32. Tori
32
TORI
When Kyle finally took off the blindfold, we were in a dark hallway—definitely something underground. It almost looked like a tunnel, which didn’t make sense. The dim lighting wasn’t helping my vision return any quicker, but that allowed me to focus on Kyle’s touch. He stood so close, and I liked the way it felt when his hands brushed past my neck, or my hair. Or pretty much anywhere.
Although there were a few places he hadn’t yet touched. And those spots ached for him to do so.
Though I could see now, I put my arm back around Kyle’s, letting him guide me. The fabric of his black suit jacket felt expensive—maybe even designer. Kyle was a funny guy. He didn’t always dress super well. Half the time, he was happy to wear sports apparel or shorts and a tight t-shirt. Or no shirt. It didn’t really matter what he wore because he always looked good.
But when he decided to dress up, he was absolutely lethal. It was like he became this instrument designed to drive women crazy—as he’d been doing to me all night.
He’d teased me that I’d probably have a spontaneous orgasm when I saw him in his suit, and I swear, I very nearly had. When I’d come out of the bedroom and seen him waiting for me in the living room… well, it was the first time I’d truly understood what the phrase weak at the knees meant.
His black suit hugged his body like it had been made just for him, tailored so close it showed off the muscles I usually only saw when he was shirtless around the house. And somehow, he made it look effortless, like he hadn’t even tried. His button-down shirt, made out of some shiny black material, was open at the collar, a couple buttons undone, and the glimpse of skin there felt like it was just for me.
The way he’d looked stopped me in tracks, but the way he’d looked at me—that was the part that nearly made his prediction come true. I couldn’t remember a man looking at me the way he did, and certainly not a man who was that unbelievably attractive. If he was going to look that hot on every date, then he could blackmail me into one every time.
“Nervous?” Kyle asked, and I jumped, wondering if he’d somehow known what I’d been thinking about.
“A little,” I admitted. “But it’s the good kind of nervousness. Filled with excitement and anticipation, too.”
“Good. Because we’re almost there.”
Once he said that, I realized that I could hear faint voices. The tunnel was still dark, but up ahead, I sensed an open space.
We turned a final corner, and there was a stand there with a man in a tuxedo behind it—like a ma?tre d’, except he was our age. Kyle stepped away from me and whispered something to the man, who nodded. “Welcome, lovely lady,” the man said. “Your table is waiting.”
Kyle nodded and led us into a large room that had the sounds and scents of an upscale restaurant, but it didn’t look like any place I’d ever been.
Everything was bathed in a soft, golden-red glow, and the walls were draped in thick velvet curtains that looked like they’d been pulled straight out of some old Hollywood movie. It didn’t feel like we were on campus anymore. It didn’t even feel like we were in this century.
The people inside didn’t look like ordinary college students, either. The women were in elegant evening gowns, their hair done up like they were headed to a gala or something. And the men wore gorgeous dark suits, like Kyle’s, or actual tuxedos with shiny shoes and cufflinks that caught the light.
Everyone looked rich and polished, like they belonged to some kind of secret society. Some couples were at tables, but a lot of the guests were on their feet, mingling, talking, and quite probably, checking out everyone’s amazing clothes. Most had champagne glasses, and they just looked so damn poised and elegant.
I was suddenly very grateful that I’d found this beautiful dress yesterday, but for the first time, I worried that it wasn’t fancy enough—no matter how much Kyle had seemed to like it.
He had his hand on the small of my back as he guided me through the large, opulent room. My eyes kept darting around, taking in everything—the gleaming hardwood floors, the dim lighting, the way the chandeliers sparkled over everyone’s heads. My heart was fluttering for a hundred reasons. I was excited, yes, but also kind of overwhelmed. I’d never been anywhere like this before. It felt too beautiful, too fancy, and I couldn’t quite believe that this place existed somewhere under the Langley campus—and that I was here with an incredibly hot baseball star.
A waiter in a crisp white shirt and black pants walked by, shouldering a heavy tray, and Kyle guided me around him. I smiled up at him and saw that he was watching me, taking in my reaction to everything.
