Page 50 of Forgotten Promise

He watched Kailani swallow and tried to convince himself that he didn’t want to run his tongue down her neck. He turned his attention to John, but that wasn’t better. He wanted to grab a handful of John’s dark brown hair and use it to hold him still for a kiss.

What the fuck was going on with his libido? Maybe remembering that summer with Kailani—which had been romantic, but during which they’d also fucked like it was their job—had broken the seal on his self-control.

John cleared his throat and said, “I meant it, back on the plane.”

“Meant what?” Kailani took another drink.

“I’m going to need more details about the sex clubs and kinky sex you two had.”

It was as if John could hear Benjamin’s thoughts. He certainly felt better knowing he wasn’t the only one who was feeling some kind of way right now.

Kailani slowly lowered the bottle, her dark eyes assessing. “Have a little voyeur in you?” she asked softly.

John shrugged. “Partially. I’m also thinking that two rich, cultured kids probably had a way more…interesting…sexual exploration phase than most of the rest of us.” John raised his brows, the corner of his mouth kicked up in a small smile. “For example, I don’t think most people are quite so thorough.”

“You didn’t take your summer love to BDSM clubs in Amsterdam, try out being furries in Berlin, or attend private seminars about breath play on a yacht somewhere off Mallorca?”

“Mykonos,” Kailani corrected, her fingertips on her throat.

“Ah, right.” Benjamin caught Kailani’s eyes, and there was a beat of memory before her expression changed and a moment of silent communication passed between them. Kailani raised a brow and hid her smile with her beer bottle.

He knew that expression, remembered it, and knew exactly what she was proposing.

Benjamin leaned back in his seat. “What did we try in Mallorca? Was that where we had a session with a dominatrix?” Benjamin watched John out of the corner of his eye.

“Hmm, yes, it was.” Kailani tapped her nails rhythmically on her beer bottle.

“Where was the swingers party?” Benjamin asked.

“Wasn’t it at that same hotel where we had the X-rated bachelor auction? The one where you wore a loincloth?” Kailani’s expression was the picture of innocent confusion.

Benjamin rubbed his mouth with two fingers to control the grin before saying, “Then there was that retreat where we did the Tarzan role-play.”

“And the primal play.” Kailani’s touched the tip of her tongue to her upper lip.

Benjamin’s cock reacted to the sight. He shifted, tugging on the thigh of his pants. Across the table, John swallowed hard.

Benjamin realized the silence had stretched, and it was his turn. “And then there was the sex in the ice hotel.”

Kailani shivered. “Oh, that’s right. It was a tad chilly.”

John’s eyes narrowed. “You two are making this shit up.”

Kailani broke first, her grin giving them away. Benjamin couldn’t help but chuckle, his eyes meeting Kailani’s. Another shared moment of understanding. Of remembering when they were friends and could always play off one another because they had similar senses of humor and their minds worked the same way.

“Assholes,” John breathed, collapsing back in his seat. “How much of that was true?”

“The first few,” Benjamin said.

At the same time Kailani said, “Everything up through the breath play.”

John frowned, looking up as he remembered. “So, a BDSM club, furries, and breath play.” John looked at them, brows raised. “Furries?”

“We just watched,” Benjamin said. “The Germans really enjoy being furries.”

“We were also really high,” Kailani explained.

“So high,” Benjamin agreed.

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