Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
“ F uck,” Colt yelled, rubbing his chest where Heath’s shoulder caught him as they collided at the front door.
“Where’s the fire?”
“Sorry. I’m in a hurry. Got called into work. Couldn’t find my goddamned keys for ages.”
Heath smirked as he dropped the bag of doughnuts on the hall table. “So what else is new? Where’s Kylie?”
“She’s getting a quick shower.”
As Colt spoke, Heath looked at his friend for the first time since entering the house. “You two had sex.”
Colt grinned and wiggled his eyebrows. “What can I say? She can’t keep her hands off me. When I get back, we can issue our proposal, but until then, Heath, I fully expect you to do your part to continue convincing her how great a lifetime of fantasy weekends would be.”
Heath laughed, rubbing his hands together. “Gee, twist my arm. Kylie, all to myself for the afternoon. Don’t feel like you have to rush back on my account.”
“Asshole. If my cock weren’t so pleasantly sore, I’d probably be pissed, but fact is I’m beat.” Colt grabbed his leather jacket. “Take it easy on her. Poor girl’s had a busy morning.”
Heath shook his head as Colt left.
“Cocky bastard,” Kylie muttered behind him. “Couldn’t wait to brag, could he?”
He turned to see her dressed in her terry cloth robe, her hair wet and dripping. He drank in the sight of her looking so relaxed and at home. She looked the same as she had everyday for the past seven years, yet he was suddenly taken aback by how beautiful she was.
It was as if the blinders he’d worn for nearly a decade had fallen away and revealed a living, breathing Venus.
“I missed you,” he said softly. He walked over and wrapped his arms loosely around her waist. Even though she’d succumbed to Colt’s singular advances, a foolish part of him feared she might reject his.
Her soft lips landed on his cheek, giggling as she wiggled her nose against his unshaven jaw. “I missed you too.”
“Kylie.”
“Shhh.” She placed her fingers against his mouth. “Colt said you went out for doughnuts.”
He laughed at her comment. She was a sucker for Krispy Kremes. “Yep and the hot light was on.”
She groaned in pleasure as he grabbed her hand and the bag, dragging her to the kitchen. “Come on. We’ll eat and then I have an idea.”
“Ooh, I like your ideas,” she replied. “Give me a hint?”
“It involves you, me, jets, bubbles, and lots and lots of hot water.”
She pulled back on his hand, attempting to change his direction. “You know, it seems to me that those doughnuts may be a bit better cold.” With a sassy grin, she tugged him toward his bathroom.
Heath followed willingly. Truth be told, he’d eaten two doughnuts on the way home.
“I can’t tell you what this means to me,” he joked. “I’ve honestly never seen anything more important to you than a hot doughnut.”
She laughed at his jest, bending down to fill the Jacuzzi tub with water. “Yeah, well, you guys have never offered me a sweeter alternative.”
He kissed her, slowly untying her robe and slipping it off her shoulders. He was pleased to find her completely naked underneath.
“I think you’re the sweetest thing in this house, hands down.” The heat of their kisses mingled with the steam rising off the water. Both of them were so swept away with their shared touches that they nearly let the water overflow and had to open the drain to release some before they could climb in.
Giggling, she sank down into the tub as he turned on the jets. “Ah, this is heavenly.”
He joined her, pulling her onto his lap, facing him. “Now it’s heavenly.”
They continued to kiss and touch until Heath felt her rise up to take him inside. “Kylie,” he said, his hands gripping her hips to halt her movement.
“I’m on the Pill,” she said answering his unspoken concerns. “Colt and I?—”
She stopped and he knew that Colt had taken her without a condom earlier.
If he’d been a stronger man, he’d have gotten out of the Jacuzzi to grab the condom, well aware that decisions like this shouldn’t be made in the heat of the moment. But the fact was he couldn’t have moved away from her if his life had depended on it.
They all practiced safe sex and there wasn’t anything he wanted more than to be inside her with nothing in between.
“I want you, Kylie,” he whispered against her lips and he pulled her down on to his thick erection.
They moved slowly at first, but soon patience gave way to passion as their powerful thrusts stirred up the water and it began to crash in waves around them. They came together and as they drifted back to reality, Heath pulled her head down to rest on his shoulder—desperate to keep her close to him.
Fear of the unknown crept into his mind and he worried that this moment alone with her would be the last.
“Hey,” she cried and Heath released his crushing grip on her.
“Sorry,” he said with a rueful grin.
“Is something wrong?”
Heath started to say the words that were fighting for release, but he couldn’t get them out. The risks suddenly felt too great and in the end, he lost the nerve and instead made a joke. “Sunshine, I know you have an aversion to cleaning bathrooms, but I think we’re going to have to get a mop in here. There’s more water on the floor than in the tub.”
