She had always been a little bit in love with Kyle but figured it was a crush and nothing more. All grown up, he was better than good-looking, and the only other man who’d ever sexually excited her. He was a couple inches shorter than Scott, with shoulders wide enough to blot out the sun. His tapered waist hinted at his abilities while horizontal. He had dusty-blond hair tucked behind one ear but it hung loose on the far side of his face. It was long enough it still tucked into the groove of his jaw, making her want to nose beneath his ear and see if he still smelled as good as she remembered.
Seeing him again… The girl she used to be clawed beneath her skin. It reminded her of putting on a shabby moth-eaten coat. The draft made her chilly.
She’d been normal then.
“Perfect,” her mother would say.
It was all her parents focused on—getting her back to the way she used to be.
That girl was dead and buried, never to return.
Haleigh edged forward one step and then another, until she was within hearing distance, to do something she’d never done. Eavesdrop. Sheesh, wasn’t this just the night of firsts?
“We’ll find you a date, Kyle. Stop worrying,” Scott said. “We’ve still got nearly five weeks before we have to panic, though you’re well on your way, like usual.”
“If you’d worry at all, maybe I could worry a bit less,” Kyle spit out, running a hand through his hair.
Nostalgia hit her so hard she stumbled, catching herself on the couch closest to the counter. His hair fell forward into his baby blues, and her fingers twitched to tuck it back into place.
It reminded her of a simpler time, when she’d taken their easy affection for granted.
When Kyle didn’t fix it, Scott reached up and tucked his hair behind his ear. The gesture seemed like something a lover would do but…that wasn’t right. Was it?
“Take a breather. Why don’t you head out and I’ll close up? Duke went to The Library an hour ago and Oscar’s gotta tend the bar there as soon as he’s done with his client. We aren’t crazy busy and I can handle any other walk-ins. Be ready for me. You know how I want you once I arrive.” Scott added the last two sentences in an edgier tone, making Haleigh shiver.
The Library? Her mother was on the library committee and it wasn’t open at midnight on a Saturday, nor did it cater to tattoo artists, or have a bar.
She clutched her cash tight in her fist to keep it from shaking, and her thighs trembled. Kyle’s eyes focused on Scott’s lips. There was no mistaking what he wanted.
Scott grabbed Kyle by the back of the neck and yanked him forward. Knowing what was going to happen didn’t stop her quiet gasp. They were at the perfect height for Scott to dominate Kyle’s mouth. He didn’t give him a light peck either. He devoured him. Haleigh’s jaw went slack. Scott’s tongue peeked out then disappeared past her once-upon-a-time best friend’s lips.
It was the hottest kiss she’d ever seen in real life. Tongues, teeth and suction used to leave marks jacked up her heart rate, making her light-headed. It was an hors d’oeuvre to what came later. A prelude to hot, sweaty sex and orgasms they’d need a fire hose to extinguish.
Her nipples beaded beneath her padded bra. Scott tugged Kyle’s head aside. He bit him roughly beneath his ear, making Kyle groan in pleasure while kneading Scott’s waist. She groaned with him when his hand dug beneath Scott’s t-shirt to touch him skin to skin. Her entire body jumped from mildly aroused to a blazing inferno of need she didn’t understand when Scott kissed him again. Slick moisture coated the folds of her sex as their bodies met.
Seeing them, feeling the tension radiate from them, it awakened something buried within her she was unable to ignore. They were sirens calling to her, drawing her in.
She moaned again and gripped the counter to steady her legs. She didn’t remember moving closer. She couldn’t concentrate on anything but seeing them together.
Kyle’s lip slid from between his lover’s teeth. Before she could stifle, another moan slipped out.
Scott glared at her for interrupting and she quickly glanced at Kyle. His gaze remained unfocused for a few beats of her heart, and then dread transformed his visage. His eyelids grew wide with something akin to fear, breaking her heart.
“Haleigh?” he croaked.
