Single Daddy (The Single Brothers Book 1) Page 6

  Silence.

  She doesn’t protest or say anything.

  She lifts her head up, and she’s staring into my eyes.

  “Kylie?”

  Her breathing quickens as I pull her close and kiss her gently. I’m expecting her to say something, anything, to tell me to stop. I want to rip her clothes off, but I know that she wants something else from me. She’s kissing me back gently, and then I part her mouth with my tongue. I’m teasing, waiting for her to tell me to stop if she’s not in the mood. She's saying nothing as I inhale her sweet citrus fragrance. It starts to get my blood racing, and then she moans softly as I draw one of her lips between mine while sucking on it gently.

  It drives me wild, as if it’s the first time that I’ve heard her make the sound. I want to make her moan over and over again, and then when she’s done, I’ll send her to another level and make her scream.

  I lift her up so that she’s in between my legs. She rests on my swollen cock, which fucking hurts. The torture is too much because all I can think about is ripping her clothes off right now. She’s so fucking wet, I can feel it in her jeans.

  This is so hard because she’s looking at me with lust in her eyes. Between her swollen plump mouth and knowing that she’s the only woman that can suck me dry, I find it difficult to focus on anything but that mouth on my cock once more.

  “Do you want me to suck you?” she asks, and I realize that I’m predictable in my bedroom antics.

  “No, I want to take my time with you.”

  I start to slowly peel the straps from her shirt and lift her arms up.

  “We could go up to the bedroom.”

  I smile. “No, I feel like blessing the sofa right now. We’ve never done it here.”

  The kitchen, bedroom floor, even the damn stairs… but never the fucking sofa.

  "You're kidding me, right? We did it here first. Only last week."

  Shit, she's got me there.

  “You’re so kinky! Anywhere and any excuse, right?” She raises her eyebrow, and as I slip her shirt down her stomach revealing her tits, I take one in each hand and squeeze them gently. I savor the softness of them. They feel fucking out of this world. She lets out a sharp moan as I lift her up so that I can suck her nipples.

  “You like it like this.”

  I bite her areola slightly.

  “I just love the way that you touch me.” She starts to pant as I slip my hand around her back pulling her closer to me. I engulf the whole thing in my mouth. Her skin’s like pure silk, and I find it intoxicating as I change positions to have her underneath me.

  I’m going to give her pleasure like she's never known, and I kiss my way around her chest in small circles and relish the sight of her coming apart. I love the way that she rocks her body back and forth. It makes me know that she’s on her way… on that journey that I love to take her on. She’s moving her hands up and down my shoulders, trying to touch me whenever she can, and then she tugs at my shirt.

  “Take it off. I want to feel your body next to mine.”

  I move closers to her as she sits up and takes my shirt over my head.

  Kylie strokes my back, and her little fingers are so delicate and soft. I move my hands to her ass, and that’s when I realize that she has no panties underneath her shorts.

  “No panties?”

  She laughs. “What’s the point when you keep taking them off all the time?”

  I can feel her ass through the shorts, but it’s not enough, and I start to pull them from her legs. I move quickly to squeeze and part her cheeks. She’s so fucking wet as I brush her pussy, and she lets out a whimper. Then she shifts positions trying to force contact. I hold on to her firmly, and I know that she’s going to love it.

  “Get on all fours!”

  I need to see that fucking ass. She hesitates for a minute and then turns over and takes my breath away. Fuck, she’s perfect. The pronounced hips, the round ass… There’s nothing that can match her beauty.

  “You’re so fucking sexy!”

  She nervously laughs. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” Kylie’s lost a lot of weight in her legs since she started walking. It’s as if she’s losing weight, but not to be slim—just the perfect figure-eight. I squeeze her cheek and then grab it. I can’t get enough of her. I’m pinching her and watching her cheeks turn red. This time, I hone in on her clit as I gently slide my fingers inside of her.

