Page 96 of Friends Don't Kiss

I quickly towel off, wear the other robe, and join Kiara downstairs.

She turns her back to the window to look at me. “You look like a boxer,” she says, smiling at the way the robe barely covers my knees and constricts my shoulders. She blows on a cup of tea. “I made a whole pot. Want some? It’s really good. Dude has good taste.”

I wrap my arms around her as she turns around to resume her observation of the outdoors. “What were you looking at?” I set my chin on the top of her head. “Is that what I think it is?” I say, eyeing a square-like shape under a pile of snow.

“Hot tub, yeah. There’s instructions over there. Too bad it’s under three feet of snow and we don’t have swimsuits.”

I kiss the top of her head. “Swimsuits?” Damn if I’m wearing anything when I’m alone with Kiara near a hot tub. “Lemme find a shovel.”

She looks at me with a glint in her eye. “I guess the soup can wait. I’ll grab a couple of towels.”

By the time we’re in the water, it’s totally night. We turned all the lights off in the A-frame. The snow stopped falling, the sky cleared up, and despite a bright moon we have a spectacular view of the stars. Kiara drops her head back to look up.

“Colt, look!” she says, glancing at me.

“Your neck is a way better view than the stars to me.”

She straightens her head. “Awww,” she says, her foot reaching mine to give me a stroke. Her smile is soft. I’ve never seen Kiara soft or heard her say “awww.” It’s new to me. I knew she’d be soft inside. I didn’t know how good it would make me feel when I finally found out.

“Why are you so far away?” I clutch her thighs between my feet and draw her to me.

She slides off the seat and dips under water for a beat, reappearing with a squeal. Instead of sitting next to me, she straddles me and looks me in the eye. Her nipples are right at the surface of the bubbling water, her naked shoulders glistening. She slides her arms around my neck and dips her face down to kiss me. “D’you think it’d be okay to have sex in here?”

Sweet Kiara. My dick was already paying attention. He answers for me. “I think it’s required.”

She laughs softly. “I didn’t see that in the Airbnb rule book.”

“It’s an unwritten rule, Kiara. I find myself naked with you, anywhere, I have to take you. That’s rule number one. Rule number two, I find myself in a hot tub with you, I have to take you.”

“Isn’t that the same thing?” she asks, lifting herself on her knees so she can place her entrance right where it needs to be.

“There’s a distinct—aaaah, fuck.”

She throws her head back and takes a deep breath. “I’m never forgetting this moment. You inside me and the stars above us.” She moves slowly up and down my shaft.

“You okay?” I ask. It’s been only what—two hours? She has to still be sore.

She moans softly as she lifts herself up, then comes down, setting her own rhythm. I hold onto her waist, feeling the hum build inside her, licking her perky nipples as they inch closer to my mouth, making my way up to her delicate neck. “Can I tell you something?” she whispers, leaning against my ear so I can hear her over the sound of the bubbles. “You’re better than in my fantasies. Like,waybetter.” Then she licks the side of my ear and moans so close to me I almost lose it.

“Fantasies?” I croak, nudging her face so I can look at her. Reaching to the side, I turn the hot tub controls off so I can hear her better—and see us in the water.

“Yeah, fantasies,” she repeats as she settles on me, my dick inside her to the hilt, and sways her hips.

Kiara. Kiara had fantasies. About me. I throw my head back and hiss.

“You like that?” she asks, increasing her movement.

“Cupcake, I like everything you do,” I answer. “Now, about those fantasies…” I cup her hips with my hands, my thumbs in the crease of her thighs, my fingers splayed on her tight butt.

She clenches around me. “Yeah?”

“Wanna tell me what they were?”

She bites her bottom lip, then chuckles. “Um… no.”

She’s killing me. “Come on! Please?” What could she possibly be fantasizing about, that she won’t repeat to me?

She stays silent, and I can tell she’s focusing on our joined sexes, and the feeling between her legs and inside her. Her bottom tenses a bit and she grips my shoulders in a more mechanical way.

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