  He smirked and handed it to her.

  Chapter Four

  Kyla snuggled down in the blanket. Fire crackled to one side of her and she lavished in her homemade goodies. “Hey we can call it the Ricky special,” she said, waving her spoon in the air at him.

  Rick smiled, stirring her hot chocolate. He grabbed up the whip cream and loaded it on her hot chocolate, drizzling on the sauce, and took it to her.

  She looked at him. “You’re not having any?”

  He shook his head. “Nope, that stuff will kill me.” He took a seat next to her, his arms coming to rest on the back of the couch in a relaxed manner.

  Kyla furrowed her brows. “You’re not that stuck on yourself are you?” she asked. He was all muscly and hot and sexy and any other word she could think of, but come on. Surely even he had sweets once in a while.

  He smiled. “No… Diabetes. Gotta watch my sugar intake.”

  Kyla stared at him. She didn’t know that.

  He grinned. “Easy to handle it. Gotta rule it not let it rule you,” he replied, resting his feet on the coffee table.

  Kyla grunted, scooping up some more whipped cream. “So you’re not one of those dudes that licks whipped cream off of girls?” She blushed immediately. She shouldn’t have asked that.

  Rick chuckled. He looked right at her. “No. I prefer the natural taste of a woman. I don’t lick girls. Women,” he clarified.

  Kyla stared at him. The things he could tell her. Should she ask more? Would he think she was rude for asking? Would he think she would want that? He had to know she wanted… Wait what the hell was she thinking. Shouldn’t she be grieving or something? Hank just shoved his gross self on her! She shuddered at the thought.

  Rick chuckled, knuckles brushing across her cheek. “Only ask if you’re serious about it, sugar,” he offered. If she had questions he was more than willing to answer to the best of his ability.

  Kyla looked away, turning her attention back to her Ricky special. “You know if you added gummy worms it would be worms in dirt right?” She pointed out.

  Rick smiled. “Chickenshit. Yes, I know. Paula always makes them for Blain and Bell.” Rick grinned. He loved his niece and nephew. Even the old harpy that gave birth to them, too. It had been a miracle for Paula to have been able to give Sam children.

  Rick watched Kyla spoon up some of the pudding as she considered her next words. He sat silently, hoping she would ask questions. She obviously hadn’t been taught too much. Her eyes darted to him. He raised a brow.

  “Do all of you do that?”

  Rick frowned. “English, sugar, I don’t know what ‘that’ is. You’re a big girl, so use your big girl words. I know you know them. And I am not entirely sure who you mean by all of you?”

  Kyla grunted, his cheeks turning bright red. “The tying them up…? I found the straps on Mom’s bed,” she replied, rather blasé.

  Rick smirked. Good to know Jared was getting back into it with Lila. Mind you his wife liked the whole being tied up. “Some like it. Monica loves being tied up. Becca needs to work on dominating Monica. It’s what Monica wants.”

  Kyla frowned. “How come you know that and this Becca doesn’t?”

  Rick shrugged. “If you watch a person long enough you pick up on what turns them on.”

  Kyla slumped back. She had wondered about that. “You ever do it with a man?” she blurted.

  Rick grinned. “Pardon, do what? Big girl words,” he encouraged.

  Kyla grunted and rolled her eyes in annoyance. He was going to make her say it. She spooned more of her Ricky special into her mouth.

  Rick smiled. “Being shy, Kyla—that will never help you in your sex life. You need to be open and honest. Do I fuck men?” he asked.

  She nodded, eyes full of curiosity.

  He smiled. “This is the only time I’m gonna help you on that one. Yes, I have.”

  Kyla’s jaw dropped. She hadn’t even done it with a guy. She harrumphed.

  Rick laughed. “You look almost jealous.”

  She scowled at him. “Did you like it?”

  Rick cleared his throat and shot her a pointed look.

 
“Did you like fucking him?”

  Rick smiled and his cock jumped. “It was fun. I prefer to have a woman in the mix,” he replied.

  Kyla furrowed her brows. “So you, like, have a fuck buddy out there you grab up for threesomes?”

  Rick chuckled. “A couple actually, depends on the woman and what she’s looking for,” he answered. He shouldn’t have prayed so hard on her asking for questioning him. His dick was not appreciative of the talk. Correction—his dick loved it. He wasn’t liking the feeling of his dick straining against his zipper.

