Kyle's Return (23 page)

Grady peered over at her, his eyes wide. “Damn,
you’re walking away from that?”

“When you got something like I have waiting at home,
you don’t need anything else. Have a good one, brother. I’ll see
you in the ring next week.” Once outside, I pulled out my phone and
texted Megan. I wanted her ready for me
.

***

I MANAGED TO coerce Nic into giving me a tub of
their homemade whipped cream and a couple of cherries from the
restaurant. Tyler and I were both stuffed when we left but nothing
was worse than seeing his face when I got in his truck with the
whipped cream and cherries. Thankfully, he didn’t ask
questions.

I had everything ready for Kyle when he finally
texted and said he was on the way. The candles were lit and I had
just the right amount of whipped cream on my lady bits. I just
hoped it didn’t melt off by the time he showed up. He knew the
passcode to the garage so I didn’t have to worry about answering
the door. It wasn’t long before I heard the garage door open and
someone come through the kitchen door.

I carefully climbed up on my bed, my heart thundering
in my chest with the footsteps coming down the hall. When the door
opened, my breath hitched as I watched his eyes widen.

“Holy fuck,” he growled.

“You like?”

He slid off his shirt and unbuttoned his jeans,
letting them and his boxers slide to the floor. “You look so
unbelievably sexy right now,” he murmured, climbing onto the bed.
Up on his knees, he stared down at my whipped cream covered body,
his cock growing harder. “I didn’t think you’d do it.”

“I can be adventurous,” I teased. Next, I swiped a
fingertip of the cream and stuck it in my mouth. “It tastes good
too.” I reached for a cherry and held it up in the air. “Are you
hungry?”

His lips tilted up in a smirk. “Famished.”

Opening his mouth, I placed the cherry inside and
watched him bite it off the stem. A speck of cream was on his lips
so I leaned forward and licked it off before biting his lip. He
groaned and pushed me back on the bed, spreading me wide. His warm
breath blew across my clit as he licked the cream from between my
legs. I was so close to an orgasm, but he chuckled and stopped
before I could climax.

“You are such a tease,” I moaned.

“I like watching you squirm.” Then, he trailed his
tongue up my stomach to my breasts where he licked them clean and
sucked my nipples. When his mouth closed over mine, I could taste
myself on his lips, along with the sweetness of the whipped cream.
With his eyes on mine, he settled his body between my legs and
thrust inside as far as he could go. “I love the way you feel
around me,” he murmured.

“And I love the way you feel inside me.”

He picked up his pace but only a little bit. It was
enough to drive me insane. I liked that he could be gentle, but
rough at the same time. “I love you,” he whispered, holding me
tight.

His hips thrust harder against mine, making me lose
control. I screamed out his name as I milked him, his hot release
pouring inside. Breathing hard, he rested his forehead to mine and
kissed my lips.

I smiled up at him. “And I love you too.”

Leaving Kyle in the shower after the second time we’d
had sex that evening, I dried off and was looking for some
comfortable clothes to put on. My phone started to beep in the
living room, so I ran out there and searched for it, taking it back
to my room. I had a couple of missed text messages already.

The door to the bathroom opened and Kyle emerged with
a big smile on his face.

“Feel better?” I asked.

He ran the towel through his wet hair and dried off
his body. “Much.”

I climbed up in bed and unlocked my phone so I could
look at my messages. “How did the fight go?”

“Good. Jake put me against his nephew, so I had to
take it easy on him. He tapped out in the second round,” he said,
putting on his boxers.

My messages were up and they were from an unavailable
number. When I clicked on them, I wasn’t expecting what came
through. Gasping, I glared at the pictures and then at Kyle, my
blood boiling.

“What’s wrong?”

Right in front of my face were pictures of a
redheaded girl with her hand over Kyle’s cock. The next picture was
of her in between his legs with her tits all up in his face. “What
the
fuck
is this?” I shouted, throwing him my phone.

He caught it and looked down at the phone, his eyes
going wide when he realized what he was looking at. “Megan, this
isn’t what it looks like.”

