The week went by like a turtle on ADHD medication. Killian called each night sounding tired and irritable, but he said he just wanted to hear my voice before he kicked it. Other than his nightly voice, the week basically sucked until Thursday when I met my crew at a local restaurant bar. Amanda and Lyle were there before me and somehow managed to get a booth in the back corner away from prying ears. I knew they were both capable of camping out in the parking lot until the place opened to get that booth. I also knew they wanted the inside scoop on Killian.
They sat across the table with me in the inquisition seat. We ordered our drinks. I acted normal, took my time looking at the menu, and basically played it cool.
“What the fuck, sis?” Lyle broke first.
I glanced up. “Huh?”
Amanda jerked the menu from my hands and slammed it down on the table. I started laughing.
“You are cruel.” Amanda had her best school marm bitch-face on.
“Yes, I am, but you guys don’t really expect me to give details do you?”
“Yes,” they practically shouted at the same time.
“He’s incredibly hot.” I waited a beat, seeing displeasure written on both faces. “All over.” I felt heat rise in my cheeks.
“Now we’re getting somewhere. Talk to a brother about size.” Lyle batted his eyes.
I choked on my drink. “No.” I coughed some more. “I will not.”
“He’s so hung,” Amanda said, stretching out the “so.”
“And how would you know?” I snapped back.
“Okay, so he’s not hung.”
“I hate you and yes…he’s…god, I don’t like that expression.”
Amanda looked at Lyle and they both turned my way together.
“You didn’t show him your straitlaced side did you?” Lyle asked.
God, they drove me crazy, but I loved them. “I’m staying at his place this weekend.”
“He’s hung.” Amanda gave a knowing smile.
“Stop saying that.” In exasperation, I changed the subject. “He said I could invite the two of you to the game on Sunday and he’d really like to take you out to dinner.”
They didn’t comment on my proposal or miss a beat.
“So tell us about the sex—is it good, is he kinky, did you learn anything?” Only Lyle would ask about kink.
“Compared to your kinky shenanigans, I doubt he’d compare.”
“She said shenanigans,” Lyle teased. “He’s got to be kinky. I’ve had these dreams.”
“No,” Amanda and I said at the same time.
“Okay, but you both secretly want to know.”
“Not about Killian.”
Amanda slapped Lyle on the shoulder. “You’re letting her get away without telling the good stuff, Lyle. You know fact is better than fantasy.” She turned to me. “So tell us the facts.”
They were never going to leave me alone, so I took a deep breath. “He has a thing about nudity.” There I said it.
“As in, he doesn’t like it?” Amanda’s eyes got huge.
“No, he likes it…a lot. The less clothing the better. Even in his kitchen.”
Amanda shook her head. “Wait a minute…you’re going along with this.”
Lyle nudged her. “You’re surprised?”
“With you or me, no. With Rebecca Cavanaugh, hell yes. I’ve only seen her completely naked once.”
“Do tell.” Lyle’s eyebrows went up and down in his best imitation of a perv leer.
“You’re gay,” Amanda said with barely controlled patience.
“The two of you never seem to mind when I talk about my fuck toys. You got the inside on Miss Priss’s body over here, I get to hear it.”
“No.” Now my voice was elevating. “You will both stop talking about my body. I’d like to enjoy dinner.”
Lyle looked at Amanda. “Okay, I see your point. She couldn’t possibly be living naked in Killian MacGregor’s fuck pad.”
I ground my teeth, but then noticed they were holding back laughter. “I hate you both.”
“Na, you love us.” Lyle flashed his famous smile, the one that got him some of the hottest “fuck toys” in the area. “Ropes, leather, chains?”
My forehead hit the table and I knocked it against the wood once more for added effect. I really did love them, I reminded myself. They stuck by me freshman year with Greg and then my sophomore year with Steve. My latest dry spell with no boyfriend was completely tolerable because I had them. They knew my secrets; my fantasy white-picket fence, babies, and happily ever after. They also knew as well as I did that this type of make believe rarely came true in today’s modern world.
I needed to give a little here. “He bought me makeup and hair products for his house.”
“Now that’s kinky.” Lyle rolled his eyes.
I finally gave them the PG-13 account of the weekend, telling them almost everything, just leaving out the more intimate details. I also kept the psychologist information quiet because I hadn’t read anything about it online. I trusted my friends, but there were some things I didn’t need to share.
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I woke up Friday morning with a smile on my face. I ran twenty miles, came home, and cleaned my apartment. I got my favorite polish out and painted my toenails bright purple. Every year on my birthday, Amanda paid for me to get a mani-pedi, and then on her birthday I paid for hers. Other than that, we were on our own.
