Sinfully

by Riley, Leighton

  “Did you find your bullseye candies, babe?” I had lost her while filling up a bag of gummies and she had made it across the store.

  “Uhh. Maybe. You’re not allowed to judge me for this. They’ll last me forever and I haven’t had them in a long time and they’re my most absolute favorite.” She looked nervous with her hands held behind her back, looking like a sad puppy in the rain.

  “No judging here. See, I grabbed some stuff, too. Come on, let’s go check out and get back on the road. I got some stuff Tristen will probably like, too.”

  “I’ll meet you there, just a sec.” I watched her slowly move the bag that was behind her back around and placed it in the barrel. I contemplated what to do next. Her brows were scrunched together and her tongue was peeking out of her mouth. I watched in amusement as she put a few wrapped pieces of candy back in the barrel, but no more than three seconds later, she put a handful of the wrapped candy back in her bag. Picking it up, she called out that she was ready with a satisfied smile on her face. She was a tiny thing and I wouldn’t have guessed that she had such a sweet tooth.

  I couldn’t help but chuckle at the innocent look she gave me as she plopped the bag of caramel vanilla cream bullseyes on the counter along with my basket and her basket of bulk candy. She had decided shortly after getting the rock candy that she would need her own dedicated basket and I happily obliged. Mine weighed in at just under a pound with the gummy bears and hers was over four and a half pounds. Granted, a lot of it was due to the caramels but damn that was a lot of candy.

  Handing over my credit card, I received a chaste kiss on the cheek and a bear hug around the waist. Glad she was easy to please. We walked back to the car, hand in hand, and she let me in on her secret that she had a huge sweet tooth. No kidding! Really? I never noticed.

  As soon as we were buckled in, I started driving back to the interstate while she opened up one of her bags. “Want one? I don’t mind giving you one if you want to try.”

  I glanced over and I could tell she meant one in the singular sense, and I was determined to fuck with her a little on the rest of the drive.

  “Aww, thanks. I’d love one. I’ve never tried them before.” She handed me one and I popped it in my mouth and began acting like I was trying to decide if I liked them or not.

  “Chewy, yet creamy. It’s interesting for sure. I don’t know what all the hype is about Kylie.” I swallowed it and could feel her staring at me.

  “They’re amazing! You get vanilla cream wrapped in silky caramel. It’s perfectly sweet without being overwhelming and light enough to not feel guilty afterward.

  “I didn’t really taste the vanilla. Here, let me see if I taste it now.” My hand slid over into her bag and I smiled when I felt the wrapper between my fingertips.

  Before she could protest, I had it in my mouth and moaned, letting her know the vanilla flavor does come out if you’re looking for it.

  “I think I like them a little more every time I try one. You may be able to get me addicted to those things if you’re not careful, Kylie.” I saw her look in the bag, trying to gauge how many she had left.

  “Thank you for trying them but don’t worry, you don’t have to love them. I know you’ll be happy with your candy buttons and gummies. Thank you for taking me there, Ryder. I haven’t been to a candy store since I was little.”

  She was sweet. Possessive with her candy, but sweet. We drove the rest of the way in near silence. I was ready to see Tristen and wanted to meet McKenna. I knew it was going to be hard for Tristen to let Cami go but it would be good for him.

  “I wasn’t sure if this was going to be a big deal or not, but I should probably let you know before we meet up with McKenna.” We were driving through the city, just a few minutes from the hotel.

  “Why does that not sound comforting, Ky? Spill.” My over-analytical brain started going over worst case scenarios and the probabilities of them actually occurring. McKenna used to be a dude… McKenna is married to the mob… Mckenna and I are lesbian lovers… Well, the last one wouldn’t be so bad.

  “She has a daughter. The daddy left before Bailey was born and she’s raised her alone for the past four years. I don’t know Tristen, but I know some guys don’t want to deal with another guy’s child. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, I just really want her to get back out there and start dating and Tristen seems really nice.” I don’t think she took a breath that whole time. She looked at me with a nervous face and I thought about how Tristen would react when he found out. He was excited to be a father with Cami. I knew he loved kids. I don’t think he’d have a problem with it but I could have eased him into it if I’d known.

