Kyle’s Bargain (5 page)

She’d read about this kind of passion, this desperate
wanting and needing, but she’d never experienced it before. Not even with
David. Odd that it took a man who had irritated and infuriated her to rouse it.
A man who gave her what she’d wanted almost forever, though she barely realized
it.

They each worked buttons for a moment until their shirts
hung open and they shrugged out of them, letting the garments drop to the
floor. Meg stared at the mouth-watering expanse of masculine chest revealed and
reached up to rub over the strong pectoral muscles. A smattering of dark hair
roughened the skin there.

She dug her fingers into it while Kyle wrestled with the
clasp on her bra. After a moment he got it loose and she shook the undergarment
off. His gasp of appreciation as he cupped her breasts drove her to kiss him
again in thanks. Since she’d never redone the zipper and button of her pants,
she had only to give them a nudge and they slid down her hips. She stepped out
of them and her shoes at the same time.

He tipped her back onto the bed and Meg sank into the deeply
cushioned mattress, floating amidst decadent satin sheets and silk-covered
pillows. “You keep this boudoir ready for all your lovers?” she asked, running
a finger down his chest and across his flat belly to the waist of his trousers.

“It’s just the guest room. Rita picked out the furnishings.
I didn’t see any need to change them.”

She reached for the button of his pants, but he swept her
hand aside and undid them himself. In a smooth, rapid series of motions he got
rid of shoes, socks and pants. He had to lift the briefs over the bulge of his
cock, allowing it to spring loose, aiming toward her, when he slid them down
his legs and off.

Meg sucked in a breath. He said
she
was beautiful?
Kyle Harrison practically defined what a man
should
look like with his
long, lean build, broad shoulders, narrow waist and solid but not bulging
muscles. His cock was gorgeous too, jutting proudly from his body, long and
thick, weeping a bead of pre-cum to proclaim his readiness.

She wrapped her hand around the hard shaft, eager to explore
that most masculine part of him. Aside from a few ridges and veins, the surface
was silky-smooth and warm. A fine quiver ran through it as she moved her
fingers upward toward the rounded bulge at its head.

“Oh my g—” He choked on the words. His face screwed up into
a tense mask that could have looked like pain. “Meg—” A breath heaved in and
out. “I wanted to do it slow the first time, give you time to… But it’s been so
long, I don’t think I can.”

With her other hand she reached for his wrist and pulled him
down onto the bed. Fortunately he caught himself before he toppled right on top
of her and crushed her, but he still ended up with his chest pressed into hers
and his cock probing at the slit between her legs. She stared up into his face.
He looked so appealing with the dark hair flopping down onto his forehead, the
blue eyes glinting with silver lights. And the way he gazed at her… As though
he actually were concerned about her, as though he cared about her.

“There’s time to do slow too,” she reminded him. “Later.”
Meg wrapped her arms around his chest and drew him closer.

“Wait.” He pushed himself up far enough to reach the
nightstand, pull open a drawer and fumble a packet out of it.

“Interesting service for guests,” she said as he tore open
the packet and put on the condom.

His mouth twitched in a grin, showing the gorgeous creases
that bracketed his mouth. “Only very special guests. And congratulations,
you’re the very first beneficiary of it.”

“Let’s christen it appropriately then.”

He pushed a strand of hair off her face and stroked her
cheek tenderly before he used a knee to nudge her legs apart. “I’m sorry if…”

Meg put her hands on his cheeks. “Do it. Please.”

It had been a while since her last lover. He probed and
found the opening, but he had to push hard to work his way in. It burned for a
few minutes as she stretched to accommodate him.

“Good lord, you’re tight,” he muttered. “And hot. And—oh!”
He smoothed past some last barrier and slid all the way into her. “Sweet.” The
last word came out stretched and breathless. “Meg.” That was more of a sigh.

He began pumping, driving in then pulling out, watching her
face the whole time. It took only a few of those before he was ramming into her
harder and faster, ratcheting up his rhythm to a furious pace. Heat rose inside
her and a jolt charged through her when he touched a place deep inside that
zinged her with a rush of pleasure.

The drive to completion rode him hard. His ferocious pumping
reawakened the raw heat of earlier and added to it, but she couldn’t keep pace
with his breakneck rush. Within minutes he reached a pinnacle, where he froze
for a moment and then rammed hard and deep, letting out a long groaning sigh as
he climaxed. One or two more pumps and he collapsed over her, letting his chest
sink down onto her, weight still held mostly on his own arms. He buried his
face in the crook of her neck while his breath heaved in and out on harsh
pants.