  She starts to rock, and I know that she’s starting to come. Her voice changes as her orgasm rips through her. It doesn’t take much for her body to start trembling, and then she arches her back as I milk every bit of pleasure from her. I love watching her come. It’s so damn easy, but the real challenge is making her do it over and over again.

  She catches her breath and says, “Wow! You do it to me every single time.”

  “Yes.”

  I feel as if I just came, but whenever she comes, I just find myself speechless.

  Her eyes are on my cock. “I’ve wanted to suck you from the moment you touched me.” She’s not even asking for my permission, but I stop her with my hand.

  “Please.”

  I turn and sit down on the sofa as she greedily pulls on my belt buckle. I want to sit so that I can see her naked body rocking while she’s sucking my cock. I groan as her fingers close in on my shaft.

  “Shit!”

  “Did I hurt you?”

  I shake my head. “No. It felt so damn good.”

  “Oh, I haven’t even begun…”

  She starts to jerk it gently as we keep eye contact, and then she leans in closer, and her mouth is on my tip. I can feel her breath hot on my skin. Those plump lips are making their way down my cock. Her mouth’s soft and wet. I let out a sort of roar from my chest. I love it when she sucks my cock. She starts to find her rhythm as she goes from teasing my head to relaxing and taking me in deeper. I think that she has nearly a third of my length down her throat. She’s teasing and stroking it in all the right places.

  I don’t know what’s turning me on more—Kylie being on all fours or her burying my cock deeper into her mouth. I can’t even watch her body anymore, and I start to lose control as she begins to pump her mouth in time with her hand. She’s sending waves of pleasure through me, by using one and then then the other. I can feel it as my hands curl and hold on to the sofa. She’s working my entire length with every motion.

  I let out a growl so fucking loud as Kylie speeds up while honing in on my head. It’s as if she knows that I’m close, and more importantly, she’s enjoying it. I explode in her mouth, but not in one shot. It’s just coming over and over again as I lose control of my hips and mind. I can’t even open my eyes.

  I’m trying to compose myself and try to see clearly. I look up, and Kylie’s still in between my legs.

  “Wow, I don’t need to eat again tonight.”

  “Shit, it was loads, right?”

  “I didn’t even think that you could come that much.”

  “Neither did I.”

  She stands up and gathers her clothes. “Does this mean that we can go to bed now?”

  I grab the remote and turn off the TV. I laugh at the idea of us doing anything else. Parenthood’s hard. Richard’s not even walking around, and he’s tiring me out. Kylie’s just taken a load of me, and I have to get up early and go to the ranch.

  “Don’t put your clothes on. I want to hold your naked body all night long,” I say as I buckle my jeans. I love seeing her naked; it’s a work of fucking art. Everything about her is.

  “Only if you do the same.”

  I nod. “Try stopping me, but I think that I’m done for the night.”

  I point at my cock because I didn't believe that it would ever get tired.

  “Good, because so am I.”

  We walk up the stairs holding hands, and I decide that tomorrow when I come home from lunch, I’m going to tell her exactly how I feel. I don’t want her to stay for a few weeks. If she’ll consider it, I want her to mo
ve in for good.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Noah

  It's as if one minute, everything's perfect. I'm supposed to be working on the ranch for a bit, and then I'll come home, cook us lunch, maybe go out for a picnic, and then I'll ask Kylie. That was my fucking plan for the day.

  Not this. One phone call, and everything's fucking upside down.

  I hate my dad and especially Stephanie. If my money weren't tied up in the ranch, I would give it to them. How dare they make Kylie feel guilty for their mistakes.

  “So, are you going to run that by me once again?” I ask Kylie as she’s packing her bags to leave.

  “Terence took out some loan on the house. Never told mom or anything.” She takes a deep breath, and all I can think about is why any woman would fall in love with such a lowlife.

  Never mind the fact that the man was running around fucking God knows who when my mom was sick. He knew, but he didn’t care. Sometimes, I think that maybe he’s changed—that he’s no longer a prick—but then he always does something to make it known. A leopard can’t change its spots.

