Page 96 of Bourbon Truths
Standing, she removed my shirt and flung it aside. Her hands instantly found my pecs, and she scraped her fingernails down them. The scratching of her fingers across my skin was welcome; I loved the pain and she knew it.
Once her fingers found my stomach, her lips traced kisses over the scratches, trying to heal the open wounds. I wanted to accept that her kisses were all I needed to move forward, to forget everything I believed in, everything I set out for these past years, but I knew that wasn’t the case.
I stood rigid as Lyla still tried to infuse understanding through her kisses. Her hands wandered down to my waist where she unbuttoned my jeans and tugged on them. I helped by stepping out of them and toeing them aside. She gripped my ass tightly, making my cock jolt forward. Then she slipped her hands into my briefs and pulled them away from the back, letting them slowly slip down over my rigid cock.
Once I was naked, she led me to her bed, where she pushed me against the mattress and straddled my legs. Her hands ran up my thighs and then to my stomach, where she inched herself down, her breasts hovering over my erection and her mouth just above my belly button. She lowered her lips and started kissing my body once again.
I melted into the mattress as Lyla took care of me with her beautiful lips. She kissed me from the tops of my shoulders, to my pecs, to my stomach, and then hovered right above my cock. She licked her lips, gripped my dick, and put it in her mouth.
A low groan escaped me from the heat. She was gentle, thorough, and took her time, making sure to run her tongue over each pulsing vein. There was no urgency in her touch, no need to get me to the edge. She was loving me, adoring me, helping me escape the dark hole I’d buried myself in.
My arm fell over my eyes, trying to cover the tears that were threatening to cascade down my chiseled face. My life was so fucked up, and right now, this woman would do anything to make it better. If I hadn’t already fucking loved her, I goddamn loved her now.
Fuck, I wasn’t supposed to let her in, but right now, with her compassion and understanding, how could I not let her break through my walls? I didn’t have a chance.
Her lips slowed and her hands ran up my thighs. She looked up at me and then freed her mouth. She leaned over to the nightstand, opened the drawer, and grabbed a condom. Expertly, she rolled it over my throbbing dick and then positioned herself so she was sitting on my thighs but not allowing the intimate connection I craved.
“I want you to take me how you want, Kace. I want you to lose yourself.”
Feeling a little weak, I pulled her down on the mattress and then got up on my knees. I ran my hand over my mouth in awe of the beauty that lay beneath me. Her eyes gleamed with unshed tears and her lips were swollen from the kissing she kindly bestowed upon me. Her hair was fanned out against her pillow.
I kneeled between her legs and placed my hands on either side of her head. I dipped my head so my lips were just above hers. Softly, I said, “I’m sorry for everything, Lyla.”
“Don’t apologize, Kace.”
I shook my head. “I need to apologize. You’ve been there for me during times when I didn’t deserve it, like now,” I choked out and quickly pressed my fingers into my eyes, trying to erase the emotions that kept wanting to pour out. “I want you to know I care about you. More than I’ve ever cared about anyone, and the reason I haven’t given myself over to you, why I haven’t cashed in on the intense feelings I have for you, is because there has been something clouding my way of living.”
“You don’t have to tell me, Kace. Just make love to me.”
The yearning in her eyes told me she needed this just as much as I did, so I gave us what we were both looking for, a way to forget.
I lowered my head to hers and took her lips with mine. I licked, nipped, and rolled them between my teeth. I made out with her, fucking old-school made out. Our tongues mingled. Our need was greedy as we both matched each thrust of our mouths.
With my cock ready to fucking blow, I grabbed it with one hand and found Lyla’s slick entrance. She parted her legs even farther, and I pushed in. I was welcomed in with a tightness that was almost too fucking pure. She sheathed my cock as if we were made for each other.
“You’re so perfect,” I said as my control started to slip.
“You’re perfect to me, too, Kace.”
It didn’t matter to her what I’d done, who I’d hurt. What mattered was the connection we couldn’t deny. For that, she would forever be fucking mine.
I pumped into her, her hips matching my demanding thrusts. We were one. We were connected in every intimate way possible. This woman, this was what I needed, to feel her love.
Lyla gripped my back tightly as she arched into me. A loud cry escaped her as her breathing picked up and her heat gripped my cock more firmly than I could imagine. In seconds, my toes went numb, my stomach coiled, and my balls tightened. I shook violently into her as I came. Lyla’s orgasm matched mine as we rode out our pleasure together, not letting go until we were completely spent.
Continuing to kiss her, I rested my body over hers, making sure not to crush her.
She forced me to look her in the eyes. “You may think you don’t deserve me, Kace, but the truth is, I don’t deserve you. I don’t know what you’ve done in the past, but what you’ve done present day at the center, helping the girls, and being a friend to Jett, you’re a good person. It’s about time you saw it.”
Deep down, I knew she was right. I’d been denying the acceptance of her truth for so long, I wasn’t sure how much it would take for me to finally believe it, to make it my truth.
“There is so much you don’t know,” I answered, burying my head in her shoulder.
She cradled me close. “Well, then, tell me. I won’t run, Kace. I told you, I’m here to stay.”
“Why?” I asked. “Why are you choosing to stay?”
She played with the short strands of my hair. “I had a conversation with Goldie. She told me not to give up, that you needed someone to believe in you, to be there for you other than Jett. You needed someone to save you. I couldn’t walk away. I want to be the one who erases the demons that haunt you. I want to be the one who brings you back from the dark and shows you the light of this world. I want to be the one who makes you laugh, makes you smile, makes you appreciate this wonderful gift we call life. I want it all, Kace.”
