Sympathy filled me at Kyle’s story. It made me count my blessings every day that I still had parents who loved me. That I had a family who cared about me. Until now, I don’t think I truly realized how privileged I was to be surrounded by such a large circle of people. Kyle had no family and only a few friends left after the war. More than ever, I wanted to invite him inside my circle. Wanting to lighten up such a heavy topic, I only half-joked.

“And grow up well you did.” I even gave a little quick repeated up and down eyebrow move.

He snorted in response. “You’re just trying to get me into bed.”

“Ha! I hope it takes more than a lame joke to get you into bed.”

He stopped and pulled me close, all business suddenly. “From you, it only takes a look.”

I rose up on tiptoe and brushed my lips against his. We weren’t in any position to take things further, so for now it had to satisfy.

“When we get a moment of privacy, I expect you to follow up on that statement.”

“Baby, you can always count on me.”

Enough time had passed that I hoped the fight had been gotten under control and the parking lot of the restaurant cleared out enough for us to reach our vehicles. We walked side-by-side back to the pub. There were a few lingering customers when we reached it, but for the most part, every one had cleared out. Kyle walked me to my car, kissing me long and hard before opening my door for me. While he walked to his bike, I waited until I saw him mount it. Then I pulled out and headed back to the beach house, Kyle following behind me.

We’d had sex several times, but each time felt new and different. It scared me to the core. Did I invite him in again or try to play it cool since we’d said our unspoken goodnights when we got to my car? I hated this sudden indecisiveness I was feeling. It brought back the feelings of insecurity I’d felt when I was with Travis. Needing to shake it off, I turned the station until one of my favorite songs came on. Then, I cranked up the music and let the beats and riffs flow through me.

I pulled into our beach house carport and got out of the car to wait for Kyle to pull into his, having made my decision on the drive back. I headed in his direction as he swung his leg over the side of the gorgeous Harley.

“Hey, stranger. Would you like to come over for a slumber party?”

He laughed that laugh I loved so much. It made him appear several years younger as the worry lines disappeared from his face. He looked so carefree that it made my heart light.

“Slumber party, huh? Is that what they’re calling it these days?”

My shoulder shrugged a little as a sly smile crossed my lips. “Are you in or out?”

I squealed as he bent down and hoisted me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. I beat my fists ineffectively against his back.

“Kyle Chambers, put me down this instance.”

A light tap on my ass had me stilling in his arms, especially when he followed it up with a soft caress. He carefully made his way up the stairs and into the house. Once inside, he placed me on my feet and before I could even catch my breath, his mouth collided with mine. Back and forth, we battled for control of the kiss, neither giving an inch. A loud cough had us jumping apart. Journey and Dondre stood hand in hand at the end of the hall.

Dondre cleared his throat before speaking. “Sorry to interrupt.”

I ducked my head in embarrassment as Kyle chuckled beside me. He wrapped his hand around my waist and pulled me close.

“No problem. We’ll be out of your way in a jiffy.”

Kyle turned and kissed me softly, but with no less urgency.

“I better get going. How about breakfast tomorrow?”

“Absolutely. How about 8:00?”

He dropped one final kiss on my lips. I sensed his reluctance to pull away. “Dream of me, will ya?”

“After that kiss, I have no doubts my dreams will be filled with hot, dirty sexiness.”

He groaned at my words. “You’re killing me, woman. Now, go, before I shock those two over there with what I’d really like to do to you right now.”

I shot him a cheeky grin before turning to head upstairs. A sharp smack to my ass made me yelp in surprise. I turned my head and blew Kyle a goodbye kiss. I hated to see him walk out the door. I continued up the stairs after he closed the door, and I made my way to my bedroom. I stepped into the bathroom and began getting ready for bed. After washing my face and brushing my teeth, I lay in bed, pulled out my e-reader, and began to read the book I’d started early last week. My eyes refused to focus, and the words just ran together. I looked the clock and realized I’d been staring at the same page for twenty minutes. The ringing of my phone interrupted my thoughts.

My heart sped up when I saw Kyle’s name across the screen. I quickly swiped right.

“Hi there.” I answered the call, slightly breathless.

“Hello, yourself. You weren’t sleeping were you?”

“No, I was trying to read in bed, but I was finding it hard to focus.”

He didn't speak for a minute, but when he did, a seductive tone was in his voice. “You’re in bed?”

“Yes.”

I heard a muffled noise in the background as though he’d shifted positions. His voice dropped another octave. “What are you wearing?”

I’d always thought that was a corny question, but when Kyle asked me, my body temperature rose, and my core began to throb. His seductive voice wrapped itself around my body before settling deep inside me. A shiver escaped me.

My voice was soft. “A tank top and shorts.”

“Take the shorts off.” The command in his voice was so clear I could do nothing but comply. I shimmied around in the bed as I worked the shorts down my legs, my underwear going with them. I started getting into spirit of things.

“Are they gone?”

“Yes,” came my whispered response.

“Slide your hand down your stomach and touch yourself. I want your finger on your clit.”

I followed his commands, and slowly, I traced a path down my stomach to my throbbing center. My fingers were met by wetness.

“Now, circle your clit. Picture my hand touching you, caressing you. Are you touching it?”

“Uh huh.” It came out as almost a moan.

“I wish I was there so I could see your beautiful wet pussy. I would spread your legs wide and watch as you thrum that nub. I can picture it sticking out of its hood and getting redder as you continue to pleasure yourself. Think of my eyes on you, my tongue lapping up your juices. You taste like the juiciest peach. Your skin is soft and supple. Your moans and whimpers turn me on. I’m stroking my cock right now wishing it was your hand.”

“Please.”

“Don’t you dare stop touching yourself. Think of my long, hard cock inside you, thrusting deeper and deeper.”

I could almost feel his cock entering me. My pussy clenched on emptiness, and I groaned in disappointment that he wasn’t there with me. I needed him inside me with a desperation only he could satisfy.

“I need to come, Kyle. Please.”

“Stick two fingers inside your pussy, Callie. Do it, now.”

“God, yes.” I thrust them as deep as I could, but they didn’t satisfy me nearly as much as Kyle’s cock did.

“My cock is so hard for you right now. Keep pushing those fingers inside. Squeeze them like you’d squeeze my cock.”

I continued thrusting and clenching down on my fingers like a vise. His voice was more intense, and I swore I could hear him stroking himself on the other end of the line. More wetness soaked my pussy at the thought. My body tightened in preparation for release.

“Be prepared for the next time I see you Callie. I’m going to fuck you so hard and so deep our bodies will become one. Are you ready to come?”

“Yes, I need it.”

“Push your fingers deep and keep picturing my cock. Your body was made for me. You are mine. Now, I want you to come. Now, Callie.”

The urgency in his voice sent me over the edge and my pleasure peaked. The tightening that had begun moments ago burst out of my center and exploded through me. His groan of ecstasy echoed mine as we both reached our release together. A soft cry escaped as my climax hit and my back arched. Tremors racked my body as I lay there, spent and exhausted. Our heavy breathing matched each other’s as a languid feeling made my limbs heavy. Neither of us spoke as we lay replete. Finally, Kyle spoke.

“I wish I could have seen you just now.”

“Me too.” A small giggle sounded. “You know, I’ve never had phone sex before.”

Kyle chuckled. “Well, I’m glad I was a first for you. Sleep well, love. I’ll see you in the morning. Dream of me.”

My heart tripped at the endearment. “I will. Good night, Kyle.”

“Night.”

I hung up the phone and crawled under the covers. I snuggled into the mattress and closed my eyes. I knew pleasant dreams would fill my night.