  “It should be fine, babe. McKenna can tell him once she’s comfortable around him but he deserves to know what he’s getting into. I’m sure he’ll be okay with it.” With a loud sigh, I could see her relax out of the corner of my eye.

  We decided to check into the hotel and ‘freshen up’, per Kylie’s words, before meeting with Tristen. “I’m so excited to be here with you right now, Ryder. I needed a break from life for a few days.” Kylie was talking to me from the bathroom and I was lying on the bed, waiting for her to get ready since I knew I just needed to throw on a better shirt and shoes before I was ready. I closed my eyes, just relaxing for a moment before I heard the lightest pitter-patter coming toward me.

  Peaking one eye open, my mouth dropped open as I took in the sight before me. Kylie was facing me with a neon orange lacy thong and nothing else. Her nipples were already hardened and she had tousled her hair. Looking at me from underneath those thick black eyelashes as if she was purely innocent was my undoing. She waited patiently for me to take action but when I kept my position with a wide grin, she gave in.

  Prancing over toward the bed, she climbed up on the bed on her knees, straddling me in an instant. Without saying a word, she began kissing my chest at a leisurely pace and I couldn’t help but lift my hips up to meet her firm ass. While flicking and sucking on my nipples, her hands roamed my lower abdomen, moving slowly back up my arms.

  A giggle escaped her lips when she suddenly sat back down on my lap, making me wince at the harshness of her actions. She must have noticed because to make it better, she began gliding over my hard cock at a soothing, erotic pace. I never knew what to expect out of her. She could be gentle and sweet in bed, but she was damn insatiable, and I wasn’t complaining. I had no idea what was coming next.

  “Tristen is expecting us in an hour, babe. I don’t do late. Make this quick if you want it.” She lifted herself off of me and padded over to the end of our bed where our suitcases were. I wasn’t giving her an option to leave me hanging. Maybe I needed to be clearer with my choice of words.

  “Kylie, you have three seconds to get your fine ass back in this bed or I’m coming to get you.” There. Maybe now she understands.

  “I’m coming back, don’t worry. I just wanted to…to show you something. We haven’t talked about stuff like this but I figured why wait any longer?” With that, she made her way back to the bed with her hands behind her back. When she reached our bed, I could only wonder what could be back there. Handcuffs? Double-headed purple dildo? Chocolate syrup and whipped cream? No idea.

  “Have an open mind, ‘k, babe?”

  “Uhh huh.” I hated waiting for surprises and it seemed a very good one.

  She pulled a black silk tie from behind her and I noticed it was mine. I immediately envisioned Payton tied up to my bed and all the naughty things I could do to her. Damn it! No thoughts of Payton while Kylie is pretty much naked in front of me.

  As she draped the tie around her neck so it ended in-between her tits, I made my way over and grabbed hold of the material. She looked at me with innocent, yet knowing eyes. The things I could do with this tie. Grasping the material in both hands, I had an idea of one thing I wanted to do with her.

  “Go stand near the windows, facing away from the room.” I can get into this. I wasn’t that surprised that Kyl
ie wanted to spice things up. I watched her hesitantly walk over to the window, looking back once she reached her destination, waiting for the next set of directions.

  “Spread your legs for me. Hands behind your back.” She gave me a smirk and I knew it was turning her on just as much as it was me.

  Walking up behind her with my tie in hand, I grabbed hold of her wrists and wrapped them together, firm and snug. I had taken off my shirt and shoes shortly after arriving. Unbuckling my pants while still behind her, she began squirming in need. “Patience, babe. I’ll make you feel real good, it’s a promise.”

  With her hands secured behind her, I walked around to her front and knelt down so that her mound was eye level. I lifted one of her legs and let it rest over the top of my shoulder, my tongue had a brief swipe of her wetness, and I began teasing her clit with one finger. “Mmm, baby, I need more. I want your mouth on me.”

