Page 95 of Bourbon Truths
Chapter Twenty-Eight
My Present…
I pounded the door, begging for entry. I didn’t know where else to go. I needed an escape and I’d ended up here.
A series of locks unclicked and the door swung open, revealing a disheveled-looking Lyla. Her hair was askew. She was wearing a robe, and she looked flustered.
“Kace,” she answered while straightening her hair. “What are you doing here?”
Her appearance was suspicious. It was almost like she had someone in the apartment with her. The sickening feeling running through me turned into pure rage as I charged inside. I had no right to be upset. We weren’t together. She could do whatever the hell she wanted, but that didn’t matter. In my mind, she was mine, no one else’s.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she asked as I stormed straight into her bedroom. I kicked her door in and was shocked to see no one in the room.
“Where is he?” I turned on her. She was standing right behind me with her hands on her hips.
“Who?” she asked, starting to get defensive.
“The man you were just fucking.”
“Have you lost your fucking mind?” she practically shouted. “Do you see a man here?”
I looked around again and noticed the hot pink vibrator in the middle of her bed. “Were you taking care of yourself?” I asked her.
“You’re offensive!” She stuck her chin up and walked away. I followed close behind. She opened the door and said, “Leave.”
I stood in place, not wanting to go. It wasn’t the best entrance I’d ever made, but I didn’t care. I needed her. The rage left me and in its place was hurt and confusion.
“Lyla,” I said softly with my hands in my pockets.
She shut the door and came up to me. She placed her hands on my chest and made me meet her eyes. “Kace, what’s wrong?”
I crashed into her, tears flowing as I fell apart in her arms. She clutched my back and pulled me closer. Vaguely, I recognized her moving us to the couch where we sat down and I pulled her onto my lap. She straddled my legs and lifted my chin so she could wipe the tears.
“You’re scaring me. What’s going on?” she asked. Her robe opened at her chest so I could see the swell of her breast.
At that moment, I needed to lose myself in her. I needed her to help me forget.
Without a word, I kissed her. The combination of my tears with her lips made for a salty chemistry. It was intoxicating.
“Wait.” She pulled away, a hand on my chest. “You have to tell me what’s going on.”
“Lyla, I’m spiraling out of control. I need to get lost in you so fucking bad it hurts. Help me forget, please,” I begged.
“Forget what?” she asked, searching my eyes.
“Forget my sins,” I replied.
I allowed her to wipe away a stray tear, and when I thought she was going to make me talk some more, she opened her robe and displayed her gorgeously naked body.
“I’m yours,” she whispered.
Grateful, I stood up, grabbed her hand, and walked her to the bedroom. I moved her previous entertainment from the bed and laid her gently on the mattress. I went to remove my clothing, but she stopped me.
“Let me,” she offered. Unable to take control like I normally did, I succumbed to her request.
She sat on the bed and moved her hands to the hem of my shirt. Instead of taking my shirt off, she lifted it and partially exposed my stomach. My abs rippled when she touched me.
She placed little kisses across my taut stomach. Her tongue traveled each ridge, from theVof my hips to the top of my six pack. She was loving me. With each kiss, I could feel the healing power she was bestowing.
