Kyle's Return by L.P. Dover Page B

some familiar faces, especially Paxton’s.”
    “Fine. If I have to put up with him to see you, I’ll
do it.”
    Kyle appeared around the corner with two water
bottles, heading straight for me. “Thanks, Gabby. I can’t wait to
see you tomorrow.”
    “Diddo, my darling. See you soon.”
    We hung up the phone and I opened my bottle of water
as soon as Kyle handed it to me. “Who was that?” he asked.
    I took a sip of water, grinning. “Someone asking for
directions. So question, what are you doing tomorrow night?”
    “Probably sitting at home, why? You’ll be at the
party.”
    “I will, but I won’t be there all night. Since the
gym will be closed for the rest of the weekend, I thought we could
spend that time together. Besides, we have to coordinate Operation
Wedding Crasher.”
    He chuckled. “That we do. It should be
interesting.”
    I laughed, but then the phone started to ring.
Shaking my head, I answered it with a smile and my usual greeting.
Unfortunately, I wasn’t expecting the voice that replied back.
    “You didn’t greet me with your name today,” he
murmured. “I was kind of hoping to hear it.”
    Chills ran down my spine and I turned to Kyle. It was
the same guy from earlier in the week. Gritting my teeth, I held
the phone closer to my lips. “Look, fuckface, I don’t know who you
are, but I suggest you stop calling here.” Kyle stiffened and
stepped closer but I held up my hand.
    “Now, now, there’s no need for hostility. I just
wanted to hear your voice.”
    “There is something wrong when you’re a sick freak
who gets off on it. It can actually be considered harassment. But
if you feel so inclined to jack off to the sound of my voice I dare
you to try that shit here. I’d be more than happy to saw it off
with a letter opener.”
    “Damn,” he chuckled. “That turns me on even
more.”
    “Fuck off,” I thundered before slamming the phone
down. I turned to Kyle, my hands shaking from fury. “Oh my God,
what a fucking psycho. What am I going to do if he calls back?”
    He put his hands on my face. “Calm down. If he calls
back you’re going to let me handle it. And if that cocksucker shows
up here, I’ll beat his ass.”
    “Not if I do it first. The whole letter opener thing
was kind of genius if you ask me.”
    He chuckled and thankfully it helped lighten the
mood. “That it was, and I never hope you come after me with
it.”
    “You have nothing to worry about. I kind of like your
dick connected to your body.”
    He winked. “Good, because I’m ready for this place to
close so I can put it inside yours.”
     

     
    Once everyone was gone for the evening, I made my
rounds through the machines to make sure they were all off. Kyle
put the weights in order and once we were done, I started on the
mirrors. There weren’t too many fingerprints on them, but Tyler
liked to keep his place pristine. In the reflection, I could see
Kyle with his eyes on my backside.
    “My ass is hurting from you staring at it for the
past hour,” I called out. He smiled and his gaze lifted to mine in
the mirror.
    “What can I say? I have a good view from back here.”
He stood and stalked toward me, his chest bare, showing off his
golden, tattooed skin.
    I tossed the rags to the floor and set the cleaner
down before he could reach me. “And I have a good view from right
here,” I countered with a smile.
    Resting his hands on my hips, he pushed me back to
the mirrors, locking me in place. He kissed the flesh behind my ear
and trailed his lips down my neck to the top of my breasts. I
moaned and he bit a nipple through my sports bra. “You do realize
I’ll have to clean these mirrors again,” I gasped breathlessly.
    He pressed his cock against my stomach and bit my
ear. “I’ll help, but first we’re going to use them.” He slid my
sports bra off and tossed it to the floor before doing the same
with my shorts. Lowering his shorts and kicking them away, he sat
down on the floor and pulled me