Thrust (10 page)

He starts pacing in front of me with a huge smile on his face. It’s been a long time since I have shown any kind of interest in a woman and he’s taking this time to enjoy the fact that I need to
fuck
just like every other man.

“Is big brother trying out unattached sex for once instead of the meet girl, fuck girl, and never see her again? You’ve been with her sexually more than once, haven’t you?”

I let out a frustrated breath and steel my jaw. “There’s no attachment. We’re both free to
fuck
who we want, and there will be nothing more than me fucking her brains out and pleasuring her. I’ve made that very clear.”

“So you won’t care if I sleep with her then? We kissed downstairs, but I won’t fuck her if you have feelings for her?” He tilts his head, waiting for my reply. “I guess our tastes aren’t far apart after all.”

A part of me wants to tell him to fuck off and leave her alone. That’s exactly why I have to say this instead: “Nope. You can do what you want with her, just don’t fuck her over and make her feel used. You know how I feel about that shit, and if you’re going to sleep with her . . .” I take a drink of my beer and force this last part out. “Wear a damn condom.”

“You sure, bro?” He stands up as if he’s about to leave. “Because I made plans with her tomorrow night. Now that I’ve seen her again, it’s going to be hard to pass up this opportunity, so speak now or forever hold your peace.”

I swallow hard while reminding myself that she’s not mine to protect and that this is just casual sex. Nothing more. “Absofuckinglutely.” I walk over to my door and hold it open. “Now go home and catch up on some fucking work before I kick your ass.”

Raising an eyebrow, he smirks at me and walks out with an armful of my beers.

Fucking asshole.

I fall back on my couch and stare down at my cell. I get an urge in my chest to send Calla a message, but flip my phone over instead. Self-control is everything.

No attachments . . .

JUGGLING A FEW PAPERBAGS IN my arms, I impatiently wait for the elevator to arrive. Tori and I have already taken up a load each, and being restless I offered to go back downstairs for the last load. Of course Tori quickly agreed while falling in front of the TV with a beloved bag of her Funyuns, so while she’s up there stuffing her face, I’m standing here cold and wet from the rain that decided to surprise me on my way back to the building.

“Finally,” I say in celebration as the elevator opens up, allowing a couple of people to unload. The last person, a young guy with blonde hair, pauses to look back at me with a smile before hurrying off.

“Alright then.” I step onto the elevator and just then, my eyes look up to see Kyan walking toward the elevator. He’s dressed in a tailor made suit, looking so damn flawless that it causes my chest to ache as I fight for air. I’m so stunned that I can’t even function enough to hold the door as it begins to close.

Right as it’s about to shut, Kyan sticks his arm into the elevator, stopping it. Our eyes meet and he smiles while joining me inside.

“Let me help you with those.”

Kyan quickly empties my arms of the groceries and watches me as the door closes, leaving us alone in this very small space. At least, right now it feels tiny; so damn tiny.

I smile back when he flashes me a dimpled smile. “Thank you. I was seriously tempted to just leave them outside for the homeless, but then I was afraid that my roommate would attack me if I came back empty handed. She’s sort of obsessed with food.” I lean against the wall as the elevator begins moving. “This is my second trip down and I wasn’t expecting it to start pouring.”

Kyan steps closer as I begin to slightly tremble from being cold and wet. He looks at me through a set of thick, wet lashes. “You have my number, Calla. Next time let me know and I’ll take care of it.”

I shake the water off my face and smile at his generosity. “Thank you. I’m not going to lie. It’d be nice to be dry right now.”

His eyes lock with mine and I notice him slightly bite his bottom lip. Then, before I know it, his arm shoots out and stops the elevator.

His eyes linger from my eyes down to my lips before he drops the bags of groceries and pins me against the wall. His breath is sweet as it brushes against my lips, causing me to want to flick my tongue out and lick the outline of his lips. “You’re so damn beautiful when you’re wet. I think I’d prefer it if you were never dry.”

His arm reaches around to grab the back of my right thigh and he raises it to his hip, stepping between my legs. He presses into me and I instantly feel clenching between my legs as his thickness pokes me through the thin material of my panties. Starting from the top of my chest, he brushes his lips up my neck, stopping just below my lips. One hand slips up my dress and I feel his finger slide between my folds.

“Kyan,” I whisper, my body trembling from his closeness. “In the elevator? Aren’t there cameras? I don’t want anyone giving you a hard time if they see the security footage.”

He turns away for a second as if he’s thinking about it. His finger shoves inside me and his grip on my thigh tightens before he pulls away and wraps both of his hands into the back of my hair.

Leaning in, he whispers, “Sorry, it’s hard for me to keep my hands off of you, especially when you’re standing here wet with that dress clinging to your body.” He runs his hand up the front of my neck before stepping away from me and fixing his suit, returning back to his professionalism.

I lean against the wall, trying to catch my breath while I stand here watching him breath heavily, as if he wants nothing more than to rip my clothes off and fuck me hard. That suit does nothing but make him look dangerously handsome and irresistible. A part of me wishes I would’ve just kept my damn mouth closed and let him take me again.

