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Date Me Logan Chance

© Copyright held by Logan Chance Published by The Brothers Chance 2016

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Table of Contents Title Page Copyright Page Date Me Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen

Dedication For K

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen

Chapter One “It isn’t a secret your dick needs some action.” “Fuck, Lexi, can you please not talk about my most treasured organ?” I asked as we sat in a side booth at the local diner. “It’s hardly an organ. But, that’s my point. It’ll shrivel up and fall off if you don’t use it,” she said, flipping her long brown hair over her shoulder. “I use it plenty.” I picked up my fork and spun it between my fingers before digging into my egg special. This conversation couldn’t be more wrong. “Oh, please. You haven’t been laid since Gretchen what’s her face, and that was over eight months ago.” “I don’t know what’s more disturbing here, the fact you remember that, or you’re my sister.” Lexi, my twin, the female version of me, only with a touch of snarky sass and a foul mouth to make a few sailors blush. “What are we talking about here?” Marley’s soft voice filled the booth and I cringed. My sisters were double teaming me, and I knew it. “Erik’s dick,” Lexi answered, through a mouthful of pancakes. “Ooh, let me get my magnifying glass, and I can join in.” Marley, the baby of the family, pushed on my shoulder, and I scooted over so she could slide in beside me.

“Enough.” My deep voice was firm. “I’m not having this discussion again with the both of you.” “Touchy. What’s wrong big brother?” Marley picked up the menu and gave me an innocent look. “Did the girl from the coffee shop not work out?” she teased. The problem with both my sisters was they liked to meddle. And their favorite life to intrude on? Mine. Lexi pointed her fork at me. “All I’m saying is, you would be a lot happier if you got your dick wet.” “Tell me again how Jared puts up with you?” I asked. “Oh, the relationship is still new, and I suck a mean cock. I grab it real good with both hands,” Lexi dropped her fork and wrapped her hands around an imaginary dick, giving a sly grin to Marley, “then, I swivel my head around and go to town.” She laughed as she picked up her fork and knife and sliced into her pancakes. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” I asked while they both laughed. “Nothing,” she said as a dribble of syrup oozed out of her mouth. “Calm down, Erik. We’re only trying to help,” Marley said as the waitress approached and took her order. “Yeah, what she said.” Lexi pointed her fork toward Marley and then continued to devour her stack of blueberry pancakes. “And what makes you both think I even need your help?” Lexi’s fork and knife fell from her fingers, clattering on her plate. Her head sprang up; mouth open with the remnants of chewed up pancakes. She grabbed her napkin and wiped her mouth while she finished off the food in her mouth. “Ok, shit just got real. You need us Erik. Have you forgotten what next month is?” Lexi asked.

Marley giggled beside me as my face heated. “I told you not to mention next month. I’m going to be doing some rock climbing in an undisclosed location.” “Oh please, no you aren’t. You’re going,” Marley said firmly, turning over her coffee cup for the waitress to fill. “Just like all of us are going. To show that bitch what she’s missing out on.” The waitresses’ eyes grew wide, but Marley waved her off with an apology. “Why would she even invite me anyways?” I asked, totally deflated once again. “You know exactly why. Our moms are best friends. Mom doesn’t realize she’s a life-sucking whore. And because Steffie wants to make everyone else just as miserable as her,” Lexi chimed in. “On her wedding day?” I popped a slice of bacon into my mouth as both Marley and Lexi laughed. “Of course on her wedding day. Bitches want everyone miserable on their wedding day,” Lexi said. I shook my head; the mysteries of women being revealed a bit more by my sister’s warped minds. “I don’t think most girls think like that.” “Ok, not most, but Steffie Jamison sure the fuck thinks like that.” Steffie, Stefany Jamison, my ex-girlfriend who I dated for five years and now the fiancée to a man she met while on an African safari a few months back. The point was, we broke up last year, and I was over her. But, when her wedding invitation came in the mail, I was once again devastated. Not because I wanted her back, but because she was happy without me. “You need a smokin’ hot date,” Marley said when her pancakes arrived.

I passed the syrup over after she nudged me with her knee. “Erik, you not only need a smokin’ hot girlfriend, but you need to move on. I like to see those blue eyes happy. Let me see the baby blues.” Lexi snapped her fingers in front of my face as I closed my eyes. Both my sisters liked to tease me about my hypnotic blue eyes or so they called them. I tried not to smile as their teasing continued. “Seriously, all I’m saying is you need to find someone. Why haven’t you?” Lexi persisted. “You’re a good-looking guy. Tall, lean, that slightly just fucked looking hair.” She winked at Marley. “And you’ve got those full lips just like me.” She made a kissy face and I glared at her. “And that’s why I called this meeting.” I knew it. My assessment was right; this was an ambush. “Meeting?” I asked. “We kind of have something to tell you,” Marley said in a voice which I knew meant she had already done something I would not be too happy about. “Tell me,” I demanded. “It’s nothing really,” Marley hedged. “Tell me, now.” Trying to get information from the two of them was like interrogating a national spy. Sometimes the thought of torturing them came to mind. “Weeellll,” Marley drew out the word. “Oh, for fucks’ sake, just tell him,” Lexi interrupted. “We made a profile for you on the new dating app, Cupid’s Happy Hearts.” My mouth grew dry and my face burned with irritation. “Are you fucking kidding me? I don’t want to be on some stupid Cupid’s Crappy Farts or whatnot. I’m going to kill you both.” Anger shot through me as I thought more and

more about the events of next month and my sisters’ meddling. Marley turned in the seat, and her green eyes locked with mine. “Listen, Erik, we did this out of love. We don’t want you to show up to Steffie’s wedding alone.” “Who cares. Steffie will be getting married not worrying about who my date is.” I shoved my plate away, too disgusted to eat. Disappointment washed over Marley’s face and I sighed. My baby sister was my weakness. “How many messages?” “That’s the spirit,” Lexi said. “Well, you’ve received a few arrows and winks. And about seventeen messages.” I sat back against the red vinyl booth, crossing my arms, as I listened to Lexi explain each message in detail. “There’s one girl we like a lot. Lexi tell him about the one girl,” Marley exclaimed. “Go ahead, Lexi, tell me about the one girl.” I stayed in my position praying the vinyl would suck me away, and I could return home. “Her name is Violet, and she’s a saucy real estate agent.” I raised a brow and she held up her hands in mock surrender. “Her words not mine. Anyways, she’s twenty-eight, and she seems like a good match with you.” Lexi pushed her plate to the center of the table and crossed her legs in the booth. She leaned over with both elbows on the table and widened her eyes, waiting for my response. “Oh, really. Why’s that?” I asked. “Well, she likes airplanes.” Lexi placed her feet back on the floor, her nervous energy getting the best of her. “Did she say that? Did she say she liked planes?” Lies, I could see right through Lexi. “Not in so many words,” Marley interjected, placing her hand on my arm, “but she recently went on a trip on

a plane.” I dropped my head, staring into my lap, and shook my head. “You two are really reaching here. Fine, how about you give me the login info, and I’ll check it out.” These two were relentless, and they would never give up unless I gave them something. They both squealed with delight, and I felt I had just signed my own death sentence. But, the truth was, I did need a date for Steffie’s wedding. As much as I wanted to ignore the fact, her wedding was coming, and I would not be the only dateless mother fucker there. No, I’d have a date, and I’d flaunt that bitch right under Steffie’s fake nose. After the ambush at the diner, I returned to work with the login info to the crappy cupid site stuffed in my back pocket. “How was breakfast?” Connor asked as I walked into the hangar and grabbed the pre-flight checklist clipboard. “Breakfast with the sisters. What do you think?” “That’s shitty. What did they want this time?” he asked, following me over to the Gulfstream. The sleek private jet was fueled and ready to take its owners to the Caribbean Islands. The owners traveled to the islands a few times a week, and Connor and I made sure they got there. As captain of the Gulfstream, and Connor as my copilot, we usually spent many nights sleeping away from our homes. “Get this, they put me up on some dating phone app.” We climbed the stairs to the jet and entered. The flight attendant was there making sure the cabin was in pristine condition. We waved to her, headed into the cockpit, and shut the door.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Which one?” Connor ran a hand through his short, auburn hair and laughed. “Cupid’s Crappy Shits And Giggles. I can’t remember the name.” “I think I’ve heard of that one.” Connor laughed. “Anyone hot on it?” “I haven’t even looked yet,” I said. “So, what’s the big deal? Find some pussy on the site and move on.” I shook my head before placing the headset on my head. A rap on the door had me biting back my words. I didn’t need to find pussy on a dating app to move on. If I wanted pussy, I could get it. “Hi, boys. The guests will be here shortly. Did either of you need anything?” Selene, our flight attendant, asked. “No, thanks. I’m all set,” Connor answered. “What about you, Captain,” she slowed the word captain, dropping her voice an octave or two. “I’m fine, Selene.” Selene was relentless in her pursuit of me. “Thank you.” Never fuck a flight attendant. That was my number one rule all through flight school. Especially on this gig. I loved this job. She smoothed the side of her dark bun and turned on her heel, closing the door behind her. “Man, fuck. She wants your cock,” Connor said, going over his pre-flight checklist. “Take her to the wedding.” “Nah, I don’t want that. I’m not looking for anything serious.” “Steffie really did a number on you, huh?” I stared at all the knobs and gauges in front of me. “Yeah, and I’ll never make that mistake again.” And I wouldn’t. I would never fall in love. My mind was already made up.

Chapter Two Once we landed on the island of St. Thomas, I made my way lazily to the penthouse suite I always stayed in when flying Mr. Bartlett and his family around. I retrieved my phone from my pocket and glanced at the screen. Marley had sent a few text messages apologizing for Lexi, while Lexi sent a few apologizing for not yelling at me sooner. Emptying the contents of my pockets, I gazed at the crumpled napkin from the diner with the login info scribbled onto it. Did I really want to do this? Guess it couldn’t hurt to at least check it out. I grabbed my phone, plugged in the info, and took a deep breath. Oh, fuck. I’m going to kill them. My profile was nothing but idiocracy devised by my sister’s lack of creativity. Profession: A kickass pilot. Hobbies: Kicking ass. Favorite Quote: “Kicking ass and taking names.” Did these girls not put any thought into my profile at all? A notification pinged before I could read any further. A message in the app appeared from Violet, the saucy real estate agent. I squinted my eyes, bringing the phone closer to try and make out her picture. It appeared it had been taken in the Stone Ages, and I wasn’t too sure this was even the right decade for her hairstyle. I read the message: Hey sexy,

Care to meet up? Send me a message for a time and place. Xoxo, Violet Violet wasn’t the only one who had messaged me. My gaze drifted down to the next message: Hi, Kickass pilot sounds interesting. Answer back and let’s get the kickass party started. Helen Message after message, all reading the same in varying forms—they wanted to meet. I couldn’t find anyone interesting to even reply to. Finally, I stopped on one message which piqued my interest: Hey, I’m a normal girl looking for a normal man to get to know. I’m a lot of fun, just ask my best friend. She decided I had to share my fun on here. I sent you a few arrows because that shit is fun. Ah. It appeared this girl had been played on the site by someone meddling just like me. I glanced at her profile. Belinda. A picture of a golden retriever with soulful eyes stared back me. I smiled and decided to write back. Great picture. Now, is that a recent photo? I wouldn’t want to be duped into thinking you’re someone you’re not. Thanks for the arrows. They’ll be used to hunt and shit. I tossed my phone on the bed and moved to the en suite bathroom. A shower was needed and as I thumbed off the rest of my clothes, I turned the water all the way to hot. The steaming water helped relax my shoulders as I clung onto any ounce of dignity I had left. A dating site? Really, Erik? What was I thinking?

I grabbed the bar of soap and scrubbed over my tired muscles. I wanted to forget about Steffie’s wedding and everything it would bring. My mother was excited, and along with my sisters, couldn’t wait to attend. I, on the other hand, was dreading every minute of it. Why did I have to be invited, anyways? Sure, our moms were friends, but our breakup was harsh. Mom didn’t realize that, though. Only my sisters knew. It was a shitor-get-off-the-pot kind of ordeal. Steffie wanted to get married; I wanted to keep dating. Why the rush? I was committed to her, so why did I need to put a ring on it? Her father urged me every day to pop the question. The more he prodded, the further it pushed me away from the idea. I loved her, but I wouldn’t be forced into my nuptials. So, according to Steffie, I was a commitment phobe, she was wasting her time with me, and she moved on. I worked the shampoo into my short dark hair and rinsed. Once I stepped out of the shower, I grabbed a towel hanging on the rack and moved closer to the mirror. Gripping the edge of the hard marble with both hands, I gazed into my foggy reflection. What the fuck was I thinking? I swiped my hand along the glass and stared into my eyes. For my mother’s sake, I would be the bigger person and show up to her wedding and then push it all into the past right where she belonged. When I left the bathroom, I wrapped the white towel tighter around my waist and glanced at the clock. It was still early, so I grabbed the hotel phone and called for room service. After the food was ordered, I picked up my cell phone. A new message from the site appeared. Belinda. Hunting is kickass.

Hey, the picture is about 2 months old, and let me tell you how much I’ve grown. Hope that won’t be a problem. But, I’m sure you’ll love leashing me up and taking me for a walk. What about you? Are you really that sexy? Leashing her up, that got my attention. I cracked a smile when I read the word sexy and already had the reply button hit and typing her reply. Leashes are kickass. Sexy? That’s like asking if the Miami Heat are kickass. What do you do for fun besides chewing your owner’s shoes and barking at the mailman? I smiled and flipped on the TV as I waited for Belinda to respond. The last of the Miami Heat basketball game was on, and I threw on my black gym shorts. Making myself comfortable on the bed, I swiped my phone off the pillow next to me and watched Bosh sink another shot. Another message sat pending in my inbox on the Cupid site, and my heart pumped with excitement. You’re right the Heat are kickass. For fun, I enjoy making baked goods, but I enjoy eating them even more. I also love to dance. What about you? Hot shot pilot, huh? Commercial or private? I only barked at the mailman once when he dropped the box to my Kindle I ordered. He deserved it. I smiled and wondered what she looked like. Many ideas sprang to mind, but, for now, I was having fun. Dancing and eating is a great combo, especially when done simultaneously. I fly a private jet for a family. I’m in the Caribbean right now, as a matter of fact. I guess for fun I enjoy flying, watching basketball, and barking at the mailman.

