“Yes, God, that’s so fucking hot,” I pant.
I’m hypnotized, watching her pleasure herself. I keep the same pace, jerking myself off. It’s torture to stop myself from coming. She rocks her hips up, her back arching, and I know she’s close.
My voice falters when I tell her to stop.
I have to do it with her.
I want to do it with her.
On her.
A wild grin is on her face when she crawls to the end of the bed. She arches a finger, gesturing for me to come forward, and my cock twitches. I lick my lips, and my cock aches when I stop stroking it. She situates herself on her knees when I reach her and wait for her next move. Her gaze locks on mine when she rubs the vibrator along my lips.
“I’ve never done anything like this before,” she whispers before handing me the vibrator and spreading her legs.
I caress her clit with it and then slide it inside her. Her hands grip my shoulders as I fuck her with it.
Her nails dig into my skin. “Have you … ever watched another woman do this?”
I drag away the vibrator, rest my palm on her stomach, and push her back before meeting her on the bed, my body over hers. “Nope, and don’t care to. Only you.” I groan when I push my cock inside her. “Only you, Chloe.”
She whimpers as I stay in place, not moving, and I stare down at her. We make the strongest eye contact I’ve ever experienced.
Tonight was a big step for Chloe. She’s never opened herself up like that to anyone else, not even to men she’s opened her heart to.
I shiver when she runs her hands up and down my arms. “And trust me; you will be the only man who’s ever watched me.”
“Thank fuck.”
Her confirmation sets me on fire. I grab her thighs, situate them on my shoulders, pull out, and thrust back into her. We find our release, and I fall down next to her.
I roll off and catch my breath as she rests her head on my chest.
“Thank you for everything tonight. For going to Trey’s game, for the pizza party, and for giving me an orgasm.” She snuggles tightly into my side. “And for tagging along to Claudia’s. I feel safe with you.”
I squeeze her tight. “And thank you for tonight—for letting me crash your party and be there for you, for fucking yourself in front of me and then letting me fuck you.” I sigh. “And, even if you hadn’t agreed, I would’ve followed you to Claudia’s.”
She holds herself up to look at me in question. “Why didn’t I know you were this sweet?”
“You were too busy telling me to fuck off to give me the chance to show you the real me.”
She laughs. “Oh, yeah, right.”
Her lips meet mine through a smile.
16
Chloe
Kyle walks into my living room and frowns while eyeing me. “I have to say, I’m a little disappointed.”
“What? Why?” I question.
I peek down at myself. I appear the same as I did when I left his house this morning for work. Sleepovers at his place are now an everyday occurrence, and instead of saying good morning from his porch, he says it from next to me in bed.
“I was hoping you were dressed up.”
I throw him an annoyed expression. “And what are you? Where’s your sexy cop costume?”
“At my house. I’m saving it for later.” He winks. “When I handcuff you to my bed.”
I can’t hold back my grin.
“Yes, handcuffing you to my bed is definitely tonight’s plan.”
Gloria stomping into the kitchen ends our flirt-fest. “Look at me, Aunt Chloe!” she squeals. She gives Kyle a lopsided smile when she spots him. “Can you guess what I am?”
He settles his finger on his chin. “Hmm … are you … the Tin Man?”
Gloria laughs and shakes her head. “No, silly!”
Kyle squints at her. “Are you the Cowardly Lion?”
Her smile widens. “No!”
“Then, you must be Dorothy!”
She hops up and down. “Yes.” She holds her basket up and snatches the stuffed dog inside. “And this is Toto.”
Kyle kneels, so he’s eye-level with her. “Hello, Dorothy and Toto. It’s nice to meet you.” He shakes her hand before petting Toto on the head. “I’ll give you extra candy when you stop by my house later.”
“Yay!” She claps her hands. “I can’t wait for all my candy.”
“All right, Dorothy,” I say, resting my palm on her back. “Let’s do your pigtails.”
We gather in the living room, and I sit down on the couch while Gloria plops onto the floor in front of me.
