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I squeezed her hip, kneading the firm flesh there. When she leaned against me, I took that as a green light to proceed. My hand ran up along her side, her silky shirt allowing for a smooth stroke until I reached the top of her ribcage just below the swell of her breasts. Feeling her slight intake of breath, I used the pad of my thumb to stroke her there, wanting nothing more than to cup and heft those heavy, creamy globes in my palms. Fuck, my dick, already at half mast, thickened to full on wood and was pressing lustily on Kayla’s backside now.

Kenny’s eyes continued to follow the path of my fingers and they burned with an unspoken fury. “You couldn’t be that upset. I see you moved on rather quickly.” He jerked his chin in my direction.

Kayla’s little body tensed from the slight. “Moved on? You and I were never dating, Kenny. What are you talking about?”

“Not from lack of trying on my part,” the boy replied petulantly.

“Are you delusional? We were friends, Kenny! Not friends with benefits. Not friends until you got what you wanted. Justfriends. It’s not my fault you didn’t understand what that word meant,” my girl shouted back, getting riled.

I have to say, seeing her get so fierce was a fucking turn on! Kenny, being the object of her ire, didn’t seem to agree.

“Guys don’t want to be just friends, Kayla. When we say it, it’s code for “we like you”.”

I wanted to laugh out loud, as I’d told her the very same thing the other night, but I didn’t dare to enrage the woman further by mentioning it now.

“I don’t know what bothers me more. The fact that you’re a manipulative liar, telling me what I want to hear so you can get what you want. Or, you ignoring me after jamming your tongue down my throat and pitching a fit when I reiterated what I’d said from the beginning—I only wanted to be friends. Unlike you, that wasn’t code for anything, Kenny. That was just the truth. Something you’re incapable of telling.”

Shit! Kayla was smart, articulate, and dead on. Good on her for letting this dickbag have it with both barrels. “I thought you’d change your mind,” he whined, like the pathetic incel he was.

“Just go away, Kenny,” she said, letting out a pent up breath. “I don’t have the energy for this today.”

“Wait,” the man argued, placing his palm against the door so she couldn’t shut it on him.

That was my cue to step in. Pulling Kayla behind me, I moved into the hallway, forcing Kenny to fall back several steps. “It seems you don’t understand English very well, pal. Let me break down the code for you. Kayla’s not asking you to leave. She’s telling you to. So fuck off!”

The man instantly cowered when he heard my booming voice. Holding his hands up in front of him like a shield, he said, “I don’t want any trouble, man.”

“Good. Then take your sorry ass home and never show up here again. Or I promise you, you’ll find a shit ton of that trouble you say you don’t want. Got me?” I threatened.

Bobbing his head, Kenny tore off toward his sedan and was stomping on the gas pedal before he’d even fully shut his car door.

With a smile, I relocked Kayla’s front door. “Let me make you a drink while you eat your lasagna. I think you’ve earned it tonight.”

Kayla deflated like a balloon with a fast leak. “You don’t have to do that. This isn’t your fault.”

“I know, but I want to. So what will you have? I stopped at the liquor store earlier. You’re now pretty well stocked on options.”

“I’ll just have a beer,” she decided with a small smile.

“Coming right up,” I said, dipping back into the fridge as I retrieved one of the special microbrews Kenny had introduced me to.

Kayla looked at the bottle with confusion. “How many of those do we have left? I thought we drank them all last night.”

I grinned and shrugged. “They were really good, so I picked up two more six packs.”

Laughing, she took a sip. “At least Kenny has good taste when it comes to beer.”

Watching Kayla wrap those full lips around the top of her bottle, I wondered what they would feel like around the head of my cock when she sucked it just the way I liked. “He didn’t just have good taste in beer. He had good taste in women, too.”

Kayla grew shy and tucked her hair behind her ear. “Don’t try to make me feel better about what happened. You were right about Kenny. He didn’t ever want to be my friend. I was stupid to think he ever wanted to be.”

My gut twisted when she said that about herself. Coming over to where she stood, I stroked her hair and said, “That’snot what I meant, Kayla. You aren’t stupid. Far from it. Some guys just aren’t man enough to come right out and ask for what they want. They lie in hopes that they’ll eventually get it through manipulation. It’s fucked up. But it isn’t on you.”

Biting her lower lip, Kayla looked up at me with those big, beautiful brown eyes of hers. “I wish men would be honest and ask for what they wanted instead of trying to trick us into it. They might be surprised when we tell them that we want it too.”

I was no genius, but I knew a veiled admission of desire when I heard one. And when it came to this sexy woman in front of me, I’d accept that offer every day of the week.

“Yeah?” I said, my fingers caressing her cheek and running along the column of her throat. “You like it when a man tells you straight up what he wants?”

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