A flash of possessive tenderness washed over Meg. She liked
feeling his joy in sex with her, being part of making that happen for him. Once
or twice she’d wondered if his apparent coldness didn’t spring from sadness and
a deep-rooted pain. Usually she dismissed it as unlikely. Now she considered it
more likely than not.

Long, peaceful minutes passed as his breathing softened to a
more normal rhythm. She hated to release him when he lifted himself up on his
elbows.

“Wait here a minute.” He leaned down to kiss her again
before he rolled over and got off the bed. He disappeared into an adjoining
room, a bathroom she presumed since she heard water running. Moments after it
stopped, he reappeared, holding a washcloth and towel.

Sitting on the side of the bed, he gently parted her legs
and washed the tops of her thighs and around her pussy with the warm, damp
cloth. A jolt of pleasure shot through her when he ran the fabric over the most
sensitive area. The banked heat roused. Meg moaned and spread her legs more,
inviting further exploration.

His grin showed a dimple and some devilish lights in his
brilliant eyes. Kyle tossed the cloth aside, paying no attention to where it
landed, and settled himself on the bed so he could reach most of her body
easily. He put a gentle hand on her cheek then brushed his palm down along her
throat and moved lower until it reached her chest.

Meg sucked in a sharp breath when he circled her breast then
ran a finger over the nipple. A charge like a surge of electricity zipped
through her, making her skin tingle and her pussy tighten. Her groan turned
into a squeal when his mouth came down on the other nipple and lips closed
around it.

The sparks zapping her turned into a series of explosions.
Sensation tore through her so deep and thrilling she had to wriggle and pant to
bear it. She had no idea her body could process the things his lips wrung from
her breast as he licked and sucked. He leaned over to give the other nipple the
same attention.

Fire gathered in her core, spreading its heat all over her.
Her pussy clenched and throbbed and began to weep for more, for completion.

He released her nipple and began to kiss his way down her
chest and abdomen. He shifted, sliding down on the bed until his mouth was
right above her pussy. She looked at him, startled. “You’re going to kiss
me—there?”

“You’ve never been sucked there?”

“No.”

“How many lovers have you had?”

“Not many. Not much time.”

“And an unimaginative lot they must have been. Have you had
an orgasm before?”

“Yes, of course. At least, I think so.”

He laughed and the breath he exhaled whispered across her
pussy, making her shiver. “Debatable whether it counts if you’re not sure about
it,” he said. “But after tonight you’ll have no doubt.”

“I like a man who’s confident.”

“Confident of you. I’ve felt the way you respond. Let’s see
how you react to this.” His head dipped, disappeared between her legs except
for the thick dark hair. Gentle fingers stroked her labia, sending curls of
heat spiraling through her core. But when he parted them and his tongue touched
the soft inner tissue, it ignited shocks of pleasure so strong and stunning,
she screamed.

“That’s the kind of reaction I like to provoke,” he said
before he returned to the job of setting her ablaze with his tongue.

“Oh dear heaven,” Meg murmured, digging her fingers into the
sheets and holding on. His tongue found her clit and began stroking it,
circling and brushing over. Crazy bursts of lightning-hued pleasure jolted her
repeatedly. It drove her wild with unbearable pleasure and a need that drew her
muscles tight. It felt like a river of something crazy strong threatened to
break loose and overwhelm her at any moment. And she wanted it, could scarcely
bear waiting for it.

He teased the hard bud of her clit for a while, making the
barely contained torrent rage and pound at the barrier holding it. When he
closed his lips over it and sucked it into his mouth, the flood finally broke
loose. It tore her awareness away from her body, the time, the place, the
setting, everything, jolting and tossing her on its surge then floated her on a
tide of precious peace.

Kyle reached over to grab another condom from the drawer,
slipped it on and got between her legs again. In one smooth motion he entered
her, much more easily this time. He took it slower too, moving in and out
deliberately, but each time his cock touched a certain place deep within, the
waves of pleasure surged anew.

Meg thought she’d reached completion before, but his slow
pistoning roused a deeper, different hunger, a longing that rejoiced and grew
with each plunge. The pressure of need grabbed her, but when she tried to urge
him to move faster, he just gave her that lethally gorgeous grin and slowed
down.

She wanted to strangle him. She wanted to hold on to him and
never let go, to be part of him and to make him part of her. Mostly she wanted
him to stop teasing her and drive her to the fulfillment of the pressure making
her half crazy.