“What made you be Dorothy?” Kyle asks Gloria, resting in a chair. “Is that your favorite movie?”
Gloria nods. “My favorite in the entire world!” She kicks her feet back and forth, showing off her sparkly red shoes. “Do you like my shoes?”
“Very much,” Kyle answers before lifting his leg. “Much cooler than these Nikes I’m sporting.”
Gloria squeals. “What’s your favorite movie?”
He glances around the room. “Promise not to tell anyone?”
Gloria holds her pinkie out. “I pinkie promise to infinity.”
He leans in as if telling her a secret and then loops their fingers together. “It’s The Wizard of Oz.”
She claps her hands again. “Yay!”
I finish her pigtails at the same time Trey walks in, wearing his football gear.
Gloria frowns at the sight of him. “Where’s your costume? You’re supposed to be the Scarecrow!”
Trey’s shoulders slump. “I told you, I’m not trick-or-treating this year.”
Gloria crosses her arms and sulks. “And I said you have to.”
“Sorry, but I’m too old for trick-or-treating,” Trey answers.
She hops up and looks close to tears when she stomps her foot. “That’s not fair!”
I stand and drape my arm around her. “Let’s have a girls’ Halloween night.”
She sniffles and scowls at Trey, shooting him a stare that’d force me to cave in seconds. “You always come with me!”
He offers her an apologetic smile. “Sorry, Glor-Bear. Aunt Chloe said she’d take you though.”
“Fine, I don’t want you to come anymore,” she declares, hiding her face in my waist.
“What about this?” Kyle comments. “I’m handing out candy at my house.” He signals between Gloria and Chloe. “You two trick-or-treat it up.” He winks at Gloria. “Save me the Reese’s Cups, and Trey can hang out at my house. I made tacos, so come over when you’re finished.”
Trey gives Kyle a glance. “You made tacos?”
“Sure did.”
“His mother made tacos,” I correct with a smile.
“Your mom still cooks for you, bro?” Trey asks. “That’s lame.”
“For your information, I made the tacos tonight. My mom only makes my date-night meals,” Kyle argues.
“That’s even lamer,” Trey comments. “You’re supposed to impress chicks.”
Trey goes to Kyle’s, and Gloria and I go trick-or-treating for a good hour before we go to Kyle’s for tacos. Trey might be too old for trick-or-treating, but he has no problem with raiding Gloria’s candy bag.
Claudia picks the kids up late, and then I let Kyle use his handcuffs on me.
“I love this place,” Lauren sings out, skipping into the restaurant. “Oh, the memories here will last a lifetime.”
A prominent magazine I’d kill to write for has chosen Clayton’s as one of the finest restaurants in Iowa for the past four years. I came here with Kent for all of our celebration dinners—our birthdays, anniversaries, and promotions. The restaurant is an hour out of Blue Beech, and we’re staying in a hotel in the city for the night. It’s nice, not worrying about nosy people gawking at you.
“Yes, such romantic memories.” Gage chuckles before kissing Lauren.
Lauren glances at me while we make our way to the hostess stand. “When Gage
came home, he followed me here. He also brought a date in a desperate attempt to make me jealous.”
Gage ruffles his hand through Lauren’s hair, resulting in a glare from her. “Why don’t you elaborate on the story, babe? Tell her how you deceived me into thinking you were having an affair with a married man. Come to find out, you were here, celebrating your friend’s birthday with his husband.”
“Wow,” I say while laughing.
I envy Lauren and Gage’s relationship. They were high school sweethearts, and even though they broke up and he moved away, they reconciled. Now, she’s pregnant, and they’re engaged.
Lauren is wearing a red dress, her baby bump on display, and her black heels don’t bring her close to Gage’s stature. Her dark hair is down in curls, and Gage’s is messy as he protectively settles his strong arm around her.
I’m dressed in a simple black dress with black heels. My blonde hair is straightened, and the only makeup I’m wearing is a bright red lip. Kyle is sporting a white button-down shirt with a hint of color on the collar and cuffs and dark jeans. Like his uniforms, the shirt perfectly fits him and showcases his broad shoulders and muscles.