I kept trying to look everywhere at once. At the bar tucked into the far wall, glowing like its own little spotlight in the dim room. It was beautiful—warm wood and rich reds, with bottles lined up behind glass and gold that shimmered in the low light. At the barstools covered in red velvet. Red seemed to be the theme of this place… everything from the tablecloths, the huge drapes lining the door to the kitchen, and even the lighting gave off a red glow.
Kyle cut across the middle of the room, and the floor changed—maybe to some kind of dance area in the middle? I hoped he wouldn’t want to dance. He was probably good at it—he seemed good at basically anything that involved using his body in a coordinated way—but I sure wouldn’t be.
One the far side of the dance floor, an attractive couple stood in front of a little walled off area with plants and flowers. The man was enormous, towering over the woman who wore the prettiest gown I’d seen yet. It had gray beading arranged in swirls and patterns over a nearly nude fabric. That, along with the plunging neckline, made her look incredibly gorgeous. She—oh my god. It was Hailey.
“Hailey!” I grabbed Kyle’s arm and pulled him over to where Hailey stood, looking very small next to her roommate, Grant. But god, they looked gorgeous together. Hailey had half the men in the rooms staring at her, but she only had eyes for Grant, and I couldn’t say I blamed her.
His black tux made him look very debonair and worldly, and somehow, a bit like a Bond villain. But a very sexy one. He looked like a million bucks, which was understandable, because his family was worth that, and more. He had on a black tux and while it wasn’t as dangerously sexy as Kyle’s all-black ensemble, he still looked incredible.
Hailey’s jaw dropped as I rushed up, dragging Kyle along.
“What are you doing here?” Hailey and I said at the same time, and then we hugged.
“You dress is so beautiful!” I exclaimed.
“So is yours!”
“Hi Grant,” I said, somewhat shyly. I knew him, of course, but the tall, handsome man had always intimidated me a bit. Not that he’d ever been anything but kind, but it just felt a little easier to relax around Ian and Theo, Hailey’s other roommates.
“Looking good, Tori.” Grant said. He had a nice smile—attractive with just a hint of mischief. Hailey was a lucky woman to be on his arm… but I felt pretty damn lucky myself.
I turned to Kyle. “This is my friend Hailey.”
“So I’ve gathered,” he said to me before turning his eyes to my friend. The dry way he said it made me remember that this was a secret club… maybe it wasn’t smart to shout people’s names across the room. “Nice to meet you, Hailey.”
I was going to introduce him to Grant, but they were already shaking hands. “You two know each other?”
“We’ve met,” Kyle said, and Grant nodded.
Okay, then. But I was too excited about seeing Hailey to wonder how they’d met. “Did you have to be blindfolded on the way in?” I asked, lowering my voice.
“Yes. They always do that.”
“Always? You’ve been here before?”
“Once.”
A waiter passed by with a tray full of champagne flutes, so we stepped to the side nearer the array of plants behind a low wall.
“What is this place?” I whispered.
“I don’t know, sort of like one of those old-fashioned speakeasies? I know it’s only open once a month. And everyone gets really dressed up.” Her voice was low, too.
“How do people even find out about it?”
“Only members of certain fraternities are allowed in.”
“But I thought Grant quit the fraternity.”
“He did, but he’s still got a lot of influence.” Hailey’s smile was tinged with pride.
“You two look really good together.”
Her cheeks turned pink as she smiled. “So do you and your man. I take it that’s the hot jock?” She grinned and went on before I could respond. “I can confirm that first part for myself.”
“Yes, that’s Kyle.” I wanted to hug Hailey again. Though this place was gorgeous, it was… a lot. But Hailey, even dressed like a bombshell, was my friend. Talking to her was comfortable and familiar. It was even easier than talking to—oh crap. Had I really just run off and left Kyle in the middle of the dance floor?
Heat flooded my face as I looked around. Kyle and Grant were headed toward us, still talking. Kyle had two champagne flutes, and his blue eyes were flashing.
“Victoria.” He handed me a glass of champagne, and then his hand settled on the small of my back again. Inwardly, I cringed.
“Oh my god, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” I trailed off, feeling mortified. I’d seen my friend and completely rushed off. “It’s just that Hailey and I haven’t seen each other in a while.”
Hailey nodded, nestled against Grant, his arm around her.
Kyle whispered in my ear in a low, dangerous voice. “I wanted to give you an unforgettable night. I didn’t know you were going to forget about me .”
