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  Kimber moved to rejoin the game but Jay latched onto her upper arm and dragged her into the hallway, ignoring her sputters of protest. He spun her around and clamped his hands on her shoulders. “What the fuck are you doing?”

  “Me? What the fuck are you doing?” She batted at his grip.

  “I can tell you what I’m not doing, and that’s fucking total strangers in closets for the entertainment of everyone else outside.”

  “We didn’t fuck.” Kimber’s expression could’ve frozen Hell twice over. “It’s called Seven Minutes in Heaven. When you spin the bottle and it lands on the same person three times, you have to go in the closet together for seven minutes and make out. So what?”

  “Can you hear what you’re saying? What are you, thirteen?”

  “What are you, a cop?” Her struggles in his grasp increased in violence. “I want to have some fun for once. Why is that such a crime?” She licked her lips, swollen from kissing, her tone taking a desperate edge. “Why am I not allowed to feel good ever?”

  Before Jay could respond, Moquest raced over like he’d been running for hours. “I have the greatest come-on. Ready?” He turned to a nearby waif downing the contents of her red plastic cup in one fluid motion. “If you were a pile of bricks, I’d lay you in a second.”

  The waif’s cheeks puffed and she lurched forward, spit the mouthful of whatever concoction she’d just taken on the hardwood floor, and exploded with laughter. Kimber took the distraction as an opportunity to wrench from Jay’s hold and scamper back to the Spin the Bottle game.

  “Oh well.” Moquest’s shoulders slumped. “Back to the drawing board.”

  Jay sucked in a sharp, shaky gulp as he tore a hand through his messy hair and struggled to regain control. Then again, when it came to Kimber, maybe that was impossible.

  Moquest shook off the rejection and looked from Jay to Kimber then back again, his jaw set. “That does it. Time to make things interesting.” He approached the game and grabbed Kimber’s hand, tugging her to her feet. “Everyone, this is Kimber. Kimber, this is everyone.”

  “Hi, Kimber!” The majority of the guests raised their drinks in greeting, and she responded with a shy albeit happy wave as she tucked her hair behind her ears.

  “She is very interested in making out with a handsome stranger.” Moquest turned to her. “Aren’t you, Kimber?”

  Her eyes widened and her cheeks turned pink. She opened her mouth to reply, but Moquest added, “She’s so interested, in fact, she’s agreed to let me blindfold her, send her to my room then pick someone to be her mystery lover. Pretty sweet, right?”

  “What! I never-”

  Moquest silenced Kimber’s outburst with a finger to her lips as the partygoers let out shouts of bawdy encouragement. Jay surpassed astonishment as Kimber pushed Moquest’s hand away from her mouth and laughed, otherwise not protesting. Was this seriously happening?

  “Come on, Kimmy.” Moquest draped an arm around Kimber’s shoulders and directed her toward the staircase. “Let’s get ready for your surprise.” He led her to the second floor, pausing to yell to the other guests, “Y’all fight nice over who gets to rock her world now!”

  Jay leaned heavy against the wall, feeling the situation spiral further and further from him. What could he do? There were no options left, except perhaps throttling Moquest the first chance he got.

  A few moments later, Moquest materialized in front of him wearing a smile most often reserved only for patron saints. “There you are,” he said with smug benevolence. “In case you haven’t heard, I got something waiting for you upstairs.”

  “You’re a real asshole, you know that? Call this off.”

  “I’m busy being a good host. You go call it off.” Moquest smirked. “If you’re not back in five minutes, I won’t send help.”

  Jay stared daggers at his friend’s back as Moquest loped off, trying more random pick-up lines on passing female guests. He took a few deep breaths before ascending the staircase, formulating the speech he intended to deliver once he saw Kimber. This behavior was insane, dangerous, disgusting. But with every stair came the reminder of Moquest’s obvious intent in arranging this opportunity, and both his knees and resolve weakened.

  No! He refused to this of it as an opportunity; it wasn’t, it couldn’t be. It’d be wrong to consider it as such-this was Kimber.

