Saving Kylie

God, she was beautiful. The soft buzz of alcohol pinked her lips and sexily unfocused her wicked blue eyes. His cock hardened more and more the longer they faced each other across their living room picnic in front of the fire. She’d shared some bartending war stories, and he’d told her a couple from school, but the nicest thing about their friendship was they didn’t have to talk. Everything felt comfortable between them, borne from hours of easy conversation in a low-pressure atmosphere. Even if they didn’t know all the details of each other’s lives, in the most vital ways, they knew each other. He just had to convince her of that.

First he had to find a way not to want her so badly that all rational thought disappeared the minute she looked in his direction.

When she caught him adjusting himself for what had to be the fifth time, she laughed and popped to her feet pretty damn nimbly considering her state of intoxication.

“Let’s go for a ride.”

“Yes, let’s,” he said gratefully, catching his fingers in her belt loops and tugging her close so he could press his mouth against her denim-clad mound.

“Not that kind, silly.” She giggled and wound her fingers through his hair, stroking his scalp in that possessive, borderline-rough way he already loved. “Not yet. I mean outside.” He glanced up and studied her glowing face in the flickering firelight. “In the snow. I want to put my arms around you, hold on tight while you take me through the turns I couldn’t navigate last night. I want to reach down and feel your cock and know you’re dying to have me.”

Right then he would’ve given up his job, his house, and even his sanity just to be able to make that erotic wish come true. “Honey, it’s snowing like crazy out there.”

“I know. But it would be fun. A little dangerous, yes, but I trust you.”

He wasn’t strong enough to say no to her. “You’re still sore.”

“So are you.” Again she stroked the area under his eyes, her fingertips as soothing as the aloe she carried in her purse. “Plus I know you’ve had a bit to drink, so maybe it’s not a good idea.”

“I had half a glass, maybe. Didn’t want to overdo it with all the OTCs you poured down my throat.”

“You’re such a good boy.”

“Yeah, sure. That’s me. Be careful what you say or maybe I’ll go upstairs and grab something out of that drawer for you to wear during our ride.”

Though he’d mostly been joking, the interest that ignited in her eyes made him reconsider. “Which ride are we talking about?”

“Any. All.”

“None of the toys in your drawer were small enough to wear while out and about. So I’m guessing you’re referring to a butt plug.”

Part of him wanted to shield her from his needs, while the rest of him ached to have in her every way she would give him. “Guess I am.”

She caught the tip of her tongue between her teeth. “So you’ll fuck my ass, but you won’t spank me. Out of some misguided fear of hurting me. Just want to be clear,” she said when he glanced back toward the fire.

“I can’t help wanting to protect you.”

“From what? You?” Her low scoff eased the tension curled in his gut. “I trust you, Justin. With all of me.”

Even your heart?

Saying nothing, he rose and began gathering the remnants of their meal.

“I’m sorry. I guess my pushing you into doing something you don’t want to, whatever the reason, is no better than Rob trying to ease me into the world of group sex.”

He let out a harsh laugh as he grabbed the stems of their wineglasses in one hand. “You really think you’re pushing me? Fucking you in the ass is the least of what I’d like us to do. Together. It’s not just a matter of me doing what I want and you getting a gold star because you’ll take it. I need you to crave me the way I do you, no matter the method. And maybe I’m just not sure you’re really there yet or if it’s still about you pleasing me.”

“Yeah, because pleasing men is my only purpose in life.” She snorted. “Wanna see the scuffs on my knees?”

“No.”

“Maybe you’d rather see me lie down in front of you and thrust my ass in the air. Maybe you’ll get the message then.” She laid her hand on her lower belly, drawing his gaze as surely as if she’d peeled off her jeans. “If only you had any idea how wet I am just imagining your hand on my ass, you’d sing a different tune.”

He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. Thinking about Kylie getting wet while she imagined him smacking the firm cheeks of her ass was not doing him any favors. “Did you want to take that ride or not?”

“Oooh, I’ve pissed you off.” She stepped closer and slipped her hand under his shirt, scratching his stomach lightly with her short nails. His cock sprung up between them, and she laughed huskily. “Whatever gets you up works for me. Maybe if I get you hot enough, you’ll finally listen to what I’m saying.”

“You’re drunk.”