What color hair do you have? I see in the photo on your profile you have yellow. Is that your natural hair color? I shouted as the Cavaliers scored another free throw. Fuckers. My hand kept reaching for my phone as I kept checking every two seconds for a response from Belinda. A knock at the door had me springing from the bed, and as I answered I heard my phone ping with the sounds I’d been waiting for. Handing the man a few bills for a tip, I took the silver domed platter from him and set it on the table before checking my phone. Disappointment surged when I saw it wasn’t from Belinda, but from Lexi trying to get more information on my dating agenda. I sat down, opened the dish, and topped my burger. It was mouth-watering as I sank my teeth into the buttery toasted bun. The toppings mingled with the char-grilled meat to create perfection in my mouth. My phone pinged and my chewing stopped. Setting the burger down, I raced over to grab it. Private jet? You’re right. That is kickass. No, yellow is not my natural hair color. Again, the photo was taken months ago during a bad wannabe Taylor Swift era. It didn’t work out. I have brown hair and blue eyes. For work, since I know what you do, I run a kickass bakery with my best friend. I’m sure you’re wondering what makes it kickass. Well, my friend, maybe one day I will let you try my cookies. When do you return to Florida? I smiled and dropped the phone to continue with my burger. When I was halfway done, my phone rang. “Yo, let’s go out,” Connor said. “Give me an hour.” I hung up, not needing any more details. This was a bit of a routine of ours. We’d come to this island and hit the local bar scene while we were

here. Same thing, over and over, and I would once again be left to diss Selene’s advances while Connor tried his hardest to get into her panties. I glanced at the phone in my hand and decided to leave Belinda one more message before I left. Brunettes are kickass. Taylor Swift isn’t all she’s cracked up to be, and I’m glad you’ve outgrown that stage. I can’t wait to eat your cookie. I love cookies. I return to Florida in two days. What do you want to do when I get back in town? Want to meet up? I took a deep breath before hitting send. What if she didn’t want to meet up? What if she was like her picture showed—a complete dog. But, something about her seemed fun. I enjoyed talking to her and wanted to at least give it a shot. Hey, if it didn’t work out, maybe I would at least score a free cookie.

Chapter Three Flying back to Florida, I tried to remain calm. I messaged with Belinda almost the entire time while on the island of St. Thomas, and our conversations turned from fun and flirty to personal real quick. I enjoyed getting to know her. For the first time in a long time, I was excited. Somewhere along the way, I lost myself in the hustle and bustle of flying. My life had become sedentary, and I didn’t date. Maybe Lexi and Marley were right. I did need someone. When I stepped into my high-rise apartment, I tossed my keys onto the glass table by the front door. Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I glanced down and smiled when I saw another message from Belinda. Don’t you just hate when you lock your keys in your car? I’m stuck waiting on my friend and wondering if it could get any hotter today. Hope you’re having a good day, and welcome back to Florida. If I don’t melt, I think we should meet up on Friday. I grinned as I read the message again. Friday was doable. It was really fucking doable. I typed my reply. Friday sounds great. Let’s meet at the Clevelander. Around seven? The leash is optional. I smiled, pressed send, and went into my bedroom to get ready for another night out with Connor.

*** “So, you need a date for Steffie’s wedding? Why don’t you just look around? Plenty of hot girls here.” Connor laughed as he glanced around Club Ariana. Even over the music, his words rang loud and clear—I was stressing too much about this wedding. “I met someone on that dating site,” I said, leaning in to be heard over the music. “Oh yeah? What’s she look like? Big tits?” I took a long pull of my Heineken as I stared at Connor holding his hands to his chest to mimic a nice set of boobs. “I haven’t actually met her yet, but I will on Friday.” He drew his brows together. “You’ve seen her photo though, right? Come on give me the deets.” “No, I haven’t seen her photo either.” Connor perched his elbow on the wood table, leaning closer before hitting me over the head with his left hand. “Are you a fucking moron? What if this girl is a complete hag?” I sipped my beer through my grin and set the bottle back down. “I don’t know man. She seems cool.” “You pussy lacking mother fucker. That’s your problem right there, you need to stick your dick into something, and quick. Check it out.” He pointed to a blonde seated at the bar, and my eyes locked with hers from across the room. She was stunning in a short red dress held up by two thin straps. My heart hammered in my chest. Connor waved his hand in front of my face as I smiled to her. “Go talk to her.” Forcing my eyes away from her, I shook my head as I held tight to my bottle of Heineken. Connor set his beer

down and stepped away from the table. He grinned. “Wish me luck.” I laughed and raised my beer to my lips. He made his way over to her, and I laughed even harder as she shook her head and he walked back. “She’s cold. Don’t even bother.” I was even more intrigued. She stood from her seat, and I couldn’t look away as her sweet, round ass swayed off to the dance floor. Her shapely hips rocked as she closed her eyes and let the rhythm overtake her. She was a sight to see—both arms above her head, her dress inching up her long pale legs a bit. Her tits bounced slightly as she danced. Nice. They were real. A few men stared along with me, mesmerized, as she continued moving. “Dude, give up. She’s uppity.” Connor tried to get my attention but my eyes remained glued to her. After a few minutes of watching her, I resumed chatting to Connor about the previous Heat game. “I’ll be right back. Need to drain the main vein,” I said as I stood. Connor shook his head. “If that’s your main vein than I feel sorry for the rest of you.” I laughed. “I’ll be right back.” I headed away from the table and skirted past the dance floor in search of the restrooms. When I turned the corner, I ran smack into someone. “Shit, I’m sorry.” My eyes widened when I saw the blonde from the dance floor. “Watch where you’re going,” she snapped. “Let me buy you a drink and make it up to you,” I said, nodding toward the bar. Her blue eyes were striking, and I smiled as she tugged on the bottom of her dress to reposition it.

“No, I’m ok. I’ll see you around.” “Are you sure? Come on, let me at least buy you a drink.” “No, I’m fine. I need to get going,” she said, taking two steps away. “Can I at least get your name?” She stopped and glanced over her shoulder and her sweet, pink lips curved upwards. “Kayla.” As I headed home that night, I thought about Kayla for a second too long. She was unlike anyone I’d ever seen before. Her cute button nose, sparkly light-blue eyes, and her curvaceous body kept my mind occupied as I drove my truck. When I stepped through my front door my phone lit up with a message from Belinda, and I clicked it open. Clevelander works for me. I’ll be in a green dress and sitting at the bar. Hope your day has been better than mine. Maybe you can send a few arrows my way, just for fun. I opened the app and clicked on the arrow button and sent her a few. She was right, it was fun. The cartoon display of Cupid pulled back his bow and shot the arrows. They would land right on the person’s profile pic, in turn hitting them. I clicked a few more, just for good measure, and then wrote her back. I’m sorry you had a shitty day. Hope you got everything taken care of with the car. Want to talk about it? Or in this case, type? I flipped on the TV and changed my clothes. Sinking onto the soft leather of my sofa, I waited for the ping from my phone. Maybe she didn’t want to discuss her bad night with me, but I hoped she would. Just when I started to doze off, my phone pinged beside me.

It’s ok. I’m much better now. Ever have a day where your whole life is thrown into perspective? You think you’re heading down one path, but life throws a curveball and turns you in another direction. What got you into flying? I knew exactly where she was coming from. My life was set on a certain course, until Steffie crushed my heart. Even now, I couldn’t pick up the pieces to better myself. I got up and grabbed a beer from the fridge, cracking it open. As I sank back down onto the couch, I opened the Cupid app to write her back. Yes, I know the feeling all too well. Sometimes things happen for a reason, or so I’ve been told. I’m still undecided about it all, though. I was in the military, and, well, planes are kickass. After I left the Navy, I got this job and haven’t ever thought about doing anything else. I love flying. It’s freeing in a way. Imagine you’re driving in your car, and the roads are empty. You just drive. Now, multiply that by ten thousand. That’s how flying feels to me. I hit send and closed my eyes imagining how bad her day was. The phone pinged another message. I like that. All of it. Sometimes I think my life isn’t destined for much. Don’t get me wrong, I love baking, but I hoped for more. Are you happy? I know that’s a loaded question, but are you happy? I thought long and hard about her question and didn’t know how to answer. Almost fifteen minutes went by before I hit the reply button. No.

I shut my phone off and headed into my bedroom to get some sleep. Tomorrow. I’d meet her tomorrow.

Chapter Four Belinda never answered back after my reply, and in only a few hours I’d meet her. A few drops of hair gel and a black button down shirt, and I was almost ready to head to the Clevelander. Right before I walked out the door, my phone rang. I glanced at the caller id. “Hey, Lexi,” I said, pocketing my wallet. “Good luck on your date tonight. Don’t be an asswipe.” “Thanks, I’ll try my hardest,” I said, rolling my eyes. Always like Lexi to throw in a backhanded comment. “Remember, you have three weeks until this wedding. Get ‘er done.” “Classy, Lexi. Thanks.” I hung up with her in mid sentence about the importance of wrapping a condom around my dick if the night escalated. When I arrived at the Clevelander, my eyes bounced around the packed restaurant noticing how every woman decided to wear some type of green dress tonight. This was going to be harder than I thought. I weaved in and out of people trying to make my way to the bar. A brunette, wearing a shimmery green dress, sat alone. When she turned to face me, her sapphire blue eyes sparkled. I moved closer, unsure. “Belinda?” She ran her fingertip around the rim of her glass, tilted her head and smiled. “Yes. Erik?”

I stuck out my hand, enclosing her tiny hand in mine. “Nice to finally meet you. Want to get a table?” She nodded and slid from the bar stool. I followed closely behind her and we found a table not too far from the bar. “This place is nice,” she said, taking a seat. “It is.” Her eyes held mine and I raked my eyes over her face. She was cute. In a wholesome, girl next door kind of way. I sat down across from her. “How long have you been in Florida?” I asked. “All of my life.” She brought her pink drink to her lips and took a sip. “I love it here. What about you?” Her blue eyes sparkled in the soft light of the club. “Same. I left while I was in the military, but I love it here.” “Oh me too.” She leaned forward, resting her arms on the table. “I mean, beach, sun, and a lot of shopping. What more could you want?” I laughed. “Well, I’ll agree on the first two.” The cocktail server stopped at our table, and I grabbed a beer. “Not a big shopper, huh?” I shook my head. “Not really. Is any man?” She laughed and it was a sweet tinkling sound. “If it makes you feel any better, I’m not one of those fashionista girls.” I raised my hand to my chest. “Thank God. I was about to get up and walk right out the door.” She grinned and swatted at my arm. “Oh please, you wouldn’t do that to me.” “We both hate shopping, so we’ll be the worst dressed people when we hang out.”

“I’m happy in my sweats any day of the week,” she said, smiling. “Why didn’t you wear them tonight?” She was fun. I was having a great time as I took a long pull from my beer. “I think you’d walk right out the door if I did.” “Well, who’s to say I still won’t?” I grinned, letting her know I was only kidding. “Who’s to say I won’t walk out the door first.” She laughed as she eyed the front entrance. “Touche.” I set my beer on the wooden table. “What do you feel like doing? Want to dance?” She sat for a moment, chewing on the corner of her bottom lip, contemplating. “Actually, there’s a great diner around the corner, and I’m starving. I could go for a nice, juicy burger right about now.” “I’m in. Just let me grab the check,” I said, standing from the table. We spent the remainder of the night laughing over everything and nothing. It was easy. At the end of the night, when we stood next to each other in the glow of the moonlight, a problem arose. I had no urge to kiss her. None. No stirring in my chest to make my move. It was odd. But, I wanted to see her again. Later, when I was home, she messaged. I had a lot of fun tonight. I have tickets to the Heat game tomorrow night. Want to go? I think your blue eyes are dazzling. Hell yes to tickets. I answered her back and we made plans to meet up for the game. ***

The next evening, I waited for Belinda in front of the American Airlines Arena for the game. She was spending the day shopping with her best friend and declined my offer to pick her up. Once she arrived, we traveled up the steps to the complex. “Nice jersey,” I said. “Thanks, we were shopping at Bayside so I had to have it. I like yours, too.” She smiled and grabbed my hand and showed off the tickets to the front door guy. We found our seats and chatted about our days while we waited for the game to start. She was easy to talk to, just like in our messages. During the game, she was a riot. Almost reminding me of the way Lexi acts when she comes to these games. “Fucking asshole,” she yelled at the referee. She sat back down as I laughed along with her. The Celtics were kicking our ass, and after a whole lot of shouting from everyone in the stands, our team lost. “Damn, they didn’t even score a hundred points,” she said, walking toward the exit. “I know, no fucking hot dog for us.” She turned around, laughing. “I know. That’s the best part about coming to these damn games. The free hot dog if they score a hundred points.” “I’ll talk to Spoelstra about it,” I said, placing my hand on her back and guiding her through the disappointed crowd leaving. She smiled. “Yeah, you do that.” We pushed our way out of the glass doors and into the windy evening. “What now?” I asked. “Well, I have to be up in the morning. Cupcakes aren’t going to bake themselves.” “Oh right, Betty Crocker needs her beauty rest. Let’s get you home.”

I wrapped my arm around her as we walked to my truck parked in a nearby lot. “Did you have fun shopping today?” “Oh did I ever,” she said, sarcasm heavy in her response. “What did you buy? Anything cool?” “Panties,” she deadpanned. I dropped my arm from around her shoulders. Hearing the word panties in her voice felt strange. Why? She was a great girl. I liked her, and I should want to see the panties she bought. Ask what kind. Imagine what she looked like in them. Wonder if her pussy was bare. None of those things were happening, so I laughed it off. “Oh ok.” She winked. “If you’re good, maybe I’ll let you see them.” I nodded. Swallowing, I opened the door for her and she hopped into my truck. Next destination: Belinda’s home to see her panties. *** We were both silent as she led me up the driveway to her cute, cottage style home. “Home sweet home,” she said, opening the front door. I stepped through the wooden door and was shocked by what I saw. Fuuuuck. “Belinda,” a blonde, wrapped in a white towel, screamed. Her body was soaked, water dripping down into places the towel barely covered. “Oh shit, sorry.” Belinda tried to push me out the door, but my eyes were fucking glued to the blonde. Something about her looked familiar.

