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  “A fireman,” her mother said in distaste.

  “Yes, a fireman. I know he's not in the elite social circles you so enjoy, but he is who I want. Or I wanted. I doubt he'll even see me now.”

  “Well, good riddance. He doesn't deserve you. I really wish you would try to work things out with David. I'm sure he misses you.”

  Her blood boiled. “David cheated on me and he left me at the altar. What's to make up? There will never be anything between David and me ever again. Get that through your head.”

  “Laine Elizabeth Stanton-Peyton, how dare you speak to me in that tone? I am still your mother and I will not stand for it!”

  She hung her head. “Fine, I'll go to my room.” She turned and walked down the long hallway to her bedroom, leaving her mother standing there miffed.

  She lay in her bed wondering what to do. Should she call him? What would she say if she did?

  Hi, it's Laine; I'm sorry my mother treated you like a delivery boy and gave you a tip. Want to have sex?

  She rolled over and hugged the pillow Kyle had slept on. His scent was still there. She inhaled deeply and let the tears fall.

  Eternal_Bliss

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Kyle was on his fourth beer when Jeff walked in the door. “Hey, I thought you had a date tonight.”

  Jeff laughed. “I thought I did too, but apparently she knew Sherry or Sheila or whatever her name was.”

  “It was Sarah.” Kyle took another swig of beer.

  “Oh, yeah, right. Sarah.” Jeff went to the fridge and grabbed a beer. “Hey. The porch light wasn't on. I thought you had a date tonight with Loraine.”

  “It's Laine. And I thought I did too, but apparently her mother doesn't dig delivery men.”

  “Delivery men?” He popped the top on his beer. “How in the hell does she think you're a delivery man?”

  Kyle looked up with his beer halfway to his mouth, then put it back down. “I took Laine some flowers. Her mother answered the door, took the damn flowers and handed me twenty bucks. That's how.”

  “Well, thank your lucky stars she's gone. I almost thought you were gonna get trapped by the ultimate Minivan. That was a close one. She had you by the short hairs.”

  Kyle slammed his beer down on the table, making it foam over the top. “I want a relationship with her, you asshole. I don't want her gone. She's incredible and sexy as hell. I, just don't happen to be the one who's good enough.”

  “Then fuck her, man. You're the best guy I know. If she doesn't think you're good enough, then she doesn't deserve you.” Jeff snagged the towel off the fridge handle and threw it to Kyle. “There are plenty more where she came from. Hell, I bet she isn't even up to sharing is she? I bet she's a little prude.”

  "Jeff, you're riding a thin line, man. I wouldn't say anything else if I were you. You don't know anything about her, and no, there aren't plenty more of her. There aren't any more of her. Kyle swiped the beer from the table and chucked the towel in the floor.

  “Alright, man I'm just sayin,' it's her loss.” He put his hands up in mock surrender. “Hell, if this is what it's like to be in love, you can count me out.”

  “Jeff, I mean it. And I never said I loved her. I like her a lot, but love I don't know.”

  “What? I ain't sayin' anything that's not true. I mean look at you, you're sittin' here getting drunk and wallowing in your own misery. That bitch ain't worth it man.”

  Kyle stood up so fast, his chair toppled to the floor with a thwack. Before he even registered what he'd done, Jeff was lying in the floor clutching his jaw.

  “Shit.”

  Jeff flexed his jaw a couple times. “What the fuck, man?”

  “Hey, I warned you several times, but you just had to keep going.”

  Kyle offered him his hand, but Jeff slapped it away. “Don't bother helping me. At least now, I don't have to go out with the best friend.” He got up and sat back down at the table and resumed drinking his beer. “Damn, you have a killer right hook.”

  “Shit, I forgot about that. I guess I'm going to have to call her.” Kyle pulled his cell from his belt, pulled her up and hit call.

  * * * *

  Laine woke to her cell ringing. She scrambled to her dresser to answer it. She looked at the picture in the screen and smiled. “Hello?”

  “Hey, it's Kyle. I need to cancel the dinner date with you and Melanie.”