Chapter Two
The question mark on the end of her name couldn’t have been more redundant. He’d recognize her anywhere. She was the one person he’d hated to lose when he walked away right after graduation, and she’d just seen what he’d kept hidden from her all those years ago.
“Hi, Kyle,” she said softly and removed her hand from the counter.
He followed the movement up her arm, staring at her. She was thinner than he remembered but her pretty blonde mane was the same honey-wheat color that had always reflected the sunlight when they were out on the water together. Her hair was longer too, hanging to right above her waist, and he’d bet money it was held by a butterfly clip. A nickname he’d given her years ago. It was her, and he did nothing but stand there and stare.
Two minutes ago he had waffled somewhere between having a coronary and running through the streets, bat-shit crazy due to his sister’s upcoming wedding. A sister he’d been estranged from for years, along with the rest of his family.
And here Haleigh stood…another reminder of his past. His very best reminder and one of his only regrets.
One minute ago, she’d seen his boyfriend, his Dom, kiss him.
But…she was moaning?
No.
He must have been hearing things, imagining a moan instead of a gasp of disgust to make himself feel better in regards to what she had seen. She was probably gagging.
What must she think of me?
It wasn’t a peck she’d witnessed either. It was more an I-am-your-Dom-and-you-will-concentrate-on-nothing-but-me sort of kiss.
He licked where Scott’s teeth had bitten into his lip. His dick pounded in protest since the endorphin-induced high would have to wait.
She had seen it all, heard it. At least he hadn’t grabbed Scott’s dick like he’d wanted to. He cringed. Maybe sneaking out was an option…
“Are you going to gawk at me or are you going to come here and hug me?”
Her eyebrow went up, reminding him of every time she’d demanded his attention when they were kids. He smiled despite his unease and slowly made his way in front of the counter, next to her. She looked a bit sad and his chest clenched but then she smiled and she was his Haleigh once more.
She took the last step toward him and he was prepared for a quick, perfunctory hug and an air kiss, but he should have known better. She wrapped her arms behind his neck and he returned the gesture, circling her tiny waist. She hung on and before he second-guessed himself, he pulled her up into a bear hug, until her feet left the ground.
She smelled like home and everything he wished his life could have been.
He held her close and his erection let out a hell yeah at the contact. He hoped she didn’t notice the boner digging into her belly.
“I missed you,” she whispered next to his ear. There was so much wrapped up in those three little words and his heart melted for her all over again.
“Missed you too, Butterfly,” he mumbled, squeezing her tight before setting her on her feet. Her green eyes sparkled with wetness. “I’m sorry we lost touch,” he blurted out lamely after realizing he had so much to say and no idea where to start. “How in the world did you find me?”
“Ahem,” Scott interrupted from the far side of the counter, his forearms propped on the cold, flat surface. He didn’t appear particularly pissed-off. “I gather this is a girl you knew back in the day?”
“Yeah. Sorry, man. This is Haleigh Grace, my best friend from growing up and all through high school. And Haleigh, this is Scott Preston, my…” Easier to rip the Band-Aid off quickly. “Boyfriend.”
Kyle wasn’t certain what he expected. Maybe gasping and clutching her heart or fleeing into the street, scream
ing about the state of the world. But he didn’t expect her to smile at him. “Yes, we’ve already been introduced.”
“Now I come with references, princess.” Scott wagged his eyebrows. “So. You ready?”
“What? You mean you aren’t here to see me? You came to get something done?” Kyle asked with nothing short of shock.
A lovely shade of pink crept up her cheeks and she stammered for an answer.
Always one for tact and diplomacy, Scott blurted out, “She came to get her nipples pierced.”
Kyle’s jaw dropped. He didn’t have a clue what to say.
Her cheeks warmed to a darker shade of pink and she glared daggers at Scott.
“What, princess? He works here too. He’s not going to freak out because you came here to get something done.”
“Doesn’t really seem like it to me…”
His brain had short-circuited during Scott’s speech. “Fine” was the last term he’d choose to describe himself with. He made two fists, picturing Scott alone with Haleigh and her bare nipples. He didn’t like the idea of Scott piercing her, much less the actual act of it being a possibility. She was too pure, too innocent for anything so delicious.
