Trust Me (Townsend Legacy), page 15
“You like a little pain with your pleasure, huh?”
I don’t respond. But when he squeezes my nipple even tighter than before another moan escapes my throat.
Kyle makes quick work of stripping me out of the underwear. Then he begins adjusting a few pillows behind my head.
“I want you to sit up so you can watch me while I eat you out. I want you to come in my mouth, Riley.”
I almost come from his words alone.
Then he dips his head between my legs and—
Oh. My. God.
My back bows off the bed from the first lick of his tongue. He takes that opportunity to hook his arms underneath my thighs, throwing my legs over his broad shoulders.
I drop my head backward and Kyle immediately stops.
“Wh-What?” I can’t even form a complete sentence.
“I said watch me make you come.”
His voice is like a hand wrapping around my throat, trapping me in place. I can’t look anywhere but at him.
He keeps his eyes locked on mine when he lowers his head again.
My mouth falls open but no words come out. A moan sticks in my throat.
Kyle breaks our eye contact, dropping his head to pay full attention to my core, but I don’t dare look away or close my eyes. No matter how heavy my eyelids become. I’m afraid that I’ll self-combust if he stops again.
Soon, my legs begin quivering, and just like that, I’m exploding in his mouth. The groan that he makes as he laps up my juices has me coming even harder. Not until I come down from my first orgasm, does he pull back.
His eyes have darkened to an almost forest green. He looks more like a predator stalking me as he crawls up the length of my body. I lift my hand to run my fingers through the soaked hairs of his beard. I don’t know why I find that sexy as hell but I do.
Kyle brings our lips together again, allowing me to taste myself on him. It’s a mix of his strength, power, and my spiciness. It’s alluring as hell. A craving I’ve never felt before takes hold of my lower abdomen.
“I need you inside of me,” I beg, shamelessly. I might die if I don’t feel his cock soon.
A sly grin spreads over his pink lips, wet from my juices and our kiss. “I knew you would beg eventually.”
Cocky bastard.
“Fuck you,” I groan as his hand cups my pussy.
“You’re about to, baby,” he promises against my lips.
Kyle quickly disposes of his clothes. I watch with my bottom lip tucked between my teeth as he rolls the Magnum over his massive rod.
“Is … that thing real?” I say without thinking.
His eyes land on me, that arrogant smirk of his growing. “Are you scared, Riley?”
Kind of.
I scramble for an answer, but Kyle’s faster. He leans in and kisses my forehead, the tip of my nose, and finally my lips. Tension seeps out of me with each press of his lips against my skin.
“It’s all real,” he says before biting my earlobe. “And all for you.” That’s the last warning I get before he’s pushing inside of me.
I go to wrap my arms around his shoulders, but he takes my wrists in one of his hands and pins them over my head. With his other hand, he tucks my leg high on his waist. This position gives him more room to slip deeper inside of me.
“Breathe, Riley.”
I exhale for the first time in I don’t know how long.
He doesn’t move at first. Instead, his eyes search mine as if he’s making sure I’m okay. That same cockiness is there, but it’s accompanied by a level of caring and sweetness that I never would’ve expected from Kyle … not before this weekend.
I give him a slight nod.
That’s when he starts to move. His eyes never leave mine as he pistons his hips. He feels sinfully good inside of me. He drops his head to the crook of my neck and traces the veins there with his tongue. All of the sensations filling my body blur my vision.
I attempt to wiggle my wrists free from his hold. I want to touch him, to pull him closer to me. But Kyle never breaks the grasp he has around my wrists. He does capture my lips in another searing kiss. Our bodies move against one another’s, finding a rhythm that matches us perfectly.
He’s demanding yet gentle and soft at the same time. Kyle is all consuming as he plunders my body, chasing me higher and higher up the ladder of pleasure. Soon, I feel as if I’ll break apart.
And that’s when the explosion happens.
The orgasm overtakes every inch of my body. I don’t even realize that I’m yelling his name until I come down from my high, my voice hoarse.
Kyle tenses above me, and his hand clenches around my wrists firmly as he empties into the condom.
For a while panting is the only sound in the room.
Then Kyle rolls us over so that I’m laying on top of him. He’s still throbbing inside of me.
“That would be a yes,” he murmurs, smirking.
“What are you talking about?”
That grin of his grows. “You’re a screamer.”
CHAPTER 19
Kyle
“I cannot believe how damn competitive you are.” Riley glares at me over her shoulder from the kitchen.
I lean back against the arm of the couch and drag my eyes over the black lace panties, garter belt, and skin tone stockings she’s wearing. Over the panties she wears a red apron that skims the tops of her thighs.
“You shouldn’t have dared me,” I reply, my eyes firmly planted on her ass.
Riley is half naked in her kitchen, chopping vegetables because she dared me to a game of bowling. She thought she could beat me. That’s when I bet her that if she lost, she’d have to cook me dinner in nothing but a pair of heels and a panty set.
She lost because no fucking way was I about to miss out on this opportunity.
“You could’ve let me win.” She points the knife in her hand in my direction. “I was on my deathbed mere hours ago.”
