Say It's Not Fake

A part of me wishing we shared them together.

Chapter 6

Whitney

“Hey Kyle,” I called out as I got out of my car at the office on Monday morning. Seeing him made me flustered—and for completely pervy reasons.

After he got Katie back to sleep at Meg and Adam’s, he turned to me with a smile that I remembered. A smile that I still saw sometimes in my dreams. We rejoined our friends, and the rest of the evening was a lot easier. There was none of the tension that had marked the beginning of the evening. As if those few moments spent together, watching Katie sleep had unlocked something between us. It felt good not to have to shoulder the weight of his disappointed heartbreak for one night.

There was something infectious about his laughter. The way he made everyone around him smile. I hadn’t realized how incredibly likable he was. How his friends looked to him when they needed to feel good. He had this way of enclosing those around him in his cozy warmth, and it made you never want to leave his side.

How had I never seen what an incredible guy he was?

Because I had been too up my own ass and chasing all the wrong things.

Katie slept for the remainder of the party. The adults played cards and listened to music—quietly, of course. It was a far cry from get-togethers I had attended in the past. But this was a group of people who enjoyed each other. They fit into each other's lives, and briefly, I felt as I could fit too.

That night I had a very vivid dream about Kyle. His mouth on my breasts. His fingers inside me. I woke up touching myself close to orgasm.

It happened again last night. Twice.

It was disconcerting seeing real Kyle when the image of naked dream Kyle was still too present in my head.

“Hi, Whit,” he called out, his deep voice resonating in the early morning.

Christ on a cracker. My belly clenched, and my mind took me straight back to my naughty naughty dreams.

“Whit.” Kyle stood in my bedroom doorway. For some reason, his shirt was off, but I wasn’t complaining. He was all hard muscles and slick skin.

“Kyle,” I rasped. I was in my bed, wearing some skimpy thing that if I weren’t dreaming, I’d never in a million years wear.

He didn’t say another word; instead, he strode into the room, his thighs straining against the tight material of his jeans. Once he reached the bed, he pulled the blankets away from my body and stared down at me with so much heat I was burning alive.

“I’m going to fuck you,” he growled, reaching for me.

“Please,” I keened loudly.

Then because it was a dream, our clothes were magically gone, and his face was between my thighs. I could feel his tongue inside me. Lapping me up. I moaned, arching my back.

“I could eat every inch of you,” he murmured, his mouth vibrating against me.

Then he crawled up my body and claimed my mouth, his lips sticky from my wetness. He was touching me everywhere, and when he pushed his cock inside me, I thought I’d die from how good it felt to be like this with him. To be so close, but not close enough. I wanted more …

I woke up just as I climaxed. But it was from my fingers and not from the gorgeous man with the giant dick, which was really depressing.

And now I had to look at him, face to face, not two hours after cumming with his name in my mouth.

“You look ... hot,” I stuttered, closing my eyes in mortification. “What I meant was it’s hot out, and you look sweaty, and never mind.” I clamped my lips shut, willing myself to be quiet.

“Yeah, it’s going to be a scorcher,” Kyle replied, smiling slightly. “So, you look ... uh ... hot too.” Was he teasing me? Did he mean I was hot hot or temperature hot? Why was I analyzing everything like a teenager?

Spending time with Kyle over the weekend had seriously scrambled me up. And then there were the sex dreams. The very intense, erotic, and amazing sex dreams. I felt my thighs start to tremble. Crap. I needed to get out of there and fast.

“Well, stay cool.” That’s it; I needed to find a shovel and dig a grave. Cause of death? Total embarrassment.

“I’ll try.” Yep, he was laughing now. I guess it was better than ignoring me, which he had been doing a good job of since I moved back.

I gave a pathetic little wave, which he returned with an incline of his dark head, and I hurried to work before I said something else that made me look like an idiot.

The law office was buzzing with a peculiar energy when I walked inside. We weren’t open for another thirty minutes, but Adam was already there. I could hear his voice rising and falling on the other side of his door.