Everything was all right again. Kyle would have to work through a lot of things still, but he had finally opened up to me. And now that I knew what was going on in his life, what had really happened, we would be okay.
Now that I knew why he’d broken up with me, it was easier to forgive him for breaking my heart when there had been nothing wrong between us and when we should have been able to make it for the long haul. Having that mystery solved was huge for me.
When he had invited me over, I had told myself I would hear him out as long as he was willing to be open with me about what was going on. I hadn’t expected it from him, though. While we had spent time together over the past few days, he had seemed set on pushing me away from anything personal.
But he had surprised me and changed. He had cooked for me, which had been a big deal to him. He had been honest, even though it had been hard. I knew it had been really hard. I appreciated that I meant enough to him that he took the risk to bare himself like that. It took more than anyone else would understand, because Kyle had a lot of pride. I had known that from the start.
“I’m so glad you told me,” I said to Kyle later that night when we sat together on the couch, his arm was around me, my head on his shoulder.
“I’m sorry it took this long,” he said.
I shook my head. “Better late than never, right?”
Kyle shrugged so my head moved.
“I want to say one more thing,” he said.
I tilted my head to him. It was the night for confessions. Whatever he was about to tell me, I wanted to be sure we could get through it. I wanted us to be okay again.
“Yeah?” I asked.
Kyle looked at me, and his eyes were a brilliant blue, the color of a fall sky, the color that went on forever.
“I love you.”
It took me a moment to process. Warmth rushed through me, and I smiled, shifting so I could put my arms around his neck.
“I love you, too.”
God, it felt good to be able to say that. There had been a time when we’d said those words to each other every day, but when we’d met again, it had been the one thing we hadn’t been able to pick up again.
Kyle pressed his lips to mine, kissing me like he was never going to let me go. He wrapped his arms around my body and pulled me flush against him. This was where I wanted to be, so close to him that I didn’t know where my body stopped or where his began.
Kyle’s hand moved to my hair, holding me at the back of my head, and it made me feel small and delicate, beautiful when he balanced me between his hand and his mouth like that. The other hand slid over my shoulder and onto my chest. His hand was on my breast, and he squeezed it, massaging me. My nipples hardened against the material of the bra.
I wanted him to undress me. I wanted him to touch me inch by inch, claiming every part of me.
Kyle broke the kiss and took my hand. He pulled me up with him and led me to his bedroom. He turned around, facing me again, and kissed me. Kyle kissed me in a way he hadn’t in a long time. It was sensual and loving, as if nothing else in the world mattered. And it didn’t.
We took turns, undressing each other bit by bit, taking care to remove an item of clothing before kissing again, touching, sliding our palms over each other’s naked skin. We were relearning each other, getting to know the person we had once known and somehow lost along the way.
When I undid Kyle’s pants I kneeled before him and pulled his pants down over his leg, taking his jockey shorts with them. It was a struggle over his thighs— he might not have played football for a while, but he still had thunder thighs. When I succeeded, his hard cock sprung free, erect and glistening with his desire for me.
I kissed his abdomen, kissed him down each thigh and around his groin. I kissed him everywhere but his sex, driving him crazy, denying him the one thing he wanted.
“God, Maya,” Kyle said through gritted teeth. He touched my hair and played with it. I looked up at him before I closed my lips around his cock, sucking him into my mouth.
Kyle groaned, closing his eyes. I moved my head back and forth, sliding my lips over his shaft, meeting my lips with my fist around the base to close the distance that I couldn’t cover. Kyle wasn’t a small man.
I cupped his balls with my other hand, massaging them in time with my sucking. Kyle’s hands in my hair encouraged me, and I bobbed my head faster and faster until Kyle pulled out with a pop. He took my hand and pulled me up, kissing me. He was breathing hard.
“I want you,” he said. And I felt the same.
Kyle helped me out of my underwear before he led me to the bed and lay me down. He quickly grabbed a condom and crawled over me, his eyes on mine all the time. When he settled himself between my legs, it was all as it should be.
Kyle positioned himself at my entrance and pushed into me. I gasped; the feel of him so familiar. It was always better than I remembered— every time. Kyle stroked slowly in and out of me, his face inches from mine, our breathing in sync. It wasn’t fucking this time. We were making love. Kyle’s body covered mine, and we moved together, his cock deep inside me, his thrusting thoughtful.