“It’s okay,” I say softly.

He reaches for the bags of groceries in one hand and quickly puts them back in the crook of one arm before starting the elevator again.

I stand here watching his side profile as he stares ahead at the door, as if he’s about to lose a battle with his self-control.

The elevator dings and I quickly snap out of my thoughts as Kyan places his hand on the bottom of my back and guides me out of the elevator and to my door.

“Olivia sent me an email this morning telling me how much she loved the shoot. You did a great job,” he says as I’m reaching for the door handle.

I smile up at him, feeling really damn good about that. “That’s amazing. I’m really happy you gave me the opportunity to shoot the cover for her. I can’t wait to see it.”

I push the door open and step away to give him room to walk in.

I hear Tori begin to ask who he is until she sees me enter behind him.

“Holy shit.” She places her hand to her heart as Kyan walks to the kitchen and sets the bags down on the counter. “I thought we were getting robbed by some crazy, sexy guy. I wasn’t sure whether to run or be thankful.”

Kyan and I both laugh at Tori as she stands there, staring at him like a lunatic.

“Tori.” I clear my throat until she finally looks at me. “This is Kyan. Kyan this is my roomie and best friend, Tori.”

“Nice to meet you, Tori.” Kyan grins while reaching into one of the bags. “This must be the lazy roommate you mentioned,” he says teasingly.

Tori looks at me, her hands on her hips. “You fucking twat. You told him I was lazy? Not everyone has the energy to be the damn energizer bunny like you. Some of us actually use our energy for better things like getting laid.”

She tilts her head as my eyes look down toward the ground.
Fuck! Don’t say anything. Don’t say anything.

“Wait . . .”
Double fuck!
“You’re that guy that Calla did the photo-shoot with, right? The personal trainer guy?”

Kyan smiles while starting to put our groceries away. He surprisingly seems to know where most of it goes too.
Impressive.

“You don’t have to do that, Kyan.” I rush into the kitchen, hoping to pause any awkward conversation that’s about to start. Tori has always had a way of making conversations awkward.
Always.
I grab the bread out of his hand and set it next to the bag. “Carrying these upstairs was enough. Trust me. I owe you.”

“Why are you wet,” Tori asks with a laugh. “It was completely dry when we brought the first load up.”

I ignore her and smile up at Kyan. “Thank you. I can take care of these.”

Stepping away from the counter, Kyan runs a hand through his wet hair, his muscles flexing, causing Tori and I to both stare like idiots. “Sure.” He grips the back of my neck and softly presses his lips to the side of my mouth again. “I’ll text you later about our next training session. I have a bunch of work to get done anyways.”

I nod my head and smile as he walks over to Tori and reaches out to shake her hand. “Glad to have you in the building.”

Tori tilts her head as she shakes his hand, making sure to grope his hand. “Sure,” she says, confused. “Nice meeting you, gorgeous.”

I hold my breath until the front door closes behind him.

“What did that mean, Calla?” Tori jumps up onto the counter to help me put groceries away. “Does he manage this damn building? That’s insanely hot if he does.”

“Not exactly.” I throw a box of cereal into the cupboard above me, not really caring how it lands right now. “He owns it.”

Tori’s eyes widen as she blinks away the shock. “Holy shit! You’re fucking the guy that owns this building?” She points at the floor. “This building? The one we’re living in? The one we’ve been saving our asses off to get into? This expensive and very nice building?”

I turn toward her and toss a box of Pop-tarts at her head. “I never said I was sleeping with him.”

She jumps down from the counter. “You don’t have to say it. I figured it out the other night when you came home all flushed while looking at his sexy pictures. Plus, he practically just kissed you.”

“Yeah, but he didn’t,” I say, somewhat disappointed.

“More proof that you’re fucking him.” She grins while opening the fridge and tossing a bag of salad inside. “Men do that when they’re trying to keep their hearts out of the mess that their dicks have them in. He’s trying not to fall for you, honey. This is perfect for you. You’re not ready to open your heart up again and he’s not ready to give his. Perfect arrangement.”

I stand here, leaning against the sink, letting her words sink in. If he’s doing his part to keep himself from falling for me, then I need to do my part before I ruin everything.

Reaching into my jacket, I pull out my phone and read Hunter’s message for the twentieth time since he sent it an hour ago.

Hunter: A friend of mine is having a small party tonight. Come with me.

I look up as Tori continues to ramble, but I’m not listening to a word she’s saying. I can’t. Biting my bottom lip, I reply to his message.

Me: I’m free for a few hours tonight. Pick me up around eightish?”

It only takes a few seconds for Hunter to reply, and when he does his words leave me slightly nervous and excited.

Hunter: I’ll pick you up as soon as you’ll allow me to. Wear something sexy ;)

Smiling from ear to ear, I set my phone down and continue putting away our groceries.

Please don’t let me screw this up . . .