18. Kyle
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
KYLE
“ Y ou’re supposed to be watching the sunset,” Warren accuses. “Not me.”
“I am,” I whisper, but my eyes make no attempt to move away from his face and back to the glowing mesas behind him.
“If you keep staring at me like that, I’m gonna do something about it,” Ren warns, his gaze darkening and dropping to my lips.
My heart rate picks up, racing a little too fast and making me feel lightheaded.
Maybe we should eat.
I pull away, starting to unzip the lunch bag, but Ren stops me, giving my hand a squeeze and not letting go.
My gaze darts to his and lightning crackles in the air between us.
“I know you want to kiss me,” he murmurs, not an ounce of cockiness in his tone.
His words are matter-of-fact, as if there’s no denying it.
And maybe there isn’t, because I can’t pretend that I haven’t started to wonder what it would be like, especially with that tongue ring.
“ I . . . ” I don’t know if I can say the words.
Do I want to kiss him?
“I’m pretty sure we can kiss if we’ve already rubbed our fronts together,” Warren jokes, a teasing sparkle in his steely gaze. “Had my jizz on you, remember?”
For some reason, I blush at his crass words. “Guess you’re right.”
The sky turns a deeper shade of magenta as night starts to take over, and Warren’s stare turns dark and hungry.
He’s done waiting.
His lips crash into mine with a long-suppressed need to devour.
And I let him.
I let him consume me down to the bone.
Ren’s lips are soft and plump, yet firm and demanding.
He takes charge, slipping his tongue into my mouth as soon as I open for him.
His piercing is so fucking sexy, sweeping inside and bumping against my teeth. I moan into his mouth, playing with the cool metal with the tip of my tongue.
We continue to kiss as the sun goes down over the mesa, and it’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before—the view and the kiss.
What would his tongue ring feel like tracing other parts of my body?
Fuck.
I am beyond turned on right now, and if I’m not careful, I might come in my pants.
Because when I think about it . . . I mean, really think about it . . .
I’m kissing my best friend.
The person I’ve known the longest besides my own family.
Warren peppers hot kisses across my jaw and down my neck, sucking and biting hard, surely leaving marks.
But I don't care—I don’t care at all.
I want him to mark me.
We continue to make out as the moon fully appears, casting everything in a bright silver glow.
“Over here, Cassie!” A deep male voice suddenly yells, startling us out of our lust-fueled make out session.
“Shit, someone’s coming!” I cry out in a panic. My eyes are wide and bulging like they might pop out of my head at any moment.
“Relax, Ky.” Warren smiles, grabbing my hand and squeezing. “No one knows us here. We can be whoever we want. No strings attached.”
I take a deep breath, realizing that’s true. It doesn’t matter what they think of us.
Besides, looks like he’s the one who’s about to get caught with his pants down. Not us.
The intruder comes stumbling off the trail, cursing as he trips over his shorts and nearly faceplants. “No one’s here! Time to skinny-dip, babe!” he shouts, yanking his underwear down next.
I watch in horror as his erection springs free, thick and uncircumcised, bobbing against his stomach.
Warren clears his throat loudly, and that’s when he finally notices we’re here, lounging on our blanket farther down shore.
What a horrible boyfriend not scoping out the place first.
That poor woman.
It’s like we’re in a three-way stare-off as John Doe continues to stand there in complete shock.
Naked.
He finally snaps out of it, bending down to grab his underwear and hold them in front of his junk as he starts to back up. “ Cassie! Abort! Abort! ” he hollers over his shoulder before finally addressing the two of us. “Sorry for the full frontal, my dudes!” He gives us an awkward salute and nearly drops his coverage in the process.
John Doe disappears where he came from, and Ren and I turn to stare at each other for a moment before we both burst out laughing.
What. The. Fuck.
The whole situation seems to have broken any lingering tension from our kiss.
“I need a drink after that shit,” Ren laughs, and I agree, having an even better idea.
“ We need shots. ”