Slowly, he picked up the pace, bucking his hips faster and faster. He kissed me, a quick peck before he sped up more, and I cried out and moaned as he thrust into me. He worked me toward my first orgasm, and in no time, I toppled over the edge, coming undone at the seams.
When I opened my eyes again, Kyle was looking at me with a smile on his face.
“What?” I breathed.
He ran his hand down my cheek, ran his fingers through my hair, and kissed me.
“I love it when I do that to you.”
I smiled, “Then do it to me again, baby.”
Kyle chuckled and bucked his hips. I was tighter now, more sensitive after having an orgasm. After a while, I tapped Kyle on the shoulder, and he stopped.
“Roll over,” I said. Kyle did as I asked, pulling out and lying on his back on the bed. I clambered onto him, straddling his hips and lowering myself onto his dick.
We both sighed with pleasure when I did.
I started moving back and forth, my hands on his chest, my pussy sliding up and down his cock. When I was on top, I could control every part of me that Kyle reached, and I shivered with the intensity. My clit rubbed against his pubic bone when I leaned forward, and I started bucking my hips, riding him harder and faster. I wanted to push him over the edge, to bring him to orgasm. I fucked him harder and faster, my knees becoming hot on the sheets, my breasts swinging in his face.
Kyle’s hands were on my hips, helping me, pushing me faster and faster. His fingers dug into my hips, but it was hot, pushing me closer and closer to another orgasm. My hair hung over my shoulders, and I leaned down enough that it brushed Kyle’s chest. I knew he loved it. He moved one hand to my hair and tangled his fingers in it. I put everything into it now, riding him until a wave of pleasure washed over me, starting at my core and spreading through my body like an all-consuming fire.
When my walls clamped down on his cock, milking him, contracting and releasing, Kyle released, too. I sat down hard on him, burying him deep inside as he pumped into me, emptying himself. I collapsed on his chest as my orgasm pulled me apart, and I was reduced to the rawest version of myself. It was this side of me that only Kyle knew, and it was beautiful that we had it back again.
“That was amazing,” Kyle said, gasping for air when we were tangled in the aftermath of our sex.
I stiffly climbed off Kyle and lay next to him on the bed. He rolled onto his side, facing me so that we mirrored each other. Kyle hooked my hair behind my ear and smiled at me.
“I know I apologized for what I did and explained myself to you,” Kyle said. “But I want us to know where we stand.”
I blinked at him. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, I want you to know that you are mine and I am yours, and there aren’t any misunderstandings.”
He traced my profile with his fingertips before he looked me in the eye again.
“Will you be my girlfriend?”
I smiled. He was asking me the way he had asked me in college so many years ago. He was making it official, so we both knew what we were to each other. It was the sweetest thing he’d done since we’d run into each other again.
I nodded. “I would love to.”
Kyle kissed me before he took my hands and played with my fingers, interlacing them with his own. His face became serious again.
“What are you thinking about?” I asked.
Kyle took a deep breath. “For so long, I’ve held on to jealousy and resentment over what happened. I want that to change, but if I’m being honest, I don’t know who I am without that.”
I frowned. “I do,” I said. “You’re still the guy I dated I college. You’re still cocky and full of shit sometimes. I know you still love football. You’re not empty by any means. You replaced football with that anger and bitterness, but that was never really you.”
“I do love football, but I don’t know what to do. I want to be close with Jacob again, but the thought of seeing him play makes me worried that I won’t be able to deal with it.”
“Just because you’re not playing doesn’t mean you can’t be involved with football somehow, you know. Why don’t we talk to Jacob and see if he can put you in contact with a few people? You can do something like coaching or coordinating. There has to be something.”
Kyle blinked at me. “I never thought about it like that,” he said.
“Because you were hurting so much you pushed football and everything connected to it away,” I said.
Kyle nodded. “Well, no more of that. I really do love football.”
“I know,” I said. “And we can make it work. If we do it together, we can do anything.”
Kyle smiled and pulled me against him so we were pressed together. There was nothing between us, no clothes that separated us and no secrets that kept us apart. It was just Kyle and me, and the two of us would be inseparable.
Once upon a time, I had been sure he was my soul mate, my forever. When we had broken up I had been shattered, feeling like I had been wrong, but we had been brought together again and this time, I wasn’t letting him go.