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  Her head flew back and she let out a scream, as she came hard around my dick. I swallowed her scream with my lips. Her pussy clenched me in wave after wave. I was so close. I pushed her legs harder to her chest and thrust just three more times. I exploded inside of her. Not once but twice. I released everything I had into her sweet pussy.

  Exhausted, I released her legs and collapsed on top of her. Sweat dripped down my face and I couldn’t catch my breath. Kyla wrapped her arms around me holding me tight to her. I flipped on my back, taking her with me. She rested her head on my chest as I stroked her hair. We were both breathing hard, trying to come down from the high we were just on. This right here, with Kyla, was perfection.

  Chapter 31

  Kyla

  Oh my god! The sex kept getting better and better. Maybe it was knowing that we could take our time. Maybe it was because we knew there would be no interruptions. Maybe it was because we weren’t afraid of getting caught. Whatever it was-- was incredible. Primal. Animalistic. We didn’t think, we just felt. We gave and we took, pleasing each other so thoroughly. It was everything I never knew it could be.

  Our week together was speeding by so fast, I wished I could slow time and make this last longer. We fell asleep every night from sheer exhaustion and woke every morning wrapped in each other’s arms. I was really going to miss this. Four days was all we had left, and then he would be gone. I didn’t know how I was going to go back to sleeping by myself, without his warm body wrapped around me.

  This was our last full day at the lake house, we would go home tomorrow. Tyler would have one more day to pack everything for college and he would leave the next morning. I guess it wasn’t even four days, more like three.

  Ty and I got up early and went running on the beach. We only made it about two miles before my legs gave out on me. Running on the sand was so much harder than it looked. My muscles burned and my heart raced. I stopped and put my hands on my knees as I tried to catch my breath. I looked up and saw Tyler jogging back to me.

  “You okay, Ky?”

  I put up my finger, motioning for him to wait just a minute. When I got my breathing under control, I stood up and shook my legs out. “Sorry. I can’t go any further. My legs were starting to cramp.”

  “That’s fine. Running on this sand is a bitch. Let’s walk it out for a little bit.” Tyler took my hand and we walked down the beach a little farther.

  We came to a big grouping of rocks that jutted out into to lake. I started climbing up the rocks, crawled out to the furthest one and sat on the edge. Ty climbed up next to me and put his arm around my shoulders. We looked out over the water listening to the waves crashing into the shore.

  “What are you thinking about?” he asked.

  “Next year,” I answered as I absentmindedly ran my finger up and down the scar on my knee.

  “Which part?” he prodded.

  “All of it.”

  “When are your tryouts for cheerleading?”

  I stared out at the water. “I already missed them. They were last month.”

  Tyler dropped his arm from my shoulder. He looked at me with confusion. “What? Why would you do that?”

  “I had to make a choice. I wouldn’t be able to come to your games if I was on Western’s cheerleading team.”

  Ty rubbed his hand over his face, “Ky?”

  “It was a trade-off. I don’t regret it.” I continued staring out at the lake.

  “But you love cheering and you’re really good at it.”

  “I am good at it and I do love it.” I turned to face him. “But I love you more. I need to be there for you. With you.”

  He crushed me to his chest and kissed the top of my head. “What am I going to do with you?”

  “Just love me,” I replied.

  “I already do. More and more every day.”

  I was determined to capture as many memories as possible on our last full day at the beach. I gathered our towels, water, sunscreen, and assorted other items and put them on the bed. Tyler watched me as I stuffed everything into my oversized beach bag. He had an amused look on his face. “You know we’re only going to be about a fifty yards from the house, right?”

  “I know, but I don’t want to keep running back up here. What else do we need? Oh, I almost forgot.” I scrounged around in my suitcase for the camera I had forgotten I’d brought. I pulled it out and held it up for him to see, then stuffed it in the bag too.

  He scrunched up his eyebrows. “What’s that for? I’ve got my phone, babe.”

  “Yeah, I know, but my camera takes better pictures. I want to remember this trip and we haven’t taken any yet.”

  “Whatever makes you happy,” he smiled at me. I knew he thought I was being ridiculous, even if he didn’t say it. He stepped towards me and wrapped his arms around my waist. “I’ve got plenty of memories of this trip, right up here.” He tapped his forehead with his finger.

  “Just humor me, okay?”

  “I always do,” he chuckled. “Come on, let’s go. If you forgot something, I’ll run back up and get it.” He threw my bag over his shoulder and took me by the hand, leading me out to the beach.

  We spent the last day of our trip on the beach. Chris and Tori joined us, with the same idea in mind. This was the last time the four of us would be together for a while. Tori and I laid out in the sun, while the guys threw the football back and forth.

  I took his picture.

  We walked down the beach, hand in hand. I stopped every now and then to pick up shells along the way. As an older couple walked by us, I stopped them and handed them my camera. They were more than happy to oblige.

  They took our picture.

  We sat on the beach, just talking and laughing. I put my feet next to his in the sand.

  I took a picture.

  When Ty fell asleep in the sun, I walked down by the water. In the wet sand, I drew a giant heart. I wrote our names in the heart with the date.

