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

  “Speak, Kyla,” he ordered, his voice husky. The things her big innocent eyes did to him were unbelievable. He licked his lips. His hands itched to reached out and touch her. To feel her. He held himself back. Control and let her lead.

  Kyla peeked at his lips. “Kiss me,” she blurted out.

  Rick smiled. “No please?” he teased.

  “Please.”

  “All together now, sugar.”

  “Please kiss me.”

  Rick smiled. “Good girl.” He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. Kyla fell into it like a lost puppy. His mouth covered hers, his tongue swept through her mouth, and her body cried out for more. Her hands rose and came to rest on his chest.

  Rick deepened the kiss. Kyla grasped the front of his shirt, moaning into his mouth. Rick groaned when she pressed her young, ripe body to his. Her breasts mashed to his chest. His eyes closed, marveling in the feel of her against him, soft and sweet. The most irresistible whimpers escaped her. Her tongue slid against his. He sucked it into his mouth and she gasped. He groaned, repeating the move. Her body leaned heavily against his. He shifted his leg, pressing it between hers till she knelt, legs spread. Her pussy was flush to his thigh. He held his mouth away from hers, giving her a second to catch her breath. His tongue darted out and licked her lower lip, teeth gently biting.

  “Take your shirt off, Kyla,” he ordered. She hesitated. Rick brushed his lips across hers. “Words. If you don’t want that, say no,” he ordered.

  She furrowed her brow. She wanted it. They shouldn’t do this. She pulled the shirt over her head.

  “Bra off,” he ordered.

  She looked at him, outraged. He was seriously going to make her undress in his living room? She looked around the room.

  Rick raised a questioning brow.

  “Here?” she squeaked.

  Rick looked around. “Is somebody here?” he asked.

  She shook her head. “Shouldn’t we be in a bed?”

  Rick smiled, so innocent and shy. “So to kiss you and touch your pretty tits I have to take you to bed?” he questioned.

  Kyla frowned. That just sounded stupid. “No,” she grumbled, reaching back to unclasp her bra, hands cupping her breasts and holding her bra in place, thinking this move over. She had had guys touch her breasts but she always had clothes on. She had never knelt in front of a man and bared herself to him. Not like this.

  Rick smiled. “Feel free to pinch since you’re there,” he offered.

  Kyla blushed.

  Rick chuckled. “Your nipples are hard,” he pointed out. “Let them free. I want to suck on your nipple like I did your tongue.” The bra fell and Kyla held her breath. She wanted that, too!

  Rick nipped her lips. “Breathe, sugar,” he urged. Her breath was ragged.

  He cupped her breast, thumb swiping over the perfect pebbled nipple. “Beautiful… You know when I get you completely aroused they’ll turn a real pretty blush.”

  Kyla’s breath caught in her throat.

  He looked at her. “If I scare you at any point, Kyla, you have to tell me...” he encouraged.

  She nodded. She yelped when he tucked his hands under her bottom and lifted her till she straddled his hips. Her hands grasped his shoulders to keep her balance. His mouth devoured her right nipple and her head fell back. Her mouth gaped open and the scratchiest groan ripped from her parted lips. Kyla had never felt anything like it before. His mouth was warm, hot, demanding. Every time he nibbled or bit her nipple it sent tremors straight to her vagina.

  He pulled back and blew on her hot nipple and it puckered further. “Look, Kyla.”

  She shook her head. She didn’t want to look at herself.

  His tongue circled her nipple. “Kyla… Stop being shy, just a peek,” he encouraged.

  Kyla dared to peek down and gasped. His tongue circled her and her vagina contracted, her pussy flooding with warmth. He cupped her other breast, mouth taking over that one. His thumb swiped over the one he had brought to a tight point. Her eyes widened. He was right, it changed colors, darker. She pulled back, stumbling from the comfy perch on his muscled thigh, eyes wide. “That’s why her vagina was all red and swollen!” she cried.

  Rick wanted to groan, wanted to haul her back up and hear her pant again. “Pardon?” He heard “vagina swollen” and other than that utter astonishment in her tone.

  Kyla looked at him. “Monica? The woman on the bed, her… Her privates were all swollen and red and, and…” Her cheeks were burning.