In high school, I had no friends. All my dinner companions tonight were in the cool crowd. I never spoke to Gage. He spent most of his time with Kyle, and anyone who hung out with Kyle was an enemy. Lauren was always nice to me and once even picked me as her Chemistry partner when she realized I was always picked last.
Kyle wraps his arm around my shoulders. “Come on, let’s grab a drink from the bar.”
I stop him and nudge my head toward Lauren.
She waves away my concern. “Don’t worry about me. I take notes of all the delicious-looking martinis and will come back when there isn’t a little one in my stomach. I’m totally cool with you guys drinking without me.”
Kyle takes my hand and leads me to a small open section at the bar.
“The bartender is not even paying attention to us,” Lauren whines.
“You’re pregnant and at the bar,” Gage says.
Lauren glares and then kisses him. “Go get the bartender’s attention, Kyle.”
“Be right back,” Kyle tells us, giving my side a squeeze. “He’s giving the other side all his attention.”
I lean forward and rest my elbows on the bar while observing him move around the bar. I bite into my lip when I catch women staring at him as if they want him as their dessert. There’s a bridal party assembled around the bar, attempting to capture his attention, but he ignores them. I beam with pride. He’s overlooking them because of me. He wants me.
“Wow, you’re here with him?”
I tense and immediately know who said that.
“With fucking Kyle Lane?” Kent snarls.
I turn to scowl at him and notice his wedding ring. There’s no bitterness. Kent stands in front of me, and I feel nothing toward him, not hurt or regret.
He sets his drink on the bar and nudges closer by bumping the person next to me. “I need not go into details about why being around him is a vile fucking idea.”
“And you cheating on me with another chick was a vile fucking idea, but you did. Now, you’re married to the woman you swore you weren’t touching while I’m sharing a meal with the man you warned me away from. Oh, how the motherfucking world turns,” I snap with no hesitation.
He snatches his drink up and chugs it before slamming it down. “Don’t come running to me when he screws you over.”
My eyes narrow his way as we form strong eye contact. “Trust me; don’t concern yourself with that. Go back to your wife. Maybe you can be a not-so-shitty partner to her.”
I tense up when I see Kyle approach us. He doesn’t look threatened my Kent’s presence. Kyle slaps Kent on the back, bumps his shoulder when stepping around him, and places our drinks on the bar before dragging me into his side.
A hard expression spreads across Kent’s face.
“Good to see you, man,” Kyle addresses him. “I hope you’re doing well. Thank you for cheating on Chloe to give me the opportunity to make her happy—very happy.”
“Fuck you,” Kent scowls.
Kyle laughs coldly. “Nah, I’d rather have fun with Chloe. Appreciate the offer though.”
“Why do you even care who I’m here with?” I ask Kent.
“I still care about you! I don’t want to see you get used by this”—he tosses his hands out to signal Kyle—“asshole who has already hurt you once. Don’t trust him. You think he’ll ever want to be with you? Look, he took you out of Blue Beech for your date, so no one would see you together.”
Kyle’s fingers curl around my waist. “Fuck you. Don’t assume shit you know nothing about.”
Gage steps between them. “Enough. Both of you, walk away, and we’ll all enjoy a nice dinner.”
Kent furiously shakes his head. “Go ahead, Chloe. Let him treat you like the whore he always made you out to be. I guess your little nickname suited you.” His nostrils flare.
My cheeks redden in embarrassment.
Kyle settles me behind him, blocking me from Kent. I attempt to go around him to give Kent a good ass-kicking, but it’s too late. One second, my ex’s mouth is talking shit about me, and the next, Kyle’s fist is hitting it, preventing him from talking more shit about me.
People step out of the way when Kent cries out and holds his nose.
“That’s assault!” he screams. “You assaulted me!”
