It’s been a little over a year since that kiss happened and Colter has kept his distance ever since. When we are around my parents together, which is not very often, he does a damn good job of playing it cool, as do I, but when we are alone, which almost never happens because Colter makes damn sure it doesn’t, he’s as cold as ice.

From my bedroom window, I watch as he pulls his ’57 Camaro out of the garage and onto the driveway. He washes it once every two weeks. It has blacked-out windows and tires. Custom everything.

Complete badass.

But it’s not the car I’m in love with, even though it’s sexy as hell. No, it’s the man stepping out of it that owns my stupid heart. He may have rejected me, but that hasn’t diminished my love for him one bit.

In fact, it’s grown in the year since that kiss.

He walks back into the garage then returns seconds later with a car wash bucket, filling it up with soap before spraying off the car. His muscles flexing beneath his gray T-shirt with every move he makes, making my clit pulse with appreciation.

How can such a simple task be so erotic?

But then again, everything he does is hot.

Unable to stop myself, I slip my fingers beneath my bikini bottoms, spreading my wetness around before focusing on my aching clit as I watch from my bedroom window. The partly opened drapes offer me a perfect view but I make sure to stay far enough back that he can’t see me.

After a few moments, the Texas heat catches up with him and he removes his shirt, using it to wipe the sweat from his face and neck before tossing it aside and resuming his chore.

I never thought backs were sexy until I saw Colter’s. The man works out religiously so every single muscle is well defined, all the way down to those little divots just above the waistband of his athletic shorts.

I dip one finger inside of my pussy, letting go of a sharp gasp when I add the second, wishing it were his cock instead of my meager fingers.

I would give anything to have him inside of me, filling me up, making me his.

Beads of sweat roll down his back as he drops the sponge back into the bucket and retrieves the hose, but instead of turning his attention back to his car, his gaze lifts to my window.

I freeze.

My breath coming in short, hot pants, blood pumping in my ears. Shame colors my cheeks but I remind myself that he can’t see me.

Not unless I want him to.

Collecting a deep breath, I step forward, bathing in the ray of sunlight that now illuminates my body, and continue moving my fingers, circling my clit. I close my eyes. It’s the only way I will be brave enough to do this. I think about all the times I’ve caught him looking at me. Secret stares he thinks I don’t notice but I do. I think about all the things I want him to do to me.

All the dirty, filthy things.

Tied to his bed, at his mercy, while he fucks my mouth.

Stretching my pussy with his long, thick cock.

On my hands and knees, face down on the bed while he pounds my ass.

The orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, dragging me out into the current that is Colter Steele. It only takes about a dozen heartbeats for my brain to catch up with my body. I take a step back into the shadows and open my eyes to find Colter gone.

Shit.

Now I feel stupid all over again. What the hell am I thinking? He’s never going to want me. I should just give up and move on. If I could stop loving him, I would.

I just can’t figure out how.

I quickly grab my cell phone and call Jayla as I head down to the pool.

“Where are you?” I ask.

“Sorry, I’m on my way. Took me forever to get out of bed this morning.”

“Well get your ass over here. I need you.”

“Oh shit, what happened now? Is Ronald being a pervy creeper again?”

Ugh.

The mention of Ronald’s name has nausea bubbling in my gut. I wish I would have never gone out with that guy. It was only one date and I did it so he would stop asking. I told him I didn’t want to be anything more than friends but he couldn’t accept it. Not long after, he started showing up outside of my classes, sending me flowers and gifts. It freaked me out so much my dad made me put a restraining order on him. That worked for a while but I’ve been seeing him around again. Not close enough to break the order but close enough to make me uneasy.

“No, it’s not him.”

Not today anyway.

“I’ll tell you when you get here.”

“Okay, all right, hold your tits, cutie. I’m on my way.”

It’s summer break so most days while my parents work, Jayla and I spend our time by the pool. We’re trying to soak it all up before we embark on our freshman year of college.

Within the hour, we’re chilling in the shallow end. I’m sitting on the steps and Jayla is perched on the ledge of the pool, feet dangling in the water while I tell her everything that happened this morning. She already knows about the kiss last year. She held me while I cried my eyes out about it.

“Maybe you should just give up. There are plenty of good-looking guys out there that want you.”

I slowly move my feet back and forth through the water. “I don’t want another guy. I want him.”

“But he’s like forty.”

“Thirty-two,” I correct.

“Oh, I thought he was older since he and your dad are so close.”

“No, he just acts like an old man sometimes.”

“Hmm...I bet he doesn’t fuck like one.”

“Jayla,” I admonish.

She shrugs. “So what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know, that’s why I need your help. I need to do something drastic. Something he can’t possibly walk away from. How can I get him to make love to me?”

“First of all, a man like that probably doesn’t make love. He fucks. Hard and dirty.”

My pussy clenches with the thought of him pulling my hair while he drives his thick cock in and out of me, owning me.

“You’re thinking about him now, aren’t you?”

“No.”

