Page 45 of Wicked Fantasies

“What?”

“You don’t want to talk—fine. You want to be left alone—fine. But I’m not leaving this room, darlin’, until I’ve seen for myself, with my own two eyes, that you aren’t seriously hurt. Now we can do this the easy way or we can do it the hard way. Roll over.”

The seriousness of his expression must have convinced her refusal was futile. She smiled slightly and tried to cajole him out of his anger. “You’re just trying to sneak a peek at my ass.”

When her half-hearted joke failed to produce a response, she sighed heavily and rolled over. The blanket covered her and he had to reach up to pull it down.

When he did, it took all the strength in his body not to chase down her so-called boyfriend and kick the shit out of him again.

“It doesn’t hurt.” Her words were muffled by the pillow, but he could read the lie inside them.

He reached out slowly as if to touch her, but Kylie must have read his intent as she flinched away quickly, pulling the blanket back up. “I’m fine. Good night, Colt.”

He narrowed his eyes at her dismissal, but rose to leave.

“I’ll fix your door tomorrow, darlin’.”

She didn’t answer, so he didn’t say anything more. Besides, he had some thinking to do and a phone call to make. It was nearly one a.m. and Heath would cuss him out for waking him up, but he didn’t give a shit.

The time for action had come and serious changes were on the horizon for Miss Kylie Halston.

Chapter Two

It was early Friday afternoon when Heath let himself into the house and dumped his suitcase by the door. Colt was waiting for him and hollered from the living room.

“I’m in here.”

Heath walked into the room to find Colt sitting on the couch with his feet propped up on the coffee table, nursing a beer.

“Bit early to be drinking, don’t you think?”

Colt gestured to a second bottle near his feet. “Brought one out for you. It should still be cold.”

Heath smiled as he grabbed the bottle and dropped down into the recliner. He loosened his tie and took a deep breath. “Damn, it’s good to be home. I hate hotels and airports.”

When Colt failed to respond, Heath looked around. “Kylie still at work?”

“Yep. She should be back in a couple of hours.” Colt took a swig from the bottle. “Gives us time to decide how to deal with her.”

Heath started scraping at the wrapper on the bottle. He was still in shock over his friend’s phone call four nights earlier. Colt’s recitation of Kylie’s date from hell made his blood run cold.

“I’ve been thinking about it for days and I’ve decided it was that fucking Tequila Truth question of yours that started this mess.” Colt pulled his feet down to the floor and leaned forward. “That damn sex fantasy question. I’ve watched Kylie flirting with dangerous situations more and more these last few months and I know it’s all because of the seeds we planted. Hell, you had to pull her out of that sex club over the summer.”

Heath nodded. “As hard as she kicked me, I’m surprised she didn’t leave me with a permanent limp. She didn’t appreciate getting yanked out of there like a naughty teenager.”

“I don’t give a shit whether she appreciated it or not. You were right to do it. She could have been hurt in a place like that.” Colt ran a hand through his shaggy brown hair, a sure sign he was frustrated and pissed. “She’s not being careful. She’s messing around with things she doesn’t know anything about.”

“You’re right about the game exacerbating the problem, but you’re not going to heap all the blame for this at my damn door. This isourfault—together.” Heath stressed the wordour. “We’ve always treated her like another one of the guys, never holding back our locker room talk. It’s no wonder she’s interested in doing a little experimenting. The way we go into fucking detail about every climax.”

“Thing is, Heath, we haven’t done that in months. Not since your twenty-fifth birthday party.”

He and Colt had been shaken to the core by Kylie’s sex fantasy, both imagining themselves in starring roles.

Ever since then, they’d shied away from sharing their bedroom escapades. Heath wasn’t sure he could explain why. He felt, at least from his point of view, he was being unfaithful to Kylie somehow, which was utterly ridiculous considering he’d made no promises to her.

Heath sighed heavily. “Well, maybe it’s up to us to give her what she wants.” He studied Colt’s face closely as he spoke, trying to gauge his friend’s reaction. He didn’t think Colt would be opposed to the idea and even suspected his friend had been considering the same thing. Since Colt’s phone call, he’d certainly had plenty of time to think about the two of them taking Kylie to bed and fulfilling all of her sex fantasies. “Think about it, Colt. One weekend with no-holds-barred where we give Kylie everything her little heart desires.”

Colt leaned back in his chair and as the minutes dragged on, Heath worried that perhaps Colt’s mind hadn’t been wandering in the same direction after all. His worries proved unfounded with Colt’s next words.

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