His dick weighed in on the idea, standing at attention with the mere thought of both of them modifying her tits. He barely heard Scott offer to let him do it himself, since all the blood had already rushed south in case it was needed. He relished the idea of saying yes and punching Scott in the kisser so he could take her in the back room…in private. He wanted everything she’d give him and more…
WTF am I doing? She couldn’t possibly want anything to do with him. There’s no way she’d accept his relationship with Scott. Her smiling was probably good manners and nothing more. He shook his head and willed his voice to be steady.
“You’re in great hands,” fell from his piehole. It was a much better option than the fist fight his adrenaline was pushing him toward. “Scott, I’ll be at The Library.” He gave Haleigh an awkward hug. “Great seeing you. Yeah, you know…great. Call me so we can catch up.” He tacked the last part on the end then totally forgot to give her his cell number. Not that he could have remembered all ten digits anyways. Without so much as another grunt, he hoofed it out the door as if a tank of nitrous were strapped to his ass.
He wanted to ogle her through the glass because she looked like an angel, but he got in his truck instead and peeled out of the lot.
* * * * *
Kyle had never been prone to fits of stupidity or even rudeness, which made the last few minutes more than a bit odd. Scott shook his head and figured he’d work the details out of him later. Probably a combination of seeing Haleigh again and something to do with Kyle’s sister asking him to be in her wedding. Kyle thought he had to bring the perfect girl. One he could show off as the epitome of a white-collar politician’s wife since somehow they still expected him to follow in his father’s footsteps. A woman who came along with glittery expectations of the two and a half kids they’re going to pop out, while Kyle painted the white picket fence.
Scott had much better uses for the wood.
Picturing his submissive tied to a cross in their playroom had him mentally checking off his to-do list.
First to mark off had to be the Jerry Springer reunion special he’d just been a part of.
He turned toward Haleigh, to see if she was ready to sign the consent form or if she was gonna bail.
Disappointment twisted her features…and it was aimed at Kyle. Scott got so pissed he almost fucking choked.
“At least you had the decency to hide it from him,” he growled and crossed his arms to keep from shaking her. He’d been trying for years to get Kyle to open up to his family and friends and come out of the closet. This was what he faced as soon as he did?
Here he’d thought she’d been turned-on earlier when he’d claimed Kyle’s mouth.
Guess he was batting a big fat zero since she’d stepped inside.
Kyle still second-guessed walking away from some wonderful, perfect, blah blah girl he’d put up on a pedestal. Scott would bet his right nut this was that girl. Boy, he couldn’t wait to knock her down a few pegs. These silver-spoon brats were all alike.
“Hide what from him?” Haleigh asked quietly and he called bullshit. She knew exactly what he was talking about.
“Your disappointment, princess.”
“I can’t help how I feel. I’ve fantasized about seeing him again for years. I finally do and he can’t take off fast enough.” She closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead, appearing weary through to the marrow of her bones. “It’s how things go for me though, so I don’t know why I should be surprised.”
Huh?
“Aren’t you disappointed he’s gay? Ashamed? Grossed out?”
“Why in heaven’s name would you say that?” She jerked her chin up and faced him full-on, going so far as to poke him in the chest. This pint-sized pit bull was ready to take him on. The fact he stood almost a foot taller and outweighed her by more than a hundred pounds made no difference. “He can love anybody he wants, even if it’s the tall, dark and rude man standing in front of me. Shouldn’t you have gone after him, anyway? He seemed upset.”
It was like playing Ping-Pong with his emotions and his skull was the paddle. He was at a loss for the second time in less than an hour. Both shots scored by her. He had no clue what game she was playing. For a Dom of more than a dozen years, she was a new experience. He didn’t get struck stupid too often.
