Page 49 of Face Off
“Good,” he says with a head nod.
I clutch his hand in mine. “Cassidy said you were in town because of a girl?”
“You can say that.”
“Wow, the big, bad, unreadable Kyle Reynolds has found a girl who’s worthy of him leaving that bar for more than sleeping,” I say through an amused smirk.
“It’s not like that,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck as we reach the door to the rooftop bar. “You remember Jess, Chase’s little sister.” I nod, remembering the petite little blonde who used to tag along with Cassidy and me during our summers because Kyle and his friends were too cool for us. “She was living here in Seattle while working for some big-time law firm but is now moving back to Ketchum. Chase was a little preoccupied and well, Nico just had his baby, so I volunteered to come help.”
“Very chivalrous of you.”
“Yeah, if only she saw it that way. Anywho… you ready to do this thing?” he says, looking toward the door.
I grip his hand and release a deep breath I was holding as Kyle opens the door for me. Entering the rooftop brings back so many memories of the night Brooks had given me a ride home after discovering Tucker was a grade A prick.
It doesn’t surprise me in the slightest when I spot Brooks sitting at the bar with Channing. Perfect. Time to put your plan in motion, Hayley. I gesture with my head toward the bar, pointing out Brooks to Kyle. The DJ is in full swing. I’m Good by David Guetta and Bebe Rexha fills the rooftop as we make our way to the center of the dance floor, bodies grind up on one another.
“Your man just turned around. Let’s give him one hell of a show, Red,” Kyle whispers in my ear before spinning me around, his firm chest full of warmth pressing against my back. “Relax, Red. Just go with it.”
The tantalizing beat is almost hypnotic as I relax my back into his front, our hips moving in sync to the music as if we’re the only ones in the room. Kyle’s hands run down my sides in a caressing touch, before gripping my hips firmly. My head falls back on his shoulder as I imagine it’s Brooks’ touch. Oh, how I miss his touch. Crave it just as much as I miss and crave him.
I glance toward the bar to see Brooks staring directly at me as if he’s ready to kill Kyle. His fist is clenched tightly around the neck of his beer bottle, white knuckling it as his eyes roam my body, watching all the places Kyle has touched.
Hook. Line. And Sinker.
A satisfied smile spreads across my face. “I think mission is already accomplished,” I say, turning in Kyle’s hold to whisper in his ear. “Let’s go get a table and some drinks.”
He ushers me to the nearest high top before disappearing to the bar. Okay. Play it cool, Hayley. You casted the bait, he tookthe bait; now it’s time to see what his next move is. Internally freaking out, I try to distract myself, gazing out into the city. However, my distraction only lasts so long when I feel my phone vibrate in my clutch.
Brooks: Does pretty boy know he’s touching something that’s not his?
Pretty boy, I chuckle to myself as I read his message. If only he knew that Kyle is nothing more than a pawn for tonight, he’d be calling him something other than pretty boy, that’s for sure.
Hayley: I belong to no one. It seems you’ve forgotten.
Brooks: I bet he wouldn’t know how to worship that sweet pussy of yours like I can.
My lips part, and my core heats as I imagine his mouth on my aching pussy. I could say he’s wrong that Kyle, AKA my vibrator, can do a damn good job, but I know he’d know the truth. I can’t let him see me sweat.
Okay, Hayley. Get a grip. Play it cool.
Hayley: So full of yourself, Mr. Miller. Maybe you should be focusing less on whom I’m out with and more on your playing. Seems you’ve been distracted lately.
Brooks: Distracted by you. You guessed that right.
I read the message over and over again before Kyle comes out of nowhere with our drinks. “Everything okay?” he asks, sitting next to me before sipping his beer.
I nod before placing my phone face down on the table. “He’s been texting you, hasn’t he? I saw him typing away while I was the bar.”
“He has,” I say through a croak just as another text vibrates on my phone.
Kyle runs his hands up my bare thighs as I lean into him more. “Why don’t you read that message, Red. Pretty sure that means mission accomplished.”
He pulls away, winking at me as he continues to drink his beer. I flip my phone over and have to squeeze my thighs together to contain my building arousal.
Brooks: Does his touch turn you as much as mine used to?
Brooks: Lose the date, Red. And then I’ll show you just what you’ve been missing.