Thrills jolted through her each time he moved in and pressed
his cock home all the way inside. She wanted more and harder and faster while
he slid slow and easy, sometimes moving side to side or going only halfway in
and stopping. Finally, when she didn’t think she could take much more, his
rhythm quickened and he plunged deeper. His muscles bunched and hardened as he
neared orgasm himself. Meg held him, squeezing, folding herself around him.

His breath came in heaving pants and a bead of sweat formed
on his temple. She urged him on as he rammed faster and harder. The molten
pressure inside her expanded until she knew she couldn’t bear it. Then he
pulled out, froze for a moment, and rammed home as far in as he could go,
letting out a long groan as he came. It released the volcano inside her,
letting it erupt in jolting spasms. The release went on for a long time with
aftershocks that jolted her repeatedly.

She had just enough grip on the present to know when he
moved, stretching out alongside her and pulling her into his arms. As the
orgasm wore down and a sense of peaceful completion replaced the spasms, she
settled against him. Sated, content, awakened to a new and stunning experience.
With her head resting on Kyle’s chest, she wondered if she could just stay
there forever. Heaven would feel like this.

It couldn’t last. The more pessimistic side of her nature
reminded her she wasn’t the kind of woman men wanted for a long-term
relationship. Too much other stuff came along with her.

Meg didn’t realize she’d dozed off until she woke some time
later. When she stirred, Kyle moved as well. Turning her head to glance up at
him, she found a surprisingly tender smile on his face.

“Midnight snack time?” he asked.

“Is it midnight?”

“Just about.”

“What’ve you got?”

“Not sure. Let’s go raid the refrigerator.” He eased himself
out from under her and rolled off the side of the bed.

“You got any clothes I can borrow?” she asked.

Meg looked adorable standing with her hip against the
kitchen counter, wearing his 5-K run t-shirt and a pair of his striped boxers.
She’d tried to finger comb her rumpled light-brown hair but it still hung in
disorderly waves around her face. The fluorescent light picked out a few
streaks of blonde running through it. Whatever makeup she’d worn earlier was
long gone, but the lovemaking had put high color in her face.

It was all he could do to resist going over and kissing her
again, especially when he had to pass her to get to the cabinet for plates. The
faint trace of floral scent she wore mingled with the aroma of their
lovemaking. His cock stirred, standing up as it took notice. Damn, the woman
turned him into a walking erection.

It got worse as they sipped fruit juice and ate crackers
with cheese. When Meg grinned at him over the rim of her glass, everything
inside him got hotter and tighter. He wanted his hands on her again, his cock
inside her. He wanted to make her his, to bind her to him and hold on to her.

Whoa! Halt. Where did that come from?

He’d bedded his share of women and enjoyed the heck out of
it too, but since Rita he’d limited himself to looking for a few hours of
amusement and fun. In the last few months he’d mostly found that with his
friends Rick and Lindy. Their generous sharing, their friendship and their
encouragement had helped him begin to feel comfortable dating again. They kept
telling him he’d eventually find someone else. Someone who could fill the part
of his soul that had been empty since long before Rita’s death. Someone who’d
be compatible with his sexual inclinations and with whom he could build a life,
a family, a world.

When he’d been younger, he’d thought the most important
thing was to find a woman who’d share his sexual tastes and be decorative
enough for him to enjoy and to make him look good. He knew better now. It still
mattered that any woman he considered for a long-term relationship accept his
mastery. And shallow though it might be, looks were a factor. But even more
than that, he needed someone he could talk to, share with, depend on and have a
family with.

Yesterday he’d have called himself crazy to even think of
Meg Travis in that role. He’d regarded her as a crank, a pain in the ass and a
nutjob with a bad case of tunnel vision. What a difference twenty-four hours
could make. He’d seen another side of Meg in that time, the love and
desperation that made her act with such reckless perseverance. And he saw the
integrity that recognized when she’d gone too far and accepted the
consequences.

“You’ve gone quiet,” she said while biting a small, neat
corner off a cheddar-topped cracker.

Kyle shrugged. “I was thinking.”

Amusement set mischievous glints dancing in her hazel eyes.
“Should I be worried?”

“Probably. You put wicked thoughts in my mind. But actually
it occurred to me I need to show you a bit about massage. Might work best if I
were to demonstrate some of the basic techniques on you and then you could try
them on me.”

“I get a massage out of it too? Cool.”

“Just training. The agreement was that you massage me.”

Damn the woman, she licked her bottom lip, ostensibly to
snag the tiny bit of cheese clinging there, but the way she held his gaze as
she did it told him she knew what it would do to him.

And it did. Blood rushed to his groin.

