Kyle (Scandalous Boys Book 3) Page 8

  “You caused this.”

  “I know. I know. I’m an idiot. I’ll let you shave off my eyebrow. Or you can have a free shot at kicking me in the nuts. But I prefer you shave off an eyebrow or something.”

  And just like that I drop my anger. “Payback is a bitch, Kyle Mitchell Issac.”

  “Ooo, look at you pulling out the big guns using middle names.”

  I smile. “You’re a jerk. You know that, right?”

  “I do. I’m really sorry.” He kisses me again, and this time instead of wanting to smack him, I pull him in closer.

  I don’t know how long we end up kissing. I just know when we break apart this time, I want more.

  Kyle holds my gaze; then he says, “We should probably head inside for a bit.”

  I nod. Although I’m not sure I want to leave this moment. Not just yet.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Kyle

  It took literally every single ounce of energy I had to pull away from Em’s delicious mouth. Believe me, I’m kicking myself over it even if it had to be done. At least for now it did.

  We walk into the house, and my little sister scowls at me. “We’re eating in a few. Go wash up unless you drank your dinner again.”

  I just glower at her and walk to my room. Her mothering shit needs to stop real quick. Em is apparently sick of my little sister’s bullshit too because it doesn’t take long for her to snap, “Maddy, jump out of my business. You’re being a total downer.”

  “I just … Em … I’m sorry,” Madison shouts back.

  Emily follows me into my room and paces as I take a seat on my bed. “You believe her?”

  “It’s Maddy. She’s the one who keeps us in line,” I say.

  “Well, she needs to stop. I love her. I do. But jeez. She doesn’t understand there is a lot of stuff going on in my life. Sometimes it’s just better to handle things alone instead of get a bunch of people involved. You know?”

  I nod.

  “I know you get it. I just wish she did.”

  “Me too.”

  Emily takes a seat next to me and rests her head on my shoulder. She feels good here. Really good. I rub her back, and she moans lightly. I’d be lying if I said that little moan didn’t turn me on.

  As I’m comforting her, my door pops open and Graham peeks into the room. “Hey. Uh. Yeah, your sister needed me to come get you two. Dinner is ready if you all are hungry.”

  Em pushes off my bed, and I follow.

  We all sit around the huge dining room table like our own personal Thanksgiving or something. It’s kind of awkward. Not because Em is being weird or quiet. We’re at opposite ends of the table. I can’t stop smiling at her. She can’t seem to stop smiling at me either. That’s not the awkward part though; it’s the odd looks we’re getting from everyone else.

  My sister drops her fork on her plate and scowls. “All right. I want to know what the hell is going on?”

  I laugh. “Nothing. Why?”

  “You two have acting strange since we arrived. I’m not crazy either. Everyone here can see it.”

  I raise a brow at Graham who refuses to look at me. I turn my stare over to Bryce; yeah, I’m kind of silently daring him to say something. He just shrugs and continues eating. Sarah’s eyes are the size of saucers while she stuffs her mouth with food. Which means this showdown will only be between me and my little sister.

  Before I get a chance to say anything, Emily beats me to it. “So if we’re happy, we’re weird? Is that what I’m hearing, Maddy?” She moves her chair and glares at my sister. “If I’m not moping, I’m not being me. I go to bed by myself instead of with some hot guy I met, and that means you need to come in and try to fix me. But you’re also the same person who told me that you wished I wasn’t so much of a player. How would you like me to act, Madison? What mood will satisfy you?”

  Maddy frowns. “That’s not what I meant. Of course I want you to be happy. Of course I hate seeing my best friend sad. But you’re both aren’t being your normal selves. You aren’t making sexual remarks about the guys on the beach.” She points at me. “And you haven’t made one lewd comment any of the females walking the beach in their basically thong bikinis. Yeah, I know something is up with you two and I want to know what I missed between this afternoon and now.”

  Emily cocks her head at my little sister and smiles. “We fucked like rabbits on the beach. That’s what you missed. A whole lot of sex. It was dirty and great. Wasn’t it, Kyle?”

