Raging Heart On_ Friends to Lovers Romance(67)

One stroke. Two.

“I miss you inside of me, White,” she whispers like a siren, calling to me. This woman could easily be my destruction. Her fingers push inside her tight channel and that’s it. I grab the fucking cup and stroke again. I’m done for. Which is a good thing because just as I start to unload, moans fill the room.

My eyes tear away from Kayla to the source. On the computer screen behind her is a woman naked, her legs spread similarly to Kayla’s—the view nowhere near as good. She’s moaning and licking around a giant purple… eggplant? I’ve not watched a lot of porn, and since I became old enough to discover the real thing, I rarely watch it. Nothing you see on the television could get close to the pleasure I can find inside a woman. Since I met Kayla, I haven’t even thought about it. So, I know what’s she going to do, because well, it’s porn. But, Kayla apparently is not as prepared.

“What’s she going to do with a zucchini?” Kayla asks.

“I thought that was an eggplant,” I say inanely as I try to get the damn cup closed. Very little made it into the cup. I actually seem to have splattered more on the desk and Kayla’s leg. Guess that explains why the keyboard is sticky.

“She can’t be. Oh, gross. That can’t be sanitary!” Kayla cries.

“Get dressed, honey, and let’s get out of here.”

“Is that other chick going to put an eggplant inside of her, too?” she cries, her eyes glued to the screen now. Sure enough, there’s a second woman now inserting what is apparently an eggplant in the first woman, right alongside the zucchini. Eggplants are purple. Interesting. They’re also much wider. “Oh, that’s gonna hurt,” Kayla says, and well, I have to agree with her. I reach over and click off the screen just as the woman starts crying like an abandoned calf. It was probably supposed to sound sexy, but my balls are slowly receding up inside of me. If I ever want to have sex again, that has got to go.

“I may never look at vegetables and fruits in the same way again,” Kayla mourns.

“Get dressed and I’ll take you home and fuck the memory out of your brain,” I say with a grin, hoping to God the image doesn’t come back and ruin my plans.

“You got messy,” she grumbles, looking at her leg. I reach down and grab those god-awful panties she had been wearing and dry her off, as well as wipe up the outside of the cup. “White! Those are my panties! What am I supposed to wear now?”

“Not these. In fact, never these. When we get home, I’m going to personally destroy every pair of these you own.”

“Oh, shut up. They’re not that bad. They’re perfectly respectable for public viewing.”

“Public viewing? Like a corpse at a funeral? See, Buttercup? You should never, ever describe panties like that. They’re gone.”

“God, you’re an ass. What am I supposed to wear out of here now?”

“Your skirt. Be nice to me and I’ll play with your pussy on the ride home. Easier access,” I tell her with a leer.

“You want me to go around in public—at a doctor’s office no less—without panties??”

“That about sums it up.” I take the panties and throw them in the trash. Before I completely let go of them, however, she yanks them out of my hand.

“Don’t throw them out here! Everyone will see them! I’ll just have to wear them. Maybe I can turn them inside out or something.”

I grab them back from her and stuff them in the pocket of my jeans. It’s not easy because damn, they really are granny panties.

“There’s no way these are going back on you.”

“White!”

“If you don’t hurry, I’m taking your bra away too.”

“You’re such an asshole!” she grumbles, getting dressed.

Maybe I need to start spanking her ass more…





CHAPTER 46


KAYLA





“What are you doing?”

“Dying,” I groan to White as he comes in the bedroom door. I’m sitting on the bed with my head near a vaporizer, hoping the mint somehow fulfills the magic promises that the box says and unstops my head, which now feels like it weighs a million pounds.

“Oh, you are not,” White chastises, taking the vaporizer and putting it in the floor. He gets on the bed and pulls me over so I can rest my head on his stomach. If I could breathe, it’d be great. I close my eyes and concentrate on the way his hands move through my hair. “Should I take you to the doctor?”

“I already went today. Sinus infection. He gave me some antibiotics and nose spray.”

“Did it help?”