This was a ton of fun to write. My friend, and fellow author, Sionna Trenz, invited me and another friend to write a scene for her book, Psychic Storm.
Sionna writes Urban Fantasy. Want to know what she did with this sexy short?
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“Want to be my wingman tonight?” I leaned toward the mirror and applied another layer of mascara. When Killian didn’t answer, I looked up and caught his frowning countenance in the mirror. My stomach dropped and I turned to face him defiantly. “What? Only you’re allowed to get fucked?”
“No,” he replied easily as he walked toward me. “You’re allowed.”
Standing across the room from him, I could dismiss his height and the breadth of his shoulders. I could ignore the smell of his aftershave, the pinpricks of dark stubble that covered his square jaw, and the fullness of his lips. I could pretend his eyes didn’t pierce me to my soul with longing for something I could never have.
When he stood in front of me and pinched my chin between his thumb and his index finger, exactly the way he had from the moment we met five years ago when I was having a particularly bad day, and he tipped up my chin and became my favorite person, there was no avoiding the fact that I wanted him.
My best friend.
In the worst way.
“I’ll make sure you get what you need,” he murmured, a small smile on his handsome face.
Oh, God! That meant he was going to pick someone up tonight. Please, Lord, have mercy and let me leave first. I didn’t need the visual. He’d given me more than enough material to cry over throughout the duration of our friendship.
I pulled my chin out of his grasp and tore my gaze from his. “Well,” I cleared my throat and shook the errant thoughts from my head. “Let’s go, then.”
Two hours later, far from being my favorite person, he was number one on my shit list.
Killian stuck to me like glue the entire night. When he finally went to the bathroom, I saw my chance. Tall, dark, and handsome, a gorgeous specimen who looked like he could have been Killian’s first cousin, caught my eye.
Within a few minutes, TDH was perched beside me, his interest clear in his eyes. And with the way he was looking at me, he looked like he could bring home the goods.
Unfortunately, Killian chose that moment to return with a slide of his hand over the small of my back, and a kiss to my temple. With a brief look, a small smile and a nod to Killian over my head, TDH took his leave.
“What are you doing?” I hissed.
Killian tipped his chin back to take a swig of his beer, never taking his eyes from mine.
I swallowed hard, taking in his firm lips wrapped around the rim of the bottle.
“I told you. I’ve got you covered.”
My eyes snapped up to his. I couldn’t read the expression in them. Was he fucking amused? “You’re not picking for me, Killian!”
“Well, if I was, it wouldn’t be that guy,” he muttered back, utterly unrepentant. He tipped his bottle toward a built, blond, god in the corner. “What about that guy?”
I turned to look at the man he chose. “He’s nice,” I grumbled.
Killian spoke from behind me, his mouth brushing the shell of my ear and sending a burst of lust clear through my entire body. “I think you prefer tall, dark, and handsome…am I right?”
His breath sent goosebumps over my chest, my nipples tightened, and I spun, mouth gaping, to take in Killian’s face close to mine. He was fucking amused! Had he known how I felt about him this entire time?
I watched her.
Tonight was the night.
Every time a woman came within three feet of me, Violet tensed.
Over the past six months, since the night I watched my Violet walk out of a bar with another man, I knew. Perhaps I’d always known, but never being sure of her feelings, I hid my own.
Hiding them was becoming difficult. Not tearing the head off of any man that dared approach, was nearly impossible. Watching her walk away with another man? Well, let’s just say I was prepared to lose her friendship rather than witness that again.
All or nothing.
Standing here in front of her, her mouth gaping open, her brain spinning furiously behind those gorgeous eyes, I wondered if she’d finally put the pieces together.
What about a little test?
I leaned toward her, testing the waters. Her lids dropped and her little tongue darted out to wet her bottom lip, then she drew back, gave herself a little shake, and swung her furious gaze up to mine.
“What are you playing at?” she hissed.
Without waiting for a response, she spun and headed for the door.
I followed along behind her. Her curvy ass swinging with indignation as she marched down the street toward her house. When she reached her door, she looked back, her look of hurt morphing into one of surprise at the sight of me only twenty paces behind her. She turned away, a look of disgust on her face, but left the door open.
I took a deep breath, walked inside, and locked the door behind me, the slide of the lock echoing the knowledge inside me that there was no turning back.
Rounding the corner into the living room, I found her pacing and agitated, her hands curled into fists. She glared at me and asked again, “What are you playing at?”
Without slowing or stopping, I headed straight for her.
Grasping her around the back of her neck, I curled my hand around her ribs and pulled her against my chest.
Hope flashed for but a moment before her anger rose to her rescue. She curled her fingers into my biceps and began to push away.
I tightened my grip on her hair and she gasped, her eyes widening with shock.
Dipping my head, I stopped a breath away from her gasping mouth.
“I’m not playing.” I didn’t recognize my own voice. The need for her had been pent up for too long. “When I say, I’ll make sure you get what you need, I mean, I will make sure you get what you need. You feel me?”
She stared at me for several moments. Moments in which I barely breathed, my heart tripping over the line I’d drawn between us. Moments that twisted the coil of desire inside me tighter.
Finally, she tried to nod, but my grip on the back of her hair was too tight.
“Use your fucking words, Violet. Do you feel me?” I bit out each word.
“Yes,” she huffed. “I feel you.”
“You want this?”
Her eyes darted back and forth.
“Violet, we’ll figure out what this is in a minute. Do you want me?”
“Yes,” she rasped.