  Her heart sank. He was really done with her. She'd never hated her mother before this moment. She and Kyle had been doing just fine before her interference. And, although she was on the verge of crying again, she needed to apologize for her mother's behavior. She sniffled. “I'm so sorry about what my mother did to you. I swear I've never felt that you weren't good enough for me. I really like you, Kyle.”

  He was quiet for long moments. “Well, why didn't you say so?”

  She harrumphed. “I just did, jackass. I'm sorry I was late getting home from work. It was just a hard day. I had so many dress issues to deal with, it took forever.”

  “How long is your mother going to be there?”

  “All week, that's why I wanted to come to your place.” She sat on the plush sofa in the den off her bedroom.

  “Were you hiding me from her? Are you embarrassed to be seen with me?”

  “No! I was just trying to protect you. She's the one that's embarrassing.” She tucked her feet under herself and closed her eyes. Please don't break up with me.

  Damn, if she didn't find herself wanting exactly what she swore she didn't, a relationship with Kyle. “Kyle? Are you there?”

  “Yep, I'm here. How did you like your flowers?”

  She laughed. A genuine happy laugh. “I loved them. They're beautiful.”

  “Let's say, I wanted to see you tonight, what do you say to that?”

  “I say give me your address and I'll be there as soon as I can.”

  “Good, because I can't drive. I've been drinking. But, that won't stop me from taking you every which way I can.”

  She felt heat pool on her belly. He meant it, she knew he did. She also knew he had a kinky side and she might end up tied up, which thrilled her to the point of almost orgasm. Her clit was already begging to be touched. Her nipples were spiked points, pushing painfully against the soft material of her bra.

  “I need you, Kyle,” she whispered. It was all she could muster in her heightened state. Her whole body already felt hot and ready.

  “Well come on sweetheart. I'm waiting.”

  She got his address, changed into a short skirt and left. The forty-five minute drive was a blur. She had made it in record time. His house was small, a two story stucco in a nice community. A community filled with families. She thought she'd have a family of her own by now, a happy marriage and at least one baby.

  She pulled into the drive, noticing identical pickup trucks. He said he had a roommate. No, that didn't make her nervous. How in the world could she have sex with Kyle in the same house with a stranger? It's not as if we've ever been quiet.

  She couldn't help but scream his name when he filled her over and over while working her clit. The orgasms he gave her were mind-altering. Hopefully, the roommate has plans.

  As she got out of her car, the roommate, Jeff ,she thought, came out of the house and stood on the porch. Yeah, this isn't awkward at all. She climbed the steps to the porch and stuck out her hand. “I'm Laine.”

  He stared at her hand like it would bite and kept his hands in his pockets. “I know who you are.”

  His voice was so cold. She dropped her hand and started past him.

  “I know what you're trying to do, and I won't let you get away with it. Kyle is my best friend and I aim to see it stays that way. No woman has ever come between us before and it won't happen this time.”

  “Jeff, I'm not trying to take him away from you, I'm just in it for the sex.” She couldn't believe she said that, but he had pushed her buttons. The asshole accused her of stealing Kyle away from him. Jeff stalked
off to his truck and peeled out of the driveway.

  That couldn't be further from the truth. She had made herself clear from the beginning.

  Sex, she just wanted sex. She had to admit to herself that she really was falling for him, but he didn't need to know that. When it was over, she wouldn't have any regrets. And it would be over if he said he loved her.

  She couldn't handle being in love again. It never ended the way she wanted it to. She definitely couldn't handle another earth-shattering heartbreak.

  She rang the bell and Kyle opened the door. Damn, the man was sexy. He wore a pair of sweatpants that tied at his waist and nothing else. She felt overdressed, even though she had foregone panties. She couldn't keep replacing them. He so enjoyed tearing them off of her.

  She could never get used to the sight of his muscled frame. He took up the entire doorway. His long ropey arms felt so good holding her; she was dying to be in them again.

  “Hey, babe, I'm glad you're here.” He leaned down and gave her a sweet gentle kiss. It was nothing like the ravenous ones from before.