“I didn’t! I just—” My sentence ended with a squeal as his hand slid down and pinched my ass. As if to make sure I wouldn’t forget him again.
“We’ll talk later, okay?” Hailey said. She grinned as she looked from me to Kyle and back again.
“Sure.”
“Enjoy the dinner—the food here is amazing.”
“Let’s go to our table.” Kylle said. His palm had returned to a respectable position on my back. He led me to a two-person table along the edge of the dance floor. There was a little note card on it, perhaps saying it was reserved for us? He swept it off the table before pulling my chair out for me.
Had anyone ever done that before for me? If so, I couldn’t remember it. I sat down and before I could even try to scoot the chair forward, he’d done it. Then his hand rested briefly on my bare shoulder. His skin was warm, and I tilted my head that way, resting my cheek against his touch for just a moment. Then he sat in the chair opposite me.
I set my champagne flute on the table next to a crystal water glass. There were also fine porcelain plates on chargers, gleaming silverware, and cloth napkins. Nowhere was a menu, however.
“It's a set three-course meal,” Kyle said when I asked about it. “If you don’t like it, we can ask for something else, but the food here is very good.”
The food here . I still didn’t know where here was, or why it was, or who sponsored or funded it or anything like that—but that didn’t stop me from being glad Kyle had brought me here as his date.
A waiter showed up, a young man who looked like a college student. Like the others, he had on a white button-down shirt, black pants, and one of those thick cloth belt things—maybe it was called a cummerbund? He filled our water glasses and refreshed our champagne without a word, and then he was gone.
Kyle picked up his flute and raised it to mine. “To a wonderful evening,” he said.
“It’s off to a pretty amazing start,” I said after tapping my glass against his.
“It is.” His eyes swept over my dress, and I couldn’t help thinking of that very erotic way he’d pulled the neckline of my dress away from me earlier. Cool night air had washed over my breasts, and my nipples instantly hardened. All it would’ve taken was one quick glance, and he would’ve seen my almost bare chest—but he hadn’t looked. Not even once.
My thighs clenched just thinking about it. It had been such a sexually charged moment. And I doubted it would be the only one.
“So how do you know Forsythe?” Kyle asked.
“Who?” My mind was still in the gutter
“Grant Forsythe.”
“Through Hailey. They’re roommates.”
“Oh?”
“Yes. I stayed at their place for a week or two after I escaped from Todd’s house.”
Kyle surveyed me, his eyes raised. “Is there anyone on campus you haven’t stayed with recently?”
I laughed. “Very few people. Staying with Hailey was great, but a little crowded. It’s not just them—there are two other guys who live there as well.” I lowered my voice conspiratorially. “In fact, until I saw her and Grant tonight, I wasn’t sure which one of them she was dating. I thought it might be Ian, but it’s Grant.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Well, they’re here, and all dressed up, and they look so good together.”
“But you’ve said she has three male roommates.”
“Yes. It’s kind of like our house.” I laughed.
“I suspect it’s not quite the same,” Kyle said, with a hint of a grin. “But hey, good for her.”
I took another sip of champagne and giggled. “She probably needs a stepladder to kiss him.”
“I’m sure they manage.”
A waiter arrived with the first course, which consisted of basket of warm rolls that smelled delicious, and a small ramekin of baked brie to share. It was topped with honey and almonds. It was soft and melty when I spread it on the bread.
Kyle kept watching me as I ate, which made me a little self-conscious. “What?” I finally asked.
“I like seeing you enjoy yourself.”
“I’m enjoying the brie,” I said. But then I smiled. “And the company.”
“Good. I?—”
He was interrupted by the arrival of two guys in matching three-piece suits. After I blinked rapidly, I saw that the guys were matching, too. Twins.
Kyle introduced them. “This is Robert, he plays first. And that’s Paul, he plays third.” Before he could introduce me, he frowned at his teammates, who just grinned back at him. “Actually, maybe that one’s Paul and this one’s Robert. Either way, this is Tori.”
The twin nearest me shook my hand. “Nice to meet you, Tori.” His gaze was on my cleavage.
The other twin echoed, “Nice to meet you,” but he looked me in the eye before turning back to Kyle. “What happened to the firecracker?”
Wait, the what? Before I could ask what that was, the twins were off, either having spotted someone else to catch up with.
