Page 58 of Wicked Fantasies

“I’m not asking, Kylie.”

She licked her lips and he watched her brown eyes go black with arousal. Oh yeah, she was certainly more than a little bit submissive. He wondered how in the hell he’d missed that part of her personality for so long.

Then he considered her actions with him and Colt. She was a tough-talking tomboy. She’d never shown her feminine side to either of them. No wonder she was running around like a loose wire, all that electricity and passion locked up inside her body, looking for a place to escape.

As soon as she was within arm’s reach, he grabbed her hips and turned her away from him.

“You better not have panties on under that shirt, Sunshine.”

Even from behind her, he could see her tremble at his words. Slowly, she leaned forward and her borrowed T-shirt crept up her hips, revealing her to him fully.

“Grab your ankles and don’t move,” he demanded.

He intended to soak up every bit of her bare offering. He drank in the sight of the plug lodged firmly between her butt cheeks. It was shiny from the juices slipping out of her pussy and he wondered if she stayed wet or if her arousal had started flowing when he joined her in the kitchen.

Drawing his eyes away from her stretched anus, he saw for the first time the bruises that were fading along the back of her thighs and ass. Reaching out slowly, he dragged his fingertips across the injured flesh.

“I should have been here,” he whispered and once again, he felt the unbelievable guilt that swamped him whenever he thought about the abuse she’d suffered at Scott’s hands.

While he was grateful Colt had been here to help her, he couldn’t dismiss the thought that he should have protected her somehow.

She shuddered at his touch and started to rise. He wanted to chastise her for moving without his command, but his words were lodged in his throat.

“It was my fault.” She turned to face him and her hands reached down to caress his face. He grabbed her hands and started kissing each fingertip. “I was stupid and reckless. I made a bad judgment call and I meant what I said last night. You and Colt aren’t to blame.”

“Why didn’t you come to us, Kylie?”

Kylie laughed and then gasped as he sucked one of her fingers into his mouth suggestively. “I had no idea you guys would be so accommodating. We’re friends, Heath. Friends don’t ask friends to tie them up and spank them into an orgasm.”

“Says who?” Colt’s deep voice came from the doorway.

Heath released her hands and stood up quickly, expecting to see the same anger he’d felt upon waking and thinking he’d been left out.

Instead, he saw desire etched in the lines of his friend’s face and it hit him. When he thought Colt and Kylie were showering together, his anger hadn’t been based on jealousy, but instead on disappointment at being left out.

Fact was, he would have no problem with Kylie and Colt alone together if he wasn’t around, and from the look in Colt’s eyes, Heath saw his friend felt the same way. He tried to process the importance of that revelation. He and Colt were truly sharing Kylie. Jealousy and petty one-upmanship would never enter into this relationship.

Kylie shook her head at Colt’s comment and returned to the stove. “I’m going to tell you what I just finished telling Frank Jr. Nobody’s touching me until I eat.”

“Frank Jr., eh? Well, looks like somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” Colt’s joke affirmed he knew their little wildcat was irritable. “Somebody must be hungry.”

“Ungrateful girl doesn’t appreciate our efforts at filling her up last night. Or this morning.”

Colt’s gaze narrowed and zoomed to her ass as he said the last.

“Tell me you’re still wearing that plug, darlin’.”

“I’m wearing it, but one of you is going to have to take it out soon. Nature is calling.”

Heath laughed. Only Kylie would be so bold and honest.

“Later,” Colt growled along with his own empty stomach. “Right now, I want some of that breakfast. Steak and eggs. My favorite.”

Chapter Eight

After stuffing themselves on a hearty breakfast, Kylie stood up and stretched. “I need a shower. Desperately.”

“A shower sounds good,” Heath replied, wiggling his eyebrows at her.

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