  And I took a picture.

  After his nap, Tyler and I waded out into the water. I wrapped my legs around him and he carried me out ‘til the water came up to his chest. He kissed me passionately and ran his hands under my bikini, touching me in all the right places. Although I knew no one could see, I looked back to the beach to see if anyone was watching us. I saw Tori with my camera in her hand.

  She took a picture.

  By the end of the day, I had so many pictures, I’m was sure it bordered on excessive. I didn’t care. I didn’t want to forget a single thing.

  That night, we had our last bonfire on the beach. We all drank just a little too much, feeling buzzed but content. Shortly after the sun went down, Tori and Chris went back up to the house, no doubt for another round of marathon sex.

  I was relaxed, sitting in Tyler’s arms. I leaned my head back on his shoulder and looked into those bright blue eyes that mesmerized me. I whispered to him. “I think you promised me sex on the beach.”

  “Yeah. I did,” he whispered back. He captured my lips and consumed me. The flames of the fire and the glow of the moon were our only light. He laid me back on the sand and made passionate love to me. It was slow and gentle and mind-numbing. We were trying to commit every detail of each other to memory, storing everything away for the times we would be apart.

  When we had finished, Tyler grabbed a towel and covered us. We laid there holding each other in the firelight. We were in no hurry to return to reality. There was so much unspoken between us. Love. Hope. Fear. Pain.

  We finally got dressed and gathered our things from the beach. I grabbed one of the empty water bottles and started scooping the sand, from where we had made love, into it.

  “What are you doing, Ky?”

  “This is sacred sand. I’m taking some of it home with me.” This time Tyler didn’t tease me or act like I was ridiculous. He kneeled down next to me, and scooped sand into the bottle with me.

  That night we continued our love-making, from the beach, in between the sheets. We to
ok and gave unselfishly. I don’t know how many times he brought me to pleasure, using his hands and mouth on every part of my body. We went well into the night before finally falling asleep in exhaustion.

  I woke the next morning, snuggled tight in his arms, my head on his chest. This was the last time we would wake like this for a very long time. I placed soft kisses along his chest and ran my hand along his bare legs under the sheet. I moved my hand higher to rub his length. He began to harden in my hand, as I stroked him up and down. I kissed from his chest up to his soft lips. Although his eyes were still closed, his lips began to move with mine, as his hand ran along the curve of my back.

  “One last time,” I begged.

  “Don’t think of it that way. It’s just for now. There will be many more times.” He pushed my long hair out of my face and pierced me with those blue eyes. They were burning through me, reaching deep into my soul. Making promises.

  He kissed my forehead and reached for a condom. I climbed on top of him, and slid down. It was slow and sensual. I arched my back and closed my eyes, as I memorized the feeling of him inside me. I moved impossibly slow and rubbed myself along his hardness. He reached up and cupped my breasts, so soft and tender. With him still inside me, I leaned down on his chest and continued to move. Tyler lifted his hips into me, continuing our torturously slow pace. I wanted this to last forever. Our love making was emotionally driven. We didn’t need words. Our bodies said everything that words couldn’t.

  Chapter 32

  Tyler

  Our drive home was somber. Kyla stayed snuggled into my side, with her head on my shoulder. I held her small hand and rubbed my thumb across her softness. We kept the radio low and talked about anything and everything, but me leaving for MSU. It was as if we didn’t acknowledge it, it wouldn’t be real. We could pretend for just a little longer that our lives were not about to change.

  We pulled in her driveway, and I helped her carry everything into the house. She kissed me goodbye and promised to see me later that night. I had done a lot of packing before we had gone on our trip, so that I could spend these last two nights with her. Two nights, that was all. How would I sleep without her wrapped in my arms, the heat of her warm little body next to me, her legs tangled with mine? It was going to be torturous.

  That night, we went back to the park where it had all begun. I brought a blanket and laid it out on the grass. We laid on our backs, holding hands, staring up at the stars.

  She spoke first, staring blankly at the sky. “Are you scared?” She whispered. “College football is way more intense than high school.”

  “A little,” I admitted.

  She turned her head and looked into my eyes. “You’re going to be great, you know? I have faith in you. You can do this.”

  “What if I can’t? It’s a little intimidating.”

  “You can,” she assured me. “Michigan State wouldn’t have offered you the scholarship, if they didn’t believe it too. It’s going to be hard at first, but I know you. You can do whatever you set your mind to.”

  “Are you giving me a pep talk?” I teased her.

  She didn’t smile back. Just looked at me thoughtfully. “Just telling the truth. I know how talented you are. I don’t want our relationship to hold you back. I don’t want to be a distraction. I’ll always support you. And when you need me, I’ll be here, waiting for you. I have your heart, remember?” She held up her hand, staring at the ring I had put on her finger. “Just know, you’re taking my heart with you. I’ll always be by your side. I’m your biggest fan.”

  “You’re my only fan, baby. Well, except for my parents.”

  “I’m being serious,” she said quietly. “When everyone sees what you can do, you’ll have lots of fans. But, I’ll always be your biggest.”