  Rick smiled. “Yes, she was aroused. Becca did very well with her.” He dipped, his mouth suckling her breast, and the suction pulled it painfully. She grabbed his shoulders. Her back arched and she wanted more. Her nipple popped out of his mouth and he grinned up at her. “You’re rubbing your pussy on me, Kyla,” he teased.

  She stopped and stared at him. Why would he point that out? Why would he stop? The tremors that had been surging through her whole body were utterly amazing!

  He pecked her on the nose. “Sleepy time, sugar,” he whispered.

  Kyla stared at him. “Seriously?” she questioned. He was just going to stop.

  Rick smirked. “You asked me to kiss you… I don’t think you’re quite ready to use the big girl words for the next step.”

  Kyla’s eyes rounded. He was going to make her ask him to have sex with her? Make her say the words. How the fuck did a person ask for that straight out? Make love to me? Did she want that? Of course she did! What girl didn’t want that? Have wild abandoned sex with me? That sounded more appealing. The whole lovey-dovey crap scared her. That meant they shared feelings, whispered words of endearment. She furrowed her brows. Her parents had been lovey-dovey and now she realized it had all been a big act. They may have loved each other at one time but those last years together had all been fake, an act. A big act for her and Ty. Kyla grunted. Anger seared through her. Not just at Rick for stopping but coming to the realization about her parents. She grabbed up her shirt, tugged it over her head, grabbed the blanket, and stepped around him.

  “Kyla, walking away angry solves nothing,” he replied calmly.

  She glared at him. “Good night,” she grumbled.

  Rick sighed, watching her retreat down the hall. He was not sure what had upset her. She should have been slightly angered by him stopping but something had crossed her eyes that disturbed her. He had seen the initial confusion and anger at him stopping, but what was the fear that entered her eyes? He needed to know. He plucked up her bra. Had he said something that had scared her? He rethought his words. Big girl words for the next step. Had he confused her with the few words? He narrowed his eyes in thought, his gaze lingering on the hall she had gone down. He needed her to speak. Needed her to share her thoughts.

  Kyla crawled into the big bed and curled up in a ball. Tears seared her eyes. Her vagina was pulsing and her nipples ached. Did he even know the things he had done to her body? How he had left her feeling? She hugged the stupid blanket he had covered her with closer. Her lips even felt swollen.

  She buried deeper under the big fluffy comforter. She could hear him walking around, the water running, the clink of dishes being put in the dishwasher. She rolled her eyes. She should have cleaned up her mess.

  She heard his footsteps coming down the hall. Her heart raced. Would he come and finish what he started? She heard a light scraping against her door. She shouldn’t have closed the door. Would he come in? She prayed for him to come in. She listened. Silence. Her heart hammered, her breath stopped. Only when she heard his footsteps walking away did she breathe again. The tears fell then.

  Chapter Six

  Rick placed the bacon and eggs in front of her. She poked at the eggs, shifted around the bacon, and then slumped. He took a seat across from her. “You’re mad?”

  Kyla shook her head. “Mom says being mad is a waste of time. A person has better things to do…” She scrunched up her face. Or was it feeling sorry for one’s self? She shrugged, shaking her head. “
Not mad…tired, want to go home and wallow in my own comfort,” she replied, dipping her toast in her egg. He had made them perfectly. She suddenly missed her mom. Maybe she would go over there and visit. She was sure little Anne had preschool today. “Where’s my phone?” she asked.

  Rick got up crossed the room and took it from a shelf next to the door. He laid it next to her plate. “You’re mad at me,” he restated.

  Kyla dared look at him. His eyes were all soft and full of concern. How many times he had given her that look in the last few years. She hated that look. She liked the other one where his eyes darkened and twinkled when he was about laugh. “No,” she answered.

  “So leaving you all hot and bothered last night didn’t make you mad?”

  Kyla blushed. Did he really have to bring that up? “I’m trying to have breakfast.” She turned her attention back to the food.

  Rick raised a brow, leaning back in his seat and watching her. “So you and your girlfriends don’t talk sex while eating?” He was sure he had heard them on occasion.