She hops down into the water, slowly walking toward me. “Liar. Your cheeks are all red.”

“It’s the sun.” I flush even more.

Jayla lowers herself down into the water and moves toward me, her eyes level with my parted knees. “It’s okay, you can tell me. Best friends share all their secrets with each other,” she says, lifting a hand to part my thighs. They fall open slowly, surprisingly wide. I feel awkward but also curious and really turned on.

Jayla presses a kiss to the inside of my knee but it’s my pussy that clenches with appreciation. “I think you should practice first, before you rush into anything.”

“Practice?”

“Yeah, what are you going to do if he kisses you again?”

She kisses my inner thigh, inching her way to my center.

“I’ll kiss him back,” I breathe.

“But what if he kisses you here?” she says, running a finger down my wet bikini bottoms, her eyes heavy with lust.

I swallow thickly, licking my dry lips. “What are you doing, Jay?”

I’ve always known Jayla swings both ways, but I never thought she would want to swing that way with me.

“Just playing around. I know you’re curious. I’ve seen you look at me when we’re changing clothes or just hanging out.” She grins. “Because I’m secretly looking at you, too.”

My clit throbs painfully, and I fight not to close my legs to apply some kind of pressure, anything to give me some relief.

It’s true.

I’ve never heard Jayla talk this way. I mean, she’s always been brazen. Bold. Says whatever she’s thinking right out loud. And she’s right. I have fantasized about her. Many times. Ever since she told me she swings both ways. She’s teased me about us being together a few times. Always making dirty comments but I brush them off, too afraid to ever act on it, not wanting it to affect our friendship. I love Jayla a lot. She’s the kind of friend you have forever, and I don’t ever want to do anything to jeopardize that, but my body is betraying me right now and my curiosity is getting the better of me.

She positions her body between my open thighs, leaning in close, her mouth inches from mine, wet tongue darting out to taste. I part my lips, inviting her in, the taste of bubble gum and cherry coke invading my senses. A moan vibrates between us as she deepens the kiss, and I can’t tell you if it came from me or her. Her lips leave mine as she begins kissing down my jaw, my neck, all the way down to my chest.

Pulling the triangle of my top aside, she takes my hard nipple between her lips. I gasp, holding her head in place. “That feels so good,” I tell her, and her mouth moves lower, down my belly.

“Lie back,” she orders, and I do as she says, resting back on my elbows so I can still watch. I’m riveted by the sight of her descending between my legs, the hunger in her eyes matching my own.

Reaching for each side of my bikini bottoms, she pulls the strings loose, revealing my bare slit. She gives it a soft, teasing lick before pushing my legs farther apart, opening me nice and wide. Zaps of heat spark throughout my body.

Her tongue dips deep inside of my soaked pussy and she groans with pleasure. “Once Colter gets his mouth on this sweet little pussy he’s never going to want anything else.” She replaces her tongue with her middle finger, her eyes pinned on mine. “He will think he’s died and gone to virgin heaven when he sinks his fat cock into this tight little hole of yours.”

My pussy spasms around her finger at the thought.

Jayla’s hot mouth covers my clit, sucking the throbbing nub between her greedy lips. She adds another finger and I nearly fly off the concrete. “Easy,” she coos, pushing her fingers in and out slowly. I can hear myself getting wetter with every thrust. “Wonder how hard he will make this pussy come. I bet you’ll squirt for him, won’t you? Get yourself all messy for him.”

Her mouth falls to my clit once more as she buries her fingers deep. I’ve touched myself plenty of times but it never felt like this. The slow burn spins into molten lava and I can’t hold back any longer. The orgasm washes over me in a tidal wave of pleasure, pulling mews and moans from my parted lips.

Jayla crawls back over me, dipping her wet fingers inside my mouth, sliding them to the back of my throat. I gag on them at first but the more she does it, the more I crave it, imagining it’s Colter’s cock sliding back and forth across my tongue, stretching my throat.

A noise draws my attention to the southeast side of the gate where I see Colter with some hedge trimmers in his hands, his eyes like two volcanoes, exploding with anger.

I push Jayla off of me. “Oh shit, he saw us.” I quickly scramble to my feet and reach for a towel before rushing inside.

Jayla follows behind me. “Are you sure you saw him? It could have been the sun and the orgasm I just gave you.” She laughs.

“No, he was there. And he didn’t look happy. Matter of fact, he looked pissed. Shit, we shouldn’t have done that.”

Now Jayla looks pissed. “Why the hell not?”

“Because it’s wrong. We’re best friends. Best friends don’t do those kinds of things.”

“Those things we did made you feel really good, didn’t they?”

“Well yeah but—”

“It’s not a big deal, Kaylee. It doesn’t mean anything. It just means we make each other feel good. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“What if he tells my parents?”

“He was probably jerking off behind those bushes. There’s no way he’s going to tell your parents.”

No, I don’t think he was doing that at all. I have no idea what he’s going to do but I’m not going to wait around to find out.