Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 52851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
My restraint shattered. Gripping my cock, I positioned myself against her entrance, lowering her slowly. The moment the tip pushed inside, we both gasped. She was so tight, and so fucking wet.
I clenched my jaw, every muscle in my body straining to keep from losing it right then and there.
“Fucking hell,” I groaned against her neck. I had to take this slow, or I wasn’t going to last.
But Kyle had other ideas. With the strength of her thighs, she lifted herself—then slammed back down, taking all of me in one smooth, perfect motion.
“Kyle!” I shouted at the same time she screamed my name.
My hands tightened on her ass, gripping her as I thrust up into her, slamming her back against the wall with each movement. Her moans, the way she gasped my name, the way her pussy gripped me—it broke me.
Harder.
Faster.
I needed her in my mouth.
Her breasts bounced with every thrust, and I caught a nipple between my lips, sucking it deep, rolling my tongue over it while I pounded into her. She cried out, her walls fluttering around me.
She was close. I moved my hand between us, pressing my thumb against her clit, rubbing tight, fast circles. Her body tensed, every muscle going rigid, as her breath caught. I felt it the moment she let go. Kyle shattered, her pussy clamping down around me so tight that I saw stars.
“Jagger!” she screamed, her nails digging into my shoulders.
Her orgasm hit me like a fucking freight train, and I lost it. With one last, deep thrust, I came so fucking hard I saw white, every nerve in my body igniting. I barely registered the spots dancing in front of my vision, barely processed the way my body shook with the force of it.
All I knew was her. The feel of her wrapped around me. The way she moaned my name. The way she owned me in a way no one ever had.
Kyle shuddered against me, her body melting into mine. Using the last bit of strength I had, I carried us both to the bed, keeping her wrapped around me. I laid us down, her on top of me, still connected, still breathing as one. Her body was boneless, her head resting against my chest.
“I’m not ready to lose you,” she murmured, sounding half-asleep.
I pressed a kiss to her hair. “I’m not ready to leave you.”
She rubbed her nose against my chest, getting comfortable. Seconds later, she was out, like someone had flicked a switch. In the few nights that we’d spent together, she’d never fallen asleep this easily.
But tonight was different. We had turned a corner. But there was still one thing standing between us, and I knew that I couldn’t keep it from her much longer.
Tomorrow was going to be a big day. Once Bo sent over the final piece of intel we needed, we’d be setting the plan into motion.
Piper would be coming home. And after that, Preacher would finally tell Kyle the truth. As much as I wanted that to happen for her, that part had me on edge. I didn’t know how she’d react—if she’d explode or shut down completely. But one thing was for damn sure: it was long overdue. She had spent too many years drowning in a lie, chasing ghosts, hating a man who had never given her the full story.
But once it was out, once she knew everything, that was when I’d really get to focus on the next step.
The thing was, I had never been in a real relationship before. I had no clue what “the next step” even was, but I’d figure it out because I wanted all of the steps with Kyle. Every fucking one of them.
I wanted to learn what made her laugh when she wasn’t guarded. I wanted to know what her favorite song was and if she’d let me catch her singing off-key in the car. I wanted to see the way her face lit up when she let herself be happy—not just content, not just in control, but carefree. I wanted to learn every curve of her body, not just in moments of heat but in the softness of waking up beside her. I wanted to learn how to be with her in ways that weren’t just sex, war, and chaos.
Because Kyle wasn’t just another woman in my life, she was the first one who had ever mattered. And that changed everything.
Chapter 8
Kyle
Iscanned the room, taking in the expressions of my team as the words left my mouth.
“Jared is coming.”
A ripple of reactions moved through the Ghosts, some subtle, some not. A muscle ticked in Noah’s jaw, Mace let out a slow exhale, his eyes narrowing slightly. Duke’s fingers tapped a steady rhythm against the table, his version of restless energy. No one spoke right away, though, because we all knew.