  Kyla shook her head. “You’re not my girlfriend,” she replied dryly.

  Rick crossed his arms over his chest. “Because I’m a guy, me and you can’t discuss sex at a table?”

  Kyla looked at him. “I didn’t say that. I just said I was eating!” she snapped.

  Rick sighed. “You’re an adult, Kyla. Feel free to remember that.” He grabbed his plate and crossed to the living room and flicked on the TV, scanning through channels till he reached the morning news then reclined back, eating his breakfast.

  She ignored him and plucked up her phone. She had numerous messages. She quickly flipped through them, sipping her coffee, nibbling on her toast. Random ones from friends, a few distressed ones from Mel. She replied to those, her phone becoming a constant buzz. She grunted and turned the volume down. She rolled her eyes at the vibrations when it went off in her hand.

  Rick crossed behind her. Her eyes closed and she inhaled his scent. God the man smelled good. She bet he even smelled good when he sweated. Oh yeah he did, she knew. She worked with him for a few weeks. He came back and leaned over her, mouth hovering near her ear. His breath fanned her throat and she found herself tilting her head and offering him her neck. Oh God, horny girl in heat and offering him her neck like he was some vampire who was going to devour her.

  Rick smiled. “Going to shower… Want to join me or is that something you can’t handle?”

  Kyla’s eyes widened. Her head whipped around. He wanted to shower with her? See her completely naked. Was she allowed to touch him? Oh God!

  Rick brushed his knuckles over her heated skin. “I’m not asking you to have sex, Kyla. It’s a shower. You know soap, water, washing.”

  Kyla nodded.

  Rick grinned. “Hurry up then,” he urged, glancing at her food.

  Kyla followed his gaze. She had barely eaten anything. She was so busy messaging she forgot about the food.

  Rick pecked her on the temple. “You have twenty minutes,” he replied, straightening out, tossing his shirt off, and dropping it into a closet on the way down the hall. He turned into the third door down the hall and soon she could hear what sounded like a treadmill. He was taking a run? Didn’t he know he would get a cramp after running so soon after eating? She turned her attention back to the food. Shit, she was going to shower with him!

  Kyla looked around his room, the place scared her. She had to admit that. She crossed to the bench that had clothes hanging off of it. Why in the hell did he have a saw horse—was that what it was?—in his room? She picked up the clothes and tossed them in the hamper, looking over the thing. It wasn’t a saw horse, she decided.

  Rick watched her assess the spanking bench. Waited for her to find the binds, perhaps touch them. Would she actually set herself on it and see what it was about?

  Kyla plucked up the heavy, thick leather strap, grunting when it wouldn’t move away from the contraption. She furrowed her brows. “What in the fuck is this thing?” She stepped back, taking a better look at it. The big leather buckles on each side of the horse on the legs. “Did you build this?”

  Rick smiled. “No, Sam did,” he shared, stepping closer. “Come I’ll show you.”

  Kyla stepped next to him.

  Rick chuckled. “In front of me, Kyla,” he ordered.

  Kyla frowned. “I’m watching,” she pointed out.

  He smirked. “I need a volunteer.” He took her by the hand. “Lean over,” he ordered.

  Kyla leaned over the thing, her eyes widening. “Oh God,” she whispered.

  Rick chuckled. “Here, just hold the bars here and here,” he ordered.

  Kyla did as she was told. The buckles on the opposite side were where her wrists were. She licked her lips, looking back up at him. She tried to but she couldn’t move unless she let go of the bars.

  He shifted her legs apart and she released a gasp.

  Her legs were spread and she was sure he could see her bare backside. Thongs didn’t cover that much. “Well fuck that is just humiliating,” she retorted, trying to get back up.

  Rick held a hand on her lower back. “What’s so humiliating about it?” he asked.

  Kyla blushed. “I don’t know? My ass up in the air!” she muttered sarcastically.

  Rick grinned, flipping up her T-shirt. “Yes, it is,” he replied, eyeing her cute little ass. His eyebrow rose and he touched the cute little mole on the inner side of her ass crack. “Cute,” he whispered.