  I gulp down some water. Bryce sprays his drink all over the table. Graham looks like he’s about to burst into a fit of laughter. My sister is not cracking a smile. She’s pissed and turns her glare at me. “You did not!”

  Well, shit. What to do? I could come clean. But I like winding my sister up, so I shrug. This dinner just got a whole lot more interesting, and I’m not about to spoil it with the truth. Although I probably should because Madison looks like she’s about to stab me with her steak knife right now.

  “Goddamnit, Kyle! I told you if you couldn’t be in a relationship my friends were off fucking limits!”

  “And … I think we’re done here. Come on, babe, before you do something you’ll regret like murder your brother,” Bryce says while prying my sister from her seat at the table.

  Sarah looks completely shocked. Graham doesn’t even wait until my sister leaves the room when he lets loose in a fit of laughter. Emily’s expression is the one I’m most fascinated with because it’s blank. I can’t tell if she’s satisfied, happy, or if she’s regretting everything. I just don’t know.

  Shit. Maybe I should have told the truth. Of course it would have been nice to have had a little bit of warning before she dropped the whole ‘we’ve been fucking’ bomb. Kind of wish we were really fucking.

  “Man, Kyle you really know how to set Maddy off,” Graham snickers. Sarah drives an elbow into his side, and Graham goes from smiling to groaning.

  I smirk at him as he nurses a possible bruised rib. Sarah snaps at me, “You better wipe the smile off your face, Kyle. This isn’t funny.” Then she glances at Emily. “And you know how she feels about the two of you. Why would you out what you two did over Christmas break?”

  I stare at Emily who doesn’t respond. Graham does. “Aw, no shit. You two hooked up during break? This shit just keeps getting better and better. Where was I?”

  Sarah slaps him upside the head. “Don’t give them props. Now, Madison won’t ever let you two be alone together. Which will make us,” she points a finger between her and Graham, “your newfound babysitters. Thanks a million for that.”

  “Wait. What? I’m not getting any now because those two decided to piss off Mads?” Graham asks. Sarah nods. He glares at Emily and then me. “Fucking great. Way to dick me over Kyle.”

  I move from the table. “You’re welcome. I guess. Because if it wasn’t for me coming here Mads, Sarah, Bryce or you would even be at this summer house. In fact without me, this trip would have never happened whether Mads paid for the stay or not since, my parents weren’t going to agree to it. So if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to take this lovely bottle of Jack that I got because, oh yeah, I’m twenty-two and I’m heading to my room.”

  My little sister can kiss my ass. Her friends can all kiss my fucking ass too.

  As I start moving toward my room, I hear a small clearing of a throat behind me. I turn and spot Em. I raise a brow at her. “Yes?”

  “Can we talk?”

  “Not really in the mood, Em.”

  “Well, we need to. It might be my only chance to get this out.”

  I open my door and let her in. As soon as she enters, I lock us in. She has a lusty gaze in her eyes. “Em, what do you want?”

  “I’m not sure. Can we talk for a bit?”

  I direct her to the bed. She takes a seat, and I take one next to her. She sighs heavily. “What are we doing, Kyle? I feel like we’re messing around, and I’m becoming one of your weekend girls. But I don’t want to be that.�
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  “I don’t know what is happening. I do know I don’t want it to stop.” I shift on my side and face her.

  “You need to know some things. I’m sure Maddy told you I’m not returning to Florida.”

  “She did.” I continue watching her, lightly touching her arm and cheek. But I make sure I don’t go further than that. Even though I wish I were.

  Her gaze drops and she blinks a few times. “I almost dropped out. Not because the classes were kicking my ass or anything. It was something else. I’m not ready to get into all of it yet.”

  “Em, I’m here. Whenever. If you tell me on this trip, awesome. If you tell me next Christmas, that’s cool too. The ball is in your court on that.” I am not going to push her. I know eventually she’ll tell me if she already opened up this much. However, my nerves are not settled because I know this only confirms my fear. Someone did something to Em, and I want to punish them.