She gave him a wry grin. “Don’t worry, I plan to honor the
agreement. I don’t remember any clause saying I couldn’t enjoy it, though.”

“It was supposed to be a penalty,” he reminded her.

“Oh right. Okay, I won’t enjoy it.”

“Liar.”

“Just trying to follow instructions.”

“Yeah right. You had enough?” She’d finished the last
cracker on the plate.

She nodded and stood.

As he walked past her to lead the way out of the kitchen,
the floral aroma hit him again. He finally placed it. Honeysuckle. He’d smelled
that same fragrance on summer nights in his grandmother’s backyard when he was
a boy.

Meg’s tousled hair reflected the light from the overhead
fixture. He stopped abruptly, caught by an irresistible urge to run his fingers
through it. When she bumped into him, he caught her and pulled her to him.

The feel of her breasts crushed against his chest stirred
his hormones into frenzy. His cock hardened even more. No doubt she could feel
it against her. Maybe that’s what made her suck in another hard breath. She
didn’t move back or try to escape, though a fine trembling skittered through
her. Her head lifted so she could meet his eyes.

In her expression he saw doubt, worry and a hint of fear,
balanced with a big dose of determination and a dollop of appreciation laced
with more than a pinch of desire. It leaked past his defenses and almost
touched the hollow spot in his chest his heart had occupied before Rita’s
betrayals had frozen and shriveled it. Almost.

No. This was just lust, pure and simple. It had been so long
since he’d last had sex with someone as special as Meg.

He dipped his head and brushed his lips lightly across hers.
They felt soft as rose petals and tasted sweet as cotton candy. At first she
stood completely still, but when he swiped across her mouth again, her lips
moved slightly, pushing forward to meet his caress.

A shaft of heat lanced through him, sending even more blood
rushing to his groin. He brushed his tongue across her lower lip then the
upper, making a slow, gentle circuit that roused his heart to beat faster and
caused his chest tighten. For a few moments she didn’t react any more, staying
still, not resisting but not answering either. He nipped carefully at her lower
lip then swiped over the area.

Meg started to pull back then stopped and leaned into him
again. A small sigh leaked out as she parted her lips. That invitation was too
sweet to resist. He pushed into her mouth, stroking the hot depths and twining
his tongue with hers. She tasted of coffee and mint and woman.

Her body went rigid for a moment then softened against him.
Her arms went around his waist, urging him closer. Heat poured through him in
waves. His balls tightened to the point of aching. His cock sought to get
closer, to find the hot, slick shelter inside her. It had been so long. Way too
long.

He had to rein it in, though. Slow it down. He broke away
from the kiss gently, pulled back and nodded toward the guest room. Meg grinned
and the expression sent a shaft of warmth curling deep inside him. He couldn’t
remember that ever happening with Rita. Hell.

“Off with the clothes,” he told her when they got back to
the bedroom. Watching her slide his t-shirt over her head made him so hard the
jeans became painfully tight. Her breasts weren’t large, but they were
perfectly shaped with the sweetest pink nipples. He wanted to get his hands and
mouth on them. Again. Now.

And then she slid his boxers down her legs and features down
lower distracted him. “On the bed,” he ordered. “Facedown.” If she didn’t do it
quickly, he’d grab her and take her again and the hell with massages.

But lying down gave him a glorious view of her beautiful ass
and that was just as distracting as her breasts and pussy.
Down boy
, he
told his cock, which had just one thought.
Take her. Now
. His brain
tried to regain control.
Don’t look at her rear end. Shoulders only, for now
.

“Start around the neck area,” he said, putting his palms on
the joint where her neck met her shoulders. God, but her skin felt good. Warm,
sleek and soft. “Most people are pretty tight here, so rub in circles, pushing
the tips of your fingers into the muscle to help release it.” He suited the
action to the description, pressing his hands down around the base of her neck
and along her shoulders.

As he worked down her back, he continued the instructions on
how to press and knead and stroke. When he ran his hands down either side of
her spine, stroking out to the side, she twitched and let out a long, satisfied
sigh. “That feels fabulous,” she murmured.

“Don’t get too relaxed,” he warmed. “You’re going to be
returning the favor shortly.”

“I’m looking forward to it.” She said it with so much
conviction it pierced him like a dagger.

“Me too.” He worked his way down her back to her buttocks
but skipped over them to go to her thighs. Even that was risky. He noted in
passing that the skin of her bottom was smooth and creamy again, showing no
sign of the spanking earlier. It really had been a pretty light dose of
punishment. How would she react to harder versions?