She ran down the hallway as Belinda laughed. “I’m so sorry. That was my best friend, Kayla.” As soon as she said the name, the night of the club with Connor came rushing back into my memory. It was her. Kayla. Panties were back on my mind. But, not Belinda’s. Kayla’s. Belinda led me to the couch where I sank down. “Want a drink?” she asked. I was in a state of shock, mostly. I couldn’t believe Kayla was her best friend. “Uh, sure.” She headed into the kitchen, rumbling through cupboards. “Water or water?” “Um, that’s a tough one. How about water.” I answered. “So, that was your best friend?” “Yeah. We run the bakery together. And live together. Again, sorry about that.” “No, I am,” Kayla said, walking into the living room. To my disappointment, she was fully dressed in black yoga pants and a pink cami. And no bra. She stopped in the middle of the room and I could see the outline of her nipples through the tight shirt. “It’s ok, I had my eyes closed the whole time,” I said. Belinda laughed returning from the kitchen as Kayla sneered, not finding my joke funny. “What are you two doing here?” Kayla asked. “Game was over. So, we came here,” Belinda replied, handing me a glass of water. “But, why is he here?” Kayla asked, turning her nose up at me. “I was actually just leaving,” I said, getting up from the couch. The situation was tense, and I knew when I wasn’t wanted.

Belinda shot her a look of disbelief and followed me to the door. “No, you don’t have to go. What about the things you wanted to see?” Fuck, the panties. I shook my head as we stepped onto the front porch of her house. “Maybe another night.” She shut the door, stepping closer. The moment grew thick with something I couldn’t quite identify. It bordered on awkward. I urged my body to feel something more. She fidgeted, shifting her weight, looking down and then up at me. Thinking maybe a kiss could ignite the spark between us, I leaned in. I plunged my hands into her dark tresses and brought her lips closer to mine. “Belinda,” I whispered across her soft skin. Closing my eyes, I went for it. Our lips collided together and her hands gripped onto the material of my jersey. Her mouth was sweet. The kiss was sweet. Something was off, and it concerned me. My eyes opened briefly, and movement in the window caught my attention. Kayla peered out the window, watching us. I broke the kiss, stepping back. I’d had enough for one night. When I got home, my phone lit with a message from the Cupid site. I love the way your blue eyes sparkle. Cheesy I know. But, it’s still the truth. Did you enjoy kissing me? I reread Belinda’s message about the kiss. I did enjoy it. Kind of like you enjoy cold pizza, it’s good but not as great as fresh out of the oven pizza. I didn’t feel a rush in

my veins. That consuming hunger. An overpowering urge to make the kiss deeper and deeper because your body is on fire with need. Maybe it was because I saw Kayla watching. Something shifted inside of me when I saw her standing there. Whatever it was, I liked Belinda enough to give it another shot. I tapped out my reply. I love cheesy. I think your dark, blue eyes are pretty, too. Yes, I enjoyed kissing you, although I may need another shot again just to be sure. You game? I put the phone down, not expecting an answer tonight since she needed to be up early to make cupcakes. I grabbed my remote and flipped on the news. My phone pinged a few minutes later. Maybe. I’m so sorry about my friend, Kayla. I hope it wasn’t too weird for you. Hope you didn’t get too much of a show. I laughed and then my mind remembered how the towel clung to Kayla’s curves. Water droplets froze in time as they skated down her chest. I shook my head and typed out my response. No, I wasn’t paying much attention. Tell me about your friendship. She answered back almost immediately. She’s great. We’ve been friends forever. She loves to shop and dance. She hasn’t had the best of luck with men. What about you? Tell me about your sisters. I rolled my eyes thinking about Lexi and Marley. Marley is my younger sister. She’s leaving for school soon to become a doctor. Lexi is my twin and who knows? She’s dating a jerk named Jared. I don’t think it will last. I

would move heaven and earth for the two of them if anyone ever hurt them. Why does Kayla have bad luck with men? What about you? Was it wrong of me to ask about Kayla? Probably. But, I couldn’t stop myself from wondering about her. Did she have someone now? I didn’t want to pry, but Belinda was offering up information. Either way, it was fucked up. Belinda answered before I could let my thoughts venture further about Kayla. Your sisters sound amazing. I hope to meet them one day. As for Kayla, she just broke up with her boyfriend, and he was an ass. As for me, well, I’ll let you know. I smiled, for two reasons. One, Kayla was now single. Two, Belinda’s response about letting me know. I was one fucked up dude. We spent the rest of the evening laughing over movies and telling funny high school stories. She told me about her date for prom leaving her at the hotel when she wouldn’t put out, and it made me like her more. Made me know she had morals. She was a good girl and I liked that. She made me smile. Now if we could just get that kiss figured out.

Chapter Five After a week of messaging with Belinda and getting to know her. I woke up Saturday craving cupcakes and decided to drop in on Belinda. Checking the GPS on my phone, I found the coordinates for the Bakery On The Beach and hopped in my truck. When I pulled up to the address listed, I took in the pink awning and green sign on the door. It was quaint. The smell of fresh baked goods wafted into the street as I approached the glass door with a large pink cupcake emblem etched in the glass. I pulled the handle and listened to the bell chime. Everything inside screamed cute. The dinette tables with pink padded chairs. The potted trees with twinkling lights. The mural of the beach on the back wall with a large chalkboard in the center. All the specialties were handwritten in pink chalk. I crossed to the counter and leaned down to peer at the nice array of cookies, cupcakes, and tiny glass jars filled with cheesecake. Fucking yum. My eyes were lusting after the chocolate cookies when the back door swung open. “How can I help…” I glanced up. Standing before me was Kayla. She was even more stunning than before. Her wavy, light blonde hair was in a loose bun on top of her head, powder dusted her apron, and she wore no makeup except for a dab of flour on her cheek. She placed the tray of muffins she was holding on the counter. “What are you doing here?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “Looking for some cookies. Is Belinda working?” “Oh, right. Sure, let me get her.” She hesitated briefly before she navigated through the swinging door she had come out of. When she returned, Belinda followed closely behind her. I was intrigued by Kayla, but when I saw Belinda, my eyes lit up. “Oh, Erik, hello,” she said, bewildered. “I wanted to come by to sample your cookies,” I told her as she moved from behind the counter to stand before me. She laughed and motioned her hand toward Kayla, “Well, Kayla was the cookie baker this morning, so it’s her cookies you’ll be sampling today.” Was it possible to choke with nothing in your mouth? Because it felt like I did. I wanted Kayla’s cookies. An image of her in that small white towel, water trickling between her breasts, sliding down her legs, invaded my mind. Kayla gave me a small smile. “I’ll leave you two alone.” She picked up an empty tray and nudged the swinging door with her shoulder. “Sure, nice seeing you again,” I said, feeling slightly disappointed she was leaving. Just before she disappeared, she gave a quick glance over her shoulder and caught my eye. “I’m actually glad you’re here,” Belinda said, pulling my attention to her. She looked adorable in her short pink apron and long hair pulled back in a ponytail. She led me to a small table off to the right and took a seat. The place wasn’t busy for a Saturday morning, and I smiled at her as I eased down onto the doll house looking chair. “I think your best friend hates me.”

She gave me a faint smile. “No, she’s just quiet sometimes.” Sure. And she hates me. I studied her, raking my teeth over my lower lip. “So, you’re glad I’m here, huh?” “Well, tonight I’m making eclairs.” She hesitated before continuing, “You could help. Why don’t you stop by here around eleven?” I knew nothing about making eclairs, but only if I didn’t have to wear a pink apron, I could wing it. “Ok, sounds fun. I’ll see you then,” I said, smiling. Tonight, I would gain a new appreciation for baking. After talking to Belinda for a few minutes, I left the bakery with two jars of cheesecake and a pep in my step, excited to see her again. Messaging her was becoming my new favorite pastime. As I rounded the corner of the shop, Kayla was taking out the trash and stopped when she saw me. I braced myself for more of her “quiet.” Aka hate. “Be good to her,” she surprised me by saying. I slid one hand in my jean pocket. “I plan on it.” “Good. She needs a good guy.” She leaned her petite body against the back wall and smiled. “She needs you.” I chuckled. “How do you know I’m so great?” “I can tell,” she said, pushing off the wall and grabbing the garbage bag with both hands. “I’ll see you around.” “Here, let me.” I grabbed the bag from her and hurled it into the dumpster. “See, that’s what I mean.” Her blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight, and I had a hard time turning my head away. But I did, because tonight I was making eclairs with her best friend. Fuck, best friends. I gave a slight smile and decided to get the hell away from her. “Bye, Kayla.” She nodded and I strolled off in

the opposite direction. Away from the blonde temptress. My phone rang as I was further down the street, and I glanced at the caller id. Fuck. “Hey, Lexi,” I said. “Dickface, did you find a date yet?” Her voice was breaking up a little, and she sounded out of breath. “Yeah, I did. What are you doing?” “I’m on the fucking treadmill. Jared thought it would be fun to join a gym. And it’s looking like I may fit into the sexy pink number I bought for the wedding.” The wedding, great. I was starting to dread all talks of weddings. I just wanted to get the day over with already. “Great,” I said, sounding unimpressed. “So, this date…what’s she like?” “She’s great, actually. She’s funny and witty. She makes me smile. What else can I say?” “Makes you smile? Puppies make you smile. Jesus, what does she look like? Will she get the job done for Steffie’s wedding?” she asked, breathing harder into the phone. “You sound like you’re dying. Is your heart rate in the zone it should be for an optimal workout?” “Fuck that shit. I don’t care about optimal. That dress will fit, dammit. She hot?” she asked. I smiled. “Yeah, she’s hot.” Honestly, I didn’t care if she was or not. I liked talking to her. Connor would revoke my man card for that. But Connor could fuck off. “When you seeing her again?” “Tonight. We’re baking eclairs,” I said, laughing. “E—what? Um, ok. Don’t screw it up or you’ll be taking Hilda from my office. I know how much you love her. I won’t allow you to show up dateless.” “Thanks for caring,” I said, sarcastically.

“Of course. You’re my other half. Now get moving on this date situation, and report back to me to let me know what’s up,” she said before cursing into the phone. “You ok?” “Yeah, remind me to kill Jared.” She laughed and then hung up. *** Nervous for my date with Belinda, I threw on my favorite Miami Heat jersey and gelled my short, dark hair. Tonight had to go better than our previous date. There would be a spark, if I had to rub our lips together like flints. Just as I was about to head out the door, my phone pinged. A message from Belinda on the Cupid site had me scrambling. I worried she was canceling on me and opened the message. A little f.y.i. I hate people, especially when they think they’re right. Someone told me today that the Cavaliers were going to win the finals. What nerve. Even though we don’t have James anymore, I still think the Heat has it in the bag. A woman after my own heart. She was a true Miami Heat fan, and my heart made a VIP space inside just for her. I grabbed my keys by the door and headed off to see her. When I pulled up to the little bakery, the light out front was turned off. I peered into the windows and didn’t see anyone. Maybe I should try the back entrance. I rapped on the steel door and waited. The door swung open, and Kayla greeted me. She appeared like she’d been in a flour explosion. The pink of her apron was nearly white.

Her brows drew together. “What are you doing here?” she asked. Apparently, this girl didn’t know how to say hello. “Belinda told me to meet her here.” I glanced over her shoulder, but no Belinda in sight. “We were going to bake.” I sounded like a love-sick idiot. She must have agreed, because she stared at me, and her eyes softened. A small smile curved her lips. “She had a migraine and just left. I’m sorry. She wasn’t feeling well. Here come in.” She opened the door wider allowing me to enter. The back-kitchen area was all stainless-steel countertops and appliances. Most of them I had no clue what they were used for. And the smell was to fucking die for. “I was just baking a few things,” she said, moving to one of the countertops where a baking sheet and a ball of dough rested. “Well, I didn’t mean to interrupt.” It was awkward being alone here with her, and an uneasy feeling rushed through me. “I guess I should get going.” “Want to help make beignets?” she asked, walking to the back of the kitchen near the ovens. “They’re just coming out of the fryer.” “Oh, sure. I guess I could help.” She lifted the fryer and emptied the contents into a little dish. “The powdered sugar makes it amazing,” she said as she sprinkled white powder all over the fried dough. I moved closer to where she worked, enticed by the smell. It reminded me of a carnival. My mouth watered as she plated the beignets. “All done,” she said, holding the dish out to show me. “Think you can handle doing that?”

I grabbed one off the plate and popped it in my mouth. My tongue burned. “Fuck, they’re hot.” Her laughter filled the room. I stopped chewing, mesmerized by the sweet lilting sound. A small dimple appeared in her left cheek, and I smiled as I stared at it. She was really fucking cute, and I needed to get out of this place where everything was so damn cute. “Well, there goes my even number. Good though, right?” she asked. “Very.” I continued chewing once the temperature of the dough cooled. “What do you mean even number?” She blushed and my cock twitched. “I like to prepare and stock even amounts of beignets. They taste better in even numbers,” she said. How fucking cute. Well, I better help her out then. I popped another one into my mouth and smiled as I chewed. I winked. “There. All even again,” I said after chewing the little puff of heaven. She smirked. “Thanks.” I sunk down on a red barstool, straddling it. “Tell me about yourself. What do you do for fun?” I wanted to know something, anything. She raised a brow. “No laughing, ok?” “Never. Why would I laugh?” The way she put a hand on her hip and tilted her head told me she was debating on whether to believe me. What she could do for fun that might make me laugh had me fucking intrigued. Guess she decided I was sincere, because she gave a slight nod and crossed to a far-off shelf housing a small white cabinet. Please god, don’t let me laugh at whatever is behind those doors. “We use a lot of eggs for baking,” she explained, glancing over her shoulder at me. “And well…I’ll just show you.”

