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“Thank you for telling me. At the VA, I tend to zone out when you talk about anything other than your leg.” I arch an eyebrow. “What? I’ve got years of practice of blocking the outside noise. Hospitals are noisy, patients need my attention, and charting takes a lot of work.”
Her eyes look at my mouth when I lick my lips. Yep, we’re done with this conversation. “I’ve got something else that needs your attention more.” I’ve yet to take my prosthetic off, much to Kyra’s annoyance. I knew the minute I did, I’d need it, or I’d have to grab my crutch, and since it’s in the bedroom, I kept it on.
“Oh, do you? I wonder what that could be.” I lift her up in my arms. Whatever light there was coming in from the sky has now set. Outside is completely dark and I’m more than ready to feel Kyra's lips wrapped around my cock.
“I think you know. Your lips wrapped around my dick while I’m eating you,” I lay it all out in the line. “Then you’re going to ride me, with your back to me, while I play with your ass again.”
“Rhodes.” Her eyes shutter, a tremble works its way through her body, and my cock is rock fucking hard. Tonight is going to be one for the record books, that’s for damn sure.
13. Kyra
“This isn’t getting the house put back together.” I’m pressed against the side of the house. Rhodes' body is holding me up, and my legs are wrapped around his waist. He has his forearms on either side of my head, and his mouth is planted on mine. This man is insatiable. He’s twenty years my senior and has a stamina that is endless. And I’m pretty sure neither of us got a wink of sleep last night. He’d started it by carrying me up to the bedroom, stripping me bare before I returned the favor. I sat him on the bed, took off his prosthetic, and set it off to the side. He allowed me to take off the rest of the layers, too. Through it all, our eyes were on one another, layer after layer peeled back.
Physically and emotionally.
“Don’t give a fuck.” The hurricane was downgraded from a two to a one ten miles inland. It brought a shit ton of rain and storm surge along the west coast. We were fortunate. The other side of Florida will no doubt have to rebuild from flooding. The worst part from what the news said is the two tornadoes that spun off the hurricane. It ripped through two different cities, one splitting a house in two, while the other did damage in a neighborhood, picking and choosing which ones would survive or not. I only hope there weren’t any fatalities. So, while we have debris to pick up and furniture to put back in place, it’s nothing in comparison. The high winds along with the tides shifting were our biggest problem. The sand dunes will no doubt need to be replenished from water rushing into them. A couple of days, if that, will be all it takes between Rhodes', Kade’s, and Whitecaps to get back to normal.
“Rhodes,” I draw out his name on a moan. He rolls his hip and attaches his mouth to my neck. Rhodes swivels his hips, and the underside of his cock slides along my clit. I tip my head back, eyes closing, and enjoy the moment. He’s right; yard work can wait. Though, how I’m fired up to go again after only having Rhodes inside me hours ago is beyond me. His stamina and my neediness are the epitome of perfect.
“Shit, you’re going to come just like this, aren’t you, hellcat?” The rasp of his beard sends a shockwave through my senses, and all I can do is hold on. My hands dig into his muscular shoulders. My legs tighten around his waist.
“Yes, fuck, yes.” I’ve become insatiable where he’s concerned, turned on all the damn time. I’m like a walking orgasm. Rhodes' hand cups my breast, thumb and finger pinching my nipple. The onslaught of sensations overwhelms me. I’m spiraling, feelings exploding from the outside in, his cock, his mouth, and his hand. There’s no stopping the way my body works right along with his as I’m consumed by my need.
“Fucking beautiful, Kyra.” He pulls back, watching me come down like I’m the only person in his life who means anything to him.
“And you are handsome, Rhodes.” He’s yet to let me go. We’re locked in our hold with one another.
“Incoming,” he says, kissing me on the lips. I slide my legs down, back still pressed against the concrete wall until my feet meet solid ground. Rhodes keeps his hands on my hips, head turning, and that’s when my world collides. I close my eyes, mortification hitting me in a way I never thought would happen.
My father is standing off to the side, and judging by the way he’s standing stock still, hands at his side and jaw clenched, I’d say he more than saw what Rhodes and I were doing.
“Brace, sweetheart,” Rhodes tells me right as he steps back, hand on one hip, making sure I’m not going to fall on my ass.
“Rhodes,” I say his name right as my dad, my own flesh and blood, moves so fast the only thing I can do is stay where I’m planted, hand covering my mouth as a squeal leaves me. The crunching of bones echoes around us. Rhodes' head is knocked backwards, and there's a moment in time when everything seems in slow motion. My body begs me to run toward him, to throw myself in front of him. Except I'm also in such a state of shock, and moving seems impossible. Somehow, he stays standing. Not Dad. Rhodes. I shouldn’t be surprised, except yesterday, he wore his prosthetic a bit too much, and today, he didn’t even give himself until after breakfast to put it back on. He and I are going to have some words once my father leaves.
“E-fucking-nough.” And just as my father goes to ram his fist in Rhodes' jaw, the man I love puts a stop to it, his own hand holding Dad's in its place. The easy-going Rhodes is gone; he’s full stop in alpha protective mode. I know my dad wouldn’t do anything to me; it’s Rhodes I’m worried about.
“I’ll say it’s enough when it’s enough.” The military comes out of my father. I’m not even a little bit scared. He can be a hardass, but he usually comes down after the dust settles. “You’ve been planning this, hiding behind my back, since when? The hospital? Before that? I’ll fucking kill you dead if you had a hard-on for Kyra when I showed you pictures.”
I gawk. What a way to drop a bomb that’s not anywhere close to the truth.
“Dad!” I raise my voice to get his attention, but he doesn’t budge. He and Rhodes are in a stare-down.
“I got this, sweetheart. Promise,” Rhodes says to me, hand still holding Dad’s away from his chest.
“Then this is for the man acting like a child.” I look from Rhodes to my father. “The heart wants what the heart fucking wants. If you hurt him, I will never forgive you, and if you so much as give Rhodes an ultimatum, I’ll choose him. It’ll hurt like hell, so either you accept it, or you lose a relationship with your daughter.” I go to the tips of my toes, kiss Rhodes' cheek, and then skirt around the two in their lockdown to do similar to my dad, except I give him a side hug, too.
“Kyra.” Worry is laced through Rhodes' voice.
“I’m okay.” I look from him to my dad and state the obvious, “I love you. Please don’t make me choose. I really do want you in my life.” My dad doesn’t say a word. A subtle nod is only my answer.
“Love you, Ky.” Dad and Grandpa are the only ones who call me Ky; everyone else calls me Kyra. I guess one syllable is easier to say than two. Who knew?
“When you’re done with your powwow and you’ve got nothing else to do, stick around for a little while. I’ll make a quick lunch and give you the book I just finished. You’ll really like it.” My statement does the trick, defusing the situation, and Rhodes lets Dad’s fist go. I breathe a sigh of relief.
“Get outta here, hellcat,” Rhodes says.
“Ky, there’s no way I’ll read anything you do. That shit will give me nightmares for weeks.” Dad never understood why I liked to read about serial killers or psychological thrillers.
