Kyle's Return by L.P. Dover

to hear it
only made it more real.
    Tyler sensed my hesitation and turned around. “You do
realize that, right?”
    Lowering my head, I nodded. “It’s just something I
don’t like to think about. I can’t imagine a world without
fighting.”
    “I believe that’s where I can help you. Have you ever
thought about coaching, or even teaching classes to those who are
interested in MMA?”
    My head snapped up, excitement threatening to bubble
over. “Why do you ask?”
    “I plan on coaching a couple of young men full-time.
They’re serious about training professionally and I want to give
them that opportunity. However, there were others who are just as
passionate about fighting but I’m not sure if they have the drive
or not. I thought maybe you’d be interested in teaching them the
basics, and getting a feel for who could move on to the next
level.”
    “Hell yeah,” I exclaimed.
    “Good. Megan said you were going to be looking for a
job so I figured this might be a good fit. At least this way we can
make sure you stay out of trouble. I’ll get in touch with everyone
and have classes scheduled to start next week.”
    I held out my hand, hoping he’d take it. “Thanks,
Rushing. It means a lot.”
    Tyler looked down at my hand and shook it. “You’re
welcome. Just don’t disappoint me, or Megan.” He let my hand go and
started for the door.
    Before he disappeared, I called out to him. He turned
around, lifting his brows curiously. “I just wanted to say
congratulations on the wedding this weekend. I know my sister is
happy and will be cared for.”
    He nodded. “I’m lucky to have her. I’ll tell her you
said so.”
    “Thanks.” I needed all the help I could get.
    ***

 

     
    “WHAT ARE YOU doing over there?” It’d only been
a week, and Kyle was already on the payroll. Currently, his pen was
moving ninety miles an hour across the pad of paper in his lap. For
the past hour, that was the only sound that came from him.
    Blowing out a breath, he looked over at me and
smiled. “I was working on my game plan for next week. I have a
whole schedule planned out for my first class.”
    “Kyle, that’s awesome. I can’t wait to watch you in
action.”
    Sliding up behind me in his chair, he wrapped his
arms around my waist. There weren’t that many people in the gym and
they couldn’t see what he was doing because the desk was in the
corner, away from everyone. Trailing his fingers to the inside of
my thigh, he slid them up under my shorts. “Don’t worry, love. Once
everyone’s gone tonight I’ll give you a special lesson.”
    “Kyle, what are you doing? There are people still in
here,” I moaned under my breath.
    “No one can see, baby. Your legs are under the desk.
Spread ‘em open a little bit wider.”
    I did as he said and gasped when he slid a finger
inside me. His warm breath hit the back of my ear as he chuckled.
“It would appear you like this.”
    Trying my best to keep my composure, I shook my head.
“Nope.”
    He pulled his finger out and smacked my opening,
which made me inhale sharply. “You little brat, you know you like
this.”
    I giggled. “You didn’t let me finish.” I met his lips
over my shoulder and kissed him. “I was going to say, I don’t like
it . . . I love it.”
    “That’s more like it.” His fingers worked the inside
of me while his thumb rubbed circles across my clit. It took all I
had not to cry out; it felt so damn good. Knowing I was close, I
grabbed his hand and held it against me as I grinded on his
fingers. “I’m so close,” I whispered.
    “Then let me make you come.” It was a wonder no one
could tell what we were doing, but Kyle was an expert. He worked me
faster and I came so hard I bit my lip to keep from screaming. My
chest rose up and down like I’d just run a marathon and my heart
was beating out of control. Smoothly, Kyle slid his hand from under
my shorts and adjusted his arousal, now very prominent in his
flimsy workout shorts.