  Maybe it would be better if she didn’t tell me.

  “Thanks.” She leans in and brushes her lips against mine. Her lips part, and I take the opportunity to deepen the kiss.

  She claws at my shirt so I strip it off. I study her gaze for a second and then my mouth is back on hers again. I loosen the grip on her back in case this is too tense for her. But she doesn’t break our kiss. She pushes my shoulder down and climbs on top of me. While her body straddles mine, I groan. God, this feels really freaking good.

  She grinds against me. I kiss her harder. She needs to understand this is totally going to happen. Maybe not tonight but it will fucking happen.

  I growl as soon as her lips leave mine and then trail down my neck. “Emily, I want you. God, I never stopped.”

  “Me neither.” She continues kissing me down my chest and toward my stomach. I love her mouth on my skin.

  I run my fingers through her hair and moan as she makes her way back up to my mouth. I move my hands down to her hips and grip them, then press her against my raging hard-on.

  “This is what you do to me all damn day long. Your voice, your touch, one look from you and this is what I feel.”

  “Kyle, I want to go further. I want to, but I can’t. Not yet. I won’t leave you high and dry though.”

  As soon as she says this, her hand slips past the top of my shorts. She touches me, and oh Jesus, it feels amazing. Her soft hand grips me and then strokes me just how I love it. The only thing getting in the way of making this the best hand job ever is my fucking shorts. So I take it upon myself to yank the damn things off without interrupting Emily.

  “Is this good?” she purrs.

  “Fuck yes.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  Emily

  I jerked Kyle off. I don’t know what came over me. The purpose of coming in here was just to talk. Not to get each other off. But that’s exactly what happened. He said, “I’m not going to be upstaged by a plastic dick. If my cock can’t be here, neither can your vibrating friend.”

  At first I thought a few curse words were in order. Who the hell is he to tell me what was allowed to pleasure me and what wasn’t? But I was also completely shocked to the point I was mute. I mean, no one has ever expressed their want for me that badly.

  Common sense should have kicked in, and I should have left the room. I knew once things started I wouldn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. And for the first time ever, I truly didn’t want to leave. If I’m completely honest here, I don’t want to find him a girl to mess around with. I want him to be with me, and that’s a dangerous want all in and of itself.

  In order to keep my heart still intact I made sure we didn’t go all the way. I don’t want to be easily dismissed. Going by Kyle’s record, that’s exactly what would have happened. Of course, he talks a good game, but I’m sure that’s how he gets other girls to go through with it. Then after they do, poof! he’s gone and off to better things.

  Keeping myself in check is difficult because my damn body reacts to him like no one I’ve ever met.

  As I lay next to him and he runs his rough callused hands through my hair, then skims my back, I can’t help but snuggle up closer to him. Kyle makes me feel completely safe. That right there is a blessing and a curse.

  It’s probably close to midnight. I’m scared to let him know I’m awake because he might ask me to leave. I’m also scared if I don’t leave soon things will be awkward in the morning like they were during Christmas break.

  I start to stir a little. Kyle continues to stroke my hair and places delicate kisses on my forehead. “Don’t leave,” he whispers.

  “I shouldn’t stay,” I mutter back.

  “Yes, you should. I want you to.”

  I lift my head and stare at him. “What about the others?”

  “We’ll deal with it when that problem arises. Stay.” I am still reluctant, but then he adds, “Please.”

  I remain in his bed. At least for tonight.

  The next morning I stretch and pat the spot next to me. It feels empty and cold. I pop an eye open and then groan. Of course he’d leave as soon as he could. I push myself out of his bed and start to get dressed when the door to his room opens. He enters with a tray of two cups of coffee and two plates filled with food.

  “I thought you left.”

  “I did. To get you and me some grub. I figured we can eat and talk about what happened and how this will go down. I guess.”

