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“Your house is amazing, Chase.” I finally capture his attention. He shakes his head like he’s trying to snap himself out of it, and turns in my direction. “I don’t ever think I’ve been in a house so big.” I smile.

“Me either,” Ruby says. “This library is incredible. What are all these books?”

Chase shrugs. “I don’t really know. My mom is the collector. Reading is her favorite pastime.”

“Mine too.” She smiles.

“Then maybe you can tell me what some of these books are?”

And I think that’s Chase wanting to spend some time with our little Ruby. I turn toward Kyler. “Can we go get something to drink while they’re touring the library?”

His nostrils flare and I think he’s got another kind of drink in mind. “Sure thing. Ruby, do you want us to bring you anything?”

She shakes her head, her stare not wavering from Chase. “I’m good.”

CHAPTER 13

Kyler

As soon as we’re out of the library, Presley stops. She gives me a look that has my dick bolting upright. “Tag. You’re it.”

She takes off running, and I smile as her giggle echoes down the hall. My girl wants to play, and I’m more than happy to chase her down. But this round, I’m playing for keeps.

I enter the grand foyer and see her slip out the front door. My heart is pounding hard as I weave through the crowd, stalking after her. The cold air rushes over me when I step outside, and I breathe in deep. I was trying to behave and keep my hands to myself. I was trying to give her time and space to see that she can trust me. But I saw it in her eyes as soon as she walked in tonight. The ice was gone. The fear no longer holding her back. It looks like my girl has already made up her mind.

I round the corner, heading to the backyard, and I spot her trying to tuck herself behind the tree next to the house. Looks like she was too slow picking a hiding spot, because now I’ve got her right where I want her.

“Gotcha, little bird.” I step right in front of the tree. “Now, you’re mine.”

She startles with a yelp as I cage her in. She starts to back up, but there’s nowhere for her to run to now.

“Tell me, Presley.” I press my hand against the brick wall, staring right into her warm eyes. “Tell me what you want.”

It’s obvious what her body wants, but I need to know she’s ready for what’s next. Because after tonight, there’s no going back.

“I want you to kiss me, Kyler.” Her voice is breathless. The wall at her back is now bearing her weight. I lean in closer, breathing in her sexy scent as I brush my lips against her cheek, placing a soft kiss right by the side of her mouth.

“Friends don’t kiss, baby.” I shift back, making sure she understands exactly what this moment means. If we’re doing this, I want her all the way in.

“You better not hurt me, Kye. I’m trusting you with my heart.” The billow of air comes out of her mouth as her last fear escapes. She has nothing to worry about. I’d never walk away from the girl who owns my soul. And I would never do anything to hurt my best friend.

“I don’t think you get it, Presley. You’ve always been the one.”

I press my mouth to hers, and the intensity is ignited as soon as our lips touch. Our tongues are full throttle, tangling together as if they can’t get close enough. The surge of need runs up my shaft and the wind is stolen from my lungs. One kiss, and she already has me worshipping at her alter, begging for more. My hands reach for the top of her dress, and I yank it down, pulling back so I can watch her tits bounce into view. They’re so fucking pretty, sitting high and proud. Full and round. Her nipples puckering right up under the cool night air.

I lower my head and draw one into my mouth, sucking the warmth back into it. Savoring her touch as her fingers cling to my head, holding me to her.

“Oh God, Kye. I’ve been wanting your mouth on me all night.”

I know she has. Every time she looked at me, I could see the intent burning in her eyes. She didn’t just wear this sexy dress to tempt me. She wore it to break me down. And here I am, reaching into my pants and pulling out my cock. I pull off her nipple, then jerk her dress up her thighs. One quick tug, and I have her panties ripped from her body and am tucking them into my pocket. They’re mine now. A souvenir for when I’m alone in my room and desperate for my girl.

She lets out a yelp. Her eyes lighting in surprise by my abrupt treatment. But as I slide my hand between her legs, I know exactly how turned on she is.

“Is this what you want, baby?” I slip my fingers right to her entrance and begin to massage it open, pressing deeper and deeper with every pass. “Do you want me to fuck you with my fingers?” I thrust all the way in, pumping in and out, watching as her body starts to rock. Her pussy meeting my touch. Her eyes pleading for more.

“Or.” I pull my hand out, hearing her pained whimper at the loss. “Do you want me to fuck you with my dick?”

I give my cock a few strokes, and her eyes grow hotter as she stares at my groping hand. When I feel the cum trying to break free, I stop. I grab onto her waist and turn her to face the wall. She lets out another yelp when I press her up against the rough brick. My hand braced around the front of her neck. The crown of my dick pressed right up against her entrance.

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