  That had Kyla frowning. “What the hell could she be looking for?” she questioned.

  Rick smiled. “I have a couple of single clients who want threesomes. I have one who fantasizes about one in her ass, one in her cunt, and another in her mouth.”

  Kyla cringed with shock. He just said the C word. That was so wrong on so many levels.

  Rick smirked. “Which word? Ass, cunt.” He watched as her face scrunched up in disgust. He nodded. “I don’t understand your dislike of that word. I love cunts, fucking them, tasting them, teasing them.” He shrugged.

  Kyla’s hands trembled and before she knew it, she dropped the bowl of Ricky special in her lap. Squealing, she jumped, trying to save it. Rick laughed. He had startled her. Virgin ears, he loved them. He watched her scoop most of it back into the bowl, groaning at the loss of her sweet. Or was it that she had just made a mess? When she finished he tugged the blanket from her. “I’ll get you another,” he offered.

  Kyla nodded, shocked. She took the dessert to the kitchen and scooped the remnants into the garbage before rinsing the bowl and placing it in the dishwasher. Rick tossed another log on. “You’re crude,” she said after snuggling into the new blanket and curling up on her side in front of the fire on the floor.

  Rick tossed her a pillow. She smiled thanks and got comfy. She hugged the blanket more snuggly around her frame and buried her head against the pillow. “I’m not crude. I’m honest. I like fucking ass once in a while as well,” he admitted. Kyla’s cheeks tinged red.

  “You’re gross,” she said, looking past him. She couldn’t look him in the eye. He just told her he did people’s asses and he liked it! Ick, he would never get anywhere near her ass. Said ass clenched at the thought of him trying to enter. She furrowed her brow. She wanted him to touch her ass, to cup her ass cheeks, but fuck it? Err! Could this get any more confusing?

  Rick laid out on the couch, one arm over his head, the other hanging over the side of the couch. She stared at his big hand. It made her think of the two women. How that woman had shoved two fingers into the one tied up. She had never thought of that. She had tried to shove a finger in herself. She grimaced. It had hurt. She didn’t like it. Then she tried another time, felt the tingly feeling she got when she thought of Rick, and found her vagina wet. That had been amazing, the feeling she got when she ran her finger over herself. She didn’t even think to stick two fingers in. She had been to up on the one spot. Clit. That was what Mel had called it.

  Rick raised a brow. “Serious thoughts,” he whispered.

  Kyla shook her head. “Just thinking,” she whispered.

  Rick grinned. “About?”

  She shook her head. She wasn’t going to tell him.

  Rick rolled off the couch and moved closer, his body away from hers, but his face real close. “Chicken,” he dared her.

  Kyla snorted. “I don’t mind being a chicken,” she replied. If it meant her thoughts would be her own she would be a chicken.

  Rick studied her. “How often do you get yourself off, Kyla?”

  Her cheeks turned bright red and she looked away. “That’s none of your business!”

  Rick nodded. “You ever play with your nipples?” He didn’t think she could turn any redder. He wasn’t sure how to take that. She did and he just found out or she didn’t and the thought thrilled her. “I suppose that uneducated Ben tried. He probably didn’t do it right,” he pondered. Hoping to rile her up to fess up what she had done with herself and what other clumsy juvenile boys had done to her.

  Kyla narrowed her eyes. “As if I would have let him touch my body!” she argued.

  Rick looked her in the eyes. “You let him shove his tongue down your throat. Pretty sure he shoved a hand up your shirt…down your pants.”

  Kyla narrowed her eyes. “I don’t let people just go grab me willy-nilly!” she argued, insulted that he would think she would just allow anyone to touch her body.

  Rick frowned. She hadn’t had sex with Ben? That was good. He was sure the little fucker was disease ridden. He thought over the other boys he had seen her with. “That Taylor kid?” he guessed.

  Kyla snorted. “Eww, that’s just gross.” Taylor was cute and all but he was shifty and it bothered her. Something about him creeped her out.

  Rick’s lip twitched. “Kendal?”

  Kyla shook her head. He could guess all night and he would never find anyone. She stared right at him and waited, eyes twinkling as he wracked his mind.

  “How do you feel?” he asked. He needed to know where her mind was. He needed to know that if he kissed her and he had every intention on touching those beautiful lips with his own that she would be okay.

  She shrugged. “Good, how am I supposed to feel?”