  And it was that very argument against the situation that warped into his reason in favor of it as he opened the door. In the dim red light coming from the lamp on the nightstand, he saw Kimber perched on the edge of the bed, chewing her bottom lip, trembling, the blindfold in place.

  Jay sucked in a breath as the magnitude of the moment slammed into him. This was unreal. She looked perfect and she was his for the taking. No one would ever have to know the truth. If this was a perfect world where consequences were unheard of, wouldn’t he take this chance? Hell yes he would, especially if he knew the chance would never come along again. It’s not like Kimber wasn’t willing; she was ready to do anything with any old fuck.

  Oh God. Was he actually justifying this? Was he actually talking himself into it?

  He shut the door with a soft click and turned the lock, and Kimber straightened, alert. She licked her lips and he realized that he could be doing the same in just seconds. He was the only one holding himself back.

  She cleared her throat. “Hi,” she said, her voice soft.

  The sound rolled through him, mixed with pity and affection. Who says hi at a time like this? She was in over her head-they both were. He couldn’t let anyone in this room to get to her; he didn’t trust them not to take advantage of her. So why didn’t he speak up and say so? Say anything?

  He remained still, watching as Kimber rose and took slow, careful steps toward the door. “Where are you?” she whispered.

  Jay stretched his hand out, sliding it in hers, shivering as a jolt rippled through his fingers and up his arm at her touch. She stepped closer, just inches from him, and her smell obliterated his senses, leaving the memory of their kiss in the woods and how easily that kiss could happen again if he wanted it to. And he definitely wanted it to.

  Her hand left his and touched his face, and her forehead creased; he knew she was trying to figure out who he was. Confident she’d never guess, he closed his eyes as her fingers quested over his cheeks, his nose, his jaw, his lips. Why should he feel confident? Why was that a good thing? What was he actually debating on doing?

  Before he could admit his intentions to himself, Kimber cupped his face and kissed him, effectively murdering his ability to think beyond the moment. Swallowing a groan, he wrapped his arms around her, tugging her closer as he deepened the kiss, exploring her mouth with his tongue, teeth, and lips. God, she tasted so fucking incredible, better than he’d imagined. Their last kiss had been good, but he’d been so focused on making it happen he hadn’t had the chance to truly experience it. Now that she was so willing, he had all the time in the world to do just that.

  Kimber pulled away with a soft sigh. “Man,” she said softly, the awe in that single word weakening his willpower further.

  What the fuck was he doing? This was deceitful and wrong. He couldn’t do this; she was his best friend. She trusted him. He couldn’t be like all the other horny fucktards at this party, ready to use her however they saw fit. He was in love with her, and people didn’t do this sort of thing to the one they loved.

  Or did they?

  Kimber gave a greedy, impatient whimper in response to his sudden detachment and wound her arms around his neck, finding his mouth with hers again. Unable to resist, he encircled her with his arms and kissed her back. Damn, she really wanted this to happen. And she felt so unbelievably good. He could feel the heat emanating from her body beneath her dress, and her skin was so soft. He could so easily get addicted to this, to her, if he wasn’t already.

  That didn’t make the situation less wrong. He never wanted her to want him under pretenses, and that’s exactly what this was. His
mind throbbed, commanding him to let her go, but his body had a different agenda as he backed Kimber toward the bed. They both tumbled on the mattress, which squeaked in protest, and she entwined her legs around his waist, pulling him tight against her, her dress bunching around her upper thighs. The only thing separating him from entering her was their clothes, and that problem could be resolved easily enough.

  “Oh fuck.” The words left him in a breathy rush before he could stop them, and his spine stiffened as he remembered he spoke aloud, giving himself away, but Kimber still didn’t seem to know it was him. Why would she? She didn’t know him like this. The reminder made him bold as he pressed his cock against the crotch of her panties, thrilling to how she broke their kiss to release a gasp. He vowed to do more than make her breath catch. That is, if he wanted to go through with what was in danger of happening.

