Page 18 of Demons & Damnation

Dylan: I’ll break down all the other doors in your house as well then, shall I?

Kyla: Go for it, Daddy. It’ll be like an advent calendar—you won’t know what toy you’ll find me with behind each door.

Dylan: There’s only so many doors in your house, Kyla.

Kyla: I love it when you first name me, Daddy *winky face emoji*

Dylan: Carry on and I’ll fuck you silent again x

Kyla: I’d rather you fuck me til I pass out but maybe you might need some help with that...*winky face emoji*

Kyla held her breath. Her comment was dodgy territory, like walking through a live minefield blindfolded. It could go one of two ways—very well, or very fucking bad. Years ago, when they’d first started sleeping together, Dylan had teased Kyla with the idea of a threesome with him and a friend. Kyla had jumped at the idea—two hot guys willing to pleasure her, hell yes, why not? Except when it came down to it, Dylan hadn’t been able to handle it. The instant his friend laid a finger on Kyla, he’d pulled the plug on it and told his friend to leave.

Every now and again, Kyla would have a dig at him about it, which usually ended with Dylan getting defensive or shitty, and they wouldn’t speak for a couple of days. The meaning behind that happening had always niggled at her. Did Dylan want something more? Did he have feelings for her that he couldn’t express for one reason or another?

Dylan: I can fuck you until you pass out. No help needed.

Kyla let her breath out and grinned. He’d bitten but not fully. Picking her way in between the shards of wood, she reached the shower and set her phone down on the side. There was nothing more to be said to Dylan—she’d given him his challenge and now she just needed to wait for the challenge to be completed.

***

KYLA PULLED UP AT HATTIE’S café at quarter past ten. Seeing Sam’s black golf TDI in the car park already, Kyla couldn’t help but wonder if she’d come alone or not.

Parking her Audi A3 next to Sam’s car, she switched the engine off, jumped out, and rushed inside, ready to be scolded for being late.

“Afternoon,” Sam said, grinning up at her from the table.

Kyla rolled her eyes. “I had to shower before I left the house.”

Sam wiggled her eyebrows up and down suggestively. “Oh, really? Had a visitor last night, did we?”

“I wish,” Kyla said, taking the seat opposite her friend. “Is your brother here?”

Sam nodded. “He’s in the toilet.”

Kyla’s heart did a backflip as heat rushed to her cheeks. She couldn’t say anything more about him though or it would look odd. “What are you having?”

“Usual full English I think. You?”

“Same,” she said. “So, where are you torturing me with going tonight?”

Sam’s green eyes lit up. “So you’re going to keep your promise then?”

“Yes, of course. Unfortunately.”

Sam launched into a full-on excited chat about all the different clubs in the neighbouring cities and who had what on and all the varying prices. As she chattered on, Kyla found herself thinking how blessed she was to have a friend like Sam in her life. Struggling with her own breakup at the moment, Sam was still powering on through and being Kyla’s constant. Sam was the only person who had been Kyla’s unfaltering rock, right from when they met at playschool. Suffering a night out in a trashy local club was the least Kyla could do to repay her for what she had done, and still did, for her.

“Hi,” said a familiar, deep male voice.

Kyla jumped out of her thoughts and glanced up into a pair of dark eyes she knew all too well. “Hey.”

“Dylan,” Sam said. “Can you go and order us two full English breakfasts please. And of course, whatever you want.”

Dylan looked at his little sister and nodded. “Sure. What drinks?”

“Orange juice for me, please,” Kyla said.

Sam nodded. “Same for me.”

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