Tingle All the Way (12 page)

Both men looked at her with simmering lust.
Something feral sparked between them before Stan slid behind her and Barry eased
his warm body against the front of hers. She had never seen this side of Barry
and it thrilled her. He looked dangerous, almost menacing. Perhaps it should
have scared her. Instead it did the opposite—it turned her on.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

“Amazing.” She inhaled his masculine scent,
which blended with Stan’s soft spicy one.

“Would you like to feel even better?” Stan
whispered into her ear, sending goose bumps over her arms.

“Yes.” Surprisingly, Kayla felt as if she’d
do anything they wanted her to do. Something cool and slick touched her anus
and she flinched.

Barry ran his fingers through her hair.
“Relax, baby. We’re going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”

Heat pooled low in her belly and her clit
clenched at the thought of Barry pumping in and out of her pussy while Stan
entered her back door. She groaned when the first finger slipped into the tight
hole.

A growl rumbled in Barry’s throat. “I can’t
wait for you, bro.” He grabbed her leg, bending it before he threw it over his
to spread and open her to him. With a single thrust he entered her.

Kayla cried out at the fiery sensation
against her tender clit, but it was the fullness, the completeness she
experienced being joined with Barry that made her body sing. She folded her arms
around his neck and pulled him to her lips. Stan pushed another finger pushed
inside her scissoring it with the other, spreading and stretching her.

Emptiness assailed her when Stan extracted
his fingers, but Barry was there with mesmerizing kisses and the thrust of his
hips to distract her. She melted into his touch, his caress. Muscles softened
and her blood turned hotter than molten lava, her pussy flooding.

More lube skimmed over her puckered flesh
before she felt the head of Stan’s cock nudge the opening. Her body tightened
in anticipation, becoming a taut bow ready to spring.

She whimpered with each inch he slipped
inside, stretching and filling her. The pain was bittersweet until he rammed
past the first ring of muscle. Releasing a sharp cry, she fought to breathe
against the searing burn.

Barry quit thrusting, his hold on her
growing firmer.

“Am I hurting you?” Stan gritted out. His
fingers bit into her hips.

“God no, don’t stop,” she pleaded.

The man made a strangling sound as his
erection pressed forward. “Fuck,” he muttered. “Tight. So fuckin’ tight.” Then
his hips bucked forward and his taut abdomen rested against her back.

Kayla couldn’t think, buffeted between the
two men, their cocks buried so deep within her body. The fullness in her ass
and pussy was all-consuming. Pain was a tightrope of sensations lying in the
shadows as she trembled with unbearable pleasure.

“Easy, baby,” Barry murmured.

When she could finally speak, she choked,
“Move, dammit. Fuck me.”

Someone released a tight laugh. Who? It
didn’t matter. All Kayla knew was she needed them to ease the ache inside.

Slamming into her all at once, they fucked
her hard and fast, tugging her body and mind in a million different directions.
Pushed beyond limits she imagined existed, Kayla wasn’t prepared for the
pulsating waterfall coursing through her. Her toes curled as it built into one
huge, jolting contraction, and then a bolt of fire exploded in her core,
wrenching a scream from her raw throat. Shards of lightning cut upward and out.
She couldn’t catch her breath fast enough before the next earth-shattering
spasm struck, blacking her vision.

How long it went on she didn’t know.

When her sight returned, waves of
aftershocks were rocking her limp body. Barry and Stan must have reached their
fulfillment, because they lay pressed against her, their breathing heavy and
labored. She closed her eyes, reveling in the tingles prickling her skin as
sleep stole her away.

Chapter Nine

Barry woke to a warm body pressed against
his back. Kayla had a leg thrown over his, her warm palm resting on his chest.
He covered her hand with his and smiled. She had been amazing last night. More
than either he or Stan could have imagined.

Stan had been beside himself, knowing that
had been his first and last time having her. He realized what Barry had already
known. A woman like Kayla was special. The envy in his friend’s eyes had been
obvious, but before he left he had wished Barry a long and happy life with
Kayla.

“Hmmm…” she moaned, stretching. “I ache all
over.”

Barry rolled on to his back. “Is that a bad
thing or a good thing?”

Through long, heavy lashes she looked up at
him. “Definitely good.”

“You up for a little Christmas cheer?” He
raised his hips, drawing her attention to the tented sheet draped over his groin.

“Ohmygod. Aren’t you ever sated?” she
chuckled.

Barry pulled her atop him. “I’ll never get
enough of you.” He smoothed his palm over the curve of her ass. “But in all
reality we don’t have much time. Mom and Dad are expecting us at noon.”

Kayla glanced over at the nightstand where
his alarm clock beamed ten forty-five. “Crap.” She pushed against his chest,
rising. “I don’t have anything to wear. Why didn’t you wake me up?”

He ran his palms down her arms. “No
problem, Counselor. I’ll call Mom and negotiate a later time.” They always
opened gifts before eating, so being a little late wouldn’t pose a problem.

“Don’t you know anything about a turkey?”
She gave him a
duh
look when he didn’t respond. “I’m assuming we’re
having turkey. But the longer the meat sits, the dryer it gets. If we’re late
we’ll ruin their dinner. I will
not
be the cause of a dehydrated
turkey.”

Barry laughed, not moving fast enough to
avoid the playful swat that landed on his shoulder. “Owww. That’s considered
domestic abuse.”

Bouncing out of bed, she threw “sue me”,
over a shoulder. When she bent to retrieve her dress from where it lay on the
floor, his cock jerked at the delicious sight she made.

“Baby, come back to bed.” He tossed back
the covers, exposing the firm erection arching across his belly. “I’m hurting
here. I need a hand or a mouth, maybe a pussy.” When her dress slid from her
fingers, Barry knew he had her right where he wanted her—horny.