  I nod. I knew this good feeling with him would come to an end. Panic starts to surface while my hands become clammy. He’s going to tell me last night was a mistake. Or he’s going to tell me that I shouldn’t expect a relationship. I know Kyle is not down with being anyone’s anything. Maybe a friend. Maybe a wing person on the occasional. But a boyfriend is definitely not one of them.

  As I prepare myself for his little speech to come, I fill up on hash browns, toasts, and eggs, and wash it all down with black coffee.

  “What?” I ask after I glance up and notice he’s staring at me. Like I have stray food on my cheek or something.

  “I don’t know what this is, but I like it. It’s different. Em, you make me feel different.”

  I make a face. “Okay.” Just get it over with. Rip it off Band-Aid quick.

  “I don’t want to put labels on this or anything. But maybe we could just keep, I don’t know, having fun and see where it goes.”

  And here it is. He wants fun? My heart crinkles a bit at the word. “Fun? Yeah sure. I’ll be like your little bellhop.” I set my plate back on the tray, take a big swig off coffee, and march out of his room.

  “Em …” he shouts as I break across the hallway. “Come on. Come back. I didn’t mean it like that.”

  I slam the door into his face. Stupid Kyle. Stupid me for wanting more and thinking he was the person to give it to me. Kyle Issac will forever more be a player and nothing else.

  He pounds on my door. “Emily. Damn it! Open up. I didn’t mean it like that.”

  But I don’t open the door, and eventually he walks away.

  I can’t stay in this room. My plan is to quickly dress into different clothes and call the therapist’s office and make an emergency appointment. Surely she could tell me whatever this feeling I’m getting is totally normal or possibly a lapse in great therapy session or something. That’s one of the explanations I have for something like this.

  After I change, I pick up my cell from the charger and dial Dr. Sommers’s number. “Hello, Dr. Sommers’s office. How may I assist you?”

  “Hi. My name is Emily Emerson. Can I see Dr. Sommers today?”

  “Let me see.” I hear clicking of pen or something in the background. Then a slight hmmm before she says, “Oh, I see one opening. It’s in fifteen minutes. Is that okay?”

  “Yeah. That works great. Thanks.”

  I slip on my shoes and step out of my room and run directly into what could only be a wall. At least it felt like one. I look up into Kyle’s sexy green eyes. I practically melt from the slight smirk on his lips. I need to get out of here. “Not now. Whate
ver it is it can wait.”

  “But it can’t wait, Em.” He starts to follow me down the hall and out the door. I don’t want him to know where I’m going. I don’t want anyone in the house to know this. Not yet at least.

  “Seriously. Whatever it is it can wait.” I try to make a break for it but Kyle grabs my hand and pulls me toward him. “Kyle. Please. I need to be somewhere. Right now.”

  “Where? I’ll drive you. Or walk with you. I just need to talk to you.”

  I want to scream at him that I don’t want to talk. He said enough this morning. All I want to do now is sulk and possibly have my emotional breakdown with my therapist. A complete stranger who doesn’t know me long enough to judge. She’s what I’d like to call the Switzerland part of my life.

  “Kyle, I really don’t want to talk this minute. Later. I promise.”

  His eyes plead with me, but I can’t. His smile falters a little, and then he nods. “All right. I guess I’ll see you when you get back.”

  I agree and hurry off.

  “Miss Emerson, I’m a little surprised to see you back in here so soon,” Dr. Sommers says. Her painted red lips lift into a smile. Not a full one that shows off her coffee-stained teeth which I noticed when I was in her office yesterday.

  “I know. I just … where to start?”

  “I find the beginning to be the best place.” She draws me to the patient chair, and I take a seat while she sits across from me.

  The leather on the chair is exceptionally chilly this time, especially when my exposed skin brushes against the smooth seat. I take a deep breath and then close my eyes. “I think I’m in love with my best friend’s brother. The problem is he’s not a relationship type of guy. And even if he wanted to be, I don’t think he could. On top of all that, as much as I want to be in a relationship, I can’t. Not until I’m able to be over my fear of Vince.”