Chapter 4
Chapter Four
C olt watched Heath kiss Kylie as if his life depended on it, and he couldn’t help but recognize the same sense of desperation in himself. Her resistance to Heath’s kiss only lasted a second.
Colt grinned as her hands slowly began to creep up his friend’s chest and around his neck. He’d never studied a kiss this close up—at least not one he wasn’t participating in. He was struggling with the impact it was having on his libido.
Damn, it was making him hot.
Sensing the kiss was coming to an end, he reached over and pulled her toward him. “That looked pretty good. Give me a taste.”
She never missed a beat and offered him the same luscious response she’d given Heath. Their girl was nothing if not resilient. Most women would be screaming the walls down if they’d been pounced on like this, but instead, here was Kylie clinging to him and playing tongue tag as if they had been intimate for years.
As he pulled away, he placed a playful kiss on her nose and watched her blush in response.
She took two steps back and he started to follow, but she threw up her hands to ward him off.
“Oh no—no more of that until I get some answers.”
Colt nodded. “Good point. We have a few things we need to get straight before we get down to the fun stuff.”
She stiffened slightly at his words, but he simply took her hand and tugged her toward the kitchen table, helping her into a chair.
“Drink your wine.” He pushed the glass at her and she all but gulped it down.
“Not so fast,” Heath admonished. “You’re not going to get drunk.”
“Given the way you two are acting, I’m thinking drunk would be an excellent state for me tonight.”
Colt fought against the chuckle growing in his chest. God, she was a spunky little thing.
Heath, however, didn’t seem to be amused. “I mean it, Kylie. That stunt you pulled the other night was damn stupid.”
“We are not discussing that subject.” She stood up as if to leave, but Colt rose first and pushed her back down.
“Well, darlin’, I beg to differ on that point. In fact, that episode the other night seems to be one in a long line of asinine actions on your part. As of right now, those games are over.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Heath reached across the table and took her hands in his. Colt continued to stand behind her chair with his hands on her shoulders. There was no way she would escape until they laid out their scheme and did that little extra convincing Heath mentioned, if necessary.
“If you wanted to try some kinky sex, Sunshine, all you had to do was ask us.”
“What?” Kylie squeaked.
Colt bent forward until his mouth was next to her ear. “You’re sick of missionary style and you want to do some experimenting. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
He felt her shudder at his words and from his bird’s eye view caught sight of her hard nipples poking through her T-shirt.
Oh yeah, she was listening.
“Problem is you’re going about it all wrong. You need to experiment with men you can trust.”
“And you and Heath are those men?”
“Oh yeah,” he whispered in her ear.
Heath leaned closer. Colt knew the action was deliberate. They were boxing her in so she would get used to being surrounded by their large, hard bodies. “One weekend, Kylie. This weekend. Every sexual fantasy our imaginations can cook up.”
“And then? What happens Monday?”
Colt wasn’t surprised by the question. Her main concern regarding sexual involvement with them had always revolved around preserving their friendship.
“Monday, life returns to normal,” Heath explained, but Colt wasn’t entirely satisfied with that answer.
“Except,” Colt added, “you have to agree to stop putting yourself in dangerous situations. No more sex clubs or assholes. We expect that promise from you, Kylie. It’s the one point of this deal that is non-negotiable.”
“And if I promise to let you bully all my future dates, you’ll agree to do anything and everything I want this weekend?”
Colt fought back a smug grin at her question. He’d had more than a few tense moments in the hours since Heath made his proposal. Colt was terrified she would not only refuse their offer, but get so upset by it she’d move out.
The woman had funny notions about how the world should work and his main fear was pushing her out of their lives altogether with this suggestion. Her question was accompanied by the “Hallelujah Chorus” in his head as he felt certain she was about to agree to their terms.
Heath grinned up at him. “Oh, I think ‘anything and everything’ is definitely negotiable. Don’t you, Colt?”
“Hell yeah.”
Kylie reiterated the terms once again and Colt knew she needed the reassurance. “So let me get this straight. You two are offering me one weekend of sexual fantasies with the promise that it won’t change or ruin our friendship.”
Heath leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. “I think that about sums it up.”
Colt watched as she pondered their proposal before smiling. “Fine then. I accept your offer.”
“Well,” Heath said. “I think we’re going to need a quick game of Tequila Truth.”
“Why?” Kylie seemed surprised by his request. “It’s nobody’s birthday.”
“I have a burning question I need answered and only absolute honesty will do.” Heath rose quickly to grab the bottle of tequila out of a cabinet.
Colt seemed nonplussed by the impulsive game and grabbed the salt and shot glasses before opening the refrigerator. “No limes.”
“We’ll have to do without.” Heath sat down and started pouring the liquor.
“I’m guessing this question, like all of your others, will follow suit and deal with sex?” She was teasing him.
Heath smiled.
He and Colt were definitely about to drag her out of her comfort zone and yet she still managed to retain her sense of humor and fun.
Thankfully years of friendship had built a solid foundation of trust between three of them because he was certain that without it this suggestion would never succeed.
“Wouldn’t want to break the streak. Okay, what fantasy do you want to have fulfilled this weekend?”
Colt nodded approvingly and Heath mentally patted himself on the back. By discussing what they wanted to do in the game, they made sure there would be no misunderstandings.
He was determined to meet her needs, but at the same time, he and Colt both had their own personal agendas in regards to Miss Halston’s lovely body. By talking it out first, they could gauge her reactions and minimize the risk of scaring or even possibly hurting her.
Kylie reached down and picked up her glass, draining it. “If you’d made this offer a week ago, I think my answer would have been different.”
“Bondage,” Colt said. “You would have asked to be tied up.”
She nodded. “I’m afraid of that now.”
“We’ll do it. Look at me.” Heath took her hands in his and waited until she raised her gaze to his. “We will never hurt you, Kylie. The point of this whole weekend is to allow you to ask for whatever you want without fear. It’s us,” he added with a shrug. “You know we’ll take care of you. Besides, one of the mistakes you made with that idiot the other night was in not setting a safe word. Pick a word right now. Any word and if you say it during this weekend, we’ll stop what we’re doing right away.”
“Hitler,” she replied.
“What?”
“My safe word. It’s Hitler.”
“Well, that’s disturbing.” Colt was teasing, but she merely shrugged.
“We’re studying World War II in my class right now. It was the first thing that popped into my mind.”
“Hitler it is.” Heath leaned back and picked up his own glass. “I want to watch you give Colt a blow job while I fuck you from behind.”
Her eyes grew dark and she squirmed in her chair. “Oh yeah, we could do that.”
Colt seemed to agree. “Damn that sounds good. Darlin’, look at me.” She watched as Colt picked up his own shot glass.
Heath knew what his friend was going to ask for before the words left his lips. They’d discussed it earlier and it was the one thing both men wanted more than anything.
“I want to fuck your ass while Heath takes your pussy. At the same time.”
Heath watched and silently said a prayer, but Kylie never blinked an eye at Colt’s fantasy.
“Oh yeah,” she said with a grin, “we can definitely do that.”