Kyler

by C. A. Harms

  “Sounds like it.” She wagged her eyebrows suggestively.

  “It was only a kiss, and then,” remembering what took place next made my stomach ache, “Beau called him.”

  “Ass.”

  My thoughts exactly. “It ended quick after that and then it just got awkward.”

  “You shut down on him, didn’t you?” I let out a slow, annoyed breath, nodding as I did so.

  “I wish I’d known this last night, or even earlier this morning.”

  “Why?” I ask, and instead of replying she looked up toward my driveway just as I heard a door close, followed by a second one and my heart felt like it sank. “You invited them over, didn’t you?”

  “Maayyybeeee.”

  Which meant yes, especially when she dragged the word out the way she just did. She was so far from innocent.

  “We’re no longer friends,” I whispered and she smiled wide.

  “Whatever, you’d miss me.”

  I jumped at the sound of Quinton’s loud, prominent voice as it echoed over my backyard. “Good afternoon, beautiful ladies, the best part about your day has just arrived.”

  Quinton was a year younger than Kyler and Beau, but they all hung out together and played in all the same sports growing up. I remembered our freshman year Hayley and I used to sit around and idolize the senior guys and even those that went on to college. They were always so proud and triumphant. Never back then had I ever thought I’d date one of them, much less make out with a second one. They were those guys, ones who seemed so cocky and untouchable.

  When they reached the poolside, I looked up to find Kyler watching me hesitantly. A pair of swimming trunks hung low on his hips, showing off that sweet dip on each side that led to down under, so to speak. I always had a sweet spot for that part of a man, that strong prominent “V” at a man’s waist that appeared as if it pointed directly to his cock. Top that with a set of abs that you could feel beneath your fingers even before they tensed and flexed made my insides tighten with eagerness.

  Kyler had all those things, the defined chest, the perfect arms and shoulders. I’ll admit it, I had noticed before, I just always pretended I didn’t. But after last night, touching those very places, I felt differently, I felt drawn to him in a way. It didn’t matter how many times I told myself it was nothing, it was most definitely something.

  “You didn’t know about this, did you?” I looked up when he spoke, realizing that I’d been staring a little too long. If he’d noticed, he didn’t react and I was thankful.

  “No,” I smiled, “but it’s okay.”

  “Are you sure?” He took a seat on the lounger that Hayley had been sitting on only moments ago. She had since escaped and was covering Quinton like a second skin. But in her defense, he was cupping her ass and using that as leverage to hold her body securely to his own, so it was an equal effort.

  “You having flashbacks?” Again I found I was staring, only this time at Hayley and her new-found lover. I shifted in my lounger and squinted as I looked back to Kyler.

  “What?”

  A grin tugged at the corner of his lips. “Your parents in the pool.” He tilted his head just slightly, nudging it toward Quinton and Hayley. “Are they giving you flashbacks?”

  “That’s gross and an extremely unfair use of confidential information. I was drunk when I shared that with you.”

  He chuckled.

  “Now you want to use it to torture me. That’s just cold.”

  We stared at one another for a moment. There was a weird exchange of something deep and intriguing that passed between us. Something that seemed hidden beneath all the smiles, laughs, and flirtatious jokes. Neither of us had even mentioned the kiss or kisses we shared. To be honest I wasn’t sure I wanted to; maybe it would be easier if forgotten. Chalk it all up to a moment of weakness.

  “What’s this?” he asked as he picked up my mojito and held it beneath his nose.

  “It’s a mojito.” Watching him sniff it made me smile.

  Moving the glass away from his nose, he squinted as he tipped the glass from side to side, carefully inspecting it. “Is that a strawberry slice?” I nodded. “Okay so, what the hell are those green things?” He was still squinting at the glass, his nose wrinkled up in what appeared to be disgust.

  “Mint leaves.”

  It was definitely disgust but it didn’t stop him from lifting the cup to his lips and taking a sip. As his tongue slipped out to catch the droplet on his lower lip, I found that my lower stomach clenched.

