I run my hands over his chest and shoulders, my need for him growing with every second. His hands drop to my hips and ass, pulling me against him. His cock sits between us, hard as steel. My legs tremble as arousal takes hold of me, and my body comes alive from his touch.
“I need you so badly,” Kyle murmurs in between kisses.
“I’m here.”
He cups my breasts and teases my nipples with his fingers, pinching and palming them. I can feel his need for me, and knowing what he needs, I turn around and place my hands flat on the wall, inviting him to take me.
Kyle grips my hips and pulls me back toward him, and the next thing I feel is his tongue teasing my clit. It’s so unexpected and erotic that I start to orgasm a few seconds later.
“Spread your legs, sweetheart,” he growls.
I moan as he rubs the head of his cock up and down my slit, teasing my clit and making me beg for it. I want him inside me with a powerful need that frightens me.
“Please, Kyle.”
He grunts in reply, but he does as I ask and pushes his cock in, inch by inch. I close my eyes as my walls give in to the pressure, and his cock goes in deeper and deeper. He moves in and out in slow, languid movements. My frustration grows as I try to urge him to move faster with my hips.
“Faster,” I finally say.
He chuckles in response. “You’re a tiger in bed, but no one can tell by looking at you.”
“Call me whatever you want, but do as I say.” My words come out in a pant.
He inhales sharply and grips my hips tighter. He thrusts into me hard and fast, and I cry out every time he buries his cock to the hilt and hits a sensitive spot.
“Oh God, yes,” I cry out.
“You’re so sweet and tight,” Kyle says, his voice rugged.
He keeps up the pace, pounding me deeper and faster. The music in me grows louder and faster. I’m so close. I feel his hand on my clit, rubbing it, and that’s the last straw for me.
My orgasm is loud and explosive. I scream Kyle’s name as it tears through my body. I shake and tremble, and my pussy clenches around Kyle’s cock.
He lets out a series of grunts, and his thrusts become quick jabs.
“Fuck, Grace,” he growls before he comes, flooding me with his release. He pumps through it, and then he comes to a complete stop. He waits for a few seconds and then withdraws his cock and turns me around to face him.
I throw my hands around his neck, and he holds me tight.
“Thank you. I needed that. I needed you,” he whispers into my ear.
“I needed you too,” I say.
We move into the shower spray and wash each other, getting rid of the day’s grime. Then, wrapped in large white towels, we leave the bathroom.
Chapter 36
Kyle
There’s a stir in the church, and my mother, who is seated next to me, stands up. I turn and see him just as he’s making his way to my mother’s side. Adrian Martin. The first thing I notice is how big he is, and the second thing I notice is how much I looked like him before my accident.
He kisses her cheek, shakes my hand as well, and sits down next to my mother. My heart pounds hard in my chest. It all happened so fast and only when he’s seated do I question his presence in my father’s funeral. I know he and my mother were friends, but that was more than thirty years ago. Did she tell him about me? I feel a headache coming on. Grace takes my hand in hers. I resist the urge to turn and look at him.
I keep my gaze focused on the person doing the reading, who happens to be my father’s nephew – a cousin I’ve never met. I’d met very few family members from my father’s side. It was as if he wanted to keep his new family separate from his old one. I knew he had a brother and a sister, but we rarely saw them. My mother had been born an only child, and her parents died when she was in her twenties.
After the service, we make our way to the cemetery accompanied by a throng of paparazzi. The police do their best to keep them at a distance.
The wake is being held at my mother’s house, and Ethan drives Grace and me there after the funeral. My mother is in Adrian Martin’s car, and now I’m convinced he knows something; otherwise, it doesn’t make sense why he would attend the funeral and then the wake. It’s all too much for a man that he did not know.