She opened the shelf and I stood and made my way over for a closer look. I wasn’t entirely sure what I was seeing at first, until I got even closer. Eggs. About a dozen. All lined up in a row. Not ordinary eggs either. Each egg was unique, with intricate carvings on each one. “Wow, you did this?” Gingerly, I picked one up and studied the patterns carved throughout. “How?” “Yes,” she beamed. “I blow out the yolk and clean the egg, then carve things into the shell. It’s calming for me. Takes my mind off things.” I wanted to ask what things but refrained. “I love it. This is so different.” I placed the egg back on its tiny stand and gently grabbed another one. “Yeah,” a sense of wonder entered her voice, “it’s incredible something so fragile can withstand such pressure, and not break, if handled with care.” She stared at the egg in my hand. “Just like someone’s heart, really. If you mishandle it, it shatters. Tiny jagged pieces in the palm of their hand,” she murmured. Gravity held me still as I gazed at her. She was like my own personal guidance system leading me on a course straight for her. “That’s amazing,” I said, carefully returning the egg. An urge to tell her she was amazing soared through me. She changed the heavy direction the subject had taken and asked, “What about you?” She shut the cabinet to her egg collection and walked back to the stainless-steel counter. I slid back on my stool and resisted asking about the fucker who mishandled her heart. After covering the dough with a thin sheet of wax paper, she smiled. It didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I like to read, mainly aeronautical books,” I told her, “but I like the occasional mystery book every once in

awhile.” “Oh, that’s right. Belinda told me you were a pilot.” She strolled to a large stainless steel sink and washed and dried her hands. She pulled a large tray of pastries and slid it on the counter in front of me. “Ready to fill eclairs?” “Sure. How?” I asked, pointing to the pastry. “Well, we fill the hole with cream.” My eyes shot to her. She handed me a pastry bag filled with whip cream, oblivious to the fact my mind was now somewhere else. Her eyes scanned my face. “Can I ask what a goodlooking fella like yourself is doing on a dating website?” She thought I was good looking. For some reason, that pleased me. As she filled a bag of cream for herself, I told her the story of Lexi and Marley putting me on the site with the sole intention of finding me a date for Steffie’s wedding. Her brows lifted and she looked over at me. “Ah, I see. This Steffie hurt you pretty bad, huh?” “Yeah, I guess.” I didn’t want to get into Steffie and the wedding nonsense. Steffie was an egg crusher, just like the asshole who took the light from Kayla’s eyes when she talked about hearts. “What about you? Dating anyone?” I knew the answer from Belinda telling me but wanted to hear the story of what happened. “I was up until two days ago.” The far-off look in her eyes returned. “Here,” she said, leaning over slightly and holding her pastry bag next to an eclair, “you push the tip in the hole and then squeeze gently until it’s filled with cream.” Eclairs were the last thing on my mind now. Tip. Hole. Cream. My cock stiffened. I ran a hand along my jaw. I should get out of here. She looked over at me and gave a nod toward my pastry bag.

“Don’t be scared. Stick it in.” Shit. My eyes trailed along the slight jut of her collarbone as she leaned over working. I wanted to squirt whip cream along it and lick it off. Instead of leaving, I picked up the bag, started filling, and continued down a path I should get the fuck off before a collision happened. “So what happened with you and this guy?” She shrugged. “It had been coming for quite some time. I’m fine. We just wanted different things,” she said, all humor gone from her voice. “Oh, what did you guys want?” “Well, I wanted someone serious and maybe to settle down. I don’t know,” she shrugged, turning to grab a small pan from the stove and setting it by the tray. Melted chocolate. “And him?” I asked as she took a spoon and drizzled chocolate on the eclairs. She let out a quick laugh. “He wanted to screw every girl who came near him, in as short amount of time as possible.” “Ouch, I’m so sorry.” She waved off my apology and smiled. And then. Then. When she finished her chocolate artwork, she licked the damn spoon. Her pink tongue slid up the spoon, swirled around, and dipped down again. “Oh, I’m fine. Really, I promise. I don’t need someone who doesn’t appreciate me.” She untied her apron and tossed it on the countertop. I stood and she looked at me. Her eyes told a different story, and I moved closer. “You don’t look fine,” I whispered. Warning bells as loud as sirens sounded in my head, but her sad eyes held me captive. “I am though,” she breathed.

I lifted my hand, needing to touch the ghost of a dimple in her cheek which had faded from her previous smile. Thoughts of her ex took her dimple away. That pissed me off for some reason. I had to see it again. My fingers caressed her cheek, and her eyes fluttered closed. Her lips called to me, and I listened. Unable to stop myself, my mouth slanted across hers. She tasted sweet like sugar and chocolate, and I needed more. She parted her lips, and I took the opportunity to swipe my tongue across her lips. Our tongues met, and the kiss deepened as my hand moved into her silky hair. One quick tug of the holder in her bun and her long hair cascaded down her back. Getting closer, I grabbed fistfuls, tugging lightly. She moaned into my mouth and it only egged me on more. She broke the kiss, backing away a few paces. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.” I awoke from the sugar induced haze I was under and shook my head. I repositioned my growing hard on as I stepped further away from her. “No, Kayla, it was my fault. I’m sorry. Please forgive me.” I was an asshole for kissing her. “No, it’s ok. Please don’t tell Belinda. I’m sorry,” she said. “I won’t.” She smiled, briefly, as I gazed into her sea-blue eyes. “Thank you.” “I shouldn’t have kissed you,” I said as her fingers rose to brush along her tasty, full lips. “Well, I shouldn’t have allowed it, Erik.” Her tongue dashed out to wet her mouth and something inside of me snapped and weakened toward her. I couldn’t resist her for some reason. “Please don’t touch your lips like that,” my deep voice dropped an

octave as I stared at her fingers. She stopped almost immediately and her hand fell to rest on her neck. “Please don’t say things like that to me,” she whispered. Closer and closer I stepped to her. As if on a charted course, my legs carried me until I was standing toe to toe with her. She was quite a few inches shorter than my six-foot frame and my eyes dropped again to her lips. Soft, full, pink, and still glistening from my kiss. “I like saying those things to you,” I murmured. My mind was clogged, my heart pounding as my pulse sped up. “Please, Erik,” she whispered. Her hand left her neck and landed on my chest. I was sure she could feel my rapid heartbeat pounding beneath the surface. “Please what? Kiss you again? Tell me you want me to kiss you again. Tell me you liked it. Please, Kayla.” I was so far gone, nothing else mattered except hearing the words fall from her lips. “I shouldn’t, but I did. I wanted it.” Her head tilted up, and our eyes locked. Ah, fuck it. I dipped my head, catching her lips with mine. Once again I was rewarded with her delicious taste and couldn’t stop. I moved her back until a countertop stopped our progression. Deepening the kiss, I roamed my hands along her neck where her hand had been. The pulse beneath my fingertips beat wild and erratic. Her fingers ran through my hair and down my back causing a shiver. “Fuck, Kayla,” I breathed across her cheek. Nipping and nibbling on her neck, I rocked into her. She moaned against my ear and her head fell back giving me access. I ran my hand under the hem of her tank top and lifted it over her head. Her eyes were on fire, smoldering

with a hot, white heat. I unsnapped her white lace bra, and saw stars when her breasts were there for me to touch. To taste. Reaching out, I grabbed the pastry bag and squirted a line across her collarbone and then ran my tongue along it. She tugged me closer as my hand dropped the pastry bag and found its way to the chocolate. I trailed a finger down between the swell of her tits and then licked the path clean. “Erik,” she panted out, rubbing her pussy against my hard on. I thumbed over her pebbled nipple with chocolate as my mouth followed. When I gently bit down, her hips bucked against me. “Did you like that?” I asked. “Yes, please don’t stop.” Her fingers dug into my back as I moved over to the other breast. Pumping her full breast with the palm of my hand, closing my fist around her, I wanted more. I grabbed the pastry bag again, squirting more whip cream over each nipple. Fuck. My head bent down and I licked around the peak of each nipple before sucking each tit in my starving mouth. She tasted so good. I needed more. Pressing my hard body against hers, she moaned as I continued sucking every bit of whip cream from her silky, smooth skin. “Let me cover you in whip cream. I want to eat every part of you.” “Yes, oh god.” “I’m hungry for you. I need to cover your pussy in cream and lick it off.” “Erik, Jesus,” she moaned. “You’re breaking me down, Kayla. My mouth is watering to eat you.” I ran my fingers over the waistband

of her jeans. I pressed the bag, shooting some whip cream just below her belly button. I knelt and sucked the cream from her. She moaned louder, and I nibbled on her skin. Grasping the button of her jeans, I pulled it free and yanked at the zipper. I was almost there, and oh how I wanted to be right between her legs. Right there. Spreading her toned legs apart. Sliding my finger under those fucking pink panties. Pink panties that probably accentuated the curve of her round ass just right. Leaving the cheeks of her ass peeking out of them. “Let me taste you.” She leaned against the counter, both hands gripping the steel tightly. “Erik…” I pushed more cream just above the seam of her pink panties and licked it up, dying to get lower. I ran my finger along the seam of her waistband. She groaned, looking down, watching me. “I bet you’re wet. Let me eat you. Let me get my tongue so deep inside you. Let me spread you wide open.” “Yes,” she said, pushing her hips closer to my face. “Do you want to suck whip cream off my cock, Kayla?” “Yes.” I hooked my fingers in her jeans and pulled them down her long legs. She stopped the action before I could go any further. “I think you should go,” she stammered under her breath, sliding her jeans back up. She grabbed her shirt, covering herself with it. It took me a minute to stand. The hardness of my cock pressing against the zipper of my jeans was painful. Excruciating. My hand ran through my hair once, and then again. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” I blew out.

“It’s fine. We both got carried away.” Her smoldering eyes caught the fluorescence of the kitchen light, mesmerizing me. “I’m sorry,” I mumbled again. “You like her, don’t you?” she asked, running her hand down her shirt to smooth out any wrinkles. “Yeah, I kind of do. But…” She cut me off and held up a shaky hand. “Good, that’s all I need to hear. Have a good night.” She led me to the back door and slammed the door in my face. I wanted to say more to her. Tell her I kind of liked her too. My mind was all kinds of fucked up, and I wavered for a moment on knocking on the door. I damn near almost did it but then had second thoughts. My mind returned to Belinda, sweet Belinda, the girl I missed when she took too long to reply to a message. I got carried away with her best friend. More than carried away. What was I thinking? The next few days would be a good break for me as I traveled to the island of St. Croix. As I hopped in my truck, my phone sounded off with the familiar ding of the Cupid site. I swiped on the icon and a message from Belinda appeared. Please forgive me. I had a bad migraine and couldn’t even see straight. I rushed home, took some pills, and fell immediately asleep. I’m sorry I didn’t message sooner. I hope your evening was well. I would still love to see you again. I felt like shit. I shoved my phone into my pocket and fired up the engine. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get the taste of Kayla’s soft lips out of my mind. Yet, I needed to. Belinda was a nice person and didn’t deserve any of this. She and I weren’t serious or exclusive, but I

wasn’t the type of guy to fuck around with two girls. And the connection I was forming with her through our messages was something I wasn’t ready to give up. I shoved the thoughts of Kayla deep down and drove home. When I walked inside, I pulled my phone from my pocket and began typing. I had an interesting night to say the least, but I’d rather not talk about it. How are you feeling? Better? I leave for the islands tomorrow but would love to see you when I return. You game? I tossed the phone onto the couch and moved into the kitchen to grab a drink. Needing a shot of something to wash away the guilt, I rummaged the shelves in search of the bottle of bourbon I’d bought ages ago. Finding it, pouring just a tad, and swallowing it down in one gulp, I set the glass down. I couldn’t afford to get wasted with flying tomorrow. Absolutely. Tell me something nobody knows about you. I packed my luggage as I thought about my answer to her. Something no one knows. Well, when I was in the military, I was stationed in Afghanistan. I was scared at one point that I would never see my family again. We had a raid on our camp. It was the worst night of my life. I thought I was going to die. What about you? Tell me something. I thought back to my time in the service and how I worried about never seeing my loved ones again. Shit like that puts everything in perspective. A message came back immediately. Wow, I’m so sorry. I am glad you did. Something no one knows, hmm.

I like to visit the airport. I like to sit and watch the arrivals and how happy everyone is to see their loved ones. It’s a happy place with travelers reconnecting with their families and friends. Sometimes I sit for hours just watching and thinking about my parents, wishing they would arrive so I could see them again. I answered her back just as quickly. I’m so sorry. I don’t even really know what to say. Losing loved ones is never easy. I think your parents would be proud of the great woman you’ve become. Can I ask you, do you believe in love at first sight? My heart lurched for Belinda, and the weight of guilt for my actions tonight with Kayla crushed me. I was growing closer to Belinda through each message that lit up my phone. I needed to keep my feet at ground level and stay away from Kayla. But, the thought of not seeing Kayla depressed me even more. Those eggs and the time and patience and care it took to make them said a lot about her. My eyes grew heavy as I waited for a message that never came through. I drifted off with visions of sugar powdered treats, sad eyes, and Kayla’s sweet lips on my mind.

Chapter Six The sun streamed through the vertical blinds of my bedroom. I tried to swat it away. The big, neon numbers of the clock read a number I knew had to be wrong. I bolted upright, shit. Eight a.m. If I didn’t get a move on, I’d be late. I showered, dressed, and got ready as quickly as possible. I grabbed my phone on the way out the door and flung everything inside my truck. When I got to the airfield, I was just in time. Five minutes to spare. “Cutting it kind of close, Captain,” Connor chastised as I bolted into the cockpit. “Overslept a bit. We ready?” “Wouldn’t have anything to do with your hot date, now would it?” He nodded to the clipboard in his hand. “Everything’s all set.” I sat down and started the preflight checklist, ready to get off the ground. Flying over the great Atlantic Ocean was comforting in the fact I could use the time to get my head on straight and think about my actions with Kayla. She was Belinda’s best friend, and in no way should I have even touched her. But I did. Something about her drew me in. Maybe it was the dimple. There was undeniable chemistry between us, no question. But, I needed to get her out of my mind. I needed that kind of chemistry with Belinda. The

conversations I had with her made me smile. She had a way of opening me up. The sexual chemistry in person would come, wouldn’t it? “Your girl have a friend?” Connor asked, breaking me out of my thoughts. “Yeah, she does.” Not thinking about a hook up situation, or possible double date, I let the words fall from my mouth. He scooped them up faster than the jet we were flying cruised through the wispy white clouds. Once he jumped on the idea of a double date, I wished I’d kept my mouth shut. When we left the plane, Connor was still filling my head with his ideas of a double date. Problem was, I didn’t want to see Kayla again. She was too tempting, and I wanted to focus on salvaging things with Belinda. I fished my phone out of my gray slacks and headed to the cab waiting to take us to the hotel. “Tell your girl we could see that new superhero movie that’s playing,” Connor suggested, continuing to torture me as he slid in the back of the cab next to me. “Chicks dig superheroes.” Fuck. That might be true, but I wanted to talk to Belinda, find the sexual chemistry that had to be lurking. Not sit silent, side by side, watching Henry Cavill prance around in a cape. He nudged my arm. “Come on, man.” “Sure,” I said, giving in. At least this way Kayla and Connor wouldn’t be alone in a darkened movie theater. What the fuck was my problem? Belinda. Belinda. Belinda. I chanted her name in my head trying to get my thoughts away from Kayla. When I reached the hotel room, I kicked off my shoes and grabbed my phone. A message from Belinda was there from the previous night.