  Rick shrugged, leaning close, his mouth touching hers. He kept his gaze on hers and wanted to smile at the way her pupils dilated. She froze. Her nostrils flared and he was sure that sudden change in her eyes was challenge to deepen the kiss. Rick pressed further, mouth slanting, opening, and taking Kyla’s. He swept his tongue through her mouth and she backed away. He cocked his head, eyes narrowing. “You don’t like tonguing?”

  Kyla shook her head. “You shouldn’t be doing that,” she whispered. Her heart raced erratically in her chest and she was sure it would leap from her body at any second. She was sure she looked like a ridiculous deer in the headlights. Her hands trembled and she fisted them.

  Rick raised an eyebrow. “Why?” he asked.

  Kyla shook her head. “I just had a dude throw himself on me… Do I need to mention the whole my mother your brother thing?” Rick nodded. He had wondered if she had thought about the mother and his brother issue deep down.

  “You know your body, you know what you feel,” he reminded her, inching closer. “As for your mother and my brother. I am happy they have found each other.” He needed to know how she truly felt. Did she truly think of him as an uncle or was she just using that as a silly excuse in this moment to shy away. “How do you see me as a person, Kyla?”

  Kyla inched back. “You’re Rick.” She shrugged her shoulders. How else was she supposed to see him?

  He placed a finger under her chin and made her look at him. “So I am just another man to you? I have no significance to you?” When she tried to move her face away from him, he placed his thumb on her chin and held her in place. She glared at him.

  “Let me go,” she demanded.

  Rick shook his head. “I need to know how you think of me, Kyla,” he demanded right back.

  Kyla grunted.

  Rick waited.

  Kyla closed her eyes. “Stop being mean!” she whimpered. Why was he being so cruel? And why was it so hard for her to just say she wanted to be with him?

  Ricky sighed. “You know what I want to do to you, Kyla?” he asked.

  She shook her head.

  He nodded. “Well I’m sure you do,” he replied.

  She scoffed. “You don’t want me to stop you right now!” she retorted.

  He snorted. “See, honesty and being open is important. Communication is important. We could go all night guessing what we want from each other.”

  Kyla grunted. “I like you. And you’re Rick! Rick Keepher!”

  Rick smiled. Now they were getting somewhere. “Yeah I like you, too.” he replied calmly.

  Kyla furrowed her brow. That word, like, didn’t sound very important at all. Not how she had thought it would. Her heart plummete
d.

  Rick leaned close, his mouth a breath away from hers. “Kyla… I want to take you to my bed and touch every inch of your body with my tongue, lick your pussy, fuck your cunt with my tongue then my dick.”

  Kyla’s breath stopped and she stared in awe. Her pussy pulsed and her insides flipped all over.

  “I want to have you on my arm when we go out. I want to have you in my life every day, every night. I want to be with you. You are an individual. A woman, a gorgeous woman that I want by my side.”

  Rick waited to see what she would do. Her eyes darted from his eyes to his mouth. “Speak, Kyla,” he urged.

  She shook her head.

  He harrumphed, backing away from her. “I’ll take that as a no then,” he replied, hopping back on the couch, just as relaxed as he had been before.

  Kyla laid in shock. He wanted to lick her and fuck her and oh God her vagina was doing that tingly thing again. He wanted to be with her! Her heart soared. She looked at him. “So I have to speak clearly?” she asked. That was what he was trying to teach her.

  Rick nodded. “No man will ever know what to give you if you don’t tell him. I suppose I could guess and fumble around your beautiful body… Or you could tell me and it will be mind-blowing for you. We could always play this silent game of ‘we can’t be together because your mother married my brother.’”

  Kyla frowned. “But… I can’t just go and say things,” she mumbled. Oh goodness she didn’t know how to keep up. He kept on talking about what he wanted to do to her body but also to be with her. Anxiety filled her.

  Rick raised a brow. “Start small… If you could have me do anything you wanted right now…what would it be?”

  Kyla looked at him. That was a hard one to answer. She wanted him to do all of what he just said. Her heart pounded and her mouth went dry.

  Chapter Five

  Kyla stared at him. Should she move closer to him?

  “Baby steps, Kyla… Do you want me closer?”

  “Yes.” She breathed the word.

  Rick returned to her. He knelt in front of her and waited for her to make the next move. She rose and knelt in front of him, eyes big and wide.