“Yep, what were you thinking?”
I pulled some more at my buckle, flustered and embarrassed. I was not telling Kyle that he was all I ever thought about. I was obsessed. “I was thinking that you should get a jeep with normal belts, not these baby harnesses.”
Kyle burst out laughing, “Baby harnesses?” He leaned over and swiftly unbuckled me. “It’s an off road harness.”
I snorted. “Off road? It’s a pretty jeep, but why don’t you have a nice little car, something girl-friendly?”
Kyle leaned over and clasped my chin gently in his hand. “Truck, it’s a truck princess. Besides, you’re the only girl who rides in my baby.” His eyes twinkled, his dimple deepening as he grinned. His closeness thrilled me and I had to tell my body to calm down. He released my chin and hopped out, it was so much easier for those not vertically challenged. He walked over my door and opened it. “And please don’t call my truck pretty, you’ll hurt its feelings.”
I giggled, heat swelling inside at his close proximity, “Oh I’m sorry sir. It is the prettiest, manliest truck I’ve ever seen.” He groaned in feigned frustration. Kyle clamped his hands around my waist and pulled me out of the truck, setting me down on the sidewalk in one swift movement.
I held in the gasp was forcing its way up my throat. It did funny things to my insides when he did that. I should have been used to it by now; Kyle always helped me in and out of his truck, but every time was like the first for me. “Your sarcasm wounds me,” he joked, grabbing my hand. I looked twice at the casual gesture.
‘Be calm you idiot, this means nothing,’ I chanted to myself as I followed Kyle up the steps to the entrance of the library.
I couldn’t contain my excitement when we got inside. I loved this place. I loved that Kyle was the one who brought me.
Kyle
“Oh, I love this place,” Lee squealed the minute we walked through the door. She squeezed my hand tighter. Goddammit, I was jealous of the library now. I wanted to get that kind of reaction from her. It was a major blow to my ego when she reacted indifferent with me, but squealed with pleasure over checking out some books. I realized quickly that Lee loved books. She quietened in crowds, was absent for parties, but the girl loved to read.
I silently thanked baby Jesus that I asked her to check out the library that first time. I had to run into the office to sign some paperwork, one afternoon I was collecting her from her shift and had asked Lee if she wanted to check out the library down the street from the hotel, rather than sit wait around the hotel for an hour. She had been so excited, skipping down the street to the library. I had brought her half a dozen times since then and every time she was as excited as the first.
I pulled on her hand, bringing her closer to me. “Calm down geek, you’ll get your word food soon enough.”
She smiled up at me, her plush lips stretching to reveal those straight white teeth of hers.
God bless her, she was the poster girl for orthodontists worldwide. Her gray eyes sparkled as she beamed at me. My breath caught in my throat; she was stunning. “Well, let’s hurry. I need to be filled right now.”
My cock twitched the minute those words came out of her mouth. Lee, unaware of the suggestiveness of her words, let go of my hand and darted to the closest aisle, her ass swaying in those damn jeans, oblivious to my raging hard on.
“Kyle, are you coming?” she called after me. Damn.
“Yeah, I think I might.”
Chapter Fifteen
Lee
I had always dreaded Saturday mornings in Montgomery. After four months of living in Boulder, I could safely say I still did, for less painful, but far more embarrassing reasons.
We were in Deacon; Cam’s favorite department store. The very store she dragged me to on my first day off work every weekend. I hated shopping, but Cam coveted her customary Saturday splurges and always dragged me along with her.
The boys had come with us today but had gone off in the direction of the liquor store.
There was a party tonight at Dixon’s and Derek and Kyle had decided that the case of beer at home wasn’t enough and they were low on supplies, even though our refrigerator was crammed with beer. I partially guessed it was an excuse to evade Cam. I wished I had gone with them, but my arms were Cam’s shopping basket and were currently holding more bras and panties than I owned. I hoped the other shoppers didn’t think they were for me. I could never be as saucy as miss agent provocateur in front of me.
I held up a pair of the panties for closer inspection and blushed immediately. “Crotch-less panties? Really Cam?”