She giggled and snuggled closer. “This is nice.”
“Better than nice,” he agreed.
“I keep thinking it should feel strange, but it doesn’t.”
He considered her comment. After years of “just friends” status, he was also surprised by how natural it felt to hold her in his arms. “We’ve always been close,” he teased, pulling her body flush against his. “Now we’re just closer.”
“Mmmm,” she agreed, dragging her lips across his throat. “I like being closer.”
His erection stirred at the first touch of her lips despite the fact he’d had more sex this weekend than in the last year combined.
Kylie felt his cock come back to life. “And closer,” she added as she took him back into her body.
“And even closer,” he said, slowly thrusting up.
They repeated the mantra, as this joining, unlike the others, was slow and sweet and when it ended, Heath placed a soft kiss on the top of Kylie’s head.
“Stay with us—forever,” he whispered.
After a nice, long soak in the Jacuzzi with Heath, they parted ways for a little while, each retreating to their own rooms.
Heath needed to put the finishing touches on a sketch he was presenting to the partners at work first thing in the morning.
Colt was probably pissed as hell by now for being held up at the station so long, but Kylie was grateful to have a few moments of peace and quiet to sort out her thoughts.
Looking at her bed, she wondered how she’d ever be able to survive returning to the lonely, cold thing once the weekend ended.
Walking to the mirror that hung above her dresser, she dragged a comb through her tangled blonde hair as she looked at herself for the first time since this fantasy weekend had begun. Her face was flushed, her lips pleasantly swollen from their nonstop kisses. Her curls were disheveled and tousled with a well-bedded look.
Leaning forward, she felt as if she were seeing herself for the first time. She looked…damn, she looked beautiful, feminine.
After a weekend listening to Heath and Colt’s never-ending compliments, she was seeing herself through different eyes, through their eyes. She’d always considered herself passably pretty, not that she ever tried to improve that state. She was content with her looks and refused to spend hour upon hour attempting to enhance anything. She hated make-up, detested hair salons and clipped her fingernails when they got too long because they annoyed her. She’d never owned a bottle of fingernail polish or a curling iron—although with a head full of spirals, why would she need to?
None of that seemed to matter now as she recalled Heath calling her beautiful and Colt whispering the word gorgeous in her ear.
Sighing, she chastised herself for her sudden vanity.
Damn men.
They had her acting like a silly girl.
Enough.
When the deal ended later tonight, she was going to come back and sleep in that damn empty bed even if it killed her, and when she woke up tomorrow, things would be back to normal. She would be one of the guys again and Colt and Heath would return to simply being her fun-loving, affable friends.
Of course that also meant she would have to return to lusting after them in silence. Problem was, now she would know exactly what she was missing rather than merely filling in the blanks with her overactive imagination.
Her thoughts kept drifting back to their professions of love. Clearly, it was the lack of blood to their brains from too much sex that was doing the talking. There was no way they could mean all the wonderful things they were saying.
Colt said he loved her.
During their bath, Heath had said he wanted her to stay with them forever.
She was certain one—or had both of them?—whispered the word wife in her ear when they’d made love together this morning.
Her heart ached with the sudden realization that she wanted both of them more than she’d ever wanted anything in her life.
Who in the hell did she think she was to consider even for a second that she could possibly be woman enough for just one of them, let alone both of them together?
The problem was, while the sex was great, amazing, fucking off the charts, she’d given her love to them a long time ago for completely different reasons.
Heath was truly her best friend and there was absolutely nothing she didn’t tell him. He listened to all of her work stories, consoled her after every stupid break-up, and offered her advice and a swift kick in the ass when he thought she needed it.
Colt was more like an older brother to her than her own sibling. He protected her, looked out for her best interests and made her feel safe and cherished. In addition to that, he made her laugh—all the time, and in her book that was more important than flowery words or sappy sentiments.
She felt like she was losing the struggle to retrieve what was left of her scattered wits.
How long would it be until they realized what they’d offered during the heat of the moment?
Were they even now regretting the impulsiveness of their words?
How could they know how much their sweet nothings affected her and tapped into her most desperate desires for them?
How long would she have to defend her heart and soul against the memories of this glorious weekend and how long would it be before she’d have to be committed to the psychiatric hospital?
Yes, she decided, pushing away from the mirror, a good night’s sleep would restore things back to normal.
She’d find a way to return to her old self and somehow, someway she’d manage to put away her unruly desires and pull out Kylie the buddy once again.
At least she hoped that proved so because the very sad, very true fact was she had fallen madly, deeply, passionately in love with Heath and Colt.
She didn’t know if she could survive the fallout of a return to their previous lives.