Then she leaned over and kissed me. “We’re not done yet, Mr. Webber,” she murmured, straddling me again, her hot pussy pressed against my cock. I felt myself harden again. It took me no time to be ready for her. My body always wanted her.
I gripped her hips and eased inside her, filling her completely. “God, I love feeling you inside me,” she moaned, gliding up and down my dick.
They weren’t quite the words I wanted to hear from her. But they’d have to be enough.
For now.
Chapter 16
Whitney
“I can pick up Katie and meet you at the carnival after you get off work.” I patted Kyle’s cheek. “I’ll even treat you to a corn dog if you’re a good boy.”
We were engaged in our usual morning routine of breakfast and coffee all together before our day started. I should have been unnerved by how quickly we had fallen into this easy normalcy, but I wasn’t.
Kyle grabbed my hand before I could turn away and kissed my palm. He hadn’t shaved that morning, so his whiskers were scratchy against my skin. I liked it when he let his facial hair grow. I liked the way it felt between my thighs.
I started to flush, forcing myself not to think about Kyle’s tongue and what it had been doing to me only an hour ago.
“Only if I can buy you an ice cream cone,” he countered, his eyes flashing.
I loved how kind he was. How he was always putting others before himself. I loved watching him feed his daughter and laugh with her. I loved how he included me in all the intimate moments of his life.
The truth was I loved him. Deeply. Truly. Totally.
It wasn’t as if it snuck up on me slowly or slammed into me all at once. It had been there all along. Waiting for me to acknowledge it.
Kyle told me he loved me. I had known it. I had always known it. I had known it eight years ago when he came to see me in Los Angeles, and I knew it now.
So why didn’t I just tell him? Why didn’t I put it out there? Tell him I wanted this family with him? Because there was that part of me that still didn’t think I deserved it. That I would ruin everything. That maybe this wasn’t meant to be. I was my own worst enemy. My worst critic. I hoped one day that would change.
That day wasn’t today.
“I saw them putting up the rides yesterday. Looks like they’ve gone all out this year,” I said, handing Katie her sippy cup.
“Yeah, they doubled the budget—”
My phone buzzed from where it sat on the table. Kyle picked it up before I could reach it, his eyes skimming over the message on the screen.
“Excuse me, Mr. Nosy.” I laughed, holding out my hand.
But Kyle didn’t smile. He dropped my phone in my hand. “Whose Rog?” he asked a chilly note to his voice.
“What?” I looked at the message that had come in and wanted to slap my forehead.
Hey babe, leaving tonight. I hope I’ll hear you’re joining me. Don’t be stupid. Rog
“Where are you supposed to be going? And why is this guy calling you ‘babe?’” Kyle’s eyes were flinty.
Okay, I get why the message looked bad. But couldn’t he ask me about it before jumping to conclusions? I thought we were past that.
But why should he trust me? I’ve bailed on him before.
Shut up, brain!
“Roger Heiden is a friend of mine. A director. That’s all,” I explained, stubbornly not wanting to go into it, annoyed that Kyle was acting as though he didn't trust me.
“Another director? How many have there been?” Kyle scoffed, and I stiffened. The look on my face must have been bad because he paled. “I shouldn’t have said that, Whit. That was messed up. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it—”
“Yes, you did. Don’t lie.” I screwed the top on my travel mug and grabbed my keys, stooping to kiss Katie’s curls before walking toward the front door.
Kyle chased after me, grabbing hold of my arm. Not hard—just enough to stop me from moving. “Can you tell me what he was talking about? Where does he want you to go?” His eyes begged me to wait. To make him understand.
“It’s nothing. It doesn’t matter. I have to get to work.” I wasn’t being fair. I owed him an explanation. Reassurance. With everything going on, he shouldn’t have to worry about me.
But his distrust hurt. And when I was hurt, I shut down. I retreated into myself. Gavin Wiseley had taught me well.
Fuck Gavin.
I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck and pulled him close. “Nothing could tear me away from you. From Katie. Roger is an old friend that offered me a job. I turned it down already. He just likes to be annoying.” I kissed him, closing my eyes, breathing him in.