  I remembered instantly what his tongue felt like against mine, how his lips moved so skillfully, tasting me and teasing me.

  “That’s actually not as bad as I thought it would be.” I blinked a few times to clear the haze that filled my mind and looked away from him before he could see the lust that I was more than positive lay heavy in my eyes.

  “It’s our signature drink when we spend a day by the pool,” I explained, but still kept my eyes away from his. It had to be loneliness. It was the only explanation for what I was feeling.

  A loud squeal ripped through the air and I looked toward the pool just in time to see Quinton and Hayley land in the water with a loud splash. She came up sputtering for air, waving her hands out in search of Quinton.

  “You asshole.” She swung her arms in his direction and all he could do was laugh. Then suddenly they were wrapped around one another, she pinned to the sidewall of the pool, his body holding her in place. I wrinkled my nose as I remembered Kyler’s earlier comment.

  “I knew it,” he whispered beside me, “flashbacks.”

  I swatted my arm in his direction and connected with his shoulder. “That is so gross.”

  “It’s like hate porn.”

  Now he had my undivided attention.

  “What? Don’t tell me you’ve never watched porn.” When I didn’t answer he chuckled. “A secret dirty girl.”

  “Who says it’s a secret?”

  He smirked, and I could tell he wanted to say more but he held back. Maybe it was fear of things getting to the point where they were last night, I wasn’t sure; I just knew that flirting with Kyler had become too easy.

  Chapter Eleven

  Kyler

  “You plan on making me swim alone?” I continued to lean back against the stairs that led into the water. My legs stretched out before me and my body lounged back, my arms holding the weight of my upper body.

  The sun had set long ago, and Quinton and Hayley had snuck off somewhere alone. This left Ashlynn and me by ourselves. We had both drank entirely too much, which seemed to lower everyone’s inhibitions, but at this point I no longer cared.

  I knew I was playing with fire. I knew pursuing Ashlynn would most likely blow up in my face, but I couldn’t stop myself.

  “We have this big pool.” I scanned over the large pool with the connecting hot tub before returning my gaze back to hers. “And you’re all the way over there.”

  “I don’t want to swim.”

  “We don’t have to swim.”

  We each stared at one another for a moment then she stood, and in what I would describe as a seductive manner, unhooked the towel that was wrapped around her waist. It fell to the ground, pooling at her feet as she stepped over it.

  I wasn’t too drunk to forget that she was Beau’s ex and I shouldn’t be pursuing her, but I was drunk enough to no longer give a shit about the consequences. Beau had chosen the route he took and he only had himself to blame for the way it all turned out.

  “I think I’d rather get in the hot tub.” Ashlynn moved across the patio, and as she crawled into the water, I didn’t miss the way she arched her ass a little more than necessary. It was almost in slow motion as she took a seat and allowed the water to cover her body.

  She tossed me a sexy smile, one that made my pulse quicken. “Do you plan on making me sit here all alone?” She tossed my earlier question right back at me, making me chuckle with amusement.

  Though I wanted to leap u
p and run toward her, I held my cool. Slowly I stood from my current position and climbed out of the pool. She watched me, never once taking her eyes off me as I moved toward the hot tub. The closer I got, the faster my heart raced.

  The lights beneath the water gave off a glowing appearance and did nothing to hide her sweet body beneath the water. The ties that held her bathing suit together on each hip, as well as between her breasts, floated in the water. I’d envisioned untying them multiple times since I arrived more than six hours before and I was doing the same thing again. It was an unstoppable fantasy that I had on repeat, enjoying each time it played out in my mind.

  My body brushed against hers as I sat next to her instead of across. Maybe I should have gone for the safer of the two but I was a risk taker. I lifted my arm and placed it behind her, almost moaning when she slid closer. Ashlynn placed her palm against my lower stomach, causing my abs to involuntarily tense, and she smiled up at me.