Love at first sight is quite tricky to me. When do you ever truly see someone? What I mean is, I feel you need to get to know someone to truly see them. See them for who they really are. Appearances don’t tell you anything. Maybe life throws people in your life for certain reasons. Maybe life tests people, and we never truly fall in love with anyone. Hope you’re having fun in the Caribbean. Sorry to get so deep with you. I reread her message. She always made me think about things. I chuckled slightly and thumbed out my response. Don’t ever apologize for being deep. Question: My friend would like to do a double date with Kayla when we get back to Florida. You have every right to say no. He’s crazy, but a good guy. I tossed the phone. Then, my mind drifted again to the mistake I made with Kayla. How could I allow that to even happen? They were best friends. My confused mind conjured up Kayla’s lips and our kiss. The way she moaned when my tongue found hers. The way she bit down on my lip before sucking it into her mouth. My cock rumbled to life and I repositioned myself in my pants. Fuck. Stop thinking about her. My phone pinged and I jumped at the sound. I swiped the phone and read the message. Sounds great. I’m sure Kayla would love it. She enjoys crazy guys. She’s known a few. What does your friend look like? She wants to know before she agrees, but I’ll tell you right now, I’ll make sure she does. Take a picture of the blue ocean for me. I smiled and wrote her back. Sure.

Sending off the message, I couldn’t think of anything else to say. I grabbed a pair of shorts and got dressed to head to the beach. The salty air swirled around me as I stood at the edge of the sand and gazed out to the aquamarine ocean. The color of it reminded me of Kayla’s eyes and I shook my head trying to wipe away the memory of her. Snapping a few photos with my phone, my excitement built to share them with Belinda. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Connor approaching. “Hey man, what are you doing?” “Taking pictures,” I said, clicking off a few more. “Yeah, I can see that. The question is why?” “Belinda.” “The chick from the site?” “Yeah, her.” Her. The girl I was beginning to like. Every time we had a conversation, I came away wanting to see her more and more. “What did she say about the double date?” Oh, right, that. I was jealous but had no right to be. I pushed away the ugly green monster and smiled. I snapped a picture of Connor and headed off down the beach with him trailing behind me. Suddenly, I was in a bad mood, and the thought of snapping pictures for Belinda no longer made me happy. *** Once we were stateside, I lowered the flaps and we glided into the executive airport in Florida. Looking forward to my date with Belinda, I tried to figure out what I was more excited about. Seeing her, or Kayla.

I focused on thoughts of Belinda as I got ready for a night out with both ladies, oh, and Connor. Would it be weird to see Kayla again? I wouldn’t look at her. I planned to only concentrate on Belinda and end the night with a spark. One last chance to make this flame burn, if it fucking killed me. As I pulled up to the Lopa, a cool little tiki bar, I spotted Connor’s red hair standing out in the crowd. The joint was packed and the atmosphere was hopping. An electrical current zapped through the air as I made my way over to him. “Hey, man. Where’s the girls?” he asked. His eagerness reminded me of a teenager looking to get laid. “Calm down, dude. They’ll be here.” Glancing around, I noticed Belinda first and signaled her over to us. When I saw Kayla walking next to her, my jaw nearly dropped. She took my breath away, and I hoped no one noticed. Get it together, man. Her light fruity perfume wafted over to me when they stopped in front of us. Connor spoke first. Fucker. “Hey, Kayla, Belinda. Nice to meet you both. Let’s grab a table.” Kayla’s eyes flitted to me and I gave her a small smile. Tonight was going to be very hard. Stop. Difficult. Nothing was going to be hard. Even if her short flowy pink dress hugged her curves on top so tight I could see the imprint of her nipples. The nipples I had covered in whipped cream and bit down on. She wore black heels that strapped around her trim ankles, and the combination was to kill for. I knew I would. And if Connor didn’t stop staring at her tits, he might be my first victim. I ran a hand across my jaw and turned my attention to Belinda before placing a hand on the small of her back. She stiffened at my touch, and there it was again. How

could we be so open in messages and not have any desire in person? I wasn’t going to give up. We grabbed a booth for four, and Belinda scooted in beside me. Kayla sat directly across from me and avoided eye contact. The waiter arrived and spieled off the specials. I tried to pay attention, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Kayla’s pink-tipped nails twirling the coaster on the shiny oak table. Belinda nudged me. “Did you want the Paella?” Paella? Is that what he was carrying on about? “Sounds great.” I just wanted to get this date over with. I couldn’t even believe the thought of ditching this date crossed my mind. Everything felt wrong with Kayla here. Correction—it was wrong. She looked so fucking beautiful sitting there with the light catching the shine of her blonde hair. And, then the real question hit me. Am I more attracted to a girl for her looks over her personality? Belinda was great. Our conversations were electric. Thought provoking. Being a guy didn’t mean you only want your cock stimulated. I had opened up to her about things I didn’t normally discuss. Yet, Kayla had my blood pumping and pulse racing just being in a ten-foot radius of her. I wanted to lift her skirt under the table with my foot. And then she spoke. Like word porn in my ears. “Connor, what do you do for work?” My eyes shot to them, and I watched as Connor got a huge smile before answering. I knew what was coming. Ok, I’ll admit it. Our job definitely helped in scoring chicks. Say pilot to some, and you might as well have said, “Ladies, please line up and dispose of your panties before entering the cockpit.”

“Erik and I are both pilots for a private jet,” he said, stretching his arm along the back of the booth behind her. I smirked. Kayla wouldn’t fall for his line; she didn’t seem the type. She already knew I was a pilot. So, when her eyes lit up, and she smiled and leaned closer to him, I got upset. Wait. Wrong reaction. Don’t turn toward him. “Oh, wow, that’s very cool.” “Yeah, it’s kickass,” I said, turning toward Belinda. The private joke between us fell flat when she only offered up a soft smile. Something was off with her. Kayla and Connor continued chatting away about planes, trains, and everything under the fucking sun. They were hitting it off, and I was stuck here with a front row seat to the show. Halfway through the meal, I tried again to talk to Belinda. Talk to me, woman. Finally, she opened up a little, and our fun banter was back on track. We chatted about the Heat making it to the finals, and Belinda laughed when Kayla turned her nose up at the idea of coming to a game. The conversation flowed easy with Belinda, but that was all it was…just conversing. Connor and Kayla laughing it up across from us was downright pissing me off. I’m on the wrong date. I was determined to turn the night around. After dinner, we walked the neon strip of South Beach. I grabbed Belinda’s hand, and she smiled. Fucking finally. Score. Maybe I just needed to get her alone.

Kayla and Connor strolled ahead of us, and yes, ok, the view of Kayla’s ass distracted me. The situation was making me feel more and more like an asshole. I gave Belinda’s hand a squeeze and looked down at her. “What do you feel like doing? Dancing? Movie?” Sex? Maybe sex was what it would take to get this motherfucker burning. Yes, my mind went there. Even though Belinda wasn’t quite the one it wanted to go there with. Connor and Kayla stopped walking and waited for us to catch up. “Hey, want to go here?” Connor pointed to a classy nightclub. “Sure, excuse us a moment,” Belinda said, grabbing Kayla’s hand. She pulled her away from us. Girl meeting. Connor shot me a look with a raised brow. “They’re talking about how sexy I am.” I laughed. “In your dreams.” “You and Belinda seem good together. You guys get along so well.” I ran my hand through my hair. “But, that’s the thing, man. She reminds me of hanging out with my sisters.” “That’s not good.” He laughed and stepped off the curb to let a couple pass between us. They walked wrapped around each other like they were one entity. His hand slipped down and palmed her ass and she looked up at him and smiled. That’s what I didn’t have with Belinda yet. Looked like the only thing I would be palming would be a basketball at a Miami Heat Game with her. And, sadly, that excited me more than the thought of palming her ass. My eyes slid back to Connor. “Yeah, I really like her though.” I looked over at the girls, their heads close together, whispering. “But, I don’t know.” And I didn’t.

The girls walked back, and Kayla’s eyes slammed into mine with such intensity I swear the earth shook under my feet. Shit. There it was. The thing I was missing with Belinda. That rumble of undeniable chemistry. Did she feel it? My dick definitely felt it. Belinda smiled. “Let’s get going guys.” She grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. The club was dim and a live band played on the back patio. Belinda weaved in and out of the crowd as we all filed behind her to the bar and ordered drinks. We hung out, and Belinda and Kayla made us laugh with stories from their past. Kayla explained to us how she got into egg carving, which was really fucking cool. Belinda talked about reading books on the World Wars, and that led to a discussion on planes. After a while, I took Belinda’s hand and led her to the dance floor. “Glad you’re having a good time,” I told her, wrapping an arm around her waist. My mood lifted when she smiled and pressed in closer to me. “Connor seems to like Kayla.” No shit. Mood killer. My high lasted all of two point five seconds. Jealousy coursed through me. Pretend it doesn’t bother you, man. Yes, I was giving myself a pep talk, and I was failing at calming myself down. My eyes shot to Kayla and Connor. They were standing close. Too close. He’s a great friend, but I wouldn’t let someone I cared about date him. Shit. Why did I care? I didn’t even fucking know Kayla. Belinda inched away from me, and I shook my head. The date was a disaster, and I needed a reprieve.

“I’ll be right back.” I left Belinda on the dance floor. Rude, but I had to think. Was I going to give up a deeper connection for someone I couldn’t control my dick around? My body had zero reaction to Belinda pressed up against me. Did that matter? I needed silence to think. Yoga? Meditation? No, I wasn’t that type of guy. That was some Lexi bullshit. She did yoga three days a week. Said it centered her. Even though she didn’t seem very centered to me. She was more like a hot mess of madness, but I loved her. I headed to the restroom, splashed some water over my face, and when I closed my eyes, I saw Kayla’s. The way she stared at me after their girl pow-wow was unreal. I exited the bathroom and Kayla was there. Big blue eyes, little pink dress, sexy hair tumbling past her small shoulders. I slid my hands in my pockets, not wanting to slam her against the wall as I had so many times in my fantasies. She didn’t make a move, studying me as I studied her. Should I speak? “Hey.” She broke the silence, and my heart hammered in my chest. When her dimple appeared, my mission in life became clear. Make this girl smile as much as possible. “Hey.” I couldn’t contain the goofy grin on my face, but I didn’t care. She was so pretty. “Are you having a good time?” She leaned against the wall, just like how I’d always pictured her. My cock grew hard. Fuck, this girl. “Yeah,” I breathed, suddenly turned on. I could lift that flirty little skirt and slide my finger along her pussy to see if she was wet. Fuck. Stop. Think about anything else. Don’t think about how many fingers you could slip inside her and fuck her with.

She moved closer as I tried to picture the roster for the NBA finals playoffs schedule. Don’t get closer, please. But, damn, if I didn’t want her right next to me. Under me. Her legs on my shoulders while I fucked her until she came all over me. She stopped when we were practically touching. Our eyes burned into one another. The things she did to me was insane. “Erik, do you like Belinda?” The NBA schedule flew out of my mind as I watched her chest heave. I wanted to run my cock between the swell of her breasts. “No.” And that was it. One step closer and I had her in my arms. Victory. My lips were on hers, searching and begging her for more. She felt too damn good, and I didn’t want to let go. The taste of sugar was once again on my lips, and a low growl rumbled in my throat. She pushed me back and pinned me against the wall, and I liked the power shift. Usually I was the one pinning, but this worked too. For now. My hands raced all over her, down between her legs, cupping her sweet cunt. The heat from her pussy warmed my hand. I wanted to touch her everywhere. Belinda and guilt entered my mind for a quick instant but vanished the moment Kayla traced her hand over the bulge in my pants. “Oh fuck,” I groaned as my head fell against the wall. My eyes closed as she nipped at my neck, sucking and biting. “Erik, I need to tell you something,” she said against my skin. “Anything, tell me. Don’t stop.” But she didn’t say anything. Her mouth closed, and I was too far gone.

Her hand rubbed over my hard cock, gripping it. I couldn’t think straight. All the boiling blood in my body moved south, and I no longer cared about anyone or anything but this woman. Driving my knee between her legs, I moved her around so she was up against the wall. She slid her pussy against my upper thigh, pressing down, riding it. I kissed her, hard, sucking her tongue into my mouth. I couldn’t take it anymore. Breaking the kiss, I whispered to her, “Want to get out of here?” Her blue eyes were clouded with lust. “Yeah,” she whispered back. Could we leave? Was this smart? Did I care? I grabbed her hand, pushing on the exit door a few feet away. The hot, balmy air of Florida hit us as we stepped onto the pavement at the back of the club, and I spotted a secluded wooden bench off in the corner. Fuck if I didn’t have her already hoisted on my lap by the time I thought about how wrong this could be. “Kayla, you’ve been driving me crazy all night.” “Oh God, you too.” She grappled at my neck as she ground her body against me, sliding along my cock. I palmed her ass, rocking up into her. Her tits were in my face and I glanced up to her. I didn’t have to say it. She understood without a word. She pulled the top of her dress down and gripping the back of my neck brought my mouth to her rose colored nipple. Fuck if her hunger for me wasn’t driving me wild. I sucked her nipple, grazing it with my teeth. She closed her eyes, arching and rocking her body into me. I dove in, sucking along her neck and breasts as she kept grinding on my lap.

