Finding Kyle(37)

Jane lies below me, completely giving herself over. She’s placing a huge responsibility on my shoulders, but I’ve handled tougher burdens in my life.

While my fingers itch to touch her and I’m already hard as a rock, I need to start right with Jane.

So I dip my head down and touch my mouth to hers softly. While I had intended to go gently, the touch of her lips against mine is completely electric, and both of us groan in appreciation.

I press against her mouth harder before giving her my tongue. Again, she groans. A slightly rougher sound rumbles in my chest, filling me with an animal urgency that I know is going to be hard as hell to keep at bay. I want her so badly that I can feel my control already starting to slip, even though all we’ve done is shared the beginning of a hot kiss.

In my mind, I know I should slow things down, but Jane doesn’t make it any easier by slipping her hands under my t-shirt and snaking them up my torso. The feel of her soft skin against my abs makes my head spin deliriously. She makes a tiny sound of frustration as she tries to push my t-shirt up, but doesn’t know how to get it off.

Not wanting her to suffer, I push up, going to my knees. I peel my shirt off, loving the eagerness with which her eyes roam over my skin. She lingers on my tats and I know I’ll answer for them at some point, but then I’m stunned when her eyes drop down to stare at the erection pushing against my jeans. I’m so hard it hurts, and her looking at it makes it hurt even worse.

Tentatively, Jane’s hands come to the top button. She looks up at me for a moment, maybe for permission, I’m not sure. But my throat is so dry that all I can do is swallow hard as I stare back at her.

She must take my silence as tacit approval for she pops the first button. My cock jumps and tightens as she pops the next, revealing the head of my dick. I watch, mesmerized, as she slowly runs her thumb over the exposed skin.

Jane lets out a stuttering breath and pops the next button, giving some relief to the ache, but I can’t stand this slow torture she’s wreaking on me. In a burst of energized need, I bat Jane’s hands away before reaching down and hauling her up with my hands under her armpits. I pull her right up to her knees so we’re facing each other.

I note vaguely Jane’s flushed cheeks and eyes glimmering at me darkly before I roughly pull her shirt over her head. I toss it over my shoulder as my gaze goes to her chest, and I get my first really good look at her breasts. They’re fucking fantastic. Big and round with her nipples poking out hard against the lace of a pale blue bra. The cups sit low on the globes of her tits, pushing them inward and teasing me with cleavage meant to be fucked.

Which is funny as I’m not really a breast man. My ideal fuck is taking a woman from behind so I don’t have deal with kissing her. Just bending her right over a piece of furniture—

—I walk back into the clubhouse and the scent of sex and pot smack me hard in the face. I’m buzzed as fuck from the joint I’d just smoked outside with Bridger, but I feel like getting really fucked up tonight. The pressure of maintaining this lifestyle, and the stress of being undercover, have made alcohol and drugs a necessary balm. While I can drink like a fish, I at least keep my drug use to a minimum, terrified that type of addiction could impede my long-term judgment. So I look for other ways to get relief, and the best I’d found so far was to fuck myself into oblivion. Luckily, there are enough club whores to keep my dick satisfied.

My gaze slides to the pool table. One of the whores is naked and bent over it, her legs spread obscenely and her torso tied down to the felt top so she can’t move. She lays her cheek on the green baize that’s covered with cigarette burns, a blissed-out look on her face. One of my club brothers is fucking her from behind, hips pumping furiously as he races to get off as fast as possible. After all, he’s got several other guys waiting behind him to take a chance. No telling how many times this girl has already been fucked tonight, but she loves this shit and asked for it. My brother thrusts hard a few more times before pulling out, snapping the rubber off, and coming all over her ass. My other brothers all yell and cheer him on, and another one steps up—

A groan of disappointment slithers out of my throat, and I give a hard shake to my head to dispel that memory. No idea why the fuck I’d even think about that disgusting shit when I have the beauty of Jane in front of me. The disappointment is in myself, not only for thinking of that crap, but also because my dick went even harder. It didn’t need to get harder because Jane was really all I wanted, yet it did as I thought about taking a woman from behind because that’s how you keep distance.

A searing hot flash of doubt courses through me, and I almost push Jane away. But I’m sidetracked when her hands come to the clasp at the front of her bra. My eyes latch onto those delicate fingers with pale pink polish as they flick open the clasp and peel the lace apart.

And Christ… her breasts are so fucking perfect as they’re revealed to me. Almost as if she’s never revealed them to anyone else, or I’ll choose to think of it that way, at least. She’s offering me the most perfect gift in the world right now, and the last oily feelings of guilt for being sucked into that terrible memory vanish.

“Kyle?” Jane whispers, and my eyes snap up to hers. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” I say in a rasping voice as I look back at her, but I’m still feeling a little off balance.

Jane must sense it, because she takes control. She takes my hands in hers and pulls them upward, pressing my palms gently against her tits.