Page 68 of Sweet Girl
“Thought you two were just friends.” He uses air quotes. “You left out the ‘with benefits’ part.”
Carver stares at our joined hands and then back up at me. I can’t quite tell what he’s thinking. Is he mad? I don’t see why he would be, this has nothing to do with him. And I don’t feel it necessary to have to explain myself to him, for that matter.
“We were friends, but it turned into more,” I say, acknowledging the truth about our relationship.
He nods his head appreciatively, his lips pursed as if thinking this over.
“So what, you’re like a couple now?”
He doesn’t state it in a condescending way, but it still pisses me off that the thing between me and Kylah is anyone else’s business. Can’t people just get their own lives and not worry about others so much?
“Yeah. What of it, bro? Why is it such a big deal to you?”
Carver’s head hangs low, his arms crossed over the back of the chair, as he taps his fingers against the wood. When he lifts his head again, he gives me a cursory glance before moving to Kylah, his expression morphing into tenderness.
“I just don’t want to see Ky-Ky get hurt.”
“Duly noted.”
Kylah, who’s been silent up ’til now, jumps in.
“Van would never hurt me.” She grips my hand tight, giving it a quick squeeze before releasing it. “I appreciate your concern, Carver, but I’ll be fine. He’s not like...othersI know.” It’s an attempt at humor, a little jab at the player in front of us. Carver seems to understand she’s poking fun at his man-whore status and laughs.
“Okay then.” Carver stands, pushing in the chair under the desk and then turning toward us once again. “I’m happy for you. Good luck with things. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to resume my role as a party favor to all the single ladies downstairs who want to start their New Year off with abang.” He snickers and waggles his eyebrows to show off his lewd intentions, then pats me on the shoulder as he leaves the room.
Kylah giggles, smooshing her face into my bicep, as I roll my eyes and watch Carver strut out the door. That man has such an inflated ego, but he’s been a good friend and great team captain.
“So you think Cade is going to make a reappearance tonight? Or can we assume Ainsley has things handled and we can proceed worry-free with the rest of our night together?”
I unwrap her from my hold and walk her back to the bed, where we sit next to each other. I take a good look around her room again and am reminded of the cello in the corner.
“You play the cello?”
“Yeah. I know, I’m a nerd.”
I grab underneath her knees with one hand and place another behind her back, and in one fell swoop, I lift her onto my lap, the sound of her little yelp filling the otherwise silent room.
“You’re not a nerd, Ky. The cello is a beautiful instrument. Graceful. Melodic. Gorgeous. Just like you.” My mouth finds hers, placing a swift kiss across her lips. “I want to hear you play.”
She tilts her head with curiosity, her eyes gleaming as they take in my sincerity.
“You do?” She asks with a hint of incredulity.
“Yes, of course.” I give her a bite on her earlobe, loving the gasp I procure. “And it would be even hotter if you played naked. Your thighs spread wide, your knees hugging the wood, as your hand wraps around the neck of the cello...”
I’m pretty sure she can feel my cock straining now against her ass. That image is never going to leave me – whether I do or don’t get to see her play it for real. Just the fantasy is enough to get me going when I jack off in the future.
There’s a sharp sting from the swat she gives me across my right pec. “You’re a naughty boy, Van. But I like it.” She bites down on her lip and gives me a coy smile. Damn this girl has no idea how naughty I want to get with her. She’s the perfect mix of sexy and sweet, and I love both sides of her.
In fact, I loveallof her.
I’m just about to capture her mouth when another rap comes at the door.Jesus, I mumble under my breath, because can’t anyone leave us alone? Kylah freezes for a second and then jumps off my lap. She runs to the door and cracks it open. Apparently satisfied that it isn’t Cade, she swings it wide to invite Kady inside. Instead, she waves a hand toward us both and remains outside the doorway.
“I just wanted you to know that Ainsley and Cade left. They went back to her apartment for the night, so you’re free to get to fucking each other like bunnies.”
“Oh my God, you’re so terrible,” Kylah says exasperated by her sister, but then gives her a hug. “But thank you for letting us know.”
It’s so weird to see them right next to each other. Although Kady has a unique look, while Kylah is classically beautiful, their features are identical, except for their eyes.