Her curves were perfection, and the way she moved had my mind racing with possibilities of where I could mark her with my cum. Her tits. Her pussy. Her stomach. Her ass. Her face. I didn’t know if I should stop to take her home and fuck her properly or finish the job right here. Ok, I needed to calm down. I couldn’t fuck her. My one-track mind needed a full stop. I had to cool down. But she kept making these noises that once again had all rational thought leaving me quicker than a bum on a street after he gets paid. Think about homeless people, Erik. Think about anything that would help the situation in my pants take a seat on the bench. I pulled my lips from Kayla’s, and she made the cutest sound of disappointment that had my ears logging it into a personal memory to use when I’d definitely be jerking off later. “Kayla, we need to stop.” She grabbed both sides of my face, dropping her forehead to rest on mine. “I know. I’m sorry I just can’t stay away from you.” “I can’t stay away from you either.” An idea came to me, and let me start by saying it wasn’t a very good one. But, I was desperate to touch her. Obsessed in everything her. “What if we just spend one night together? One date if you will.” Smooth. It didn’t sound too bad, did it? Her eyes bounced between mine. Then the sweetest word fell from her lips. “Ok.” Fuck. Guilt crashed into me again for a second, but I wasn’t serious with Belinda. I wasn’t anything with her. Yeah, sure we had a few great conversations, but that was it.

She climbed off my lap and it took me a few seconds before I could stand with her. Down boy. I led her into the club. “End the date. Give me your phone. Just text me.” She handed me her phone, and I entered my information. We headed out and found Connor and Belinda waiting at a small table. How soon can we end the date? Should I chit chat for a minute? “So, I need to get home,” Kayla said at my side, and I tried my fucking hardest not to plaster a huge smile on my face.

Chapter Seven Pacing my apartment, I waited for the text to come through. I couldn’t get Belinda home quick enough. Connor protested for a moment about leaving the club, but after giving him my ‘shut the fuck up’ glare he was more cooperative. Maybe he thought I was on the ins and outs of getting lucky. Which he wasn’t wrong there, I was about to get lucky. Just not with Belinda. Fuck, I sank to the couch as I thought about Belinda. I dropped my head in my hands. She was so nice. But there was no spark, except when we were chatting. Was she not attracted to me? I wanted her to be. What kind of fucked up love connection game was I playing? My phone pinged, and I nearly tripped over myself trying to grab for it. Glad no one saw that. It wasn’t a text. And it wasn’t from Kayla. It was a message from Belinda. I had fun tonight. I hope you did too. Weren’t Kayla and Connor great? We should do it again soon. Can I ask you a question? Do you like me? Gah, that sounds so fifth grade. I guess I should tell you which box to check. Sorry, just want to know if the feelings I’m feeling are reciprocated. I chuckled briefly as I read the words. She was cute with her do you like me. And suddenly, I felt like shit. I really did like her. But, Kayla.

I was in a hard spot—literally. My hands paused over the reply button, unsure if I should even answer her. But, within seconds I had a response typed out to her. I had a blast tonight, too. I think you’re great, and I would love to get to know you more. And I did want to get to know her more. Maybe I wouldn’t be so obsessed with Kayla if I did. Truth of the matter, I loved messaging Belinda and liked the person I was getting to know. Either way, I still glanced at the phone waiting on the text from Kayla to come through and didn’t know how to feel when another response from Belinda lit up my phone. What would you like to know Mr. Kickass? Ask me anything. There’s a lot I need to tell you. This seemed like a good time to find out exactly what Belinda felt about our chemistry. No more fucking around. Because no matter how attached I was getting to her messages, if it didn’t carry over in person then I needed to stop the fantasy. Start simple. Needed to know if she was attracted to me. Do you think I’m sexy? And then what took place next was very unexpected. Belinda: Yes. Very. It’s your eyes and the way you speak: low and deep. It’s hot. Me: Yeah? So, a voice turns you on? What about in the bedroom, do you like talking? Belinda: Yes, I love dirty talk. The dirtier the better. What about you? Me: Love it. I like to call myself a scholar in the art of dirty talk. What else do you like? Belinda: I like the moaning and the sounds of listening to the man I’m with being brought to his knees by me. What about you?

Me: Yeah? So, you would like to hear me groan in your ear? I’d love to spread you open and lick you all over. Have you ever experimented? You once mentioned a leash. Fuck, this was messed up. Chatting to Belinda, but damn my fucking mind was on Kayla. She hadn’t texted, and it had been well over an hour. I was headed to a point of no return with Belinda, and I was hard as a rock. My body still hadn’t recovered from the make out session with Kayla. I leaned into the couch, getting comfortable as thoughts of Kayla’s sweet lips remained in my mind. Belinda: Yeah. I haven’t done much, but it doesn’t mean I’m not open to it. What kind of experimenting did you have in mind? Me: I’d like to blindfold you, maybe tie you up. Belinda: Oh? Well, what would you do to me if I was tied up? Me: I’d explore your body with my fingers. Starting with your neck. Belinda: I’d probably love that. Then what would you do? Me: Well first what are you doing right now? Are you in bed? Are you getting turned on? Belinda: Yes. I’m getting very turned on. Wet even. Me: How wet? Will you slide your finger in your pussy and tell me how wet you are? Belinda: Soaked. Are you stroking your cock? Fuck. She said cock. Seeing her type something dirty turned me on. This was escalating. And I’d be a fucking liar to say I hadn’t already pushed my shorts and boxers past my hips and started lightly tugging at my cock. But, the main problem was Kayla. I couldn’t erase the thoughts of her in my head. I couldn’t stop. I was so

worked up; my cock was ready to explode. And the pain, my god. Me: Yeah. I’m running my hand up and down. Slow for now. Are you touching that little pussy of yours? Belinda: Yes, imagining it’s your tongue. Will you rub the tip of your cock and imagine it’s my tongue? Me: Fuck, I’d love that. I want to taste you. Run my tongue through your wetness. Lick your fingers. Tell me how sweet you taste. Belinda: Ok. Mmm, so sweet. You’d love it. Me: I’m sure I would, baby. Slide your fingers in and fuck your pussy for me. Belinda: I am. How would you fuck me? Me: Fast. Rough. Hard. I want to feel your nails digging into my back. I want your legs thrown over my shoulders so I can get in even deeper. How would you want me to fuck you? My cock swelled as I rubbed my hand down the long, thick shaft. I let out a groan and ran my thumb over the drop of precum, smearing it down myself as I kept pumping. My hand fisted tight imagining how Kayla’s pussy would feel. I was glued to my phone. Normally I would call a girl, but it wasn’t Belinda’s voice I wanted to hear on the other end of the phone. I wanted to get Kayla off. To claim her orgasm. It had to be mine. I was no longer watching the phone waiting on Kayla’s text. Instead, my mind was busy imagining Kayla coming for me. Even though I was chatting with Belinda. Yeah, I know. I’m an asshole. But right now, I didn’t fucking care. Belinda: Fuck, Erik. This is going to make me come fast. Me: I’m so fucking hard right now. Are your legs spread? Belinda: Yes. Oh, god, I’m so wet.

Me: Take one hand, play with your tits. Fuck, squeeze your nipples for me. Belinda: I’m so close. Please don’t stop. Me: Slide another finger inside you. Imagine my hard cock slamming into you. Belinda: It won’t fit, it’s too tight. Fuck. A smile spread across my face. I kept pumping as I pictured Kayla riding my cock, her tits bouncing in front of my face. Me sucking her nipples into my mouth. Her long blonde hair falling over her shoulders. Me: Damn, if that doesn’t make me fucking harder. Would you be able to handle my thick cock? Belinda: I want to. You might have to go slow at first. Me: I don’t know if I’d be able to control myself with you. I’d tie you up, hold you still, and I’d make it fit. And if you scream, I’d only fuck you harder. Belinda: I wouldn’t be able to hold still. Me: Then I’d punish you. I’d spank you, maybe even bite you. Belinda: Oh, god, Erik. I’m coming. My body shook, and I fucking came, hard. Real hard. Loud. Cum covered my abs. I glanced at my phone, and the guilt and regret washed over me before I even settled down. I threw my phone. Fucking shit. I left her hanging, and I didn’t know what to say to her. I pressed at my temple, not knowing how to handle the mess I was in.

Chapter Eight So, life comes at you quick. One minute you’re in a dry spell with no women around for ages and then, bam, you have two. Funny how that works. My every thought was wrapped up with Belinda and the actions from last week. I never answered her. I never received that text message from Kayla, either. As I flew over the Atlantic Ocean, I tried to concentrate on the dials and knobs in front of me and not Connor’s incessant rant about Kayla. “Dude, she wanted to fuck me. I just know it. But, once we left the club she claimed the ol’ headache bullshit and went home.” “Yeah.” I didn’t care. Maybe she did indeed have a headache, and that’s why she never called me. Didn’t matter. I would not pick up the phone to reach out to her. Or Belinda. My phone was like a toxic creature and the only way to escape it. Avoid it. My mood depressed as I tried to figure out what to do. It had been a week since the double date, and I had no contact with either of them. We were flying back to Florida, and once we arrived, I knew I needed an emergency session with the sisters. Marley and Lexi would be able to help me out of the mess I was in. ***

“What the fuck you mean you had phone sex?” Lexi asked as we sat in a quiet corner coffee shop. “Messaging. Through the app. But, that’s not the important part.” Leave it to Lexi to hone in on the one detail that wasn’t important. “Ok, so let me get this straight,” Marley said, stirring her coffee with a little black straw. She pulled it out, licked it, and pointed it at me. “Two girls, best friends, and you like them both?” “Yeah.” Sounded kind of bad when she put it like that. “Shit.” Marley blew out a breath. “Oh please, which one makes your dick hard?” As usual, Lexi spoke loud enough to border on embarrassment, and Marley tried to hush her. “What? It’s a simple question.” Lexi’s blue wide eyes glanced innocently between Marley and me. I narrowed my eyes at Lexi. “I’m not having this conversation. What do I do?” Lexi leaned closer to me. “Which girl turns you on?” “Ok, fine. Kayla does. Happy?” I leaned further back into my wooden chair, crossing my arms. “Then she’s the one. Now hurry, we don’t have much time until this wedding.” “I’m not going.” Both of them started at the same time. “Yes, you are. Now pick a girl,” they both said, sounding like a fucking choir. “Ok, calm down. It’s just there’s no sexual spark with Belinda.” My agitation grew. “Listen, you need to pick one, and end it with the other. No sense in leading anyone on. Someone’s going to get hurt. Belinda is the one you sexted?” Marley made a valid point. She was the wise one, even if she was the youngest, and when she spoke, I listened. I didn’t want to

be an egg crusher. A choice had to be made, once and for all. But how? “Yeah, but in person there’s no chemistry.” I couldn’t understand it. “Well, sometimes love isn’t about a quick exploding spark but maybe more like a slow burn. The more you get to know her, the bigger that flame grows. You like her?” Marley asked. “Yeah, I look forward to her messages everyday. She’s unlike anyone I’ve ever met.” And she was. Our virtual conversations were some of the best I’d ever had. “Well, there’s your answer. Drop Kayla, if that’s all you’re attracted to, because looks fade, but a personality is what’s important.” Lexi grabbed my arm, her serious face staring at me from across the booth. A slow burn. I liked that. I wanted the girl I was getting to know through the messages. Yeah, Kayla was hot, but I needed to move forward with Belinda. And, maybe one day there would be an everlasting love. A love like we had talked about in our messages. I hopped on my Harley and headed off to the bakery to find Belinda. With confidence I was making the right decision, I drove off down the road. The sun burned my skin as I pulled into the small parking lot. The waves crashing off in the distance were drowned out by the hum of my engine. A tinge of anticipation skated over me as I held the door handle in my fingers. I pushed inside, and a startled Belinda leaned up from behind the counter. Her blue eyes were huge and directly focused on me. “Erik, what are you doing here?” “I’m here to talk to you.” I hoped she wasn’t mad I never messaged her after our sexting escapade.

She tightened her hair in its ponytail and then smoothed down her pink apron. Her chestnut hair caught the sun, and she radiated from across the bakery. “Um, sure. What’s up?” She stood still. I made her nervous I was sure of it. Awkwardness washed over me. I moved closer to where she stood behind the counter display of cookies and donuts and glanced at the few customers sitting at the dinette tables. “Um…” “I can go on break,” she offered. “Meet me out back.” She untied her apron, and I nodded and headed for the front door. My heart raced as I walked around to the back of the brick storefront. Finally, a decision. This was the girl who I wanted to be with. The one who visited airports to watch families reunite. She exited the back door just as I rounded the corner. “Hi,” she whispered, and I had to master my willpower of the Gods to not think about Kayla in that moment. “Hi,” I laughed, slightly. “How are you?” Words, learn them. I was a fumbling fool unable to talk to her. “I’m ok.” She was still a little guarded. Guess I couldn’t blame her. I stalked closer. “Are we going to discuss what happened after the double date?” She looked at me curiously. “What happened?” “Afterwards.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about.” I scrubbed my hand over my jaw. “I wanted to explain why I never answered you back.” “What are you talking about?” “The messages Belinda.” I stepped closer to her. “Ohhhh,” she drew out the word and then paused. She caught her bottom lip with her teeth, then released

it. “Erik, I think I should tell you something.” What was she talking about? The tone of her voice made me nervous. “Ok.” “Just hear me out, ok?” I nodded, unsure what she was about to reveal. “When Kayla put me on that site, I wanted nothing to do with it. She told me she had found someone perfect for me. So, I agreed to the date.” I tried to pay attention, but this felt like a brush off. “Ok.” “You were great. But, it just wasn’t there for me.” She sighed. “No spark, no chemistry.” She leaned up against the wall. I wanted to agree with her and say I didn’t feel the connection either, but then I remembered Marley’s words. “Sometimes love isn’t about a spark, it’s about connecting on a deeper level. And, I think we did that. You’re amazing. Every time we messaged, I fell for you a little more.” She closed her eyes, then confused the fuck out of me with her next words. “That wasn’t me.” She was talking in code, some woman-type riddle talk. “What wasn’t you?” “The messages. Kayla. It was Kayla you were talking to. When she put me on that site she handled the messages.” Stunned, I stepped back and ran my hand through my hair. “Wait, what? What about your parents? And the late-night chats about life?” She shook her head. “Sorry, it was all Kayla,” she said, softly. “My mother actually fronted the cost of the bakery. Alive and well.” She chewed the corner of her lip, sympathy radiating from her eyes. I took a step back, trying to process the words coming out of her mouth. “What was Kayla? In the beginning?” I

couldn’t believe it. “All of it. She told me about the messages the night at the club.” “And you didn’t tell me?” I didn’t know how to feel. I felt like I’d just been punched in the gut. “She’s my best friend. What do you think?” She smiled briefly. “Is this something the two of you do? Fuck guys over?” I took another step back away from her. “What? No, Erik. She really likes you.” “Then why didn’t she tell me. Oh, God.” Thoughts of the other night came crashing into my consciousness. Everything we did. And, the fact Kayla must think I wanted Belinda because of the sexting. It was a confusing mess. I needed to think. “I need to go,” I said, backing away more. “Erik, wait,” she called after me, but I was already heading to the front of the store to hop on my bike. So much for a slow burn. I didn’t know what to make of all of this. I wanted to confront Kayla, but I also didn’t want to see her right now. I rode my bike to the airfield, and waved to the man at the security gate, continuing down to the Gulfstream’s hangar. It was quiet. Peaceful. And, I needed to clear my head. Why wouldn’t Kayla tell me? I pulled out my phone and swiped my finger across, bringing it to life. The Cupid app stared at me, mocking me, laughing even. The urge to message her hit me. Yet, I didn’t know what to say. I typed a few words out and then quickly erased them. Fuck. I sat down in a chair and stared at the landing planes just outside the hangar. I gazed at the phone, and made another attempt at a message.