I chuckle and take a long pull from the beer in my hands. It’s either keep my hands wrapped around this bottle, or bend Riley over that counter and have her scream down the roof.
But I’m relishing watching her wearing next to nothing while she cooks for me.
“You weren’t dying when you were constantly telling me how fine you were. Even when I could see you were still in pain.” She’s a hundred percent recovered from her migraine. I wouldn’t have taken her out to bowl, let alone cook for me in the kitchen with heels on, if I thought otherwise.
“What happened to the considerate guy who was ready to hand feed me grilled cheese and soup? He would never have me doing this.”
She’s complaining but her ass continues to chop those vegetables.
“He,” I start as I place the bottle down on the island and move to stand behind her because I can’t not be close to her any longer; I press my front against her backside and lower my chin to her shoulder, “absolutely would have you half naked in the kitchen, cooking. You’re just lucky that I’m hungry enough not to have bent you over a stool yet.”
I smile when a tremor runs through her body. She gives me a side-eye before going back to mixing a bowl of eggs.
“What are you making anyway?” She hasn’t told me what we’re having. There are numerous bowls, dishes, and appliances going.
“Breakfast for dinner,” she says cheerily. She can gripe all she wants but Riley is enjoying being the loser of this bet as much as I’m enjoying being the victor. “We’re having omelets with spinach, mushrooms, and bacon. And a personal fave of mine, sweet potato waffles.”
She points to the waffle maker to her left that’s warming up. I glance around, noting the various appliances and how comfortable she is around the kitchen.
“You like cooking,” I say.
She smiles at me over her shoulder. My eyes drop to those red lips. Yes, I also insisted as part of the bet that she wear red lipstick while cooking for me. My dick presses against my pants as the image of that lipstick smeared over her mouth while she’s sucking me off makes its way to the forefront of my mind.
I take a step back to break our physical contact. Otherwise, she won’t get to finish preparing this meal. Over the past day and a half, I’ve taken Riley at least four different times. And that’s just with my dick. It’s not counting the number of times I’ve had my head between her legs.
Her pussy needs a break.
Which was why she insisted we go out bowling.
“Did you grow up cooking?” I ask, needing to think about something other than screwing her again.
She lets out a hollow laugh. “If learning to boil hotdogs and microwave chicken nuggets counts as cooking, then yeah.” There’s bitterness in her words. The same tone that was present when she talked a little about her father two nights ago.
“When Ladybug came to live with me, I decided to learn to cook. I didn’t want her eating microwavable meals and whatnot every day.”
From my position, I can see her profile. Her face lights up when she mentions her niece.
“How long has she been with you?”
“Since she was five. So, almost six years.”
“But she goes to school back east?”
She nods. “Bowen Boarding Academy.”
I blow out a whistle. “I went to college and grad school with a few people who graduated from there. It’s a hell of a school.”
Riley beams with pride. “That’s because my baby’s a genius.”
Again, she reminds me of my mom when she’s talking about one of us.
“She’s in like the top two percent for math and analytics. She’s crazy smart when it comes to numbers and formulas, and science and all of that stuff. That comes naturally to her, but she works hard to be as good in the social sciences, too. Too hard, in my opinion. I often have to remind her that it’s okay to take a night off from studying.”
“She sounds like a hard worker.” I move to her side and watch as she ladles a scoop of the sweet potato mix onto the griddle.
“She’s only eleven. There’s plenty of time for her to work down the road. Her job is to remain a kid for as long as possible.”
“She can’t be a child forever. I was in the Townsend offices at that age.”
Riley frowns up at me. “You can’t be serious.”
“I am. It was the best training ground for my career.”
She rolls her eyes. “You were a child. You should’ve gotten to have childhood experiences.”
“I did. Make no mistake. It was my choice to be there. It’s still my choice to make my family proud.”
She pauses and looks at me with sincerity. “I don’t want her to worry about adult things until she needs to. She’s already halfway across the country from me.” Her frown deepens. “I miss her.”
“How long has she been at Bowen?”
“Two years. Feels like longer, even though she comes home for the summers and school breaks of course.” Sadness infiltrates her voice.
I move behind her again and run my hands up and down the length of her arms. Though she’s barely wearing any clothing and she looks hot as fuck, my movements are more for comfort than for pleasure.
“What happened to her parents?”
Riley stiffens at my question. I realize right away it’s a sensitive topic. But I’m greedy and I want to know more about Riley’s life. What makes her tick? She obviously has a deep love for her niece.
“Her mom died soon after she was born. She had a rare heart condition. The pregnancy exacerbated that. That’s what my brother told me. And he …” She trails off. “Well, he took after our father. When I saw that, I couldn’t sit by and let her be subject to that. I convinced him that she would get a more stable life with me.”
She snorts.
“The irony. I had only moved into an apartment from the homeless shelter two months before that. But I knew I could give her more than what my brother was willing to give her.”
“Family’s important to you?” I ask.
“Ladybug’s the only family I really have.”