I put my hand over my chest as they left, and Kyle noted my reaction. “Sorry. They can be pigs sometimes—but believe it or not, they’re perfect gentlemen compared to some of my frat brothers.”
Wow, what a lovely thought.
But I didn’t dwell on it long.
The main course was steak—filet mignon, if I was guessing right. It was seared on the outside and melt-in-your-mouth tender on the inside. It was perched on top of a swirl of truffle mashed potatoes. On the side were roasted carrots that had a caramelized edge to them.
The food was incredible, and it was easier to eat since Kyle was busy greeting people. “Do you know everyone here?” I asked at one point.
“Pretty much.”
That appeared to be true, because I’d barely eaten three bites of my steak when yet another young man showed up at our table. This one had on a black tuxedo like Grant, but the similarities ended there. He had curly red hair that looked like it hadn’t met a comb it couldn’t chew up and spit out.
He looked from Kyle to me and back again. “Where’s—” he started, but Kyle interrupted him.
“This is Victoria.”
The guy left after a half minute of small talk. After that, we were left alone until the dessert round. Yet another young-looking waiter brought a little bowl of something he announced was crème br?lée.
“That looks amazing.”
“You do the honors,” Kyle said. When he spotted the confused look on my face, he elaborated. “You’re supposed to tap at the caramel topping to break it into pieces.”
“Oh. Okay.” I tapped at it with the edge of the small spoon provided until cracks appeared in it. “Now what?”
“We share the dish.” Kyle scoffed, as if I should know. Then he leaned in, his voice lower. “Then you find it so damn delicious that the minute you get home, you jump into the bed of the guy who brought you here.”
A laugh sputtered out of me even as my thighs clenched at his low and rumbly tone. “Thank you for thoroughly explaining the process to me.”
“Well, it’s your first time, so I wanted to make sure you didn’t miss any of the steps.” He made an attempt to look innocent. “Sometimes the student becomes the teacher, Victoria.”
Okay, now his teasing was definitely getting to me. The gleam in his eyes made my pulse speed up and little shivers trickled across my skin.
He reached out, placing his hand on mine and rubbing his thumb across my wrist. “There are lots of things I could teach you.”
I was saved from having to answer by the arrival of yet another visitor. Kyle looked murderous at the interruption, but his friend, a tall guy with dark blond hair, didn’t seem to notice. Kyle introduced him as Matt and told me he was a pitcher for the team.
“Good to meet you, Tori,” the new man said. Then he clapped Kyle on the back, winked, and said, “Nice upgrade.”
I played that back in my head after he left. ”Upgrade?”
“No one listens to Matt. Including his catcher.”
Suddenly it clicked—what Matt had just said and what another guy had said earlier. “Firecracker… that must mean that redhead, right? The one who was all over you the other day? What was her name again?”
“Jasmine,” Kyle said cautiously.
“So you’ve brought her here?”
“A few times.”
“Did she wear a blindfold?” I asked, and his eyes lost focus for a moment. Now I was trying very hard not to picture Kyle and Jasmine together doing all kinds of perverted things together.
Then Kyle’s eyes cleared. “Yes. All women do. It’s not an insult. It means you’re one of an elite group who gets to experience this.”
“And how many times did Jasmine experience it?” My eyes narrowed.
“Are we talking about our pasts now?” He leaned back in his chair as he studied me. “How far back? Because if you want to talk about the past, you’re the one who kissed three men in a row on Thursday.”
“You arranged for that!”
“And you went along with it.”
“It was your idea. If you wanted me to turn it down, why suggest it in the first place?”
He shrugged. “It was fun. You must’ve thought so too, since you stayed for all three rounds.”
“You stayed for two of them,” I pointed out, crossing my arms across my chest.
“That was Jay’s idea.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. He thought you might like it.” Kyle frowned, and I worried he was judging me for enjoying it, but that wasn’t it. “He surprised me, actually. I always thought of him as Lucas 2.0, but he’s actually a pretty decent guy.”
“So is Lucas.”
“Agree to disagree. And I thought we agreed not to mention him again tonight?”
“You’re the one who did.”
“Oh.” He cocked his head to the side as he thought it over. “I guess I did. My bad—and just for that, you get the last bite of crème br?lée.”
