Page 69 of Wicked Fantasies

Were they even now regretting the impulsiveness of their words?

How could they know how much their sweet nothings affected her and tapped into her most desperate desires for them?

How long would she have to defend her heart and soul against the memories of this glorious weekend and how long would it be before she’d have to be committed to the psychiatric hospital?

Yes, she decided, pushing away from the mirror, a good night’s sleep would restore things back to normal.

She’d find a way to return to her old self and somehow, someway she’d manage to put away her unruly desires and pull out Kylie the buddy once again.

At least she hoped that proved so because the very sad, very true fact was she had fallen madly, deeply, passionately in love with Heath and Colt.

She didn’t know if she could survive the fallout of a return to their previous lives.

Chapter Thirteen

Colt watched the sun set on their fantasy weekend as Kylie slept in his arms. He’d returned home a couple of hours earlier to find Heath and Kylie cuddled up together on the couch.

From the flushed, satisfied look on their faces, he knew they’d done far more than merely relax in front of the action-adventure flick they were watching on television. He’d joined them and now he was trying to determine how he’d ever look at their couch again without thinking of the love games they’d played upon it. The image of Kylie on top of him and riding his cock as she bent forward to suck on Heath’s erection had forever changed the way he’d see that piece of furniture.

They’d stumbled back to his bed and fallen asleep instantly. Unfortunately, his restless mind wouldn’t let his body continue to slumber and he wasn’t alone in his anxiety.

Heath had gotten up a few minutes earlier and he could hear him pacing around the room. The incredible sensations of their earlier lovemaking were still resonating in his body. Colt wished he could wake her up and disappear in her sweetness once again.

Looking toward the end of the bed, he could see Heath had given up his uneasy wanderings and was sitting in a chair that was usually covered with clothing.

“Now what?” Heath whispered. Colt fought against the pain lodged in his chest. They’d thought they could coerce her with sex, giving her everything they had to give. They’d said the words written in their hearts as they made love to her, but she’d no doubt dismissed it as mindless love talk.

They needed to broach the subject now before she returned to her own room, thinking with the end of the weekend that things were going back to normal. He feared she was content with the thought of getting up in the morning, going to work and then coming home to watch a hockey game with them as if the weekend had never happened. That same scenario made his blood run cold. He’d never get the image of her accepting him and Heath into her body time and time again out of his mind.

He was head-over-heels, hopelessly in love with the woman and if she seriously thought they were going to give up without a fight, then she had another think coming. There would be no return to normal.

He grimaced. Normal. What the fuck was that? Living as platonic roommates, the way they had the last seven years, suddenly seemed completely abnormal. How had they existed like that for so long?

“We need dinner.” Heath rose and started out of the room. “Wake her up. It’s time we had a talk and it obviously won’t happen in the bedroom.”

He watched Heath stiffen his spine and walk toward the kitchen. He had to hand it to his best friend; he had more courage than he did. The idea of proposing to Kylie had his heart racing and his hands shaking.

Sighing heavily, he bent over her sleeping form and pressed a light kiss to her forehead.

“Wake up, darlin’.”

She tried to shrug him off and he grinned at her grumpy expression. She never did like being woken up and to say she wasn’t a morning person was an understatement.

Granted, this wasn’t morning, but given the way they’d gotten their days and nights so screwed up, she probably thought it was.

“Rise and shine.”

“I don’t want to,” she grumbled, rolling over and pulling the covers over her head.

“Heath is making us dinner.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“You must be. All we ate today were cold doughnuts. Come on, sweetness. It’s Sunday night and we’re all going back to work in the morning. We need to have a talk.” He forced a lightness he didn’t feel into his words, but she must have sensed his stress.

She turned over and looked at him closely. “We don’t have to have a talk, Colt. I remember the rules. Honestly, you and Heath don’t have to worry about me going all girly on you.”

He wanted to shake her. Problem was she wouldn’t go all girly on them. She struck a deal and she’d stand by it regardless of what it may cost all of them.

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