  Kyla’s ass cheeks clenched and he chuckled. “Too soon for a beginner,” he replied softly, dragging his finger down the back of her thigh. He had released her and her hands gripped the bars rather tightly. Maybe she didn’t want up just yet. “Any of your little boyfriends ever pin you down, Kyla?” he asked softly, crouching behind her so she could see him from between her legs.

  “Ah no, wouldn’t that be like rape?”

  Rick furrowed his brows. Lila had never said anything about Kyla being messed around with. Why would she have that thought? “Someone hurt you, Kyla?” he asked, concern heavy in his voice.

  Kyla raised her brows. “Yeah the dude from yesterday… I think I have a bruise on my ass? You’re back there, let me know.”

  Rick’s eyes darted up. His hand caressed her ass and a gasp escaped her and her body stiffened. He grinned. Her thong was already wet. “No bruises on the ass. If anything your ego is the only thing bruised.”

  Kyla snorted, glancing at her knees. “My knees are scraped up, my hands…my jaw. You know I think I’ll tell Ty about that shitbag and ask him to beat him up for me. He’s been itching to beat the crap out of someone lately.”

  Rick tilted his head. “You can get up,” he murmured.

  Kyla grunted and shifted till she stood. “Your girlfriends are wacked out.”

  Rick grinned. “I don’t have girlfriends, sugar. I have lovers,” he replied, crossing the room to his bathroom.

  Kyla stared at his back as he went. No girlfriends but lovers. Did that mean he had a pile of women he could just call and get some action from whenever he wanted? Her heart slumped. The thought of him touching someone else bothered her. Bothered her and made her angry.

  She followed him and peeked into the bathroom. She whistled. “Okay you aren’t a complete pig.” The place was still as immaculate as it had been when she cleaned it.

  Rick chuckled. “No I have issues with clean bathrooms,” he shared while turning the shower on. He brought out two towels and looked her over. Kyla backed up. Rick smiled. “Not going to bite…kay maybe a little.”

  That made her heart jump into her throat. He crossed to her and before she knew it he knelt in front of her, her thong in his hand and her completely naked. He stood. “Go on,” he urged.

  She rounded him and dashed into the shower. She couldn’t believe he had just undressed her! Oh God what was she doing?

  Rick stepped in, turned on another set of jets, and the water poured over him as well as her. He turned her around
and pushed her back till the water poured over the back of her head. “Relax, Kyla,” he whispered.

  She inhaled a shaky breath. Her mouth opened in an “O” at the feel of his penis. That had to be his penis poking her belly. She looked at the roof and he chuckled.

  “You’re confusing me, Kyla,” he admitted, rinsing her hair thoroughly, grabbing the shampoo and working it into her thick hair.

  “What?”

  He smiled. “You’re twenty-one now?” he asked.

  She nodded and frowned.

  “How many boyfriends have you had?” he asked. He was sure he would shock her if he just straight out asked how many times she fucked in her life.

  Kyla frowned shaking her head. “None,” she mumbled, insulted he would even ask that.

  Rick smiled, holding her head back, rinsing the suds out. “But you’ve been intimate with boys?”

  Kyla blushed. That was none of his business!

  Rick waited.

  “Yeah,” she answered. Okay, a little lie. What would that hurt? He didn’t need to know she had never found anyone she felt worth sharing her body with…except him. She had kissed and necked and touched. Well if feeling through clothes counted.

  Rick massaged her scalp and added the conditioner in. He grabbed the soap and started on her shoulders. “Arms up, sugar,” he ordered.

  She lifted her arm. She should have shaved. Crap she needed to make an appointment for her girly stuff.

  Rick smiled. She was embarrassed. “Getting a little lax on your grooming skills, sugar,” he teased.

  Kyla shook her head in embarrassment. “I’ve been busy,” she grumbled.

  Rick lowered, running his soapy hands over her taut tummy, grinning at the belly button ring. He glanced back at her. No ear piercing, just this little secret. His hands slid over her narrow hips, down her legs, back up the inside. “Spread your legs.”

  Kyla swallowed. Was he seriously going to wash her there? She looked down at him and he waited. She spread.

  He leaned forward, eyes on her, and kissed the dark bush of hair at the junction of her thighs.