I wasn’t going to say no to that. But after I’d eaten it, a blissful smile on my face, Kyle’s expression turned downright evil. “Just remember what happens after that.”
I tried to ignore him, but it was hard to ignore how my heart was pounding painfully in my chest. He always knew how to rile me up. To counter it, I took a deep breath, looking around. At the beautiful, luxurious furnishings from another time. At the people dressed in their finest clothes, myself included.
Kyle was quiet too, but when I looked over, he wasn’t watching our surroundings, he was studying me.
“What?”
“How’d you do that?” He reached over, catching the tendril of hair I’d left hanging down between two fingers. “Did you cut it?”
“No. I pinned part of it back—you just can’t see because it’s tucked under the rest.”
“That’s good. You know Jay would throw himself off a bridge if you cut your hair.”
I laughed. “Yeah, probably.”
He rubbed his thumb over the dark strands. “And the curl?”
“I used a curling iron.”
Finally, he let go. “A lot of effort, but if I get a vote, it was totally worth it.”
I smiled. “It's kind of nice to hear a guy appreciate stuff like that. Some men expect a woman to look gorgeous and then feel cheated when they realize she doesn’t look that way 24/7.”
His eyebrow cocked upward. “Then those men are idiots.” His gaze was on my hair again. “But I’ll tell you a secret. You look great even when you’ve just rolled out of bed wearing a sweatshirt and leggings, with your hair in a ponytail.”
My cheeks heated. “Somehow, I doubt that.”
“It’s true, and I’m not the only one who thinks so.” He gave a low, rumbly laugh. “Haven’t you ever noticed the three of us stopping whatever we’re doing when you do that thing with your hair?”
“What thing?”
“When you redo the ponytail.” Kyle made some kind of motion with his hands on his head that made no sense to me. “You know, when you bend over and let your hair fall forward and then gather it up. When you bend over in those skin-tight leggings that make your ass look… shit, what was I saying? Oh yeah, then when you pop back up, the ponytail looks perfect.”
“I do that?” Embarrassment flooded my system. Bending over at the waist in a houseful of men was probably not the best idea ever.
“ All the time.” He drew the words out, and the expression on his face was downright wicked.
It was too intense to look at for long, so I trained my gaze on his empty plate. But I couldn’t help the way my lips twitched upward. “And while I’m doing that, you’re sure it’s my hair you’re watching?”
“Absolutely.” Amusement filled his voice. “Why, what else would I be watching?”
“I don’t even want to think about it.”
“As I said, men are idiots.” He grinned. “I have no idea why young women don’t give up on us altogether and just make out with each other and let me watch.”
A laugh escaped as I shook my head. “Not sure what to do with that statement. It ended in a very different place than it began.”
He scoffed. “And you call yourself a tutor.”
A waiter showed up. “More champagne, sir?” Kyle accepted, but I put my hand over my glass. One was enough for me. I needed to keep my wits about me on a date with a man like Kyle.
“Why are all the waiters men?” I asked after he left.
“Because the female ones are called waitresses.” He cocked his head to the side, giving me a disappointed look. “Seriously, I may need to find a new tutor.”
I rolled my eyes. “You know what I mean. All the wait staff are men.”
“Not men , pledges.”
“They’re pledging a fraternity?”
“One of several. Which makes them cheap labor.”
“Can we get them to finish clearing out the basement?”
He laughed. “Tempting.”
“Jayden’s got a whole plan for how it’ll look down there. He’s got every corner plotted out.” I smiled. “And it’s not even his house.”
Kyle shrugged. “He can do what he wants.”
“Don’t you care what it looks like down there?”
He shook his head. “Not really. I know what I’m good at. Sports. Carrying heavy shit up and down the stairs. Making pretty girls blush. I don’t need to be a great brain.”
“You’re smart, too.”
“Not smart enough to major in cryptocurrency like the chief nerd himself.”
Why did he keep bringing up Lucas? “Cryptology,” I corrected.
“Whatever.”
I studied his face, and a memory surfaced. “You know his major is Cryptology.”
Kyle looked irritated. “Yeah, so? I was making a joke.”
“At your own expense.”
“Again, I repeat, so?”
“You did the same thing when you let me think you were betting on sports during class.”
“Jesus, Tori, you need to grow a sense of humor.”
