Page 51 of Tempt

“Ky,” I whisper her name, more like beg. “Come ‘ere.”

She shakes her head, leaning in to take me into her mouth once more.

“Baby, please,” I am hanging on the edge, her mouth feels too damn good. Those eyes, that tongue, “Let me take you to bed.”

Instead of responding to me practically begging her, she picks up speed and uses her hand on me, I’m sure to intensify the torture.

“Damn,” I groan, reaching out to grip her blonde hair. I don’t want to lose control, I can’t. “I’m trying to hold on, but,” I fight the urge to thrust my hips.

“Don’t,” she whispers, the vibration of her words making my toes curl in my shoes. “Let go,” she coaxes, adding more suction.

“Don’t want to,” I say, moving my hips back instead of forward. With hurried movements I reach out, grip her arms and pull her upright. “Not, unless I’m inside of you.”

She gasps when I lift her up and start toward my room. Kicking open my door, I toss her onto the bed and quickly start chucking my clothes and shoes.

I notice her hurrying to do the same and when I am completely naked I look toward the bed to find her waiting. Legs wide, arms above her head, and fuck me, I don’t think I have ever in my life been more turned on.

Climbing onto the bed, I grip myself, and guide my erection inside her, pushing forward, making her moan. Lifting one hand above her head, I grab hers and hold them in place. Her back arches as I push in deep and watch the reaction in triggers.

This woman is my weakness, control when it comes to her is not an option. I’m out of my mind, hanging on a cliff, move out of my way, insane.

“This what you wanted?”

“Yes,” she pants, “oh God yes!”

I watch in awe as she falls, and screams out my name. Within seconds I follow and together we fade into the blissful post orgasmic state.

CHAPTERTHIRTY

Kyra

I’m not evensure what time it is, I just know that it’s early. I have a built-in alarm clock, one that has me up before the rooster, from years of working at Sugarland. I wish I could say that is what has me up now, but I’d be lying to myself.

I’ve been up for hours, lying beside Garrett as he sleeps soundly.

My mind has been racing, my nerves on edge and the tension in my body has my shoulders and neck aching. I want to go back to yesterday, prior to the point that I found my mother sleeping in front of the bakery. I want to go back to before she thought her showing up now, after all these years was a good idea.

I have a great guy, one that looks at me like I’m all he’ll ever need. I have a guy that makes me laugh and feel like maybe I could have a life like Grace and even Gretchen. I am finally fitting in, no longer considering myself an outcast, too timid to involve myself, and then here she comes. Rolling into Brooklet bringing back with her a pile of insecurities I thought I was finally past.

I’m the girl that didn’t know who her father was, and the one that had a mother that I was ashamed to call mom.

I feel Garrett reach out for me, his fingers skimming over my arm, before relaxing once more when he finds I am there.

I hold my breath, hoping he remains asleep. The fear of him asking questions I’m not prepared to answer settles in my stomach. A nauseous feeling hits me and then comes the panic.

I don’t want to talk about her, I never want to go there again.

As a child I saw things and heard things a child never should. Things I hadn’t even told Gran I’d witnessed. I know if I did tell, Gran may not be so welcoming to Rose.

The longer I lay there, the smaller the room feels.

My heart begins to race and the fight or flight kicks in as I slide from the bed, careful not to make too much noise.

Moving around the room I gather my clothes and slip out of the room.

Looking back over my shoulder I get dressed and find my car keys in my pocket. I know when he wakes, he will think I went in to meet Gran, but that is the last place I want to be right now.

I can’t go home.

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