“So you aren’t disappointed he’s gay?” He repeated it again. She shook her head and raised an eyebrow. He saw her mind rolling the syllable “duh” around but figured saying it wasn’t going to happen since it wasn’t polite or some shit. “Woman, you are confusing as all hell.”
“You have atrocious language skills.”
“There goes the good manners badge I was working on. And princess, I haven’t used any really bad four-letter words since you walked in but if you don’t start talking, I’m going to drop F-bombs left and right. So stop stalling and spit it out. Jesus. And you’re about to keel over.”
He grabbed her arm, kind of gently, and dragged her in front of the couch facing the wall of photos. He pressed her shoulder until she sat with a thump, and before she scrambled up, he planted his fists on both sides of her on the cushion, caging her in. She opened her mouth to tell him to shove it, probably, in the nicest of terms he was sure, but he pinned her with a stare that scared most full-grown men.
He cocked his head, waiting until she huffed out, “Fine.”
It sounded like “Yes Sir” to him and hot damn, she made Mr. Stiffy jump up to say hello.
He stalked off, snagging her a cup of water from the cooler in the corner. Her focus was trained outside where Kyle had gone. Scott glanced up, catching Oscar staring at him with a grin. He glared at the water in his hand and at Oscar again. Oscar’s grin grew from tiny to ginormous. Damn, looked like “ridicule boss” just got added on to Oscar’s to-do list.
He scrubbed his face and gave Haleigh the cup.
“Thank you,” she mumbled, even though he could tell she was still a bit miffed at his handling skills. He sat beside her and she tried to scoot away. Awareness of her emotions skated up his spine, making everything on his body tingle.
She strained to see out the window.
“Don’t worry, he’ll be fine. He needed time to himself. I’ll take care of him tonight.”
She turned, watching him, and he knew what he looked like. Dominant and severe on his nice days. He expected his intensity to scare her, but instead only her frown deepened.
“There you go. Looking like that puppy of yours got a good kick in the pants.”
She tried to hide her emotions, which cheesed him. If she didn’t want to be upfront about things, he’d bulldoze through all her walls anyway.
“So if where Kyle dips his wick isn’t the problem, enlighten me on the puppy-dog expression.” He gazed at her intently, watching her inner deli
beration on what to say. Her face revealed everything. Honesty was his only policy so he hoped she’d trust him with the truth. He actually held his breath, forcing it out on the next exhale. He was acting like a teenage girl at her first sleepover.
“I’m a bit upset he didn’t confide in me when we were kids, but he could marry an aardvark and eat tofu for the rest of his life if it makes him happy.”
“There’s more to it than simple hurt feelings.”
“Maybe…”
He remained quiet until she continued. Thankfully his powers of persuasion were still intact.
“I’d always harbored this little dream in my head. You know…seeing him again. That he’d regret walking away and disappearing on me. We’d meet, fall madly in love and he’d sweep me off my feet, like every knight in shining armor does, obviously. We’d start our perfect life together. I get it, I do.” She waved between them before he had a chance to speak. “Stupid girlish fantasy. I get it, but if you’ve loved someone since the ripe old age of eight and they disappear with no explanation, it’s kind of tough to handle. Then…life got hard. I needed a happy place to go to, to get through. Kyle’s been that for me. Where I let my mind go if I need to escape. Guess I’ll need to find a new one.” She was quiet for a minute, so sad, as if the lamp in her lighthouse had gone dark and her ship was crashing on the rocks of Kyle’s shore.
“A new what?” he asked as he scooted over to comfort her. He wanted to hear her answer and he cared what she had to say all of a sudden. His reaction to her was out of the damn Twilight Zone. A few short minutes ago he’d been goading her something hardcore, and all of a sudden it was just different.
She peered up at him and he had to fight from getting sucked into her gaze. “A happy place.”
He liked women fine, had been in relationships with both women and men off and on for years before Kyle. Gender didn’t matter much. Everything boiled down to whether they were submissive. If they were able to submit to his needs, and he fed their desires in return, he could get his rocks off and be happy about it. A good time being had by everyone and all that jazz.
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