  “With me not working, they need money to pay it off or they’ll lose the apartment.”

  “Well, your mom can get a job.”

  “Really, doing what?”

  A real one that doesn’t involve claiming to be Kylie’s manager and just following her everywhere she goes. A job like the one she had before Kylie hit the lights.

  I shake my head. There’s no talking to Kylie. It’s clear that she’s made her mind up. She’s going, and there’s nothing I can do to stop her.

  “I’m going to record a song and come back.”

  I laugh, thinking that she’s so naive. She’s not just going to record a song. She’s going back for good.

  “Why are you laughing? Don’t you think that this is hard for me too?

  “No. It's not about that. You'll go back and remember the good life. Fuck, when we were in high school, all you ever did was either sing in a band or solo. The only thing that you've ever worked for in your life is to be a singer. You're telling me that you'll go back and then you'll be like ‘let me give this up to go and live on a ranch and bring up someone else's kid.’”

  She shakes her head as she approaches me. I know that she wants to hold and reassure me, but just then Richard's whimpering, so I go into his room. He'll probably fall back asleep, but I need his comfort and especially his smell to stop me from exploding.

  “This isn’t fair Noah. I never wanted any of this.” She’s running after me, but I can’t pretend how I feel. For years, this woman told me that she wanted nothing to do with me. I let down my guard and let her in, and then she spits on it.

  Well, not exactly spit.

  More shits, pees, and vomits all over it.

  “Just grab your things and go!”

  That’s my final word, and I slam the door in her face. She’s knocking on Richard’s door and asking, “Can I at least say goodbye?”

  She waits by the door and knocks a few more times, pleading each and every time. I’m just about to open it when I hear her on her phone, the words she says making me change my mind.

  “I’m leaving now!”

  I don’t care who she’s talking to. I just want her gone. I’m saving her the headache of pretending that she’ll come back. She won’t. She knows it, and so do I.

  ***

  I’m putting Richard to sleep and debating whether I should just put him in his stroller and go for a walk. I decide to put him in his stroller and get some fresh air. I fell asleep with him in my arms after I heard the door shut.

  Who would have thought that an emotional battle could drain the life out of you?

  I wouldn’t have, until now.

  “You and I are going to get some fresh air,” I say to him as I dump my phone on the couch and decide to head out. Martin says that he will bring his kids later on, and we can all go to the park. Dan’s already told me the real reason that Martin's coming around later. Apparently, he kicked Gia out. I can’t say that I’m upset about it, because I’m not, but I do like the idea that my friend’s got some balls. At this rate, we have three kids between us, and we could start a day care.

  I laugh at the idea of it.

  Richard’s either laughing or smiling. Damn, he’s in a good mood. I wonder how long that’ll last. Once he knows that Kylie’s no longer around, that smile will turn into a frown.

  I manage to put some sunscreen on him and then head down the stairs. I just need my keys and the stroller. I strap him in and head to the door. When I open it, I can’t believe who’s standing there with her hand on the doorbell.

  I recognize her from the moment I see her. “Candy?”

  She waves. “Hi Noah. Is this who I think it is?”

  She smiles as she bends down to Richard in his stroller. He looks indifferent—the same way that he does whenever he sees a stranger. He has that ‘Who the fuck are you look?’ Kylie said that he gets it from me, but I beg to differ.

  “Wow, it’s been…”

  “Four weeks.”

  “Four long weeks.” I sigh as I think about what to say to her. I had a vision that this day would come, but I expected it to be months from now. Or even years. Not just a few weeks later.

  “Can I come in?” she asks, and I don’t hesitate in telling her.

  “We were going out for a walk. Join us.”

  I smile even though it’s only because I’m tired. I regret the way that Kylie left. I should have been supportive and told her that I was an ass. I hate that one thing that always gets in the way—that shitty little thing called pride.

  “Okay.”

