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His grip on my waist tightens, fingers pressing into my skin so hard that I’ll probably have bruises.
And then I shatter, the pleasure incredible and devastating and consuming. His hips keep moving, prolonging the ecstasy. I’m barely aware of him coming, too, the way he groans my name immensely satisfying.
I collapse against the mattress, boneless and breathless.
Roll over once my breathing is closer to normal.
Kyle smirks down at me, then leans over and plants a soft kiss on my lips.
Something about that juxtaposition—the wild sex and the gentle gesture—makes my heart ache.
“Are you staying?” I ask, then hold my breath as I wait for him to answer.
“Do you want me to?”
“Yeah.”
“Then, I’ll stay.” He kisses me again, then pulls away to head into the hallway.
A minute later, I hear the bathroom sink running.
I turn on my back, limbs spread like a starfish on the soft cotton of my comforter. I have no desire to move. I just want to lie here, savoring this moment.
My eyes close, not opening again until I feel the mattress dip with his weight. I roll over so I’m half-splayed on his chest. His arm comes up to wrap around my waist, tugging me even closer.
“How did it go with Bailey?” I ask, drawing tiny circles on his chest with my pointer finger. I almost texted him to ask, then talked myself out of it.
“Okay, I think. She asked about you. We explored the ranch a little. She met Mabel and John. Fed some of the calves.”
“Wait.” I sit up. “Calves. Like adorable baby cows?”
“Uh, yes. We have to breed them to milk them.” There’s an insultingduhtone to his voice, like I might not understand how that aspect of the dairy industry works.
“Iknowthat, Kyle. Where were they? I never saw them.”
He blinks at me. “The calf barn is past the milking shed. I guess you never walked that far?”
I huff, then lie back down. “I guess not.”
“If you’re ever back in Texas, we’ll have more.” Kyle keeps talking, like he’s not ready for me to respond to that open invitation. “And it turns out, Bailey is interested in music. I gave her the guitar I’d taught myself on. She’s supposed to learn a song before she visits next summer. When I call her next, I’m hoping there will be a little less dead air.”
“There will be.”
“We’ll see.”
His fingers glide up and down my arm in a light touch. I’m swollen and a little sore, but suddenly tempted to start all over again.
“How come you didn’t tell your family about your promotion?”
I sigh. “I don’t know. They’ve never gotten me and music. I mean, they didn’t even know whoKyle Spencerwas.” His fingers pinch my side, and I smile. “I guess I got tired of trying to convince them that it mattered. They all have a job meant to save lives and protect people. Caring about a band who plays in a dive bar isn’t as important.”
“There’s also more to life than speeding tickets and arrests. I’m not saying what your family does isn’t important. But if more people cared about bands playing in dive bars, maybe there would be less violence in the world. Discovering a band wouldn’t just change their lives. It’d change the lives of everyone who listened to their music. Get them through the hard times and the good ones.”
“Play at their wedding?” I tease.
The side of his mouth I can see turns upward. “I’m surprised you allowed that.”
“It was their day. I wasn’t going to make a scene about it.”
