Chapter 2
Chapter Two
I t was early Friday afternoon when Heath let himself into the house and dumped his suitcase by the door. Colt was waiting for him and hollered from the living room.
“I’m in here.”
Heath walked into the room to find Colt sitting on the couch with his feet propped up on the coffee table, nursing a beer.
“Bit early to be drinking, don’t you think?”
Colt gestured to a second bottle near his feet. “Brought one out for you. It should still be cold.”
Heath smiled as he grabbed the bottle and dropped down into the recliner. He loosened his tie and took a deep breath. “Damn, it’s good to be home. I hate hotels and airports.”
When Colt failed to respond, Heath looked around. “Kylie still at work?”
“Yep. She should be back in a couple of hours.” Colt took a swig from the bottle. “Gives us time to decide how to deal with her.”
Heath started scraping at the wrapper on the bottle. He was still in shock over his friend’s phone call four nights earlier. Colt’s recitation of Kylie’s date from hell made his blood run cold.
“I’ve been thinking about it for days and I’ve decided it was that fucking Tequila Truth question of yours that started this mess.” Colt pulled his feet down to the floor and leaned forward. “That damn sex fantasy question. I’ve watched Kylie flirting with dangerous situations more and more these last few months and I know it’s all because of the seeds we planted. Hell, you had to pull her out of that sex club over the summer.”
Heath nodded. “As hard as she kicked me, I’m surprised she didn’t leave me with a permanent limp. She didn’t appreciate getting yanked out of there like a naughty teenager.”
“I don’t give a shit whether she appreciated it or not. You were right to do it. She could have been hurt in a place like that.” Colt ran a hand through his shaggy brown hair, a sure sign he was frustrated and pissed. “She’s not being careful. She’s messing around with things she doesn’t know anything about.”
“You’re right about the game exacerbating the problem, but you’re not going to heap all the blame for this at my damn door. This is our fault—together.” Heath stressed the word our . “We’ve always treated her like another one of the guys, never holding back our locker room talk. It’s no wonder she’s interested in doing a little experimenting. The way we go into fucking detail about every climax.”
“Thing is, Heath, we haven’t done that in months. Not since your twenty-fifth birthday party.”
He and Colt had been shaken to the core by Kylie’s sex fantasy, both imagining themselves in starring roles.
Ever since then, they’d shied away from sharing their bedroom escapades. Heath wasn’t sure he could explain why. He felt, at least from his point of view, he was being unfaithful to Kylie somehow, which was utterly ridiculous considering he’d made no promises to her.
Heath sighed heavily. “Well, maybe it’s up to us to give her what she wants.” He studied Colt’s face closely as he spoke, trying to gauge his friend’s reaction. He didn’t think Colt would be opposed to the idea and even suspected his friend had been considering the same thing. Since Colt’s phone call, he’d certainly had plenty of time to think about the two of them taking Kylie to bed and fulfilling all of her sex fantasies. “Think about it, Colt. One weekend with no-holds-barred where we give Kylie everything her little heart desires.”
Colt leaned back in his chair and as the minutes dragged on, Heath worried that perhaps Colt’s mind hadn’t been wandering in the same direction after all. His worries proved unfounded with Colt’s next words.
“Well, I’ll tell you right now, if she agrees, I intend to get a promise out of her that she’ll let us meet all of her boyfriends in the future on the first damn date.”
“That’s a good idea.” Heath was relieved by Colt’s agreement. However, he was less confident about securing Kylie’s. “You think she’ll go for it?”
“Think about it, man. Kylie is stubborn as hell when it comes to getting what she wants and in this case, she wants to explore her sexuality. Problem is she doesn’t know how to go about it so she keeps trying all these damn stupid, dangerous things. She’s dating assholes simply because she thinks they’ll be more amenable to playing kinky bed games. She went to that damn sex club—alone, for God’s sake. She’s too innocent to see she’s going about it all wrong. What would have happened to her if I hadn’t come home early the other night?”
Heath repressed a shudder at the thought that had been haunting him since Colt’s phone call.
One of the things he loved best about Kylie was the unabashed, enthusiastic way she approached life. She held back nothing. What you saw was what you got with Kylie Halston. She lived with two men regardless of what society might say about it, simply because she preferred the company of men. If she saw something she wanted, she went after it because, as she was fond of saying, she didn’t intend to have any regrets at the end of her life.
“There is one thing that’s been bothering me, Colt. One thing that almost stopped me suggesting this whole idea. We’ve never shared a woman. I don’t give a damn how experienced we are, we’ve always operated solo. We could hurt her even worse than that prick from the other night.”
Colt grinned as if he’d expected this argument. “We won’t hurt her, Heath. I’d rather cut off my left nut than hurt that girl and I know without a doubt you feel the same way. She’s our girl. She has been since the day we met her. Besides, buddy, you are the only man in the world I’d share a woman with.”
Heath considered his words. Damn cop was right. Kylie was their girl and if he’d ever been tempted by the prospect of a ménage, Colt and Kylie were the only people he trusted enough to try it with.
He and Colt had been best friends since elementary school. Colt knew him better than his own mother did. Then Kylie drifted into their lives the year they all turned eighteen and something had clicked.
Nevertheless, he still wasn’t sure he should have initiated this conversation, regardless of Colt’s enthusiasm for the idea. His true concern had very little to do with sex and more to do with Kylie’s response. “She’ll resist us. Turn us down flat.”
“At first maybe, until she realizes what we’re offering her.”
“We’ve skirted around the sex thing with her in the past, Colt, and she always says the same thing. She’s not about to ruin friendship for sex.”
“Number one, we haven’t teased her about sex since the early days and number two, we all knew back then none of us were serious about it. It was playful talk after one too many beers. This time we’re serious and she’ll see that.”
“So how do you want to play it?” The more they talked about it, the more anxious Heath was to begin. The prospect of being able to take Kylie to bed was creating a serious tightness in his pants.
“We’re not going to play it at all.”
Heath was confused by his words until Colt explained. “I think it’s time we let our natural impulses come out.”
Heath groaned. “Shit, we’ll scare the hell out of her.”
“Heath, think about it, man. We’re talking about all the fantasies we can squeeze into a weekend. She’ll know if we’re holding back. We’ll simply lay out the plan and let nature take its course.”
“We both lean heavily toward the Dom side, Colt. You don’t think that will present a big problem? Kylie’s way too independent to take orders from us lightly.”
“That’s just it. I’m not sure she wouldn’t love to be dominated in bed.”
“You think Kylie is a sub? How many beers did you drink before I got here?”
Colt shrugged. “It’s just a feeling I have. Besides, don’t forget, she wants to be tied up and spanked, not the other way around. She’ll love every command we give her. Dammit, it was your idea. Are you going to do this or not?”
Heath stood up and walked toward the front door and his luggage. “Of course I am.”
“Good. Go unpack and then we’ll plan how to proceed.”
“Actually,” Heath confessed, “I did a little shopping while I was away. Come back to my room and I’ll show you all the stuff I bought for our weekend party.”
“Kylie won’t know what hit her.” Colt grinned.
Heath shook his head and held up his hand before Colt could state the obvious. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got the damn pun.”