Long legs closed the distance between them
as she nearly flew to the bed and into his open arms. Their mouths touched in a
smoldering kiss. Without breaking the caress, he rolled her over so that she
lay beneath him. Reaching for a condom on the nightstand, he quickly donned the
latex. Kneeing her thighs wide, he slipped between them and didn’t hesitate to
part her moist folds.

A bevy of emotions attacked him. “Damn, I
need you.” There was no doubt in his mind that he was falling in love with this
woman.

“I need you too.”

Something haunting in her voice sent a
shiver through him.

“Make love to me, Barry.”

Beginning a slow pace, he drew out every
stroke so she knew just how much she meant to him. Each time he drove forward
he went so deep that he struck the back of her cervix. Over and over he marked
her, and then he nibbled and sucked on her neck, marking her there too.

When her mouth parted on a gasp, her smoky
gaze dropped to where their bodies came together. Her inner muscles tightened,
holding him like a fist, then tugged on him gently. The quiet orgasm washing
over her appeared as blissful as the moment.

Releasing a soft utterance of pleasure, she
gazed up at him. The tenderness reflecting back at him stole his breath,
pushing him over the edge. The tightening in his groin burst with the thrust of
his hips, and then something snapped. Warm jets of come pumped inside her.

Oh God. The condom broke.

He looked at her. She looked at him.

Both shared the shocked realization of what
had happened. As if there was nothing left to say, she wormed her way from
beneath him and climbed off the bed.

“Kayla?”

“Please don’t say anything.” She retraced
her steps back to her dress and picked it up. “I need a shower.”

* * * * *

After taking a shower in the guest bathroom
while Barry used the one in his master bedroom, Kayla slipped on the large
bathrobe he had given her to wear. His woodsy scent hung in the terry cloth and
she snuggled into its comfort as she stared at herself in the foggy mirror.

With the choices available today for women
in these situations, the fear of an unwanted pregnancy wasn’t what put her in a
somber mood. No. It had been the image that had popped into her head when she
realized what they had done. A vision of a dark-haired toddler had come to
mind, his small hand held in a much larger, stronger one.

Barry would make a great father, but that
wasn’t what had her stomach tied in knots. No. Her emotion rose from somewhere
more personal. What kind of a mother would she make? At one time she had seen
herself married with a family, but she had never found the time or the right
man. Besides she didn’t have any idea how to be a good parent, since hers
deserted her.

Her hand drifted to her flat belly. Had she
and Barry conceived a child? Was it possible that she could become a mother in
nine months?

“Something on your mind?” Hector sat
perched upon a box of tissues.

Kayla sniffed back emotions threatening to
moisten her eyes. “As if you don’t know.”

“You have lived many years in a safe,
controlled environment. Your unease comes from the unknown. The new things you
are beginning to feel.”

“No shit, Sherlock. Tell me something I
don’t know.” She closed her eyes briefly, chastising herself for her rudeness.
“I’m sorry.”

Hector’s intense gaze penetrated through
her skin, making her feel even more self-conscious. He got to his feet and
moved closer, his tiny head cocked to one side.

“You love him.” It wasn’t a question.

Her mouth gaped in disbelief. “I can’t be
in love with him. It’s been what? Forty-eight hours since we even admitted an
attraction to each other.”

“A heart knows, Kayla, even before the mind
believes.”

“Hector, this isn’t helping.” Love
complicated things.

“Then I shall go.” In a poof of dark-green
faery dust he disappeared.

“No!” Kayla didn’t want to be alone. The
thought drew her up short. “I don’t want to be alone anymore.” She had been alone
for so long.

A subtle rap against the door jerked her
around.

“Kayla?”

Wiping her eyes and checking her face, she
opened the door. Barry had changed into a red polo sweater and black slacks.
She inhaled his aftershave as he extended a stack of clothing.

“I have some clean things you can wear to
your house. You’re still going with me to my parents’, aren’t you?”

An odd awkwardness hung between them as she
accepted the clothes, hugging them to her chest. “If you’d like me to.”

“There isn’t anything I want more.” The
truth burned warmly in his eyes, but it didn’t hide the unease buried beneath.

“Then I better get dressed.” As he backed
away, she closed the door and hurried to don the clothes.

When Kayla was ready she went to the
kitchen to find Barry holding her heels and clothes from last night. He shifted
them to one arm as he dug in his pants for his car keys, and then opened the
door for her.

Barry hated the distance wedged between
them. “I’m sorry about earlier.” He glanced at her before maneuvering the car
into traffic.

“Barry, I’m a big girl. These things
happen. Besides, whatever happens I can handle it.”

As the first street light turned red, he
slowed to a stop and turned to her. “Not alone.” Reaching across the console,
he gripped her hand in his and squeezed. “We’re in this together.”

She smiled, but the small, taut gesture
revealed her weariness.

When they pulled before her house, she
didn’t wait for him to open her door. She scrambled out and headed for her
apartment. He caught up with her as she entered.

Disappearing into her bedroom, she threw
over her shoulder, “I won’t be long.”

The house was quiet as he paced the area,
noting for the first time the only picture in the room was that of an elderly,
gray-haired woman. He picked up the small frame. She sat on a rocker, knitting
on the porch.

“That’s how I remember my Aunt Milly.”
Sadness filled Kayla’s voice when she entered the room wearing a plain black
dress with her pearls. “She raised me after my parents abandoned me at the age
of three.” She must have suspected the question in his mind, because she
continued, “My mother and father evidently thought they were too young to raise
a child. After dropping me off with Milly, they soon divorced.”