She lowers the lid of the waffle maker before turning to face me. Our fronts brush up against one another. I bracket her in place with my hands on either side of her body against the counter.
“I already know family’s important to you. Tell me about your siblings.”
A smile crests on my lips. “Kennedy and I are the oldest.”
“Twins, right?”
I nod. “Then Andreas and Thiers. Also twins.”
“Wait,” she spins to me with a spatula in her hand. “Your mother had two sets of twins?” Her eyes bulge when I chuckle and nod.
“That’s insane.”
“Then there’s the baby of the bunch, Stasi.”
“What are they like?”
“Kennedy’s headstrong.”
Riley snorts. “She’s not the only one. Ouch!” She yelps when I smack her ass.
“I’m not headstrong.”
“Stubborn is more like it. Keep going.”
“She’s early in her career as an investigative reporter. Because of it, she’s out of town a lot. Plus, she likes travel. She got really into it when we went on an around-the-world trip as teenagers.”
“Really?” Her eyes go wide. “Your whole family?”
“It was a year after my mother went into remission for breast cancer.”
Her eyes sadden.
“She’s been in remission for almost a decade now. Andreas is the outgoing, charming type,” I continue, changing the subject back to my siblings. “He’s always been a performer, which is why he’s in L.A.”
Riley gasps. “Wait, your brother isn’t Andreas Briggs, is it? From that teen sitcom Over the Bridge?”
My eyebrows pop. “How’d you put that together?” Andreas goes by a different public last name. It’s to keep his professional and personal life as separate as possible. For the past two years, he’s had a starring role in a popular teen drama. At nineteen, he’s poised to make a big splash in the entertainment industry.
She stares at me. “I see the resemblance. He looks like a younger version of you and your father.”
“He’s one of us.”
“Is his twin also an actor?”
My heart sinks slightly at the thought of my youngest brother. “Thiers is in the Army. He dropped out after only one year in college. He’s the most reserved out of all of us.” My brother wouldn’t be caught dead performing for an audience. He’d just as well shoot them.
“Stasi is still in high school. But she loves cooking and tells anyone in earshot that she’s going to open her own restaurant someday.”
“That’s amazing. You talk about your family with such pride in your voice.”
Her smile is tender.
“I’m proud of all of them. And we haven’t even gotten to my cousins yet. They’re all younger, though. Still in middle and high school. But I know they’ll all take on the world one by one.”
“Just like they’re older cousin leading the way.” She looks me in the eye as she says this.
My heart swells with something I want to bottle up and keep close to me forever.
“I’m not the oldest, though.”
“That’s Diego right? How is he? I don’t think I’ve seen him since that night in Miami. I’m surprised he doesn’t work for the family company.”
“He left that same night he stormed off the beach. Spent two weeks out of town with Monique—his best friend, and he’s been busy with work.” I don’t mention why he doesn’t work at Townsend real estate because, honestly, I still don’t know what’s holding him back.
She looks me directly in the eyes, searching for something. “That’s why you work so hard, huh?”
I lift an eyebrow, wondering what conclusions she’s drawing about me. Ordinarily, I don’t care for anyone figuring me out, but I don’t mind it so much with her.
“Most people would assume it’s born out of pure ambition. Or just because you’re some crazy workaholic who gets off on sixteen-hour days. But you do it for your family.”
“Family is everything.”
She cocks her head to the side like my comment surprises her.
“You don’t agree?”
“No, I do. It’s just … I haven’t really ever had a real family, not in the typical sense. Anyway, dinner’s done,” she says, turning again to the counter.
She may have lost the bet, but I’m not a total asshole. I help set the table for our breakfast-dinner meal. But when Riley starts to round the glass table to sit on the other side, I wrap my arms around her and pull her onto my lap.
“You’ll eat from here.”
“First you make me cook while naked for you. Now you’re not even going to let me eat in peace.” She huffs but I see the smile she’s working to suppress.
“Be lucky I’m not feeding you my cock for dinner instead.”
She almost chokes on the sip of iced tea she just took.
I pat her back a couple of times before rubbing my hand up and down her spine. “Was it something I said?”
She glares at me, and dammit if she keeps that up, we’re not going to make it through dinner.
“I suggest you eat quickly,” I growl. “I can only sit with you like this for so long before I have you moaning my name.”
Riley
“What?” Eve sounds absolutely outraged. “Aunt Ry, did you hear what he just said?” she screeches.
I shake my head and give Kyle a pitiful look as I hold my phone between the two of us. We’re sitting on the couch in my living room. We almost made it through dinner before Kyle started to feel me up. Beneath my butt I felt the swell of his dick, which caused a growing warmth in my core.
However, when Kyle started to lift me onto the counter, my phone rang. Eve was right on time for our usual Sunday evening call. Now, she’s chastising Kyle for his poor movie viewing habits.
“How could you not have seen The Greatest Showman?” she demands to know.
“I’m not into musicals,” he replies, sounding casual and not at all offended.
“How is that … Have you seen Hamilton?” she tries again.
I can see by the expression on his face that the answer is going to be a no.