  He rocked against her, wanting to make her scream as he stroked his way up the outside of her thighs, the dress riding higher and puddling just under her belly button and revealing lacy, black boy-cut panties. The sight was one straight from his wet dreams. His control rapidly deteriorated, and his desires overruled his ethics as she reached beneath herself to untie the back of her dress, making it possible to slip it off her body with ease. He sat back for a moment, staring at her. Her blonde hair was a bird’s nest, her lips were puffy and pouting from kissing, and the black blindfold remained in place. Her bra matched her panties, and she looked so damn appetizing, he had no idea how he could just walk away now.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked, suddenly sounding shy.

  He cleared his throat. “Nothing.” He forced his voice to a husky, indistinguishable growl. “You’re perfect.”

  Jay caressed her everywhere, taking the time to study her by the light of the one red bulb and enjoying the needy twitches of her body. He wanted to memorize her. A sprinkle of freckles of her chest reminded him of the Andromeda constellation. There was a small mole on her ribcage that he’d never noticed before. She had two white scars on her left knee, likely leftover from childhood. His breath came faster at the thought of everything else about her he had left to discover.

  He unclipped her bra and peeled the fabric from her skin, and his mind clouded, seeing her small, bare breasts topped with light areolae for the first time. Unable to help himself, he lowered his head, capturing a hardened peak in his mouth, and she groaned, arching her back upward, pressing herself against him. His brain refused to comprehend what was transpiring. He turned his attention to Kimber’s other nipple, fueled by her responses and acting on instinct and want. Logic and morality had never been so foreign to him.

  As he savored and kissed his way to her belly button, he tried to rationalize what he was about to do next. Kimber was going to go ahead with this anyway, right? Wouldn’t it be better if it were him than some other guy who could be crawling with diseases and might treat her as if she were disposable? He couldn’t let that happen to her, especially after all that shit she went through with Dane. She deserved to be with someone who respected her, who cared if she got off, who understood that this wasn’t just a game.

  This line of thinking brought him to the waistband of her panties, and he glanced up at her, seeking signs of hesitance but saw none. She’d tilted her head back and was chewing her bottom lip as she teased her nipples with her fingers, her hips twitching slightly in anticipation. There really was no going back now.

  He took a deep breath for courage, peeled aside the crotch of her panties and flicked her swollen clit with his tongue. Her whole body jerked at the sudden contact and a choked oh left her mouth. The reaction urged him on, and he batted his tongue against her clit, his efforts slowly building in speed. He couldn’t believe he had his head between Kimber’s legs, couldn’t believe he now knew how her cunt tasted, how she sounded when she groaned in pleasure. His cock throbbed to the thought of her climaxing because of him.

  Jay teased her clit with his lips as he slid a finger inside her, and she released a moan in response. He worked up a rhythm with his hand and mouth. She was so wet, hot, and tight, and he pictured how her slick walls would feel around his cock.

  “Oh God.” Kimber arched toward the ceiling, pushing her cunt farther against him. Her breath came in pants, and she gave a whimper every time he dipped his finger deep inside her. “Oh God, oh God.”

  The sound of her had him embarrassingly close to coming himself. He added a second finger with his next thrust, wanting nothing more than to fuck her-really fuck her, in a way he was pretty sure Dane never had. Kimber’s oohs and “oh Gods” grew in frequency and pitch, and he was determined to see this through to her satisfaction. He maintained a steady rhythm until Kimber shuddered and the muscles of her cunt clenched and unclenched his fingers.

  Jay rose, kissing his way up her stomach, his body heavy with unsatiated lust. When he arrived at her mouth, she gave him a greedy kiss. Then she broke away.

  “Do you want to fuck me?” she murmured against his lips.

  He could hear himself swallow and his mouth went dry. He tried to respond but no words escaped. How could he answer that honestly? Wasn’t that taking it a bit too far?

  “Because I really want you to fuck me.” She punctuated her request with a kiss, and he kissed her back, distracted beyond comprehension. Every nerve in his body screamed warring decisions.

  “You sure?” he finally whispered, his voice scratchy and low.

  “Mmm-hmm.” She tightened her legs around him, emphasizing her decision.