  “I love that.” Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment as she bit her lower lip.

  “What?”

  When she opened her eyes I saw they were bloodshot, and I knew at this point she was most likely saying things she wouldn’t normally say due to the alcohol, but I accepted it.

  “These.” She moved her hand up and down my stomach and at one point her finger slipped just slightly beneath the waistband of my shorts. “Ripples and dips.”

  I laughed at her explanation. “Ripples and dips, huh?”

  “Yes.” She tipped her head back and looked at me. “I’ve noticed your body, maybe I shouldn’t have paid attention, but I did.”

  Her lips were only a few inches from my own and I could’ve pulled her to me, but I chose to wait it out. I wanted her to keep talking, I wanted to know that she too, thought of the things I had since I first saw her.

  “I’ve always wondered what this would feel like beneath my hands.” She said this while trailing her hand upward over my chest. “Or these,” she added, just as her palm began to descend once more over my abs and onto my right hip. When she continued to explore and paused just above the waistband on my shorts, I swear I held my breath. “Maybe I shouldn’t be saying these things.”

  “You should.”

  She laughed when I practically panted the words.

  My hands shook and my legs trembled as her hand remained spread out over my stomach.

  “I just think that me telling you these things is asking for trouble.”

  She started to move her hand away but I placed mine over hers. “I’m not scared of trouble and I love feeling you touching me.” The confession appeared to slightly relax her. “I don’t want you to stop.” I lifted my arm from behind her head and reached beneath the water, hooking her around the waist.

  In a move that even surprised me, I managed to pull her body to mine then lifted her to my lap. She watched the entire time, saying nothing, not once putting up a fight or trying to move away.

  The moment she was against me, straddling me, I pulled her in just a little tighter and looked up into her gorgeous blue eyes. “I’ve always had a thing for you, Ashlynn.” Her eyes widened in surprise. “Since the first time I saw you. I was just too stupid to say anything. I’ve spent the last year regretting that move more than I’ve ever regretted any other thing in my life.”

  I wanted to say more but instead let it fade. Bringing up more of that night, the one when I saw this beautiful girl staring back at me for the first time, meant a possible chance of mentioning Beau too. The last thing I wanted was for him to ruin this night as well. This was about us, and I wasn’t sure where it would lead but I had to know.

  Tomorrow I would feel guilty, but tonight I just wanted to feel her. I wanted to share this with her and we could worry about the rest later.

  “You’re so beautiful.”

  “That’s just the alcohol talking.”

  I immediately shook my head and she averted her eyes.

  “Don’t go getting shy on me now.” I tipped her head up with my finger beneath her chin and her eyes met mine once more. “It’s not the alcohol,” I whispered as I moved in closer, lightly skimming my lips over hers. Teasing her a little before moving away again, never actually kissing her soft lips. It was satisfying to see her chase after me a little in search of the kiss she was almost given.

  “I want you, Ashlynn, I always have.”

  Those words triggered something inside her, something hungry and almost desperate. She leaned in, taking my mouth in a heated kiss as she shifted her hips, grinding her pelvis to mine.

  A groan escaped me, which only seemed to drive her more. I gripped her hips, pushed my hardness against her, and together we began to rock. The thin layer of wet clothing that separated us did little to hide the effects this intimate moment had on both of our bodies. I’d dreamed of that moment, her in my arms, her body pressed to mine.

  Call me an asshole, but I’d fallen for my best friend’s girl, and even though I’d tried to move past it, over the last year it only grew stronger.

  There was nothing stopping us, no one here to interrupt. I’d purposely turned off my phone hours ago and now there was only us.

  “Ashlynn.” Her name fell from my lips when she began to pump her hips, quickening her movements, almost mimicking the way she would move had I truly been inside her.