That thought brought up a host of other issues. What would
she think when he told her about his play sessions at the club? Or that he
sometimes shared his best friend’s fiancée? Did he even have to tell her?

Yeah, he did if he wanted to continue seeing her. And he was
pretty sure he would want to see more of her. He’d have to tell her.
Eventually. Even more than that. He’d like to invite her to join them.

Would she be appalled? Hell, she might be horrified by the
whole dungeon scene and the games of mastery they played. He hoped not. He’d
like to introduce her to Rick and Lindy. He’d love to see her submitting to
both him and Rick. But if the whole idea turned her off?

Her moans were turning from just relaxation to arousal,
which meant he’d better stop. For the fun of it, he smacked her bottom before
he said, “Time to switch places.”

She turned her head toward him. “What if I don’t feel like
it?”

“I might just have to spank you again.”

“Ooh, that’s tempting.” Her lips curved in a wicked grin.
“But I did agree to the massage.” She sighed, rolled over and sat up. “Your
turn to strip, baby.”

He lowered the zipper on his jeans carefully before pushing
them down and off. He watched her as he stepped out. Her gaze went straight to
his erection and stayed there. When she licked her lips and swallowed hard, he
almost came on the spot. Instead he dove facedown onto the bed, hoping he could
hold it in a while longer.

She laid her hands on his shoulders, right around his neck,
and began rubbing. “Harder,” he suggested. “Push harder and dig your fingers
into the muscle.”

The pressure on his shoulders increased. Her circular
motions got stronger. Kyle hadn’t realized how tense he still was, even after
the great sex of earlier, until she began loosening those muscles with her
efforts. It felt incredible.

After a while, she ran her hands down his spine and stroked
his buttocks a few times. Relaxation ended abruptly when she brushed down his
lower spine, continuing until she approached his balls. She skipped over them
to get to his thighs, but that was nearly as bad. It felt wonderful having her
knead the heavy muscles there. Too good. And too close to ground zero.

He tolerated it as long as he could hold out before he
rolled over abruptly and pulled her down on top of him.

She laughed and straddled him, crushing his cock under her
cunt. God help him. “Oh good. I get to be on top this time.”

Hell, why not?

She moved her hips backward and forward, stroking him with
her pussy lips. Lightning exploded inside, sending flashes all over him. Her smile
widened when he groaned. Nothing had ever felt so good. He wished it could
last, but he also wanted to be inside her, driving upward, pumping into her
until…

She shifted again, positioning herself with the head of his
cock just at the opening. When he tried to lunge upward into her, she drew
back, teasing him with the nearness. “Woman,” he growled, “you’re asking for
that spanking.”

“You’ve already promised me a few more. Might as well earn
them.” But after a couple more times pulling back, she finally let him thrust
up and in and bury himself in her slick, hot depths. It felt like heaven and
home and victory and just sheer, raw pleasure. He put his hands on her hips to
help her and keep her in rhythm as she pushed up from her knees and came back
down on him. He couldn’t stand it long, had to go faster, drive harder, sink
deeper until he hovered for a blazing moment on the brink of some precipice.
She went with him, tensing all over, her pussy clenching tight on his cock. A
few more pumps and he dove over the cliff, rushing headlong into the climax as
his seed shot out of him and the spasms of her release milked every last drop.

Meg leaned forward and rested her head on his chest. Breath
heaved in and out so harshly it sounded like sobs. He reached down and lifted
her face to look at her. No tears, just a flush and a wild, crazy grin. Her
chest rose and fell in slowing rhythm. He put hands under her arms and dragged
her upward, off his softening cock, until he could kiss her mouth thoroughly.

Rita had never showed such frank, free, open enjoyment of
sex. There had been a sort of charm in her serious approach, at least
initially, but after a while he got the impression it was nothing but business
to his wife.

Maybe that would happen with Meg too if the relationship
lasted beyond their agreed time, but her joy in sex seemed more rooted in her
personality.

He nipped at her lower lip, wanting to leave some mark of
his possession on her. Meg sighed and snuggled closer to him. He didn’t
remember falling asleep but it must have happened within moments of that.

Sunlight streamed in the window as he roused the next
morning. Meg stirred and muttered something unintelligible.

“What?”

“Dibs on the shower.” The words still came out slurred but
he could make them out this time.

“You got it. I’ll get the coffee.”

“I love you,” she muttered. He laughed, recognizing the
words had more to do with the offer of coffee than what they’d shared the
previous night.

“You’ll love me even more when you taste my coffee.” He
glanced over at the clock on the bedside table. “It’s Saturday and still early.
No hurry to get up.”