  Sliding one finger inside of her, I used the flat of my tongue against her clit. Her moans were loud and raw. I wanted to fuck her so badly, but with her hands tied, I had to take advantage of the power I had. After lapping up her juices from her first orgasm, I bent her over and stood behind her. I was glad I had packed a decent supply of condoms for the trip.

  I gripped the silk tie, along with her hands to give me leverage, as I slid into her warmth. She was powerless and quickly began pushing herself back toward my cock as I pushed forward. Filling her to the hilt felt fucking amazing.

  “You like that, baby? I love fucking your tight pussy.”

  We had a good rhythm going. “Slowly bring your legs back together, Kylie. Just like that, so fucking tight, babe.” She cried out my name as she came. Her muscles contracted around me, causing me to join in on an eye-blurring orgasm.

  “So good, baby. So good.” I gently unwrapped her wrists and helped her upright. I left a few sweet kisses on her shoulders, followed by a quick swat of the ass. “Time to go get ready.” With that, I walked to the shower and knew she would be right behind me to join.

  We met Tristen at Gloria’s. It was our go-to place back in college. Cheap margaritas brought the ladies out and the brisket tacos were delicious. It had a homey atmosphere with murals painted on the wall and intimate seating.

  “What’s new, man? Glad to see you again after you ran out on me.” I hadn’t filled Tristen in on how Kylie and I don’t talk personal details and hoped I could give him the hint he needed.

  “It’s all in the past. Kylie here lives in LA and makes the best French toast in the world. She cooks for me and the guys when we are watching a game and even sticks around and watches it with us. Can it get any better?” I gave him a wink and hoped that I was obvious enough that we weren’t about to bring up Payton or how much of a pussy I turned into while trying to get her.

  “Sounds like you got something good going on. You got any friends as beautiful as yourself, Kylie?” Tristen nonchalantly asked as he sipped his beer.

  “He’s exaggerating on the French toast. I add a little cinnamon and he thinks it’s gourmet. I went to college down here so I still have a few single friends who are pretty nice catches. I could—we could—set you up with one of them if you’d like. The one I have in mind is McKenna. Beach blonde wavy hair, tanned skin, awesome sense of humor, and she’s a second grade teacher.” The way she described her friend was why Kylie was a realtor. She showcased the best assets and marketed them well. I doubt Tristen had it in him to say no. He was too nice and definitely a people pleaser.

  I could tell he was indecisive but I knew it was because it was a big step for him. I couldn’t fathom how hard it would be to start dating again after the love of your life passed away tragically and I hoped he could make it past the hurdle. I set my hand on Kylie’s thigh as she waited for a response. She wasn’t one to press an issue but Tristen might need a nudge, or shove.

  “She sounds like your type. Why not give it a try? Take her down to the festival at the beach so it’s a casual setting, and if there’s not a connection, at least you can hang out and enjoy the night. This would be good for you, Tristen.”

  He was still contemplating. I thought, deep down, he was ready. I just wasn’t sure he believed he was ready for action. He was always so damn secretive about his relationships and women, though; I wasn’t positive where his head was with the situation at hand.

  “Sure, why not. Does she live around here? I’m not guaranteeing anything but I wanted to go to the festival, anyway, and her company would be nice.”

  Atta boy.

  “Perfect. You’ll love her.” Kylie thought she had succeeded, but seeing Tristen’s face when she brought up loving someone, I noticed he had zoned out. I knew he was going back to memories of Cami and I truly felt for him. It would definitely be a difficult process, but taking that first step was huge for him.

  We ate, for the most part, in an awkward silence. I did let Kylie know Tristen and I went to college together and used to go surfing all the time. I blamed work on being the reason I didn’t surf anymore. Tristen was friendly but distant with Kylie. He was a good guy and wasn’t one to make someone feel uncomfortable if he could help it. The three of us parted ways with plans to meet up at the festival on Saturday. I figured it would help Tristen out if the date was going poorly, and if all was well, we could run into each other but part ways after a few minutes. My plan seemed to put Tristen at ease.