“It was a love tap, Kent,” Kyle replies with annoyance, as if he were scolding a child. “No damage was done.”
With that, Kyle grips my hand and leads me toward the exit. As we pass the restrooms, I bump into Kent’s wife, and she blinks a few times, as if she were imagining me. When she realizes I’m real and I’m unable to move, her attention then swings to Kyle, and I grin.
I pat her shoulder. “Thank you so much for stealing Kent away from me, Lacy.”
“Screw you, Chloe.” An evil smirk stretches across her lips. “Maybe I’ll be able to give him babies, you barren bitch.”
Oh, this bitch.
Hell no.
Sadness and rage consume me at her words. At this moment, two things can happen: I could burst into tears or punch Lacy. I raise my hand, ready for a catfight, but Kyle grabs it and leads me out of the restaurant while I attempt to jerk away.
“Hey,” I yell, swatting at him when we make it outside to the valet. “Why are you allowed to hit someone, but I’m not?”
He whips around to look at me, his face filled with irritation. “That can get you into tough shit.”
I tap my heel against the ground. “Uh, in case you forgot, you’re a police officer. That can get you into some tough shit.”
His hand leaves mine when he holds up a finger. “First, if it does, it does.” Another finger goes up. “Second, I made sure not to do any damage.”
“Damn it, Kyle, you couldn’t wait to punch him until after we ate?” Lauren yells, stomping her feet and shaking her head until they make it to us.
Kyle rubs the back of his neck and throws Lauren an apologetic look. “My apologies. Go yell at Kent for not waiting to talk shit until after we ate.”
I wipe away the tears over Lacy’s words, and my mouth goes dry as I stare at Lauren. “I’m sorry.”
Lauren glances at me. “No, don’t you apologize.” She points to Kyle with her chin. “Now, you need to be sorry, stupid. You’re a cop. You can get in serious trouble for that.”
“I’m sorry,” Kyle states. “You two go eat. We’ll figure something out.”
“Nah,” Gage cuts in, looking indifferent. “It’s too busy in there anyway. Where’s our next choice of food?”
“I have an idea,” Kyle says, chewing on his lip. “How about we hit that arcade in the mall?”
“What are we, twelve?” Lauren asks.
“No, smart-ass,” Kyle replies. “At night, it turns into adults only. They serve food and alcohol. It’s a good time.”
“I’m game,” G
age responds with a shrug. “It’d be nice to do something different and low-key.”
“We need to stop by the hotel, so we can change then,” Lauren says. “These heels are killing my feet. I live in scrubs, so I need jeans ASAP.”
“Totally agree,” I say.
Lauren gives me a bright grin.
When we walk into the hotel’s lobby, Kyle heads to the counter for our room keys.
“I know the night is still young and all,” Lauren says around a groan when she stops next to me while Gage joins Kyle. “But can it be young for only you and Kyle? I’m a prude who wants to order room service and go to bed.”
I frown. “I’m sorry about dinner.”
She waves away my apology. “Girl, don’t worry about that. I feel terrible, so you did us a favor.”
The guys come back with key cards and grab our luggage.
“Change of plans,” Lauren tells Kyle. “Gage and I are going to our room, calling room service, and passing out.”
Gage strokes her back and seems fine with not going out.
Kyle offers a warm smile. “Tell them to charge it to my room.”
Lauren starts to object, but Gage smacks Kyle on the back.
“How kind of you to offer. I’ll be sure to inform them.” He glances at Lauren. “My girl is eating for two, so I apologize in advance for the bill. You two have a nice night and don’t get in too much trouble.”
We crowd into the elevator, and our rooms are next to each other. After Kyle unlocks our door, I toss my bag on the bed, collapse on it, and unstrap my heels.
“My feet are killing me.” I drop them to the floor when I’m finished. I open my suitcase and select a pair of flats. “So, we’re going to an arcade?”
Kyle nods.
“One where you play Skee-Ball, win tickets, and select cheap prizes?”
Kyle sets his bag down and grins. “It’ll be fun. I promise.”
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