The Boys Who Loved Me - Krista Wolf Page 0,11

them piercing whatever veil of bullshit I was about to give him. Adrian and I were always like that. When it came to the two of us, there were no secrets.

“I’ve been bouncing around California,” I admitted. “I did some waitressing, some bartending, some other odd jobs. Got as far south as Santa Barbara, but ended up in Big Sur managing a surf shop.”

His expression went skeptical. “A surf shop?”

“Yeah,” I said nervously. “You should come down sometime. I’ll hook you up with some lessons.”

Adrian leaned in even closer, and my heart began thundering away in my chest. I was leaning too. It was automatic.

“Kayla…”

He whispered my name, and with the whisper came an even more intoxicating whiff of his scent. Memories rushed back, full force. Good memories. Incredible memories…

“I’m not the surfing type,” he murmured.

Chills ran through me. Like he’d breathed hot breath down the back of my neck.

“I— I know.”

Holy shit! What the fuck was I even saying? All of a sudden my body was trembling all over.

“Know what type I am?”

I knew the question didn’t require an answer. I tried anyway, but my brain could barely connect with my mouth to form a complete sentence.

“You… umm…”

He dropped his hand on my knee and I jumped. It was like being struck by lightning.

“I think I need to use the restroom,” Adrian said abruptly.

The particular combination of words sent a flash of heat straight through me. A flock of butterflies erupted somewhere deep in my stomach.

“What about you?” he asked. “You too?”

I sat stock-still for about two seconds that felt like an eternity. Glancing down at the hand on my knee, I nodded slowly.

“Good.”

Adrian pulled a couple of crumpled bills from his front pocket and dropped them unceremoniously onto the bar. Then he stood up.

“You remember where it is?”

My mouth had gone dry. The lump in my throat wasn’t just back, it had brought friends too.

“Y—Yes.”

He turned away, my eyes following the curve of his tight, perfect ass as he slipped from between the stools. Before walking he leaned in close again, close enough that his hot breath stood every last hair up on the back of my neck.

“See you there,” he whispered.

Nine

KAYLA

I trailed only a few faltering steps behind. Adrian’s shoulders nearly scraped the walls as he navigated the narrow rear hallway, moving past the men’s room, past the women’s room, and straight out the metal back door.

I swallowed, heart pounding, and followed.

The cool night air felt surprisingly good, invigorating me as I followed him around the back of the building. As expected, he disappeared around the next corner. I knew what was there. What would happen.

This… this is—

No sooner had I turned the corner than his hands were already on me, pulling me against his body with such force I actually squealed. He was kissing me in an instant, those incredible lips surging and rolling hard against mine. His tongue swirled into my mouth, eliciting a moan, taking what it wanted as the grip on my arms tightened even more.

Oh my GOD…

It was all happening exactly as it had the last time we did this, which also happened to be the first time we were together. Adrian whirled in a half-circle, pushing me against the brick wall. He spun me around with his two strong hands, until the growing bulge in his jeans was pressed tightly against my ass…

Holy—

His nimble fingers were unbuttoning and unzipping me, then yanking my jeans down. It all happened roughly. In stark contrast with the heat of his mouth, which was kissing the back of my neck and my shoulder.

I was hot and breathless as one of his arms slid around me, the eager palm moving frantically to my breast. With the other hand he grabbed my thong, pulled it to one side… and ripped.

SNAP!

The alley between buildings was dark and narrow, and bisected by mechanicals that lent additional privacy from the front. We were under a small awning. The rain, slowed to a drizzle now, dripped down around us in three directions, leaving us perfectly dry.

There were no words as his fingers entered me, only the feeling of fullness, of completion. My pussy was already wet from back in the bar, when he’d growled into my ear. By now I was utterly soaked, in anticipation of what I knew was coming.

Unbelievable. Unfuckingbelievable.

The hand between my legs slid up and down a few times, before gliding over my naked ass. It moved upward still, stopping on the small of my back. Adrian