Anything you want to tell me? I hit send. Short and sweet. As I waited, my anger grew. I knew what her response would be before I even read it. She had no clue as to what I was talking about, which angered me more. Why the facade? Why the lies? I answered her back, Cut the shit, Kayla. I know it’s been you the whole time. My only question is why? Seconds after hitting send, my phone rang. It was her and I contemplated not answering, but I needed answers. “What?” I said into the phone. “Erik, please let me explain. Can you come meet me?” Could I meet her? I mean, of course I could. But, did I want to? “I don’t know Kayla. Why? Why did you do this?” “Please meet me at my house, please,” she begged. Her voice was soft, pleading me to let her explain. Fuck. “Give me half an hour.” I hopped back on my bike after hanging up. Time to find out exactly what the fuck was going on.

Chapter Nine I pulled into her driveway along Ocean Drive, cut the engine, and stared at her door. My system was a hodgepodge of mixed emotions. Should I just let all of this go and move the fuck on? I got played. Did it even matter what her reason was? I pulled my helmet off and hung it on the handlebar. Yeah, it mattered. I climbed off my bike and stalked to the door, giving it two quick raps with my knuckles. The door swung open, and everything I was mad about vanished when I saw her standing there in her black yoga pants and gray, baggy t-shirt with a pink cupcake on the front. That familiar pull to her tugged at me. Maybe I could take her shirt off, see if she was wearing a bra. No, I needed to remember what she did and calm my body’s reaction to her. “Hi,” she whispered. “Hey.” She moved aside, allowing me to enter. The house smelled sweet, and I was sure she was baking something. She crossed over to the couch and sank down, pulling a throw pillow into her lap. “Want to sit down?” “No, thanks.” She looked down and traced her finger along the pillow before lifting her eyes to mine. “Erik, let me start by saying how sorry I am. I never meant for any of this to happen.”

Before I could answer the timer in the kitchen dinged, and she bounded from the couch. I wanted to follow, see what she had baked, but remained statuesque. She was wearing me thin with the regret on her face. A few minutes later, she returned with cookies on a plate, holding them out to me. “They’re still a little hot.” A cookie wasn’t going to make this better. “Yeah, well, you’re hot,” I rasped. “Doesn’t mean I want it.” She blinked and dropped her eyes to the plate. “What do you want?” “Someone who doesn’t jerk me around.” Her blue eyes, full of sadness, looked up at me. “Please, tell me you don’t like her.” “Who?” “Belinda.” The anger, confusion, and madness was there like a loaded shotgun set to go off at any moment. “Well, I don’t know the real Belinda, do I?” I backed away from her, running my hands through my dark hair, and blew out a breath. “Why?” I whispered. “Why did you do all of this?” She turned and crossed to the coffee table, setting the cookies down. Her small shoulders slumped, and she kept her back to me when she answered. “I don’t know.” That wasn’t good enough. “You made me believe in something that wasn’t real.” She spun around. “Please, listen,” she begged. The tone of her plea no longer worked on me. “You sexted me, got off with me, and let me believe it was Belinda. How could you?” My body burned with anger as she blankly stared at me. “Do you know how guilty I felt? I’ve got this girl I’m falling for through our conversations, but there’s no spark. But, I tried. And then

I’ve got this other girl who is a goddamn inferno burning through me. I didn’t expect that to happen.” “I didn’t either. I was only trying to help her. She wanted to like you.” Every time she opened her mouth more shit came out. “Was this some game you two play?” I was hurt. Big time. “Oh my god, no. No, not at all. We wanted you and her to get together at first.” “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” “I was going to tell you everything that night, but things… well, things got out of hand, and then you disappeared.” She pressed her palms to her eyes, then dropped them. “I’m sorry.” I needed to get the hell out of here. Sort this out in my mind. Giving her a chin nod, I turned to leave. She followed me down the driveway to my bike. “No. Erik, please don’t go,” she called after me. “I just need a minute,” I bit out. At my house. With a drink. And a cold shower. Because, as mad as I was, I still wanted her.

Chapter Ten Three days later and my phone never beeped. Not that I expected it to. But, I still found myself checking it every two minutes. The silence was unnerving. She filled a large part of my days and nights, and it was lonely without her. I missed that rush of getting her messages. Every message, which was ever sent from ‘Belinda’ to me, was read over and over. Every action and encounter I had with either girl was replayed over in my mind as well. My phone rang and I didn’t feel like answering. After the person didn’t give up, I checked the caller id. Marley. I called her back and listened as she tried to console me over the Kayla/Belinda affair. I ended up telling her everything. And I do mean everything. Most times she agreed with me that it was fucked up, but at the end of the conversation she mentioned Steffie’s wedding, and I shook my head. Escort? Little black book? I could figure something else out. Maybe the saucy real estate agent was still available. Who knew? Maybe I would say “Fuck it all” and not go. Because, making Steffie feel like I had landed something better suddenly didn’t mean a damn thing to me. I didn’t even want to go onto the Cupid crappy site. After shutting my phone off and flipping on the TV, I sunk onto my couch to sulk. I liked sulking. Sulking was good for the soul every now and then. A pity party for one was being had here, and no, there were no other guests

invited. Wallowing in self-pity was something one needed to do alone, hence the name. A knock at the door startled me just as my festivities of watching The Godfather marathon on TV started. Moving at the pace of a slug, I walked to the door and opened it. Belinda stood, fidgeting, on my doorstep. “What are you doing here?” Saying that brought back memories of Kayla, and I really didn’t want to deal with Belinda right now. Belinda didn’t care. “Move aside big boy, we need to talk.” She pushed past me and stepped into my apartment. “Please come in.” I slammed the door and headed back to the couch. She followed and sat down next to me on the gray leather sofa. I raised my brows and waited for her to speak. She narrowed her eyes. Studied me. And then slapped her hands on her thighs. “Ok,” she started, “I need to explain some things.” “Listen, you’ve already told me everything I need to know.” “No, I didn’t. So, please, let me speak.” I flipped the TV off, tossed the remote on the coffee table, and listened to her. “I’ve had a problem dating for many years. I seem to attract the opposite of what I want, so I kind of gave up. Kayla wanted to help me. She put me on that site for me. Not to jerk guys around. She had a boyfriend when she first messaged you as me. She wasn’t trying to hook up with anyone.” Oh, right, the boyfriend. “Ok.” My eyes were trained on her. “And?” “Well, anyways, she had fun messaging you. She didn’t plan on continuing conversations with you. Then

her and her boyfriend broke up, and she was heartbroken. And you made it better for her. But she still wanted you to like me. She thought you did like me. And I wanted to like you, Erik. I really tried.” “Gee, thanks.” “Sorry,” she smiled, “she started liking you. A lot. But she kept fighting it. Then she has these trust issues with her ex. But, Kayla knew when she kissed you that night in the bakery that I didn’t like you. She begged me to go on the double date to give it one last try with you, and I told her during the date it just wasn’t working out.” “I don’t understand. If she liked me, why didn’t she admit it?” “Well, you kept messaging me. Well, her. You know what I mean.” Yeah, what a clusterfuck. “I guess. I liked talking to you. Well, her.” I liked everything about her. “She should have told me.” “You need to give her another chance. She fucked up. She did. And she’s been a complete mess not having you to chat with these past few days.” Yeah, feelings mutual, sister. “I don’t know. I don’t. I mean she thinks you and I had phone sex.” She covered her ears, a smile on her face. “Whoa, too much information. I don’t need to know all the details.” I laughed. “Sorry.” “Honestly, I think you two are great for each other.” “I think she’s great.” She stood and I followed as she made her way to the door. “She really is. Please don’t judge her too harshly for this.” “I just can’t understand why she did it.”

“She liked you, and everything got really complicated.” She opened the door and then turned to me, placing her hand on her hip. “And probably for the same reason you did it.” She raised her brows and I cringed. “I’m sure you don’t normally mess around with best friends.” I cringed again. “No. Never. Even though it wasn’t you I was really falling for, I’m sorry.” She smiled. “I know. Or I wouldn’t have told her to go for it. I would’ve told her to dump your ass.” She stepped outside the door. “Sometimes you meet someone that makes you lose all reason, Erik. Be glad you found it.” I didn’t add anymore, because there wasn’t much left to say to Belinda. I was still hurt, and needed more time before I reached out to Kayla again. She said her goodbyes, and once again I retreated to my couch and sat in silence. No longer wanting to even watch The Godfather. Something was seriously wrong with me. *** The next morning, I awoke to the sound of my phone buzzing. Lazily, I grabbed at it and swiped it on. The Cupid site had one message pending, and I entered the app and saw a message from Kayla. She had changed her profile name. A picture of the back kitchen of the bakery sat on my phone. The caption read: Our first kiss among other things. I smiled as I remembered back to that night. A few minutes later, another photo flashed across my screen. It was of the club the first time we saw each other. The caption read: The first time I saw your ‘dazzling’ eyes.

The remainder of the day no new photos came through. The following day we were set to head to the Caribbean. The Bartlett’s needed us to drop them off and then return the jet as they set off around the world on a yacht. While I was there, Kayla had sent a few more photos. One of the back of the club where we made out on the double date. Each picture was the same. A memory of the two of us. The captions were like a walk down memory lane. Uneasiness still lingered about how she played me the night of the double date. It was festering. Why couldn’t I drop it? She was everything I ever wanted. I should have been stoked it was her the whole time. I needed to get out of my own head. “Dude, what’s wrong with you?” Connor asked on our return trip from the Caribbean. “Kayla.” As soon as I said her name I realized Connor still held a flame for her. Shit. “What about her?” Connor appeared eager. “I need to talk to you.” I told him everything. Leaving no stone unturned. He was shocked. Had I not been flying the jet he may have even punched me. “I can’t believe you,” he said after I finished. “It just sort of all happened.” “So, what are you going to do?” Connor’s question rung in my ears. What was I going to do? “I don’t know.” “Are you a fucking moron? Who cares? So, she messaged you as her friend. Big deal. She had good intentions. She’s still hot and she’s sorry. You’re going to

pass up somebody who, from the sound of it, seems perfect for you? You’re an idiot.” I bit back a smile. “Why don’t you tell me how you really feel? Nah, I know man.” Before take off there was a message that came through on my phone, and somewhere over the Atlantic, I decided to check it. Another picture. This time it was of the Miami International Airport. The caption read: My most favorite place, and now everytime I come here, I think of you. Another picture was attached. An egg. A plane carved into the shell. The caption read: A little something to remind me of someone who means the world to me. Wherever you are, I’m thinking of you. Connor grabbed my phone, looked at the message, and then hit my arm. “You’re a fucking idiot. Get over it, and go after her.” He was right. I had to see her. “Control Center, Gulfstream thirty-two, level one-five thousand,” I spoke into the headset. Kayla was at the airport in Miami, I was sure of it. Waiting on her arrival. “What are you doing, man?” “Go ahead, Gulfstream thirty-two. This is Control,” the comptroller said through my headset. I shot a quick glance over to Connor with a smirk. I was going after my girl. “Permission to change course from Area E to MIA.” Connor shook his head and laughed as we waited for the comptroller to answer. “Permission granted.” With that, I set the new course for landing at Miami International Airport.

Chapter Eleven KAYLA I fucked up. Hardcore. I should have told him. So many times, I wanted to. But, instead I created a mess. He had every right in the world to hate me. I hated me. Sitting in the arrivals area of the Miami International Airport, just outside of security, I watched as families reunited with loved ones. A silent tear trickled down my cheek as I went over my options. Correction: option. My Aunt in Kentucky mentioned me spending time with her for a while. I loved it here in Florida. And I loved Belinda, but now was possibly time for a change. I liked him from that very first message, and now it had all turned to shit. Every message with the pictures attached had been ignored, so I gave up. It was obvious he wanted nothing to do with me. Why would he? I deserved it. I sunk into the blue chair across from the big screen with all the incoming flights. Grabbing my phone, I dialed Belinda’s number. “Hey.” “Kayla, what’s wrong?” “I’m thinking about heading to my aunt’s for a while.” “What? Right now? Where are you?” Belinda sounded in a panic. “I’m at the airport. I’m just thinking about everything. I think it might be time for a change,” I said.

“You listen to me. You can’t just up and leave me. What about the bakery? As for Erik, well he has a stick up his ass, and he’ll figure out his shit soon enough. Kayla, he cares about you,” she said, softening her voice on the last sentence. “I don’t know.” “Well, I’m not letting you make any crazy decisions right now. Why don’t you come home and we can order pizza and talk crap about men.” “Yeah, ok. Maybe you’re right.” I sat up in the chair, stretching my legs out. “I am right, and you love me.” I could tell she was smiling through the phone and it made me smile. “I do love you,” I said before hanging up. Glancing up at the throng of people coming through the security area, I watched as their loved ones greeted them. Then, there he was. His dark hair towered over the crowd. It couldn’t be him. Could it? Unable to get a clear view of the man that looked like Erik, I stood. He brushed past a few people, and his eyes met mine. It was Erik. Chills floated down my body as he moved closer. My eyes must have been playing tricks on me. From one of our conversations, I knew he normally landed the Gulfstream at the Executive Airport about twenty miles away. He stopped a few feet from me. “Kayla.” His husky voice sounded as if he had just ran through the whole airport. “Erik, what are you doing here?” I inched closer. “I had to see you.” He took one step in my direction. “Ok.” Did he want to yell more?