I refused to let him sidetrack me. “Why make jokes that make you sound?—”
“Dumb?” he cut in. “Why not? I am dumb.”
“No, you’re not.”
“That’s not the popular opinion.”
“Which one of us is the future teacher? You’re not dumb, Kyle. It’s okay to show people the best side of you, not the side you assume they’re expecting.”
“Are you a psychology major now?”
“No.”
Kyle looked away. “People will see what they want to see. They always do.”
I reached across the table and put my hand on his. “I see a truly talented athlete. A man who looks really hot in a black suit. And a student who worked hard and got a B on his last paper.”
He gave a small laugh. “I know I’m supposed to like those first two things better, but that last one doesn’t sound half bad.”
“You should feel proud.”
“I kind of do? It’s an unfamiliar feeling, though, so I’m not sure.” His grin turned evil. “Are you going to reward me if I get a B on the next paper, too?”
“Yeah, your reward is the same as mine—we pass the class.”
Kyle’s eyes narrowed. “The fucking department never should’ve made that rule.”
“I agree, but we’re doing okay. Your paper for tomorrow is even better than the first one.”
“It is?” he sounded genuinely surprised.
But before I could answer, yet another guy appeared beside our table. This one had a shaved bald head though he didn’t look any older than us.
“Kyle, you son of a bitch. How the hell did you get such a beautiful woman to come here with you?”
Kyle huffed out a breath of air at the interruption and then introduced us. He didn’t say anything about what position the bald guy—Evan—played, so I figured they were fraternity brothers.
Evan put his hand on the back of my chair, and Kyle stiffened, his knuckles turning white. “You can do better, hot stuff.” The way he was standing over me made me think he was looking down the front of my dress, and I inched to the side.
Then Evan returned his attention to Kyle. “So, what happened to?—”
“Jasmine?” I cut in sweetly. “She’s not here. I am. And we were in the middle of a conversation.”
Evan took a step back, his hands up in a gesture of surrender. “Okay, message received. Keep an eye on this one, man, she’s a spitfire.”
“Sorry about that,” Kyle told me after Evan left. He took a deep breath as if to calm himself down. “Believe it or not, that was him on his best behavior.”
I was glad he was gone. “I wouldn’t want to see his worst.” Kyle nodded in agreement as I took a sip of water. “So what’s the hierarchy here? Is being a spitfire better than being a firecracker?”
The smile that settled on my date’s face made my thighs clench. “It is in my book.”
The return trip after dinner was much like the first, but this time Kyle put the blindfold on me before we got in the elevator.
I pouted even though having him stand so close made my skin sizzle. “Afraid I’ll see what the elevator looks like?”
“No.”
The doors slid open with a familiar noise and then Kyle took my hand and led me in there.
“I put it on now so it would be more fun to do this.”
“Do what?”
He didn’t bother to answer my question. Instead, he cupped my face and tilted my head up. My eyes closed under the blindfold even before I felt his soft inhalation on my face. When his lips met mine, I gave a little moan and took a step back even as my hands went up to his shoulders.
The wall of the elevator was directly behind me, and as Kyle worked magic with his mouth, he slid his hands up my arms. Then he grasped my wrists and pinned them to the elevator wall on either side of my head.
He was overwhelming my senses. I couldn’t see, but all I could feel, taste, hear, and smell was him. His body pressed against mine. His mouth smashed against mine. His strong hands interlaced with mine, holding them in place.
I moaned as he deepened the kiss. His hips pushed against me, and he was hard. Not just the hard, flat muscles of his abs, but hard all over. I groaned as he pushed against me, emphasizing the bulge in his pants
The elevator stopped and cool air hit me as the doors opened with a ding. But then Kyle let go of one of my hands, reached over, and the doors slid shut again. With my hand free, I wasted no time in cupping the back of his head, running my fingers through his short hair.
His hand settled on my hip, but then slid higher, his fingers stroking the side of my breast through the thin fabric of the dress.
Then the doors opened again, and he groaned. “Next time we need a slower elevator,” he grumbled as he put his arm around my shoulder and led me out into the night air.
It was the same as before, I walked nestled against him and let him guide me around several turns. I had no idea where we were, but when he stopped, I felt a tiny pang of disappointment.
