Pretty Thing (Naughty Things 1)

“Oh, Kali,” I say, unable to stop my laugh. “You’re not serious, right?”

“What do you do with them?”

“I…” I want to say, What don’t I do with them? But that sounds like I’m a man whore. “How about I show you?” I say instead. And before I can remind myself this is my best friend’s sister and I’m not gonna pull out the Aiden Edwards man-whore moves on her, I push her up against the bathroom wall and turn the vibrator on.

“What are you doing?” she laughs, shoving me away with two hands on my chest.

I decide not to give in. I decide not to think at all and just… do something I’d do. She showed me the real her today, I can at least return the favor. So I don’t let her push me away, I just lower the vibrator—which appears to have a full charge because it’s humming loudly—and place it between her legs.

She squirms, crossing her legs so I can’t have access. Then she says, “You have to take my clothes off first.”

“Do I?”

She laughs again. “You’re gonna get my pants all wet.”

“No, Miss Anderson. You’re going to get your pants all wet. And you’re gonna like it too.” I press my chest up again her breasts and make sure the vibrator is in just the right place. “Just relax,” I say. Because it’s clear she’s not been introduced to the kinky side of sex before. That blindfold probably is a sleep mask. “I got this, Kal.”

She lets out a nervous laugh.

“I came in your mouth last week,” I say. “Trust me, this is gonna be easy.”

“Oh, my God,” she says.

“What’s up?” I say. “You were all dirty-talking me last time.”

“Did I?” she says. “Oh, shit. I did. I was drunk. And sad. I’m not drunk. Maybe we should get drunk?”

“Nice offer,” I muse. But the real takeaway from her statement was that she’s not sad. She didn’t say it, but she implied it. And I realize I’m not sad either. I’m actually feeling better now that we’re here at her place and the memories of Kyle aren’t all around me. “We’re not getting drunk. We’re doing this sober. So just… relax, OK? I promise, I really do got this.”

She sucks in a deep breath of air and lets it out. Eyes locked on mine as she nods.

I lean in to her a little more, kissing her neck as I move the vibrator between her legs. “If it’s not in the right spot,” I whisper into her ear, “put it where you like it.”

She exhales, like this makes her nervous. But her hand reaches down to mine and a moment later she’s repositioning the vibrator so it’s directly over her clit.

“Right there?” I ask, turning my head so I can see her face. Her eyes are closed and her mouth is open just a little, her tongue touching the tip of her teeth in a way that looks both seductive and sweet at the same time.

“Yes,” she says, her hand reaching for my cock.

I’m nearly hard as it is, but when she grips me through my jeans the blood rushes in and fills me up.

I grind against the pressure of her hand. Wanting more. I figured we’d have sex this weekend. Eventually. Didn’t plan on getting her so hot right away, but fuck it.

I’ve missed out on years of Kali Anderson and that ends right now.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN – KALI

His cock is thick and hard under his pants and all I want is to take it out and feel it in my palm. Press my thumb over his tip and tease him until he’s wet too. I’m no stranger to sex but he makes me nervous. This is Aiden Edwards. My Aiden Edwards. And I know we’ve already done this, but that was different. That was drunk, after-funeral sex and this is sound-mind-and-body sex.

So all these thoughts about what happens next start swirling up in my brain. All the what ifs that come with living two hours apart. All the doubts about Kyle, and the future—

“Shhhh,” Aiden whispers in my ear. “Whatever you’re thinking about, just let it go.”

“I’m not,” I whisper back, lying.

“I can tell, Kali. I’ve known you almost thirty years.” And then he nips my earlobe.

Which sends chills through my whole body and makes me shrug my shoulders so he’ll ease up.

“How about we go do this somewhere else? Huh?” He takes the vibrator away from me and pushes, ever so slightly, on the small of my back.

“Sure,” I say, leading him across the hall to the bedroom. But once we’re there, standing at the foot of the bed, tingly apprehension floods my body. I’m holding my breath, looking at my feet when the tip of his finger touches the bottom of my chin.

I look up and meet his gaze.