“Thank, fuck,” I groaned and lowered my mouth to hers.
Softly at first, giving her time to change her mind, I brushed my lips over hers.
Her sweet mouth trembled under mine, her little fingers dug into my arms, the small bite of pain, exquisite.
Touching her, finally, was unreal. I’d given her dozens of hugs over the years, but nothing prepared me for the way her body yielded to mine. I wrapped one arm around her back and lowered my other hand to her ass, pulling her lush body flush against me.
Her eyes flew open. “Killian!”
I held her gaze as I ground my erection into her stomach, and watched as her eyelids fluttered shut. Squeezing her ass, I pulled her closer as I slowly backed her up toward her bedroom.
She ran her hands up my arms and grasped the back of my neck. “Oh my gosh, Killian, what are we doing?”
“Something I should have done years ago,” I muttered against the soft skin of her throat. “I thought we could be friends.” I dropped gentle kisses along the side of her neck as I crossed the threshold into her room. “We were friends, are friends, but I can’t see you with someone else.”
She softened, the tension draining from her body, and lifted her mouth to mine.
I dipped my knees, cupped her face in my palms, and kissed her the way she deserved to be kissed, the way I’d dreamed of kissing her for longer than I cared to admit.
Her taste, finally.
Her soft lips, finally.
Oh, fuck, that little sound she makes in her throat, fucking finally.
It was that soft little mewl that stole the remainder of my control. Grasping the hem of her shirt, I ripped it up over her head. Pinching the back of her bra open, I tore the straps down off her arms. Turning her to face away from me, I dropped my hands to the button of her jeans and made short work of those as well.
Teeny, tiny panties. To think she put those on for somebody else. I pushed her shoulders down and held her chest down to the bed as I ran my hand over the lush curve of her ass.
“I like these, but I hate that you put them on for somebody else.” Tucking my fingers under the side, I gave a sharp tug, eliciting a sharper gasp, and they fell to the floor.
“Oh, god, Killian,” she moaned. “I never dreamed you’d be like this.”
“I’m not,” I muttered. “I’m a fucking gentleman.” I moved in behind her and licked a line up her spine. “Spread your legs.”
She complied immediately.
I grabbed a handful of her ass. “This ass drives me crazy. So fucking sassy, always fucking walking away from me.” I dragged my fingers through the crevice of her ass and dipped into her wet before slowly circling her clit.
She panted out my name and arched her back, pushing back into my hand.
I groaned then thought, again, about how she’d planned on going home with someone else. I stared the fucker down myself. He’s fucking lucky he got the message.
“You dress this ass and this pussy for me, no one else.” I drew my hand back and slapped the plump flesh, startling myself with the strength of my desire to leave my mark on her.
She pushed off the bed in a flurry of limbs. Spinning, her hair a tangled mess, her face flushed, lips parted, she stared at me in shock for a single second before throwing herself into my arms.
Hands and legs and teeth and tongue, she went at me.
I heaved her up with my hands on her tush and she wrapped her legs around me, pushing herself up with strong thighs to hold my head still while she plundered my mouth.
“Get your clothes off,” she demanded.
With my hands to her ribs, I lowered her down but she wouldn’t release my mouth.
I ripped my shirt over my head, disengaging for half a second before finding her mouth again, while her busy hands opened my jeans and plunged inside to wrap around my cock.
Fuck, I wasn’t going to last. I backed away from her grasp, stepped out of my jeans, and dropped my shorts on the floor before pinning her eager hands together in one of mine. Pushing her back onto the bed, I crawled up between her soft thighs, and spread them wide with my knees.
With her hands locked together over her head, her face flushed, and her thighs open around me, it was all I could do not to fuck her into the mattress with no care for her pleasure.
“Leave your hands where they are,” I demanded, waiting for her quick nod before releasing her wrists.
I stared down into her eyes as I slowly dragged my hand along the length of her arm to her breast. I watched her pupils dilate when I tweaked her nipple, felt her arch up as I sucked it deep into my mouth, before attending to her other breast with the same care.
“Killian,” she breathed in wonder.
“Yes, my flower,” I murmured back. “Yes.”
Resting on one elbow, I covered her mouth with mine, while my hand slowly made its way over her ribs and across her stomach to cup her mons.
Her breath quickened and she dug her heels into the bed, pushing her pussy into my hand.
I swirled through the wet, listened for her breath, watched her face. I dipped my thick finger into her tight channel and dragged all that sweet wet up to her clit. Circling and press, circle and press, circle and press, her legs shook.
I licked across her parted lips and she gasped me inside.
Delving inside, tasting, testing, circling, pressing.
Arching, moaning, quivering, pleading.
I dropped my head, nipped her rosy breast and plunged two fingers inside her, my cock swelling from the sound of her cries. I brushed my thumb across her clit and she arched off the bed. Covering her mouth with mine, I gently wrung every last tremor from her body until she lay limp and sated beneath me.
“Can I move my hands?” She asked, her voice husky.
I quirked a half smile. “Yes.”
She looped her arms around my neck and stared up at me, her eyes serious. “Kill? What about you? You don’t want to…” Her voice trailed off, and a look of uncertainty clouded her eyes.
I rushed to reassure her. “I meant what I said.” I covered her pussy gently with my palm. “If I fuck you, this is mine.”
“It’s always been yours,” she whispered, her heart in her eyes.
Moving to cover her, I lined up and slowly, and inch by sweetly agonizing inch, I claimed my flower.