the same way. But that was okay; we all had secrets. It had taken Kyle twelve years to voice hers.
Maybe it would take me just as long to tell her mine.
“If you would have told me back then, I would have protected you,” I said. “Nothing would have happened to you. I would have made sure of that.”
I saw the guilt hit her, and she tried to look away. I wouldn’t let her. There was no more looking away. It was just us now. So, I tipped her chin up and pointed her lips toward mine.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’ll be saying that for the rest of my life.”
“I don’t want you to. It’s over. Behind us. We don’t have to talk about it again.”
“But what about us? You said you have feelings. What exactly does that mean?”
Her voice was so small I could feel her nerves. That was just the opposite from the way she had acted on the beach, almost reaching through my jeans to grab my cock.
“I have something I need to take care of first.”
“Of course. I should have figured that,” she said. “You live in Vegas, and I’m here and—”
“No, that’s not what I meant, Kyle.” I leaned my head down, so I could taste her mouth. “I was talking about your brother.”
“Oh…right.”
“Anthony is fucking dead.”
She opened her mouth and shut it real quick.
“You had to know that when you came out with the truth. You don’t get to kill people I care about and get away with it.”
“I know.”
“Did he ever hurt you?”
“No.”
I held her face tighter. “Did he ever hurt you, Kyle?”
“No. I would tell you. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t tell you at this point.”
I could feel that she was telling me the truth. Her pulse was steady; she held eye contact. I didn’t think I’d have a problem with her lying to me again.
“When are you leaving?” she asked.
After dropping us off in Florida, my pilot had immediately flown back to Vegas. He wasn’t out of hours. I just needed a reason to spend more time with her and get the truth out of her. The hospital wasn’t the right place for that. She was there to heal.
Florida was the right place, and it had worked.
“Do you want me here for a few more days?” I asked.
“I want that so badly.”
So did I. I wanted to spend those days with my face between her legs. What had happened on the beach was too quick; it didn’t give me a chance to taste her. But, now, I would have the time.
And why the fuck should I wait another second?
“Do you know what I want?” I asked.
“What?”
I lifted her off my lap and set her on the bed, wedging myself between her thighs. Her shorts were in my way, so I ripped them off her legs and moved my mouth to her cunt.
“Garin,” she moaned, grabbing my hair and pulling it.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Oh God, no.”
I swiped my tongue over her clit. She was so turned on that it was already a little swollen. And the taste of it was so goddamn good. I gave her more, flicking the tip of my tongue from side to side. She grabbed the blanket with both hands and lifted it off the bed while her legs spread, and her hips bucked.
This was the sexiest I’d ever seen her.
I stuck a finger into her pussy and felt it clench around my knuckle. “Do you want more, baby?”
“Yes,” she groaned.
I gave her a second finger and one in her ass. I liked being back in there again. That tight hole was just begging for my cock. Begging to be spread and fucked so hard.
She’d get it.
She’d get every inch of it…because I knew she could handle it.
In my head, I laughed at the thought.
But in front of me, I watched her arch her back and rock her pussy against my mouth.
I could feel how close she was, and I wanted to give her the orgasm she deserved. There was no reason to punish her and not let her get off, especially when she had been such a good girl today.
So, I licked her harder. I finger-fucked her faster.
And I felt her come against my mouth.
When she finally stopped moving, I slowly swiped my tongue across her again. I wanted to make sure I got everything that seeped out of her before I swallowed it down.
“Wow.” She looked at me from between her legs. “When I was