  Warmth enveloped her like a cozy blanket. A feeling she'd never had with him before. There was nothing urgent or frenzied about it, just tenderness and dare she think it, love.

  She should run. She should get in her car and never return, but she leaned into the kiss, savoring it.

  He broke the kiss and ushered her inside. He flipped the porch light on and locked the door.

  “I'm glad I'm here too. I'm just so sorry about what happened to you today. My mother is ... well, she's quite a snob.” She twisted her hands nervously, unsure of what else to say.

  He smiled. “Babe, forget it. She doesn't think I'm right for you. She mentioned a guy named David though. Who is he?”

  She swallowed hard, God, she didn't want to answer this question. “Just a guy I dated. It didn't work out.”

  He wrapped his arms around her, kissed her forehead and sniffed her hair. “Damn, I love how you smell.”

  That silver tongue of his had a way of making her putty in his hands. “Thank you. You smell good yourself.”

  “Do you need anything? Or do you want to head upstairs.” He lifted the back of her skirt, massaging her ass.

  “Mmm, I think we should head upstairs.” Her thighs were already quivering in anticipation. She felt wet heat between her legs, readying for entry.

  He kissed her lips, a quick peck. “I think that would be a good idea.” He looked down between them, showing her the pup-tent in his sweats. He was more than ready.

  She ran her fingers along the underside of his cock through the sweats. His dick twitched in her hand, eliciting a throaty grumble as he closed his eyes. There was nothing like the feeling of having control over such a virile man. She wrapped her hand around him and stroked slowly from root to tip. She saw a wet spot appear on his sweats and she ached to taste him, to feel his silken steel glide across her tongue.

  “Stop, baby, I don't want to come in my pants. I want to come inside you.” He put his hand over hers, halting her efforts.

  She twined her fingers with his and they headed upstairs. His house was furnished in dark browns and blues, very masculine colors to her almost all white interior. It fit him and he fit her. For some reason, that thought didn't scare her. They did fit together she admitted to herself.

  “This is my room here.” He opened the door and with his hand on her lower back, led her inside.

  “It's you.” Again, the bedroom was no different from the rest of the house. His bed frame was a dark wood and the comforter was a combination of light and dark blue horizontal stripes. There was a brown leather chair in the corner of the room and a chest of drawers that matched his bed frame. There were a couple of pictures hanging on the walls. One was a large frame of horses running through a valley. The others were pictures of an older couple, probably his parents.

  He must have noticed her looking at the pictures because he said, “That's my Grams and Pops. They raised me after my parents died.” He seemed somber remembering. Her heart broke for him. What a terrible thing it must be to lose your parents as a child. She didn't particularly care for her mother, especially tonight, but she still loved her.

  “What happened to your parents?” She wrapped her hand over his and squeezed.

  “They died in a house fire,” he nodded and pointed at himself. “Which is why I'm a fireman?”

  “Oh, Kyle, I'm so sorry.” She stood on tiptoe and kissed him tenderly. It was a sweet touch to soothe his heart and soul. She couldn't make the hurt go away, but she could let him know she was there for him. There for him in any way possible, to fulfill his every wish and desire.

  He deepened the kiss, threading his hand through her hair, holding her mouth to his. Their tongues played urgently, then lazily, enjoying the sweet torture. Laine's heartbeat kicked up a notch, feeling like it would burst through her ribcage. Kyle moaned, vibrating the kiss, devouring her lips. She could swear he kissed her soul. She couldn't breathe but she didn't care. She needed this man this very moment, all of him.

  She broke the kiss. “Kyle, please make love to me.”

  He backed her up to the bed until the back of her knees hit it, and then laid her down gently. He kissed her on the lips, her jaw, down her neck, giving her chills. He nipped at her neck making her squirm.

  “Mmm, please Kyle, I need you.” She felt the heat from her feet all the way to her head. Her body was aflame with need, the need for him, for everything he could give.

  He undid her blouse, kissing the exposed skin with each button. Licking and sucking, marking her. He wanted to mark her with his scent, his kisses, so that no man dare touch his woman.