“Was that tonight? Was that what you were doing when
I was getting ready for you?”

“Yeah, but . . .” He slowly walked back over to me.
“Look, there were three girls who came up to me and the guys. When
this one,” he held up the phone, “kept being persistent, I pushed
her away and left. I told her I wasn’t interested.” Handing my
phone back to me, my hands shook but he grabbed them and pulled me
to him. “Don’t you see what this is? Someone’s trying to fuck with
us.”

Deep down, I had a feeling it was Alex, but then with
Kyle’s past, there was no telling. I just didn’t want to think of
other women having their hands on what was mine.

“Megan, you know I would never do anything to hurt
you. Please tell me you trust me.”

Looking into his eyes, I found desperation and love.
“I do trust you. My only problem is, now that you’re back in the
fighting scene, women will be throwing themselves at you.” I sighed
and shook my head. “But we may have bigger problems than that. If
my gut is right, then Alex is a lot closer to us than I
thought.”

His eyes narrowed. “And if it was him, and you were
at the club, he’d have easy access to you. I have a fight next
weekend . . . now I can’t let you go.”

“Like hell you can’t,” I hissed. “We said it before.
I will not let anyone control my life. The Labyrinth is my
territory, not his. Jake needs to know what’s going on. And if for
some reason it’s not Alex, then we need to find out who it is and
put a stop to them.”

Kyle sighed and shook his head. “Are you always this
stubborn?”

“Yep, get used to it.”

I had decided to call Mason in the morning, but he
was the one who called bright and early. Kyle groaned and lifted up
on his elbows, waiting sleepily to hear the news.

“Hello,” I answered.

“I have word from Bryce. He checked out that address
in Florida and it’s not Alex’s place. A retired couple lives there.
I hate to give you bad news, but I can’t find him.”

“We think he’s here, Mason. With everything going on,
it has to be him. Last night someone took photos of Kyle with
another girl and texted them to me. The number was unavailable so I
have no clue who it is, but I know it’s him.”

“Fuck. This isn’t good.”

“Tell me about it.”

“All right, I’m going to get in touch with Ryan
Griffin. He’s the Chief of Police out there—”

“But the PD didn’t do shit when we went to them about
the motorcycle incident. They took one look at Kyle and turned the
other cheek.”

He huffed. “That shit’s not going to fly with me.
I’ll tell Ryan what’s going on and he’ll take care of it. Expect a
call from him soon. I’m sure he’ll have questions.”

We said our goodbyes and I hung up the phone.

“What did he say?” Kyle asked.

“Basically what we pretty much knew. They can’t find
Alex. Mason is going to get in touch with a guy at the PD and get
him to help.”

Kyle leaned over and kissed my shoulder. “I’m not
going to let him hurt you, love.”

“I know,” I murmured. Getting out of bed, I threw on
a pair of pajama pants and stretched. “Do you want something for
breakfast? I don’t think I can go back to sleep.”

Kicking off the covers, he got out and slid on his
jeans. “Sure, I’ll help.”

When we got into the kitchen, the garage door opened
and Nic pulled inside. We both had our backs to the door when she
finally decided to stumble in. “Geez, woman, did Greg work you out
that hard last night? What took you so long to get inside?”

“This,” she whispered, her voice tight.

I turned around and my smile faded. “Oh no.”

Kyle narrowed his gaze at Nic, who was holding a
single pink and white orchid.

“I think the answer to all of our questions has been
confirmed,” I stated.

Kyle took the flower and looked at it. “There’s no
note. Is this from Alex?”

I nodded, swallowing down the anger and memories.
“Yes. He used to buy me one every time he hurt me. It was his way
of saying he was sorry.” Taking the orchid from his grasp, I
stormed outside and opened up the trash can. That feeling of being
watched crept over my spine. Tossing the flower in the trash, I
slammed the lid shut and stood there, waiting.

“If you want me, cocksucker, I’ll be ready.”

***