His hands moved to the back of my head to untie the blindfold, but I stopped him. “Let’s wait until we’re back at your truck.”
I couldn’t see him, but I somehow felt his surprise. “I like the way you think,” he said huskily.
In truth, I didn‘t know what I was thinking—but I liked being so close to him. Being guided by him.
Trusting him.
That was insane. After all, he’d blackmailed me into this date. But it felt like I could trust him anyway.
The air cooled, and from the surface of the ground, I knew we were in the parking lot. Plus I could smell something that was perhaps motor oil. Not my favorite scent, so I pressed my head against Kyle’s chest. He smelled much better than the nearby cars.
He held me tightly as he guided me along, and when he finally stopped, I heard him fishing his keys out of his pocket. I reached out a hand and touched the smooth side of his truck.
He pulled me back as he opened the door and then his hands were on my waist, lifting me into the air. I’d barely perched on the edge of the seat when my hands went to the blindfold. Suddenly, I wanted to see him. He looked hot-as-sin tonight, and I didn’t want to wait any longer.
The blindfold slid down to the floor, and I blinked until his vivid blue eyes came into focus. Except his gaze was focused on my bare thigh as the fabric of the dress fell away from it.
“The fucking slit in that dress,” Kyle growled, placing his hand on the gap left from the open fabric. “It was all I could think about the whole damn night.”
God, his touch felt good. His hands were always so large and warm. But still, I couldn’t help teasing him. “It was hidden under the table most of the night,” I pointed out.
“Yes, but I knew it was there.” He slid his hand up my thigh, and that was all it took for me to forget about everything else.
We reached for each other at the exact same moment.
His arms wrapped around me, low on my back, and he pulled me toward him. My legs parted giving him room to press in close. His mouth claimed mine again, and it felt even better now that he was standing between my knees, his bulge pressing against my core in a tantalizing way. This time, I let my hands stray all over him. His hair. His broad shoulders. His muscled back. God, touching him felt good.
And holy shit, being touched by him felt good. One large palm was pressed against my side, his thumb slipping in between us to rub my nipple. He groaned when he felt how hard it was.
My back arched, and he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and then he worked his way across my jaw. When he reached my neck, he made a long lick, as if I was his favorite flavor of ice cream.
God, it felt good. And it was yet another reason to wear my hair up—it gave him easier access.
Kyle’s other hand slid down my back to squeeze my ass, and my breath caught in my throat. He pulled me closer, grinding his erection against me, making sure I felt how big it was.
It felt really, really big.
“I want to hear you come,” he said roughly. “For real, not fake.” His hand moved to my thigh, sliding between our bodies. It was right where it had been at the end of movie night—before we’d been interrupted.
“Let me make you scream.”
God, it was tempting. But we were in a parking lot.
Kyle pulled back, his eyes on my face, and he seemed to know my concern. “There’s no one around. And no cameras, either. I checked when you still had the blindfold on. Let me touch you, Tori. Those sexy fucking noises you made before can be real.”
I couldn’t. I shouldn’t. But damn, I wanted to.
Kyle crushing my breast against my chest, cupping it, flicking his thumb across the nipple. “Say yes, Victoria.”
“Yes,” I breathed softly, and his eyes glittered, his smile triumphant.
He didn’t need to be told twice. He cupped the back of my head and pulled my mouth against his. At the same time, his hand slid between my thighs. This time he didn’t stop.
His fingertips brushed over the thin fabric of my panties, and I moaned in anticipation. In half a second he had the flimsy material pushed aside and was stroking a long finger up and down my folds, which were very ready for him. It would have been embarrassing how easy his finger slid through the moisture there, but all I could focus on was the feeling of his mouth claiming mine and his hand between my legs.
Then he placed what felt like two fingers at my entrance and moved them in agonizingly slow circle. “Hold on to me,” he growled. I put my hands on his shoulders and as he pushed his fingers into me, I cried out.
He pushed deeper, and I felt a jolt of raw heat rush through my body. The rhythm of his hand became the only thing I could focus on—his fingers sliding in and out, his thumb teasing my clit. My breath hitched with every stroke, my grip on his shoulders growing almost desperate. His skillful fingers were driving me wild and filling my body with mounting tension.