  She smiles, and she’s still trying to get Richard’s attention, but he’s not having any of it.

  “It’s as if he doesn’t recognize me,” she says, disappointed. I look at her, and she appears a lot older than she did in Vegas. It’s as if she’s grown up so much in such a short period of time. Then again, she’s fully clothed in jeans and has no makeup on, compared to Vegas when she had more makeup on than she had clothes.

  “You look good.” I ignore the fact that she’s upset that she dumped her son with a stranger for four weeks and then expected him to be happy to see her. Part of me is happy that he’s behaving that way, but then maybe he takes after me a little too much because he should be glad to see her.

  I haven’t exactly been dad of the year with him.

  “Yes, I feel so much better. I went to a retreat and realized that I had so much to give, and I shouldn’t have just thought that I couldn’t be the mother I wanted to be to Richard.”

  The only sounds are our shoes against the pebbled pathway, and I think about moving quicker so that we can get on the paved path that I made for his stroller so that it was smoother for him to sleep. I only did a few yards, but I had visions of finishing at least a couple of miles so that Kylie could run and push the stroller at the same time.

  She continues to say the words I know she came to say.

  “I was in a dangerous place. I thought that Richard would be better off with you. You have money…”

  “You must have too, if you spent all this time in a retreat.”

  She gets defensive. “I know what I did was wrong. Let’s face it. You were in Vegas and just out to have fun.”

  We stop walking because now she’s pissing me off.

  “So, this is why you dumped your baby on me?”

  I meant ‘our baby’, but for some reason, he felt like hers at that particular moment.

  She shakes her head. “Wow, so you never bonded with him or anything? So, it’s no big deal if I take him.”

  “You are a selfish bitch. First, you’re pregnant and you don’t bother to contact me.” I start waving my hands in the air. I’m angry, fucking pissed. “Then you dump him on me. Then, when you feel better, you come to take him away.”

  She slaps me on the face so fucking hard that if I was an animal, any less of a man, I would have hit her back. But, I
don’t. I take it.

  “Take your child and get off my property!”

  I start walking back to the house.

  “What about his things?”

  I spit out, “Go buy your fucking own!”

  She has money and Richard. Stephanie and dad have Kylie. They should all let me be so I can go back to the way things were before they all came into my life and turned it upside down.

  Freedom!

  Chapter Fifteen

  Kylie

  I’m driving for so many miles, and I keep looking at my phone. All it takes is one phone call, and I’ll go running back to Noah. Fuck, I’ll even leave my car. I don’t need it. Just him. But he doesn’t feel that way. I’m not walking out on him. There’s got to be a way. I just need to figure out what it is. I sit back and concentrate on driving.

  It’s a long drive, but I know that I’ll find the way. I’ve got to. I’ve been kidding myself for the last three years. I don’t intend to keep living a lie.

  As I go directly to the studio and meet with John, I have butterflies in my belly. Mom expects me to go to the house and meet with them first. The truth is, I can’t. The idea that I need to bail them out makes me feel sick to my stomach. I know Noah’s right, but unlike him, I can’t just turn my back on my family.

  I didn’t go home and bring Mom with me. I thought that it was best to do this alone. That way, I could figure out the best way to go forward.

  “Thanks for coming. I thought that you weren’t going to show up.”

  I hadn’t even parked my car in the space, and John was outside waiting for me.

  “Wow, John. Nice to see you too.”

  He shakes his head. “We can leave the formalities for later. So, far so good. You’ve lost weight. The songs you sent are excellent—a couple fucking good ones are in there. I just need to know that you’re on board.”

  I sigh. “Not exactly.”

  He starts to panic. “You asked for six weeks. Got you eight. And now you’re bailing out on me?”

  “Take a deep breath and hear me out. I just want a back seat in this ride. The label can give me a deal for the songs and just get someone else to sing them. That’s all I love to do—write. I realize that now. Once I wasn’t in the spotlight and on demand, I could perform better.”