Kane (Face-Off 2)

His facial expression matches the pain behind his eyes, all of his emotions running through them at once. I am numb from his story, mostly because I am having a hard time processing the information, but I also feel so much anxiety and anguish knotting my stomach from his revelation. I cannot even imagine what it must be like for Tyler.

“I thought that if I worked hard enough and made it pro that I would be able to get Blake back. I guess I didn’t understand how an open adoption worked. But I’m glad we went that route because I couldn’t live with myself knowing my son was out there and I didn’t do everything in my power to see him.”

“And Payton…she still goes every month with you and your parents.”

“Yeah, she brings her son with her to play with Blake. Sometimes her husband comes with them.” He leans his head back against the couch and stares up at the ceiling, clutching my hand. “I hate seeing them together and happy. We were supposed to be together as a family. That’s what I had planned for us before I realized how wrong I was about the adoption process. Payton and I stayed together through the NHL Draft and mid-way into my first year with the Flyers, but we had grown too much apart over Blake. A part of me resented her for being able to give away our son and move on with her life when I was not able to do the same thing. I still resent her for it because I cannot let go of the past.”

“You still love her, don’t you?” I ask the question even though I already know the answer from the way he speaks about her.

“She’s the only girl I have ever been in love with. I wish I didn’t feel a thing for her because it would make this situation between us a lot easier, but I can’t deny the fact that she stills holds onto a piece of me and our life that we shared together for so many years.”

I scoot closer to him on the couch, our mouths so close, inches apart. “Thank you for sharing this with me, Tyler.”

He breathes against my lips and rubs my jaw with his calloused thumb as he cradles my face in his big hand. “Thank you for listening without judging me.”

“Of course,” I whisper, the tension between us burning like a lit match.

“You’re beautiful, Kennedy.” His words fill me with so much happiness. “It’s been a long time since I felt anything for a woman, but you…”

“I’m different,” I add, thinking of how many times I have heard this from a man and want to roll my eyes.

“No, I wouldn’t say that at all. You’re interesting and smart, you always make me laugh, and when I’m around you, I can talk to you, be open about my life. I don’t have my wall up around you, which is nice because I am so used to shielding myself from people, forced to keep my secrets to myself. It’s not easy being two different people.”

“I like the real Tyler Kane much better than the hockey player—”

Before I can finish the sentence, Tyler’s lips crash against mine, and his tongue slips inside my mouth as he pulls my head closer, stroking my cheek the entire time, as he deepens the kiss. Without breaking away from him, I climb onto his lap, my knees digging into the couch and my thighs molding around his. He doesn’t waste time removing my shirt and bra. My clothes hit something on the table behind me with a thud, but neither of us stops to find out what fell over.

Taking his time, he sucks and nibbles on my nipple while massaging my other breast with his big hand. On some level, I think this is wrong. We were just talking about his child and his ex, but what Tyler is doing with his mouth is making me dripping wet, and it feels too good to stop. He needs to work through his pain and anger about the past. Maybe I can be the person to help him.

Feeling beneath his fitted shirt, my hands travel over his sculpted stomach, and my fingers work on getting the button of his jeans open so I can slide my hand through the slit in his boxers. He stops kissing me long enough to remove his shirt and lift his hips to push his pants and boxers down far enough that I can grab ahold of his giant cock with both hands. My hands seem so small in comparison, and with each stroke, I pick up my pace, now getting the hang of how fast he likes it.

“I want to come in your mouth,” he groans, his head titled back against the couch cushion and his hand clutching my waist.

I slide off him and onto the sofa, getting on my knees as I lean over him, still stroking his cock as I lower my mouth and lick the tip. As my tongue glides along his sensitive skin, he makes a hissing noise that almost sounds painful but is so fucking hot I can feel my juices slide down my thigh.

Fitting him

in my mouth is always a challenge because it’s not just his length that is overwhelming. But I do my best to trick him into thinking I have all of him in my mouth, rubbing the tip against the roof of my mouth to give him the same satisfaction without having to check my gag reflex. Sydney once wrote an article on how to give a proper blow job, and since she’s far more experienced than me, I learned this little trick from her.

Tyler twists some of my hair through his fingers, holding my head in place, damn near ripping a chunk out, as he comes in my mouth. There’s something about the noises a man makes when he comes that I swear is hotter than the act itself. Not all men have the same reaction, some are what Sydney and I call silent cummers, but Tyler…Oh, my God, this man is hot as puck.

I barely have enough time to swallow before his hands are on me again. He pushes me onto the couch, my back landing flat against a pillow. After removing his shoes and pants, naked and looking like a fucking sex god, he climbs on top of me, separating my thighs with his hand. The skirt I have on allows him easy access.

“You’re wearing something normal today,” he says with a smirk. “I like this skirt, but I like you better out of it.”

He slides the material up my legs and peels back my panties, tugging at the lace until I hear them tear.

I frown because he just ruined La Perla lingerie. “Hey, those were expensive.” My voice is playful though somewhat irritated.

“I’ll buy you new ones,” he says, this time pulling hard enough to rip them off me. “I’ll buy you a whole fucking lingerie store if that means getting these off so I can fuck you.”

I laugh and wrap my legs around his back. “Roxie isn’t here to get in the way this time.”

A smile stretches across his handsome face. “Nope. You’re pussy is mine now, and no one is getting in the way.”

He leans over the side of the couch and reaches into the pocket of his pants to retrieve a condom. Without wasting time, he opens the foil packet and rolls the latex down his length, positing himself between my legs. My body tenses for a second, nervous in anticipation of his giant cock. Most of the men I have had sex with were average or slightly above the norm. But Tyler is so big I wonder if it will even fit.

He eases into me slowly, giving me a few seconds to adjust to his size. More like I need a few minutes because he barely has it in and I’m already in pain.