My pulse pounded in my ears as I tried to prepare myself. I clung to his neck tighter, trying to steady myself. Each time his fingers curled, I felt something coil tighter inside me, too. I couldn’t even form proper words—just ragged little gasps and whimpers as he switched to direct strokes across my clit.
My back arched and my vision blurred as the pressure inside me boiled over. A wave of sheer bliss crashed over me so hard I almost couldn’t catch my breath. I cried out, my body shaking, every nerve lit up like fireworks behind my eyes.
I collapsed against him, clinging to his neck as I tried to catch my breath. That’s when I realized his body shaking. I pulled back and my gaze traveled down his perfect form—stopping when I saw the rough way he stroked his impossibly big, impossibly hard cock.
I gasped, staring at it. He was easily twice as big as the man who had taken my virginity. And he was pumping it so hard. My heart rate, which had been slowing, went into overdrive again.
Kyle met my eyes, and there was strain on his face, and for some reason, it was so hot. I’d never seen a man do this—and had never known I’d like watching it.
“Harder,” I whispered.
He raised an eyebrow but complied, and the sight made me want to clench my thighs together—except his body was between my knees, making it impossible.
Mesmerized, I stared at the way he manhandled his cock—it was so damn hot. Suddenly, I wanted him to have as much pleasure as he’d just given me—and I wanted to help him do that. I bit my lip, trying to think of what I could do when he was obviously so close. And then I got an idea.
My hands flew to the neckline of my dress, and I tugged it out just like he had before we went in the club. “You didn’t look before,” I said, my voice husky. “But I want you to look down.” He didn’t hesitate. His gaze dropped to the tops of my breasts, and he gave a guttural groan.
“Holy shit, Tori,” he panted. “You’re fucking gorgeous.” Somehow, he managed to stroke his cock even harder. “Pinch your nipples for me,” he growled.
I let the thin straps of the dress slide down my shoulders. The dress barely covered my breasts, and my hard nipples poked against the silky fabric. I slid my fingers inside the bodice and rolled my nipples between my thumbs and index fingers like Lucas had done to me at the hotel.
“Fuck,” Kyle growled. The heavy breaths, his low, guttural groans, and all that masculine energy just turned me on so much. I cupped my breasts, and the dress fell to my waist, my nipples visible between my fingers. Kyle’s eyes went wide and his whole body stiffened. With a roar he came, pumping his cock harder than ever as his hips thrust forward. Moisture splashed against the inside of my thighs, and I didn’t care. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from how hard he was coming.
It was a complete turn-on to see him work his body as skillfully as he’d worked mine. With a couple last strokes of his twitching cock, he leaned against me. He put his free hand on the dashboard to stop him from crushing me, but he looked spent. For some reason it really turned me on. He’d come hard, and now he could barely stay upright. Apparently because he’d been turned on by me, which was a heady thought.
But now I didn’t quite know what to do as I watched him tuck that massive cock back into his pants. My dress was pooled around my hips, and I still had my hands cupping my breasts. But once Kyle’s breathing got under control, he noticed and tugged my dress back up, pulling the straps back up to my shoulders.
He gazed at my thighs and gave a low laugh. “Guess I made a bit of a mess.”
“You did,” I said. Then I gave him a shy smile. “And it was hot as hell.” He looked around the cab of his truck. I couldn’t figure out what he was searching for until he located the blindfold on the floor. Then he rubbed that against my thighs, cleaning me up.
Even though I’d just come very hard, his touch made me shiver in a good way. Another date or two with Kyle, and I’d probably become a sex addict.
He wadded up the blindfold. “Safe to say we won’t be using that again.”
“Eww. Very safe to say.”
For some reason, he took that as a challenge. He leaned in close, his hand settling possessively on my hip and squeezing.
“I could make you wear it,” he murmured in my ear.
“I could throw a thesaurus at your head.”
He laughed and gave me one more quick but searing kiss that left me breathless again. “You are so much fun,” he said right as he shut my door. Darkness filled the cab, but it gave me a moment to attempt to calm down.
Then the truck lurched to the left as he climbed in. He put on his seatbelt and then jerked his head to the side, inviting me to slide over.
Which I did.
“Good girl.” His hand brushed against my bare leg as he put the truck in gear, and then we drove off into the night.
I’d never had a date that had gone like this one—but I hoped I would again. Soon.