  He drew away, his heart hammering as he fumbled in his jeans pocket for the condom Moquest had given him earlier when he’d found out Jay was bringing Nicole-the sure thing-to the party. Nicole-he’d forgotten about her. He’d forgotten a lot of things in the past half hour, it seemed.

  As he unzipped his pants and rolled on the condom, he thought of how much shit he was in. Prior to this everything could be blamed on the heat of the moment, albeit barely. What was about to transpire seemed different-premeditated. If he was honest with himself, wasn’t this whole evening premeditated? Hadn’t he known all along what would happen and he did nothing to stop it?

  He glanced at Kimber, pulling her knees up to her chest to more easily slip off her panties. There she was, offering herself to him on a silver platter. Was he really too polite not to dig in? She was completely bereft of clothes and brimming with want-for him.

  On the other hand, how could he do this to her? He was forsaking their friendship for one moment of insanity. But he couldn’t imagine leaving now, conscience be damned. Something about that option, no matter if it was the moral high road, didn’t feel right for so many reasons.

  Unable to resist, Jay returned to the space between her legs, wondering if she could hear his heart. He bit his lip, feeling her skin brush the hardness of his cock. How could any of this be real? She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him close. Knowing what was true in his own heart, he positioned himself at her entrance and pushed inside.

  He couldn’t prevent the groan at the feel of her encompassing him so completely; he couldn’t have imagined it any better. She moaned at the initial contact, locking her ankles at the small of his back as he withdrew and returned to her. The moment was surreal but better than a dream. His thrusts were slow, deep, and measured, intended to build and bring her pleasure and stave off his own orgasm, which drew closer every second.

  Kimber wasn’t making it any easier for him, with her breathy whimpers in his ear, the way her body felt against and moved in time with his, and how she clutched his back, nicking his skin with her fingernails. He buried his face in the side of her neck, trying to hold onto his last scrap of control, but her scent and her voice and her entire entity consumed him, making it impossible to do much more than speed up the rhythm he created.

  “Oh God.” Kimber was definitely an Oh God kind of girl. She bucked into him. “Oh God. More…”

  He gritted his teeth, not knowing if he could handle much more. But he obliged,
slamming in and out of her, trying his best not to think about her “oh Gods” in his ear and how slick and tight she was and how her cunt was clenching around his cock, wringing the rest of his control from his body. Jay stifled his groans in her hair as he came in response to her second climax of the evening. Then he squeezed his eyes shut as reality pushed back to him, replacing the peace following his orgasm, and he reluctantly withdrew from her, already missing her touch.

  Jay dressed quickly, hating himself for so many reasons as she struggled to a sitting position.

  “Where are you going?” she asked. “Are you leaving just like that?” She moved to take off the blindfold.

  “No!” He hit the light switch, plunging them into complete darkness, and zipped his pants. “I’m sorry,” he croaked and darted from the room, ducking inside the bathroom to get rid of the condom and regain both his composure and his sense of self.

  Back there, he could’ve been anybody to Kimber. What’s worse was that he’d treated her like he was.

  Chapter Four

  Before last night, Kimber had never been fucked before.

  She didn’t even count the brief, unmemorable encounters she’d had before Dane, with whom she’d come the closest to simulating sex. They’d indulge in the obligatory routine of kissing this, groping that, licking and sucking until their tongues got tired. Then he’d wrap his dick in latex and slide it inside her, and it’d feel okay. Sometimes he’d hit the right spot in the midst of his erratic thrusting, and sometimes she’d near a climax. Then he’d shudder with a groan and pause, resting his sweaty forehead against her collarbone, and she’d fight waves of impatience and frustration and rage at how fucking unfair he was. But he’d kiss her and tell her how amazing she was and that he loved her, and no one had ever told her that. He made her feel like a sex goddess, and for a moment, that power would overshadow her dissatisfaction and she’d forget that he could sleep easy with the knowledge he’d never once made her come. She construed her sexual pleasure a low priority, prided herself on her prowess, and moved on.