  The drive back to the hotel was quiet. We discussed meeting up with McKenna and Bailey for an afternoon at the zoo before her date with Tristen. I had no set plans so it worked for me.

  “Did I do something wrong? I thought it was a great idea setting Tristen up with McKenna. You said he needed to get back out there and she’s a sweetheart. I just left dinner feeling like I was in trouble or something.” She had already gotten ready for bed and was sliding under the covers. She liked to keep it fucking freezing in the room at night, so she was always under a thick comforter and cuddled close to me. I wasn’t used to the brisk temperature but having her in my arms felt nice.

  “You’re fine, Ky. Tristen has gone through stuff no one should ever have to go through. Sometimes little things bring up memories that he had done a good job at hiding. There’s no need to bring it up, just understand that he might have triggers that bring him back to a darker place. I don’t want to bring it up tomorrow with McKenna, though; it should be his place to talk to her if he chooses to. ‘K, babe?”

  “Of course. I understand. Thank you for letting me in a little. Sometimes I feel like such an outsider in your life. I am never one to pry for information, but the little bits that I do find out, I cherish. You can always come to me, Ryder. I won’t judge or think of you differently if you talk to me about your past. We all have them and they aren’t perfect.”

  I was not expecting that. What happened to being casual with no questions asked? I needed to reevaluate what Kylie and I were doing or I might be going down a road I wasn’t prepared to travel.

  “Sure thing. ‘Night.” I turned off the lights and lay in bed on my back. Kylie looked at me a moment since I always curled up behind her. After a moment, she turned back on her side and fell asleep, without me behind her.

  She needed to get used to that feeling again. It was the first step to easing her out of the comfortable place I had created with her.

  Payton

  Chloe had been my partner in crime over the last two weeks, trying to set me up on dates with friends of friends of coworkers and some such. I had come to the conclusion that she hadn’t met half of these guys from judging how awful they were on our ‘dates’. One was thirty-two and still living at home. Another worked at a morgue—which creeped me out—and the last guy I met had four different children under the age of three with four different women. I didn’t mind a man with a child, but that situation was not for me.

  My neighbor had somehow overheard Chloe and I talking about my dates while we were taking a walk around the neighborhood and offered himself up. He wasn’t unattractive and seemed decentl
y normal but it was very unexpected. He was maybe a few years older than me and had lived on my street for a few years. I caught numerous women doing the walk of shame from his house so he obviously had something going for him.

  We went out for coffee, but the amount of information he knew about me made me uneasy. I shook it off as just looking out for your neighbors but something wasn’t quite right. He noticed when I went out of town and knew I lived alone, which wasn’t all that hard to realize. He also knew I wrote children’s books and didn’t do many relationships. I wasn’t one who had men over at my place, so I figured that’s how he came up with that conclusion. He was sweet enough to walk me up to my door and gave me a sweet, lingering kiss on the cheek before heading over to his house.

  With all my dates, I let them know I’d call them, but of course that never happened. Being single suited me just fine and I had come to terms with the fact that Ryder and I were not right for each other.

  I made Chloe promise that the weekend would be date free and we planned on going to the zoo for some best friend time before dressing up and going dancing at night. I missed just hanging out with her, just the two of us.

  Pulling up to Chloe and Grayson’s place, I was excited to go to the San Diego Zoo. I hadn’t been since I was ten, with my adoptive parents, and loved seeing all the animals, especially the monkeys. Making my way up to her door, I felt like I was finally in a good place and was ready for the weekend to begin. A random, yet insanely attractive man opened Chloe’s door and I stood there in awe.

  His hair was tousled perfectly and he was built like a hockey player, broad shoulders, tall as hell, and a defined jaw line. I probably looked mute since I’m pretty sure he was introducing himself and I made no effort to move or talk.