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.”