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“Why does Cash Kingsley think I’m straight when you know I’m not? Like, definitely not.” “Maybe you give off a super-straight vibe?” “Bitch, please.”
Oh God, I have a crush on a dude who was in a boy band. Kill me now.
If he was anyone else besides Kaylee’s nanny, I’d probably crawl into his lap and offer myself up as a snack.
I don’t know which of us moves first, but the next thing I know, we’re leaning into each other, so close I can feel his breath on my skin.
Ryder smells me again, and fuck, my cock likes that more than it should.
Oh, holy mother of … everything holy. Ryder’s mouth comes down on mine for the type of sweet torture I’ve only ever fantasized about. Ryder Kennedy is kissing me.
I’m not sure if he pulls me to him or if I take the lead, but his lips feel familiar. Like I’ve kissed him a million times over a hundred lifetimes.
With Lyric’s lips on mine, it’s hard to remember why I have my no-dating rule. When we’re like this, pressed against each other, grinding and feeling each other up, it’s easy to forget who I am.
“Cash and I never did anything outside of the studio. He has the emotional reach of a vibrating dildo.”
Instead of trying to smooth that out, I lean down to kiss him again, and I try to put everything I feel for him into it.
His mouth comes crashing down on mine, strong and full of that spark only he seems to draw out of me.
“You drive me crazy.” I capture his lips. The leather seats squeak as we grope and try to get closer, but there is absolutely no room in here.
The water beats down on us, and when he leans in to kiss me, his lips are soft, warm, and wet.
He closes the gap, and I breathe him in. His mouth is warm and intoxicating.
“Sweetie, if someone tells you that you should smile, what do you say?” “Give me a reason to.”
“You can borrow my clothes,” Kaylee says. “Lyric wears Daddy’s clothes all the time. They’re going to get married like us!”
“I’m doing it because I want to be with you! Properly. I mean, you said I was your boyfriend, and you didn’t hide it from Harley that we’re together, or at least sleeping together. I know you hate labels, but I want one, okay? I want one with you. I want you and Kaylee to be my family, and I want to do these things together. I want to make decisions together. I want to be included. I don’t think I’ve pushed, and maybe this is too much, but fuck, Ryd—”
Our mouths crash together in an ungraceful mash of teeth and tongues and lips.
He pulls me on top of him, and I straddle his thighs awkwardly on the chair. He cups the back of my head and then leans up to meld his mouth with mine.
I watch as Lyric takes out my cock, slips it between his lips, and sucks on the head. Ripples of need travel down my shaft and into my balls. Tingles break across my skin, making me shudder.
