Protectors

“You’ll never get away with this!”

           “Oh, but I already have, you’re a dead man to everyone now, the word has already spread that you are a traitor, but you’ve already disappeared and have possibly been taken out, there’s no trace of you, I know how to keep it that way too, no one will find you, ever.” The sickening laugh that came before the gut-wrenching punch made his stomach churn.

           He just had to have faith in his brothers, they would find him and wouldn’t believe he would betray the Agency. He hadn’t been there as long as his brothers and their best friend, but they knew him better than anyone, along with his best friend. They all would find him. He had to hold out just a little longer.

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Kacey Matthews jerked awake from her curled up position on her run-down hunter green cloth couch. Today had been the worse day in her life. But even under the stress of the news she had still managed to fall asleep somehow. Until an annoying banging sound pounded in her head.

           She shook her head roughly as the banging continued. She gasped, someone was at her front door, making a nuisance of themselves, maybe they had found him. She gathered her wits about herself and got up from her resting place and headed to the front door. She yanked it open before looking to see who it was and let out a gasp. “Kyle?”

           “Kacey,” the big hunky man groaned out and came into her house, shutting then locking the door. “Don’t you check whose beating your door down before you answer it?”

~

She was speechless as she gazed up into the six-four man’s cobalt blue gaze that popped even more from the tan he sported all year round.

           “Kace?” he demanded as a scowl worked over his handsome face.

           “Kyle?” she whispered. “What are you doing here?”

           He glanced around the open living room. “I just, I needed someone.”

           She stepped forward, laying a small tan hand against the gray t-shirt that clung to her older brother’s best friend’s chest. “Kyle, have you been drinking?” she asked, searching his face, seeing the somewhat glaze over his beautiful eyes, her gaze roamed over the rest of the tall, extremely buff man who had captured her heart what felt like eons ago.

           “Maybe a little, but I’m entitled.” Kyle Davenport swayed just a fraction.

           She grabbed his shirt in her fist and pulled him over to her couch, muting the forty-inch flat screen television. She made Kyle sit on the cushion she had just left shortly before and let out a yelp when he pulled her down into his lap.

           They gazed at each other for a long moment before Kyle broke the silence. “Where did we go wrong?”

           “Don’t, Kyle, you can’t believe what happened, none of it, Donovan has to be somewhere.” She whispered.

           She felt his arms wrapped around her and pull her flush against the hard plains of his body. He hugged her close as she laid her head against his shoulder, running her skinny fingers through his thick, light brown hair.

           “This is why I needed you, you’re so innocent, calming, you believe in the good of people, until it’s proven otherwise.”

           She tensed a little, innocent, naive, kindhearted Kacey, yeah that was her. She huffed and went to pull away. “Because I believe proof is required to show innocence or guilt, but honestly, Kyle, we know Donovan better than this, and if you think he’d betray the Agency and us then you don’t know your baby brother very well.

           “What if that’s why he did it? We always refer to him and you as innocent, naive, the babies of the group, but neither one of you have been babies for a long time,” he rasped out as he cupped her cheek in his huge hand.

           She trembled at the feeling of his rough, gentle hand against her cheek. “Kyle,” she whispered.

           “No longer a baby.” He muttered and her eyes darted from his captivating, deep cobalt eyes to the lips that were sinking down to hers.

           She leaned toward him, meeting Kyle Davenport’s lips with hers. She could taste the whisky on his lips. His fingers threaded through her cinnamon-colored waves. She clutched his shirt in her hands, her dream of kissing him finally coming true. He was six years older than her along with her older brother, she’d started liking Kyle when she was fifteen and he was twenty-one. By then he and her brother, Shawn Tammeron, had deployed overseas.

           Now, twelve years later, he was a little drunk, desperate to find his brother who was the same age as her twenty-seven. This was using someone, she knew it, but part of her hoped he knew she wanted him and had for a long time.

           The other part was hoping that wasn’t the case. If she had thought this could ever be happening she would have chosen something different to wear than her black Boston University hoodie and gray sweatpants. She knew this was wrong, all Kyle wanted was sympathy, someone to tell him his little brother wasn’t the traitor he was being labeled as, and comfort, not a roll in bed with her.

           She went to pull back from the nerve searing kiss, but Kyle pulled her back and moved them so she was on her back and he was between her parted thighs, where his arousal pressed against her behind his delicious butt hugging jeans he always wore. She let out a light moan as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

           Kacey couldn’t believe this was happening, she arched up into Kyle when his hands sneaked their way up her hoodie. The feeling of his rough hands against her soft skin made her tingle all over. He broke the kiss but began to attack her neck with his soft lips.

           “Too many clothes,” he gritted out and began to push the sweatshirt up off of her. He smiled down at her. “Just as beautiful as I thought you’d be.” She whimpered as he bent his head to capture her already pointed tips.

           Her toes curled at the feel of the sucking he was doing. “Kyle,” she groaned, pulling his gray t-shirt from his jeans and ran her hands up his muscular front, her fingers threading through his chest hair. She felt him tremble against her. He pulled back from her, yanking her shirt off along with her sweatpants and black thong.

           He shucked his jeans and boxers off then came back to her.

           “Kyle?” she gazed up into those cobalt eyes.

           “Yeah, babe?”

           She melted at the endearment, forgetting the protest she was going to give him, she was such a fool. She framed his scruffy cheeks in her hands, she couldn’t mess this up. She just had to keep her mouth shut and take what he wanted to give her, even if it was just for tonight.