Break My Fall(81)

I burst out laughing at the sight. “I guess we won’t win any awards for decorating.”

Kyle wrapped his arms around me. “I don’t care. It’s the first Christmas I’ve wanted to celebrate in years…Ever actually. I’m proud of our shitty tree.”

I smiled when he said ‘our tree.' “This is my first Christmas having a tree to decorate. Daddy never got one for the house.” Kyle’s face darkened and I regretted saying anything. He clenched his fists and shook his head. “I’m sorry,” I said and went to clear away the empty decoration boxes.

“Why are you sorry?” he asked, following me into the kitchen.

I squashed the boxes and placed them in the recycling bin. “For bringing up my father; for making you angry.”

He strode over and wrapped his arms around me. “I’m not angry with you baby,” he kissed my forehead. “I’m fucking furious with him. When you tell me you’ve never been trick or treating or had a Christmas tree, it makes me want to get in my truck, drive to Montgomery and kick his ass.”

I could feel Kyle’s hands trembling and I knew he was serious. “You’ve fixed those things for me,” I whispered, kissing the skin that covered his heart. “You’ve given me a whole lot of firsts.”

He rubbed my cheek with his thumb. Leaning down, he studied my face with a serious expression. “I want to give you all your firsts. I want to fix everything for you.” He kissed me softly. “I want to give you everything you’ve never had princess. Everything you want.”

I smiled and patted his chest. “Then you’ve already given me everything, because all I want is you.”

The doorbell rang and I brushed past Kyle to answer it. We’d ordered pizza and I wanted to pay this time. It made me uncomfortable how Kyle insisted on paying for everything.

I figured he was used to doing that with Rachel. Well, I was nothing like her.

“That will be twenty-two even,” the delivery guy said. “So, are you new to the area? Because I know I would remember a pretty face like yours.”

I blushed at his forwardness. “Um, no I live here.” I suddenly felt very exposed in Kyle’s white shirt. Dammit, I should have thrown on some pants before opening the door.

Kyle had taken me in kitchen before we started decorating and I’d thrown his shirt on rather than go upstairs and get dressed.

“Really?” he asked, surprised I think. He leaned closer to the door. “I’m sure that accent isn’t from around here?”

I shifted awkwardly from foot to foot. “No, I’m from Louisiana.”

The delivery guy smiled. “I’m Jessie. And you are?”

A firm hand clenched around my waist. “And she’s mine,” Kyle said coolly, holding out a fifty dollar bill. He pulled me against his side and I couldn’t hide the smile that spread across my face from his possessiveness. I guessed we looked a sight; Kyle in his black slacks and me in his shirt.

The delivery guy’s eyes widened, his cheeks pinked as he mumbled something about being in a rush. He grabbed the money and thrust our pizza into Kyle’s hand.

“Keep the change,” Kyle said, closing the door and giving me an exasperated look.

“What?” I asked, taking the pizza box from his hand. I went and curled up in my usual spot on the couch.

“What? Baby you can’t go answering the door looking like that.”

I shrugged, swallowing a mouth-watering bite. I lifted my legs for Kyle to sit down, then lowered them onto his lap. “It’s just a shirt.”

Kyle groaned, squeezing my calves. “Exactly; it’s just a shirt, just a very white, very see through shirt.”

Now I was the one groaning. “I forgot I was wearing it okay? I was rushing to beat you to the door because I wanted to pay this time and forgot what I was wearing.”

Kyle grabbed the pizza box from my lap and tossed it on the coffee table. Slipping his hands around my waist, he pulled me onto his lap so I was straddling him. “Firstly, as sweet as I think it is that you want to pay, you’re my woman, so you won’t be paying for our food. Or anything else.” I opened my mouth to protest, but he silenced me with a kiss. My head was swimming when he pulled back. “And secondly, the only person who’s going to see those big juicy titties of yours is me.” He lowered his head, nipping my nipple through my shirt. I panted, instantly wet. “No more answering the door in my shirt.”

Kyle continued his onslaught of my breasts until I was writhing on top of him, begging him to take me.





Chapter Thirty-eight





Kyle