Page 47 of Wicked Fantasies

Heath wasn’t due back for a few more days, so she had anticipated having the house to herself.

She certainly needed the time to evaluate where she was going so wrong in her life. The episode with Scott still haunted her and she hadn’t had a decent night’s sleep since then. That, added to the fact the bruises on her ass were only beginning to fade, kept her irritable and on edge.

Her damn roommates had ruined her. All their talk about sex and bondage and toys and spankings. She felt like she’d spent the last seven years in a fog of sexual frustration.

She wasn’t an innocent by any stretch of the imagination. Despite her lack of girly-girl genes, she dated fairly regularly, although she couldn’t recall having a real boyfriend since high school. Ever since she moved in with Heath and Colt, the men who drifted in and out of her life—and sometimes her bed—couldn’t compete. Her roommates were the yardstick by which she measured every man and sadly, every single one came up lacking.

She leaned her head against the headrest and closed her eyes. She’d love to rail at the two men causing her all this angst, but neither one of them had a clue how much they affected her.

To make matters worse, the cocky bastards would have a field day with it if she told them. Teasing was second nature to all three of them and she could imagine the fun they would have at her expense with such knowledge.

Despite all her sarcastic comments about their cavemen attitudes, she desperately wanted them.

Both of them.

That was the other problem.

When she thought about sex with her roommates, both of them were present. Sure, some her fantasies involved one or the other, but always there was the knowledge that both of them were with her.

“Yeah,” she sighed. “Like that will happen.”

She had no one to blame for her lonely state except herself. She’d rebuffed their flirting at the beginning, demanding to be treated like another guy and, as luck would have it, her demands were met tenfold for seven long years.

The front door swung open and Colt stepped out on to the front porch.

“You gonna sit in that damn car all night?”

She grinned at his gruff manners. Colt was a true cowboy, born and raised on a ranch outside of Dallas. He moved with a slow, country grace that never failed to take her breath away.

Climbing out of the car, she laughed as she walked toward him. “Waiting for me?” She couldn’t help but be pleased at the idea, no matter how unlikely.

“You’re late.” His voice was rough and she got the sense he was angry for some reason.

“I decided to get my grading and planning for next week finished at school, so I wouldn’t have to drag it home. Now I have the weekend all to myself. Are you going out tonight?”

“Nope. I’m in for the evening. Don’t you have a phone in that classroom of yours? You should have called. I was starting to get worried.”

Kylie felt a tremor of confusion at his words. Although they typically called if they were held up, there was no hard and fast rule about checking in. “Sorry, Colt. I figured you’d be going out for the night. I didn’t think it mattered when I got home.”

“It matters,” he grumbled.

As soon as she walked in the house, Heath emerged from the kitchen wiping his hands with a towel.

“Well, it’s about damn time. Where the hell have you been?”

“Welcome home to you too,” she teased as she walked over to give him a friendly kiss on the cheek. “We didn’t expect you back until Tuesday.”

She was shocked when Heath turned at the last second and her welcome home kiss missed his freshly-shaved jaw and landed straight on his lips. She tried to jerk back, but two strong arms wrapped around her and held her in place as he deepened the kiss before finally releasing her.

The entire embrace couldn’t have lasted more than a few seconds, but she staggered back when it ended as if she’d drunk a whole bottle of wine.

“Now that’s worth coming home to.”

Kylie shook off his actions and words, thinking perhaps it was her roommates who’d been drinking. She caught the light scent of beer on Heath’s breath.

“Start the party without me?”

“Nope. We were waiting for you.” Heath winked at her and returned to the kitchen.

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