I averaged two hundred dollars in tips on Wednesday nights and used the money for utilities and food. Anything extra went into the bar jar. Before I turned twenty-one, it was the dinner jar. That money also doubled as my savings, and I now had a little over two hundred dollars. My scholarship paid my tuition and gave me a stipend toward my apartment. A small student loan each year paid the rest. I took the bus or walked, and besides my weekly party night with Amanda and Lyle, I lived cheap. Once track season started, my travel expenses, including food, were covered. I would have about ten thousand dollars in debt when I graduated, but that was a drop in the bucket compared to most students.
What I lacked on my limited budget were dress clothes. Buying off the rack at cheap clothing outlets was difficult with my height. I scoured second-hand stores and every so often came up with a winner, but I suspected it wouldn’t be considered a prize in Killian’s world. He said he liked my short skirt, so I decided to wear it. I had a cranberry-colored blouse that I’d never worn; I had luckily found it on clearance one time when I shopped with Amanda. Normally, I would unfasten the shirt one button below my collarbone, but I decided to brave it and leave another undone. I took a long look at myself in the mirror. With trembling fingers, I unbuttoned the blouse, removed my bra, and refastened the buttons. My body type allowed me to leave off my bra, but I’d never been brave enough. I took a deep breath and continued my preparations.
There was no question about my hair. If I put it in my favorite ponytail style, Killian would have it lose five seconds after seeing me. He had a thing for hair and he liked it messy.
When five o’clock rolled around I started pacing, too nervous to sit still.
What if he changed his mind and didn’t show up?
The knock startled me and I smiled. Opening the door, he immediately moved me back and locked his mouth to mine. He smelled and tasted so far past good that I couldn’t concentrate as my arms circled behind his neck. He placed his hands on my ass and brought my needy sex firmly against his cock. Killian was very happy to see me.
He had me anticipating sex against my front door, so I moaned when he broke the kiss. His eyes traveled down my body. On the return perusal, he undid the highest closed button on my blouse and then the next.
His dimples displayed fully with his sexy grin. “I like.”
He twined my fingers with his and preceded me out the front door.
“Got your key?”
My hand went to my nearly naked chest.
“Leave it, baby. Do you have your key?”
“Yes, but I can’t go out like this.”
“I could unbutton one more and you could still go out like that. I’m starving, let’s go.”
He ushered me into his car before walking around and folding himself in. The engine started and we pulled away from the curb.
“Killian, please, I don’t feel comfortable.” Mortification caused tears in my eyes.
He pulled back over to the curb, turned my way, and gave me a solemn look. “You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. I don’t understand why you hide that gorgeous body.”
He leaned in and tipped my chin up. His eyes always conveyed that I was beautiful and he had such a way of making me feel like a sex goddess. To tip the scales in his favor, he took my lips in a tender, do-this-for-me kiss.
What else could I do?
Dinner with the star quarterback of the Phoenix Scorpions was not what I expected. Football fans requested autographs, asked questions about the coming season, and even took a few pictures. Killian handled it like everything else he did. He smiled, made the pictures something to remember, and talked the talk about his team. For the most part, once our dinner arrived, they left us alone. “Sorry about that. I should have warned you.” My teasing smile came through. “I’m sure it was hard for you the morning you took me and Lyle to breakfast and no one paid you any attention.” “The only things hard that morning were my burning calves and my cock. All I could think about was getting you home and tapping that sweet pussy.” I took a drink of water, looking around to see if anyone heard what he said. I was learning very quickly that teasing Killian had consequences. I’m not sure what came over me, but I decided to test my theory. I reached under the table and checked to see just how hard
We dropped our clothes in the laundry room and then took a long, warm shower. Soap led to caresses and caresses to more. I was beginning to think everything with Killian led to more. We were too tired to watch a movie, so we went straight to bed after I braided my hair to ensure the wet mass wouldn’t dry hairy scary. Killian patiently watched me and then as soon as we climbed into bed, he slowly removed the hair tie and unfurled my handiwork. “Argh, you must like the Medusa look on me.” “Hmm,” he said tiredly and pulled me in close. His musky, just-washed scent surrounded me as I closed my eyes and fell asleep. The alarm woke me up. “It’s Saturday,” I mumbled. “You don’t run on Saturdays?” I rolled over expecting him to next to me, but Killian was standing beside the bed dressed in sweats. I squinted with tired eyes and noticed the brush in his hand. “Sit up.” I tried to pull the sheet over my upper body, but he stopped me. I shouldn’t have bothered, but I chalked it up to sl