  I rolled over and hovered over her, resting my weight on my forearms. “I love you so much, Kyla. I don’t know how I got so lucky to find you.”

  She reached her hands up and held my face. “It wasn’t luck. It was fate. We were meant to be together. Always.”

  I kissed her then. Deep and passionate. This girl…no, woman… was everything to me. I would never find anything else as pure and perfect as her.

  I made love to her that night, in that park, where it all began. I took her under the stars, for all the world to see.

  The next day went by quickly, as I prepared to leave in the morning. God, I was glad I wasn’t a chick. I let out a low laugh. I couldn’t imagine all the things Kyla would be packing to take to Western with her. She had three bags just for our trip to the lake house. Being a guy was so much easier. Plus, I was coming back for a weekend in two weeks. I could grab anything I had forgotten, then.

  Kyla got to my house later that evening. I brought her up to my room, so I could finish packing. She sat on my bed and watched me haphazardly throw stuff into a big duffle bag. I was going through one of my drawers, when I found it. I threw my high school football jersey at her. “I want you to have this.”

  She grabbed at the shirt I had thrown at her and shook it out to take a look. When she realized what it was, a big smile spread across her face. She ran her hands over my name on the back, then held it up to her face. “It smells like you,” she said, breathing in the scent. “Thank you.”

  Kyla reached in her purse and pulled out a small package. “I’ve got something for you too.” She held it out to me.

  I sat down on the bed next to her and took the gift from her hands. I carefully pulled the paper back. “This is perfect.” It was a silver frame, with a picture of us standing on the beach with the lake behind us. We had our arms around each other and I was looking down at her. Both of us had happy smiles on our faces as we looked at each other.

  “I got our pictures developed today,” she explained. “I had a hard time picking which picture to choose, so I tucked a couple of the others behind that one.”

  I turned the frame over and removed the back. I pulled the pictures out and looked at the first one. It was a picture of us kissing out in the water, while I held her close. You could see the passion between us. Tori must have taken it. I’d have to thank her later. The next was a picture of the sand, where Kyla had drawn a perfect heart with our names in it. The last one took my breath away. It was a picture of just Ky. Her long, blond hair was blowing in the wind and her bright green eyes stared back at me. She was gorgeous. I was silent a long time just looking at that last picture.

  “You don’t have to put it out, if you don’t want to. But maybe you could keep it in your desk drawer or something,” she said nervously. “I don’t know if it’s really ‘cool’,” she finger quoted, “to have a picture of your girlfriend on display. I don’t want you to catch any crap for it.”

  “Ky, this is not going in a drawer. I don’t care if I catch crap for it. I want to see your beautiful face every morning when I wake up.” I reached my hand behind her head and pulled her into me, pressing her soft lips to mine. I looked in her eyes. “I’m not embarrassed of the fact that I love you. If anyone has the balls to say something, they can suck it.”

  Her lips turned up, “Suck it?”

  “Yep!” I smiled back at her. “Do you care if I put the picture of you in the front?”

  “They’re yours to do with as you please,” she said.

  I rearranged the pictures, placing them back in the frame. I wrapped it one of my shirts and placed it in my duffle bag.

  “I know you’re going to be super busy with training and practice,” she hesitated, “but will you try to call me at night? I just want to hear your voice.”

  “I’ll call,” I assured her. “You know… we can Skype too.”

  “Yeah,” she narrowed her eyes at me. “Have you been talking to Tori?”

  I reached up and grabbed the back of my neck nervously. “Chris, actually,” I admitted.

  “We’ll Skype for sure,” she glared at me. “As for the rest…we’ll have to work up to that. Maybe we could start with sexting. Sound like a good c
ompromise?”

  I took her hands in mine, “We’ll figure it out. I’m gonna miss you so fuckin’ much.”

  The next morning, I got up at six and my dad helped me load up my car. I needed to check into my dorm and be at a team meeting by noon. This was it. I was nervous as hell, but excited, too.

  My parents had gotten me a refrigerator and a microwave. My mom bought me new sheets, a comforter, new pillows, and a shitload of towels. She had also packed me a tote full of miscellaneous stuff she thought I would need, including extra food. I had really only packed summer clothes and stuff to workout in. I would grab more clothes and anything else I needed when I came home in two weeks. My car was stuffed to the max.

  “I feel weird sending you off by yourself,” my dad stated. “We should be going with you.”

  “Dad, I told you, it’s not that far. I’ll have to start practice today, so it’s not like we would get to hang out or anything anyways. I appreciate the offer, but I got this.”

  My mom hugged me tight. “You’re so grownup now. It’s hard to believe you don’t need us anymore.” A tear rolled down her face and she quickly wiped it away.

  I hugged her back. “I’ll always need you, but I can do this.”

  “How’s Kyla dealing with you leaving?” she asked “I’m going to miss seeing her. You two are practically attached at the hip.”

  “She’s sad, but she’s trying not to show it. Kyla’s pretty strong and she doesn’t want to make this harder on me than it already is. But, I’m going to miss her like crazy,” I said.

  “Do you think it’s going to last with you two being at different schools?” my dad questioned.