He slid his hands in the pockets of his navy suit pants. “Well, see, there’s this girl I kind of fell for, who likes carving eggs and sitting in airports. She made a mistake, but so did I.” My eyes widened at his unexpected words. “I should have told her how I felt and stopped with trying to hide my true feelings. And this girl, I kind of fell for, I never even got to taste her cookie.” His husky voice dropped lower, “And, you have no idea how bad I want to. I’m so sorry.” It took a minute for what he was saying to sink in. His thick lashed blue eyes searched mine, waiting for my reply. I smiled. “Well, you’re in luck Mr. Kickass pilot, I happen to have just the cookie for you to sample.” He smirked, his eyebrow raising. “Oh yeah?” “Yes. Why don’t we get out of here?” We stood toe to toe, and he cupped my cheeks with both hands. “Kayla, I really like you.” I reached out and slid my hands under his suit jacket, stepping closer. “You sure it’s not just my mad skills in the kitchen you’re attracted to?” “Yeah, I’m sure being with you I may have to start working out.” “Oh what, with this body you don’t work out?” I ran my hand over his ripped chest hiding beneath his pilot suit. So sexy. He wrapped me in his strong arms. I glanced up to him, gazing into his baby blues, laughing as he kissed my temple first, then landed his plump lips on mine.

Chapter Twelve ERIK We raced out of the airport, in search of her car. Her long blonde hair flew around her face as the sun caught her eyes in its rays. “I’ve missed you so much, baby girl.” Her pink tank rode up her sides as she lifted her arms around my neck. I kissed her hard, not wanting to ever stop. When the kiss broke, she smiled. “I’m so sorry.” I shook my head. “No more apologies.” We hopped into her blue Camry, and I directed her to my condo. When she pulled into the parking spot, I jumped out to get her door. Grabbing her, I wrapped my arms around her waist, kissing her neck, cheeks, then lips. “Why don’t we finish where we started?” I took her hand, leading her to the front door of my place. Before we even got inside, my hands were all over her. Touching and squeezing everywhere I could. Our lips met as she slammed the door and my heart raced. “Wrap your legs around me.” She jumped up and wrapped her legs around my waist, and I carried her to the bedroom. My heart thrummed unevenly, and fire burned in my veins. Finally, I could have her. After kissing down her neck, I tossed her on the bed. She pulled her tank off and flung it across the room. Her tits spilling out of the red lace bra she wore brought a low

growl from me as she reached around and unsnapped it. Her full breasts were revealed to me as she slid the straps down and threw her bra off. “Kayla, I need to be inside you, baby.” And I did. More than anything. She sat up on her knees, reached out, and slid down the zipper of my pants as she licked her full, hungry lips. “Oh, you want this.” I nodded toward my cock straining against the material of my briefs. “Yes.” She trailed a finger down the length of my cock, then pulled the waistband down and kissed the head. Oh fuck. I fisted her hair in my hand and tilted her face up to me. “It’s yours.” I pushed my pants off as she did the same. When I saw her matching red panties, I felt like I had died and gone to heaven. “Fuck, baby. Turn around and let me see your ass in those.” She turned, glancing over her shoulder at me. Fuck, the cheeks of her round ass peeked out of the sheer material that hugged her curves perfectly. Leaning down, I bit the exposed skin, then licked away the sting. I trailed my tongue up her spine and then kissed along her shoulder. “I didn’t know if I would ever get to see you like this,” I whispered in her ear. She leaned back against my chest, and I reached around to cup her breasts, grazing my thumbs over her nipples. “Erik, I’m so sorry for everything.” I licked along the shell of her ear, sucking the lobe into my mouth. “Make it up to me then.” Even though I already forgave her a million times over, there was still something I wanted to see her do. She turned to face me. “Anything.” “Lie back on the bed.”

She scooted up the bed with a look of uncertainty on her face. I pushed the waistband of my briefs down as she laid back. Her legs parted slightly as I watched her hand glide up her stomach to palm her breast. My cock grew to its full length when she gave her nipple a squeeze. “Do you remember the night I messaged you? And you touched yourself.” “Yes.” Her golden hair fanned across the navy comforter. “Were you lying like you are now?” “Yeah,” she murmured as she trailed her other hand up her leg. “Show me how you fucked your pussy.” Her eyes never wavered from mine as she slipped her fingers under her panties and started rubbing herself. Small circles. And then her hand dipped lower before moving back up. Oh, fuck, it was hot. She was hot. I loved watching her touch herself—watching her hips arch off the bed. I removed my briefs and stroked my cock, unable to turn away. She closed her eyes, moaning, as her hand moved faster. “That’s right, fuck your pussy for me. Play with your tits, too.” Her back arched off the bed. “Oh, God.” “This is how I touched myself that night.” I stroked my hand up the length of my dick. My abs clenched when I rubbed my thumb over the head. “All I could think of was fucking you. You, Kayla. Do you want me to bury my cock inside you?” Her eyes focused on my hand. “Yes.” She continued working herself into a frenzy and I stood, watching, stroking my cock a little faster.

Not wanting her to come yet, I grabbed her wrist, brought her fingers to my lips and sucked on them. Unable to wait any longer, I slid her panties down her tanned legs and grabbed a condom from the bedside dresser. Her pussy was dripping with need, and as I rubbed the condom on, I wanted her to know she was more to me than a fuck I needed to get out of my system. “Kayla, you’re fucking so much more than pretty,” I murmured. And she was. She was the girl I stayed up late with every night. The girl who I opened up to. The girl who pummeled my senses from every direction. She bit down on her lip, and I grabbed the black tie from my pilot’s uniform and tossed her a wicked smile. It was time to play. “Are you going to tie me up?” she asked. “Something like that.” I grabbed her ankle and yanked her further down the bed. “Remember, what I said would happen if you didn’t hold still?” She nodded. Working the tie around both ankles, I secured the knot. Climbing onto the bed, I sat up on my knees and lifted her bound legs. Her eyes widened when I slipped them over my head with her ankles tied together behind my neck. Running my cock up and down her slit was torture, I wanted to ram into her and finally get relief from this insatiable need I’d had for her since the first time I saw her. She moaned as I pushed the tip inside. My head fell forward. Fuck, she was so tight. My thighs trembled with the effort to take my time with her, but her moans only made me want to go deeper, harder. Unable to take it any longer, I thrust inside her as she screamed my name. “Holy fuck,” she panted. Braced on one arm, I reached my hand back and slapped her firm, little ass.

I was in control of her. Of her pleasure. I focused on every button and gauged her reaction to every touch. She opened her legs and her bound ankles slipped further down my back. Pressing her heels into my ass, she pushed me in further. I shoved in deeper, harder until I was planted all the way inside her. “Yes. Yes,” she cried out. I wrapped my hands into her hair as I found the perfect tempo to pump into her. This was what I’d been waiting for, and it was so much better than I ever could have dreamed. She felt too damn good. My body, like a live wire, zapped and sparked at her every touch. I reached down to circle her clit as my eyes trained on the union of our bodies. Mesmerized by the sight, I braced on one arm to continue watching my cock fill her tight pussy. “My cock is so wet from you. You’re dripping all over it.” I memorized everything about her. The way her back arched. Her hooded eyes watching me. How she bit her bottom lip in her teeth. Her tits bouncing with each thrust. Everything about her was fucking hot. I was so glad I met this girl. All the messages and pain of not knowing it was her faded in the background as I brought her body closer to climax. “Squeeze my cock with your wet cunt.” The moment her body took off, I was lost. Her moans echoed in the room as she closed her eyes. Her nails dug into my skin, scratching, marking me, igniting my speed. She was fucking amazing. “That’s right, take this cock and come all over it.” My orgasm was so close, but I wanted to make sure she was well past seeing stars before I shot off. “I like

you so damn much, Kayla.” Little spasms from her pussy clenched my cock and her climax kept going as all the blood in my body traveled south to my dick. With her smile, I lost it. Completely. Shudders racked my body as my orgasm soared, gaining altitude, and I came so fucking hard. Her pussy milked every drop. I reached my hand behind and freed her ankles. I dropped down and trailed kisses over her face and then pulled her into me. I never wanted to let her go. Or, in pilot lingo—everything about her was definitely first class, and I knew this thing with her was a one-way ticket. Yeah, yeah, I know. At least I didn’t go for the cockpit innuendo. *** “So, I have this wedding,” I started, once I had made her come again. This time all over my face. “Oh, right, the wedding. Are you asking me to go?” “You’re damn right I am.” She grinned, snuggling in closer to me. “In that case, I’ll check my calendar.”

Chapter Thirteen KAYLA As I watched Steffie walk down the aisle, I grabbed Erik’s hand and gave it a little squeeze. The past week had been amazing, and I was so happy being here with him. Although we had a rough start, I couldn’t wait to meet Steffie. When I first decided to put Belinda on the Cupid’s Happy Hearts dating app, I had the best intentions for her. Her friendship over the years had helped me through a lot. She was the one person who always saw me for the real me. Losing my parents was the worst thing ever to happen to me, and Belinda was my rock. She deserved to find someone, and one day I hope she does. But, next time, there will be no meddling from me. While watching Steffie and her groom say their ‘I do’s’, I leaned close to Erik’s ear. “She looks great.” He raised his eyebrow at me, and I laughed. Quietly, of course. Honestly, she did look great. She was in love, and it showed. Funny how we search for love, but sometimes it finds us instead. I wasn’t searching for Erik but found him anyway. Handling Belinda’s messages was a no brainer. She needed the little push to engage. When Erik’s message

came through, I thought he’d be perfect for her. He was funny, and his profile picture wasn’t bad either. I only planned to flirt a little to gain interest. Then when I talked Belinda into the date…she seemed excited to go. When she came home from the first date, she wasn’t sold on him. I was shocked. How could she not be? I didn’t give up, but seeing him in person was when something changed in me. I couldn’t stop messaging him. I couldn’t get enough of him. Finding out my boyfriend was cheating on me was a low blow and a shot straight to my self-esteem. Looking back, it had been over for a while between us, but it still hurt. Talking to Erik distracted me. It took my mind off it. I didn’t know how to tell Belinda or Erik what was going on in my head and heart. Then I needed to decide, should I let her have this amazing man? Should I keep pushing for them to be together? She deserved him. I wanted her to have everything. On the double date, I thought they were hitting it off. I thought for a moment she’d changed her mind, and I was ready to walk away. I wanted her to have it all…with him. He could make her happy. But, when she wanted to go home, I pulled her aside. I asked her what she was doing. “Belinda, Erik is a great guy,” I said outside of the club. “Well, you date him. He isn’t the one for me.” “I have a confession.” I spilled my guts to her. Every detail about the site, the messages, the feelings…all of it.

Surprisingly she was fine with it. She told me to go for it with him. So, when he met me in the hallway, I kissed him. I wanted to go to his house, but I had to make sure he didn’t like her. That he wasn’t harboring some crush on her. That night. Oh, god, that night. It was so wrong. Every part of it. But, I couldn’t stop. I had intended on telling him the truth in the messages, but everything escalated so quickly. Well, you know the rest. After the ceremony, we made our way, hand in hand, to the reception area. His mother rushed over to us and pulled Erik in for a hug. “Wasn’t the wedding lovely, Erik?” she beamed. “Yeah, it was. Mom, this is Kayla.” I smiled and she reached in and hugged me. Her hug and happiness to meet me was so sincere it almost made me cry. It made me miss my own mother. We chatted with her for a few minutes and then went to the bar. Erik ordered me a Cape Cod, and as I took a sip, two women approached, both with their eyes glued on me. They stopped in front us. “Wow. Good job, Erik,” said a girl who looked exactly like Erik. No doubt the twin he’d mentioned. I smiled at her. “Lexi, I’m guessing.” “That’s me, the better twin.” She winked at me. “You’re gorgeous. Let’s go show you off,” she said. Erik slipped his arm around my waist and pulled me in close. “Calm down, Lexi.” He then introduced me to his younger sister, Marley. She was very pretty, and I chatted to her about going away to college. She was set to head to New York in the fall to start school. Pre-med. Her brown hair fell down the middle of her back as she laughed along with Lexi.

“Okay, enough chit chat,” Lexi said. “Let’s go introduce you to the happy bride.” I glanced over at Eric. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, “You don’t have to go and meet her. I no longer care what she thinks or anything about parading someone around to make her mad.” I leaned up on my tiptoes and kissed his cheek. “Well, we came all the way here. Might as well go say hello.” “Too late, dammit,” Lexi said as the guests began taking their seats. I laughed and we went and found our table. After a while, the bride and groom were introduced into the room. I sat between Erik and Marley as we listened to the best man and maid-of-honor give their toasts. Erik wrapped his arm around me, and I smiled at him. We dined, and I couldn’t stop laughing as Lexi told crazy stories, one after another. Steffie and her husband were making their rounds, stopping at each table to say their hellos. Before they reached our table, Erik leaned in and asked, “Want to dance?” “Absolutely.” He led me to the dance floor and when the song ended, we were standing face to face with Steffie and her new husband. “Erik,” Steffie said. “Steffie.” He introduced me to her as she introduced her husband, Mark, to us. I reached out my hand and shook hers. “You look amazing. I really wish you and Mark all the happiness in the world.” Erik smiled, and as we walked away he leaned closer to me. “That was so sweet of you. Almost as sweet as your cookie.”

I laughed. “Well, that’s what you do when someone gives up a wonderful guy like you.” He cupped my cheek and drew me in for a kiss. “How about we sneak out of here and go play that naughty flight attendant game?” I was wet instantly at the sound of his raspy voice. God, I loved his voice. I grabbed his hand. “Let’s go, Mr. Kickass Pilot. I’m feeling very naughty.” Our story was far from over, but this was it for now.

The End

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