  “Ohmigod, that feels so good.” She squirmed with every touch, every brush of his lips, every breath that blew across her kiss wet skin. She wanted to touch herself, she needed release right now. He was slowly torturing her body. If she could just get her fingers on her clit, she thought. Her hand moved in to touch, and he caught it in his.

  He lifted his eyes to hers. “Do I have to tie you up?”

  “You wouldn't dare.”

  He snatched a belt from the post of the bed. “You bet your sweet ass I would.”

  She gaped at him, even as her core flooded with arousal. She hadn't thought it possible to get any more turned on, but the thought of him tying her up thrilled her. Apparently he knew it, too. He took the leather belt, grabbed both wrists and looped them to the headboard in a flash. She hadn't even had time to protest. Not that she wanted to.

  “Now I can take my time.” He licked a trail from her bellybutton to her chin, leaving behind a chilly wet trail. She pulled at her wrists, they didn't budge.

  She closed her eyes tight and squeezed her thighs together. She was right there. All she needed was one touch, one lick, one anything to throw her over into bliss. Her back arched off the bed, trying desperately to get closer to his mouth. He just backed away, enjoying himself. Every time she tried getting closer, he would chuckle and back off. Her over-sensitized body was going haywire. She was shaking and moaning with every feather touch, ready to explode.

  He flicked the front snap to her bra, letting the cups fall away. Her pale pink nipples were straining, hard nubbins. She turned and twisted her body trying to get one in his mouth, but he held her firm, sucking on the slight swell of her belly.

  “Please,” she begged.

  He sat back on his haunches. “Do you trust me?”

  “What do you mean?” she asked frustrated. She wiggled her arms trying to free them, they wouldn't budge.

  “Look at me Lainey, only at me.” She did.

  “Do you trust me?”

  She blew out a breath. “Yes, I trust you.” She realized she really did trust him and felt something more for him than she had before. She thought it odd it didn't scare her, but made her feel good.

  He must have seen it in her eyes. “Let me love you, Lainey. Let me take you higher than you've ever been before.” He slid off the bed and
shuffled out of his sweats, grabbed a tube of something and a condom from his nightstand. He returned to her and pulled her skirt off, exposing her entire body for his pleasure. “Now just relax for me.”

  Yeah right, relax. Oh, no problem.

  He took the tube, squirted a clear gel on his finger and lowered it to her ass. He circled her puckered star with the cold gel on his finger. Round and round until she relaxed, then pushed in, getting a surprised yelp. It didn't hurt exactly, just felt strange, good strange. She relaxed further, moaning with every insertion.

  God, this man had magic fingers. He found erogenous zones on her body she had no idea existed, but she was nervous. “Kyle, I've never done this before.”

  “You'll love it, I promise.”

  “Mmm, ohmigod that feels good.” She started pushing down on his finger, making him go deeper. He squirted some more gel on her ass and added another finger. She jerked and squealed at the added sensation. It burned a little and she felt stretched. She relaxed again and he began scissoring his fingers inside her, stretching her wider. She didn't even realize he'd put on a condom. He pulled his fingers away and fitted the tip of his cock to her tiny entrance. She puckered up again. He murmured encouraging, soothing words to her and she relaxed. She felt the tip of his cock enter her, stretching her more than his fingers did. It stung and felt good at the same time. She felt so full. He eased his cock in, then out. In again, one excruciating inch at a time, until she felt a pop and he slid in to the hilt. She raised her ass to meet him, to take even more of him. She needed him to move.

  “Oh please, oh please, oh please, move please.” She started jerking and bucking, forcing movement, until his large hands grabbed her hips and held her still. He finally moved in and out at a steady pace, filling her.

  She wrapped her legs around his hips and he came down and took a ripe nipple into his mouth, lashing it with his tongue.

  “Dammit, Lainey, you're killing me. I'm not going to last in your sweet little ass baby.”

  “Just fuck me, please don't stop, I'm almost there.” Her head was thrashing from side to side on the pillow, moaning and breathing heavily.