Free Kyle's Return by L.P. Dover Page B

behind, I wrapped my arms around his waist and
laid my head on his back. “Can I ask you a question?” Placing his
hands on mine, he nodded, his heart beating hard in his chest. “Why
did you like to sabotage your opponents? Did you think you weren’t
good enough to beat them?”
    He placed a hand on the case, releasing a heavy sigh.
“In high school, I was a god. I was a leader. I could have anything
and everything I wanted. When I graduated and wanted to fight in
the UFC, I thought I’d be able to kick everyone’s asses. I had a
big head and it got squashed very quick and fast. I didn’t like
it.”
    Letting him go, I stood in front of him so I could
see his face, but he wouldn’t look at me. “And that’s when you
decided to take matters into your own hands.”
    He nodded. “I liked being on top, feared. I knew the
right people and I could get away with anything. It became a drug.
I was addicted to winning and I had to make sure I did, no matter
the cost. I didn’t care who I hurt.” Lowering his head, he snarled
and walked away. “You must think I am one fucked up human
being.”
    “I did .” I grabbed his shoulder and turned him
back around. “Look at me, Kyle.” Reluctantly, he did and I gazed up
into his brown and green eyes with compassion. “You made mistakes.
We all have. I have to say it’s been nice having you open up to me.
It helps me understand you better.”
    He snorted. “Believe me, who I used to be is the last
person you want to get to know.”
    “True, but it’s who made you who you are today. I
don’t judge you for what you did, because frankly, I didn’t know
you then. I’m kind of glad I didn’t.” I placed my hand over his
heart. “But I do know who you are today. That’s the Kyle I want to
be with.”
    Lifting his hand, he ran his fingers through my hair.
“I don’t scare you?”
    “You do, but it’s not in the way you think. I’m not
afraid you’ll hurt me, but I am afraid of the way you make me feel.
It’s like I’m being pulled to you and the harder I fight it, the
harder it is to resist. It grows stronger every day.”
    “And now?” he questioned, closing the distance. “How
does it feel when I touch you and kiss you?”
    I looked up at him and smiled. “It all feels
right.”
    Sliding his hand out of my hair, he rested it on my
neck and pulled me closer. I willingly complied and buried myself
in his arms as he kissed me. His breathing picked up and so did
mine. I couldn’t get enough of him. Picking me up in his arms, he
carried me down the hallway and into a room, lit only by a light
outside his window. The bed he dropped me on was soft and smelled
exactly like him. I breathed in deep and moaned when he covered me
with his body. Half of his face was cast in shadow, but it didn’t
mask the raw, untamed need I saw in his eyes. I shivered and let
out a shaky breath.
    “There’s still time to back out,” he offered.
    Shaking my head, I lifted his T-shirt off and ran my
hands down his smooth chest. “No, this is what I want,” I
whispered, sliding my hand over his groin and squeezing his cock
through his jeans.
    He thrust into my hand and grunted. “Jesus, what are
you doing to me?” Sliding off the bed, he dropped his pants and
boxers to the floor. I squealed when he grabbed my ankles and slid
me down to the edge of the bed. He lifted my shirt over my head,
and I unbuttoned my pants. He helped me slide them off, letting
them fall to the floor.
    My core tightened as he lowered me back on the bed
and spread me wide. He gazed down at me, his eyes raw with need as
he pushed my underwear over and slipped a finger inside. I gasped
and arched my back, wanting to feel more than just his finger
stretching me open.
    “More,” I begged.
    He pushed another finger inside and rested his body
beside mine. With his other hand, he reached behind my back and
unlatched my bra in one flick. Lifting it above my breasts, he
lowered his mouth to my nipple and sucked.