the closed door.
Tyler answered it. His voice was muted, low, like the whisper of a lover.
She remembered how he murmured sweet nothings in her ear. How his warm breath rustled through her hair, teasing her cheek.
She dipped her finger between her lips and smooth cream coated its tip. Damn, why couldn’t it be Tyler’s finger? Or better yet, his cock? She inched her hand higher. Thought about Tyler stretching her, filling her.
His voice reverberated down the hallway, and then silence. She bit back a groan as she touched her clit again. Rubbed it in soft, circular motions.
Footsteps. The soft tha-thud, tha-thud on the wooden floor signaled his approach. The noise grew louder as he drew nearer. She froze. The roar in her ears was deafening as she anticipated the knock on her door. Would he catch her red-handed? She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move.
Did she want him to catch her?
Tha-thud, tha-thud. Louder and louder, and then nothing. Her heart banged in her chest. Was the door about to open? Should she scramble for cover?
Tha-thud. The footsteps receded, the sound gradually fading. Katie let out a breath. Of relief? Of disappointment? She didn’t want to think about it. Heat gathered between her legs. Her clit throbbed. She bit her tongue to stop from calling his name. Release was mere moments away. Heartbeats. But not from him. She pressed down, applying pressure and circling a little quicker. She thought of Tyler.
The tension built, faster, harder, higher. Tyler’s voice whispered in her ear. His hand caressed her breasts. Faster, harder. She couldn’t catch her breath, couldn’t think. The sensation peaked and crested.
Release shook her body. She shuddered as waves of relief flowed from her, and she swallowed her cries lest she call Tyler’s name.
And then she collapsed back on the sheets, exhausted.
An hour after Katie raced from the lounge, Tyler found her in the kitchen.
His dick still hurt from repressed desire. Christ, Katie’s touch burned him to his core. It left his willpower in a pile of ashes at his feet. The way she ran her hand over his back and rested it above his butt goddamn, it challenged every last bit of his self-control. She was still just as affected by him as she always had been. He saw it in her shocked face. Katie hadn’t meant to touch him she simply couldn’t stop herself.
Tyler steeled his resolve. He was determined not to have her until she and Steve called it quits. Yes, he’d made up his mind. Katie was still as attracted to him as ever. No doubt about it. Whatever she might share with Steve, she still desired Tyler. Which meant there was a chance for him. For them. And if there was a chance, he was going to take it. he’d do every damn thing possible to win Katie back except sleep with his best friend’s fiancé.
When he and Katie made love again, she would be a free woman.
Didn’t mean it would be easy. Hell, Katie would fight him every step of the way. She would not take the idea of hurting or betraying Steve lightly.
Tyler’s gut churned. He did not take the idea lightly either. His intentions choked him with guilt and shame. He was about to challenge his best mate for a woman. What gave him the right to destroy Steve’s happiness and future for the sake of his own? How could he justify fighting for the life he coveted if the expense of his victory was his friend’s happiness?
But how could he not fight for Katie? She was his destiny, not Steve’s.
Steve’s happiness lay in someone else’s hands.
“There you are,” he said to her. “I’ve been looking for you.”
She turned to face him “You have?”
“I…” His voice trailed off. He swallowed. “I…” Oh shit. Shit, shit, shit. He knew he was staring but he couldn’t look away.
Katie lay naked on his sheets. Her breath was more regular now, her body lethargic beside his. Christ, he loved watching her languish in the aftermath of her orgasms. Loved the glazed wantonness in her eyes,
Tyler answered it. His voice was muted, low, like the whisper of a lover.
She remembered how he murmured sweet nothings in her ear. How his warm breath rustled through her hair, teasing her cheek.
She dipped her finger between her lips and smooth cream coated its tip. Damn, why couldn’t it be Tyler’s finger? Or better yet, his cock? She inched her hand higher. Thought about Tyler stretching her, filling her.
His voice reverberated down the hallway, and then silence. She bit back a groan as she touched her clit again. Rubbed it in soft, circular motions.
Footsteps. The soft tha-thud, tha-thud on the wooden floor signaled his approach. The noise grew louder as he drew nearer. She froze. The roar in her ears was deafening as she anticipated the knock on her door. Would he catch her red-handed? She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move.
Did she want him to catch her?
Tha-thud, tha-thud. Louder and louder, and then nothing. Her heart banged in her chest. Was the door about to open? Should she scramble for cover?
Tha-thud. The footsteps receded, the sound gradually fading. Katie let out a breath. Of relief? Of disappointment? She didn’t want to think about it. Heat gathered between her legs. Her clit throbbed. She bit her tongue to stop from calling his name. Release was mere moments away. Heartbeats. But not from him. She pressed down, applying pressure and circling a little quicker. She thought of Tyler.
The tension built, faster, harder, higher. Tyler’s voice whispered in her ear. His hand caressed her breasts. Faster, harder. She couldn’t catch her breath, couldn’t think. The sensation peaked and crested.
Release shook her body. She shuddered as waves of relief flowed from her, and she swallowed her cries lest she call Tyler’s name.
And then she collapsed back on the sheets, exhausted.
An hour after Katie raced from the lounge, Tyler found her in the kitchen.
His dick still hurt from repressed desire. Christ, Katie’s touch burned him to his core. It left his willpower in a pile of ashes at his feet. The way she ran her hand over his back and rested it above his butt goddamn, it challenged every last bit of his self-control. She was still just as affected by him as she always had been. He saw it in her shocked face. Katie hadn’t meant to touch him she simply couldn’t stop herself.
Tyler steeled his resolve. He was determined not to have her until she and Steve called it quits. Yes, he’d made up his mind. Katie was still as attracted to him as ever. No doubt about it. Whatever she might share with Steve, she still desired Tyler. Which meant there was a chance for him. For them. And if there was a chance, he was going to take it. he’d do every damn thing possible to win Katie back except sleep with his best friend’s fiancé.
When he and Katie made love again, she would be a free woman.
Didn’t mean it would be easy. Hell, Katie would fight him every step of the way. She would not take the idea of hurting or betraying Steve lightly.
Tyler’s gut churned. He did not take the idea lightly either. His intentions choked him with guilt and shame. He was about to challenge his best mate for a woman. What gave him the right to destroy Steve’s happiness and future for the sake of his own? How could he justify fighting for the life he coveted if the expense of his victory was his friend’s happiness?
But how could he not fight for Katie? She was his destiny, not Steve’s.
Steve’s happiness lay in someone else’s hands.
“There you are,” he said to her. “I’ve been looking for you.”
She turned to face him “You have?”
“I…” His voice trailed off. He swallowed. “I…” Oh shit. Shit, shit, shit. He knew he was staring but he couldn’t look away.
Katie lay naked on his sheets. Her breath was more regular now, her body lethargic beside his. Christ, he loved watching her languish in the aftermath of her orgasms. Loved the glazed wantonness in her eyes,
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