Page 49 of Wicked Fantasies

Colt watched Heath kiss Kylie as if his life depended on it, and he couldn’t help but recognize the same sense of desperation in himself. Her resistance to Heath’s kiss only lasted a second.

Colt grinned as her hands slowly began to creep up his friend’s chest and around his neck. He’d never studied a kiss this close up—at least not one he wasn’t participating in. He was struggling with the impact it was having on his libido.

Damn, it was making him hot.

Sensing the kiss was coming to an end, he reached over and pulled her toward him. “That looked pretty good. Give me a taste.”

She never missed a beat and offered him the same luscious response she’d given Heath. Their girl was nothing if not resilient. Most women would be screaming the walls down if they’d been pounced on like this, but instead, here was Kylie clinging to him and playing tongue tag as if they had been intimate for years.

As he pulled away, he placed a playful kiss on her nose and watched her blush in response.

She took two steps back and he started to follow, but she threw up her hands to ward him off.

“Oh no—no more of that until I get some answers.”

Colt nodded. “Good point. We have a few things we need to get straight before we get down to the fun stuff.”

She stiffened slightly at his words, but he simply took her hand and tugged her toward the kitchen table, helping her into a chair.

“Drink your wine.” He pushed the glass at her and she all but gulped it down.

“Not so fast,” Heath admonished. “You’re not going to get drunk.”

“Given the way you two are acting, I’m thinking drunk would be an excellent state for me tonight.”

Colt fought against the chuckle growing in his chest. God, she was a spunky little thing.

Heath, however, didn’t seem to be amused. “I mean it, Kylie. That stunt you pulled the other night was damn stupid.”

“We are not discussing that subject.” She stood up as if to leave, but Colt rose first and pushed her back down.

“Well, darlin’, I beg to differ on that point. In fact, that episode the other night seems to be one in a long line of asinine actions on your part. As of right now, those games are over.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Heath reached across the table and took her hands in his. Colt continued to stand behind her chair with his hands on her shoulders. There was no way she would escape until they laid out their scheme and did that little extra convincing Heath mentioned, if necessary.

“If you wanted to try some kinky sex, Sunshine, all you had to do was ask us.”

“What?” Kylie squeaked.

Colt bent forward until his mouth was next to her ear. “You’re sick of missionary style and you want to do some experimenting. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

He felt her shudder at his words and from his bird’s eye view caught sight of her hard nipples poking through her T-shirt.

Oh yeah, she was listening.

“Problem is you’re going about it all wrong. You need to experiment with men you can trust.”

“And you and Heath are those men?”

“Oh yeah,” he whispered in her ear.

Heath leaned closer. Colt knew the action was deliberate. They were boxing her in so she would get used to being surrounded by their large, hard bodies. “One weekend, Kylie. This weekend. Every sexual fantasy our imaginations can cook up.”

“And then? What happens Monday?”

Colt wasn’t surprised by the question. Her main concern regarding sexual involvement with them had always revolved around preserving their friendship.

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