Timeless • A Kyle Kuzma Fanfiction

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To say I was in a daze coming out of the bathroom with Kyle was an understatement. We didn't have sex, didn't even touch each other, and yet it felt like I'd just been through three rounds.

I stop at his bed to make sure Blake was still good while he opens the door for his brother.

"What happened to twenty minutes?" Dre wiggled his eyebrows at us and I could feel my already scorching body get hotter.

"Get out, kid. Tell mama we'll be out in-"

"Twenty minutes?" Dre finishes, laughing loudly.

Kyle reaches out to grab him, but he's already gone, running back into the living room.

"Sorry about him." Kyle murmurs, wrapping his arms around my waist. I could feel him pressing into my ass. I ignore it. He kisses my shoulder and I glance up at him quickly. His eyes were back to their originally color, though his flustered face and swollen lips was enough to tell what we had done.

Not to mention his boner.

"Are you going to talk to me?" He asks, burying his head in my neck.

I shake my head as I move away. I have never, ever, in my entire life, felt as embarrassed as I do right now. And I once shit myself while walking on the runway. Literally.

I was four and didn't actually remember it, but still.

"Why?" I could see the confusion and sadness pooling in his eyes and I immediately felt bad.

"You regret-"

I shake my head before he can even get the words out. His chest fell heavily as a breath of relief left him.

"I'm embarrassed." I mutter, looking down.

"Why, baby girl?" He sits at the edge of the bed and pulls me on his lap.

"If your mom didn't think I was a skank before she'll definitely think I'm one now. We literally left her and your siblings, under the excuse of my daughter, to have dry sex." My head fell into my hands as I groaned. It sounded so much worse when I said it aloud.

"First of all, we didn't leave them to have dry sex. We left to put Blake down for her nap and in that moment we just so happened to have dry sex. Which is a reach because we barely had started."

I groaned again. It didn't sound any better coming from him. I reach up to hold my neck and wince.

Shit.

I spring up from the bed and run back into the bathroom to see a deep prune bruise on my neck.

Shit.

"Kyle! Look at this!" I shriek, pointing at my neck.

"Shhhhh! C'mere, let me see." He glances at Blake and then gestures for me to come sit on his lap again.

"Damn, I did a good job."

I stand to glare at him. "Fix it."

"How? And why? I like that; I wouldn't mind giving you more."

I stomp my foot childishly. He was being -0 help. "Let's finish this so we can go." I huff, folding my arms around my chest. He rises from the bed and pulls my arms down.

"Stop it." He says, kissing me quickly. "It's fine. I gave you a hickey, so what? You're my girl."

Bri pokes her head through the door and we both turn to face her. I subconsciously cover the tender skin and cringe. Still sensitive.