  I purposely glided my hand over her thigh, and when she showed no sign of hesitation, no sign of fear, I moved in closer. I traced the side of her bikini bottoms with my thumb and slipped in beneath the hem to feel her against me. Smooth and bare, I moved across her with ease and almost lost it when I felt her slickness against my thumb.

  “Damn.” I pushed inside her just enough to tease before pulling back once more.

  Her whimper caused a grin to tug at my lips. Fuck, that was a sweet sound.

  “Do you want this?” I asked as I lifted my pelvis and pushed my hard cock against her. She nodded but it wasn’t enough; I needed the words. “Do you want me, Ashlynn?” Again she nodded as she continued to move against me. “Tell me with words, beautiful.”

  “Yes,” she panted, “I want this, I want you.”

  As she said the words, she reached between us and slid her hand beneath the waistband of my shorts. She wasted no time gripping my cock and began to stroke me.

  In that action I lost track of my own thoughts as I fought the urge to come. Fuck, her hand around me was almost too much. Her sweet gentle touch mixed with the way her hips continued to move made my head spin.

  In one quick movement I yanked the string on her hip, causing her bathing suit to fall away and she lifted just enough to allow me to push them back a little further. She was now fully exposed and rubbing her sweet pussy against me, bare and inviting.

  I thought of asking her once more if this was truly what she wanted, but she answered the unasked question by rising above me just enough to place my cock against her. Holding my breath in anticipation, I looked down between us just as she slowly sank down onto me.

  And in that moment, I was fucking lost, barely able to breath.

  Her moan, mixed with my own, echoed through the darkness.

  Pure lust and hunger took over as we began to move together as if this was something we’d done a million times. She felt amazing, more than amazing.

  “So good, baby.” I pressed my palm to her back, holding her securely as I pushed upward into her, deeply. She let out a low, guttural moan and her head tilted back, her mouth falling open.

  “Perfect,” I whispered as I watched the pleasure in her features.

  In my eyes she was fucking perfection, the purest form. Ashlynn was such a beautiful person, both inside and out.

  Her fingernails dug into the flesh of my shoulders as she gripped me tighter. Lifting my hips, I continued to move inside her, watching the way her eyes rolled back with each thrust.

  “Yes,” she whispered over and over as she shifted with me. We were in perfect unison together, and the impending orgasm made my stomach tense. I co
uld feel her sweetness tightening around me, making it that much harder for me to hold back.

  When she came, she panted my name and I let go, driving into her hard and deep. She gasped and I gripped her hips, holding her against me as I filled her.

  I’m unsure of just how much time passed, but we remained pressed together, both taking in one deep breath after another. As the haze faded and realization of what took place began to hit us, we carefully separated and I could almost immediately see the question in her eyes.

  “I, uh—” She looked around as if in search of something. Suddenly she grasped her bikini bottoms that were floating beside her and slid off me in a hurry.

  “Hey.” Reaching out, I placed my hand over hers but she didn’t even look my way. “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah, I just…” She worried her lips as she fought to tie her bottoms on her hips through the water. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”

  “I know what came over the both of us.”

  She gave me a knowing look, then I realized how my words may have been interpreted. “What I meant was I was thinking I wanted you, I wanted to hold you and feel you. That was amazing, Ash, and I’m not just saying that. I mean it.”

  “That’s not what I’m talking about.” Her words were interrupted by a loud squeal followed by an even louder howl. We both looked up just in time to see both Quinton and Hayley moving down the long, darkened path that led from Ash’s house toward the hot tub.

  In a mad dash, I tucked myself back inside my shorts and Ashlynn slid further away from me just before they rounded the corner.

  “I am freezing.” Hayley was the first one to join us, followed closely by Q. They were completely oblivious to what they almost interrupted, and I looked over to Ashlynn to see her looking down at the water.

  I didn’t like the look on her face. It was almost like she regretted what had just taken place. When she looked up to find me staring at her, she offered the weakest smile I’ve ever seen on her beautiful face, and fuck if it didn’t make my hands twitch to reach out for her and pull her close.