The entire day was glorious. We watched a movie after dinner and when the movie was over, we walked hand in hand to his bedroom. I’d lost count of how many times we’d had sex that day. My body ached in all the right places, and I was surprised when he settled me in close and turned off the light. “Tomorrow could be difficult for you,” he said into the darkness. His voice had that low, husky timbre that made me think of sex. “Difficult how?” His tone went serious, but stayed low. “I have a game-day routine and it’s pretty intense. I don’t talk a lot and I need you to hang with it.” “I could go home in the morning and go to the game later. I really don’t need to be here.” He pulled me in tighter. “I want you here.” “Okay. I’ll hang.” I snuggled in as close as I could, glad I wouldn’t be leaving tomorrow. With just a touch of light shining through the windows, I woke up to gentle suction on my nipple and Killian’s fingers delving between my thighs. “Is this part of your game-day
Thankfully, Malory waited. No one else was in the skybox. She threw her arms around me and I realized I so needed some form of human connection. She pulled away and we sat down so she didn’t need to crank her head back to speak with me. She wore a different team jersey, not quite as flashy as the one from the previous week, but she still looked gorgeous. “I can just imagine how you feel on your first game day with Killian,” she said enthusiastically. “How do you know I’m with him?” She laughed. “The entire team knows you’re with him. Don’t be a fool; this is the biggest gossip going at the moment.” Heat traveled over my cheeks, which only made her laugh harder. “So why would Killian having a woman with him be gossip? It’s more likely him not having a woman would add more to his rumor quota.” Her face took on a secretive look. “Don’t get me wrong…Killian dates lots of different women.” My stomach clenched, but she went on. “What he doesn’t do is hide them at his house and keep
Much like the first game, Killian only played until he made a touchdown early in the first quarter. There was no blown kiss this time, and his intensity for the game only seemed to increase. He stood with the head coach talking for the remainder of the first half. During halftime, I took a walk with my friends on the lower level where we eventually checked out one of the crowded pro-shops. Amanda and Malory talked me into a team jersey with number “twenty” and “MacGregor” on the back. I don’t know why I worried, but I couldn’t help thinking it might bother Killian. We made it back to our seats when the third quarter started. When the final whistle blew, I was past ready to see Killian. He drove the four of us to dinner, and I had no idea where that was going to be until we pulled up at Tillomans. “You okay with coming here?” I didn’t have a problem, though as far as my co-workers were concerned, my dating Killian would be out of the bag. I gave him a shy smile. “Yes, but I hope
“I like your friends,” Killian said into the quiet car after making sure Amanda managed to get out of the stadium parking lot. He squeezed my fingers slightly and then kissed the back of my hand, his lips hot against my skin. “I’m glad, and very sorry Amanda put you on the spot.” His gravelly chuckle made my thighs clench. “Wait until you meet my mother. She’ll know your shoe size within thirty minutes.” “I have big feet, so that’s kind of harsh.” “Your feet are perfect, but I agree with Amanda.” His grin went a little crooked. I rolled my eyes. “This can’t be good.” “No, I don’t think it is. You tend to think poorly of yourself. Mind telling me why?” Here it was…our first in-depth personal conversation. How I wished I’d asked the first question. I took a deep breath before speaking. “I was taller than anyone I knew by sixth grade. I grew so fast that my coordination didn’t catch up fully until around sixteen. I remember falling in the hallway once. My books went everywhere a
I wanted to believe him, to erase each insecurity. I wanted to be beautiful for Killian. His tongue made small circles against my back and then my side as he moved around my body. He was still on his knees and made it look graceful. “Put your hands on my shoulders and watch the mirror. Keep your eyes open; just watch.” His commanding tone held sensual promise. He lifted my left leg and moved it over his shoulder. I gripped his flesh hard then harder still when his tongue licked the flesh between my thighs. “I love the taste of you.” He did it again. “I enjoyed spending time with your friends, but god, I wanted to be here, doing this. It’s becoming impossible to keep my hands off you.” His fingers tightened slightly. “Watch the mirror.” My eyes drifted down so I had to jerk my head back up. One finger slid between the lips of my pussy, but I couldn’t see what he was doing. I felt it. I looked at my flushed face, staring into my own eyes. Killian loved my body. He didn’t see the aw
He dropped me at my apartment Monday morning and another slow week began. It was harder to leave him this time and he didn’t make it easier. We almost had sex in his car, in broad daylight. I went to work Wednesday night receiving sly glances from my co-workers. I actually didn’t think they expected me to come in. It hurt my pride a little that they would think I didn’t need a job just because I was dating Killian. Thursday night, I was back in my favorite hangout spot with Amanda and Lyle. I remained on the inquisition side while they double-teamed me again. “You’re flying to his game?” Lyle asked in a controlled voice. “Is there something wrong with flying to his game?” Amanda took over. “No, nothing wrong, but this is going pretty fast and we’re worried about you.” I wouldn’t tell them that I said those same words to Killian. “I’m a big girl now and I love you both, but my eyes are open.” Liar, liar pants on fire. They knew better, and just looked at me. “I’m changing the