The Boys Who Loved Me - Krista Wolf Page 0,16

washed over me. He was staring down at me now with pure adulation. With adoration.

With love.

“Y—You really built this place?” I swore disbelievingly.

“Yes,” he nodded softly. “I built this place for you, Kayla.”

His fingers squeezed mine gently. His face drifted inexorably downward, even as mine drifted up.

“I built this place for us.”

Twelve

LUKE

She kissed me, sliding her body perfectly into mine. Pressing those incredible lips against mine for the first time in almost a decade, as her mouth opened and her tongue probed and she let loose the most adorable little sigh.

Wow…

It was ten times better than I remembered it. And I’d remembered it being quite fucking amazing, actually.

Don’t screw this up, Luke.

I forced myself to relax, to take things slow. To savor the feel and taste of her after all this time, as I inhaled her wonderful fragrance while kissing her back.

MMMmmm…

Kayla smelled like vanilla, and tasted like coffee. Her tongue danced with mine as I crushed her against me, kissing her so deeply my heart hurt. After a minute or so I let my hands glide behind her, sliding along her slender back. Reaching all the way down to cup her from behind — to hold her, once again, in my two eager arms.

For years I’d imagined this moment. After what happened between Warren and I, things had been fragile. Our friendship seemed almost irreconcilable, until we’d agreed upon something stupid: we’d both leave town. We both mutually agreed to go our own way — to leave things alone for a while, as we explored college and beyond.

And in doing that I’d lost her.

In retrospect it was the stupidest thing I’d ever done, letting Kayla go. Putting my own needs ahead of hers at a time when she truly loved me. I’d felt crushing guilt, though. A sense of chaos that our little group was fragmenting and breaking apart, and I might lose everyone at once.

Right now none of that mattered. Kayla was here, in the hot pink flesh. And for the moment at least, she was mine.

We kissed for what seemed like forever, and yet it wasn’t nearly long enough. Eventually my senses became overloaded. My body practically vibrated with need for her, and suddenly she was pulling back and looking into my eyes.

“Come.”

She pulled me backwards, and into the cabin. Wordlessly, without hesitation, she led me up the ladder and into the loft.

Holy shit…

We stripped each other, taking our time. Kissing every inch of exposed skin, as the warm sun filtered through the loft’s triangular upper windows. I slept here often, stretched out across the soft down comforter and bedding I’d dragged from home. Now it was Kayla stretched beautifully across that bedding, pulling me down against her nakedness while looking me up and down with admiring eyes.

“Jesus, Luke…”

She was running her hands over my stomach, her fingertips slowly playing with every peak and valley of my abdominals.

“I swim in the lake a lot.”

Her fingers lingered, as she shook her head in disbelief. “Do you do sit-ups in the lake, too?” she quipped.

I smiled devilishly, pulling her lengthwise across my body. Kayla got the message, returning my smirk and we spun together, our bodies moving with the practice of having done something a hundred times before.

Oh FUCK yes.

She backed up, sliding one delectable thigh on either side of my head. Then she lowered her beautiful pussy to my waiting mouth, screwing it against my lips as she dropped her own head down and practically inhaled me into her hot, waiting throat.

Fuuuuuckkkk…

Sixty-nine was something of a signature move for us. There was nothing I loved more than holding Kayla’s perfect ass in my two eager hands, while opening wide to devour her pretty pink flower. She tasted warm and sweet, like cream or honey. I moaned into her as she screwed down against me, whimpering softly around my thickness as she began blowing me with that hot, beautiful mouth.

It all reminded me of that one amazing summer, all those years ago. Kayla and I had been absolutely addicted to each other. At any given time she’d drop to her knees and unzip me, or I’d shimmy her shorts off and bury my face between those tan, gorgeous legs. And it would always lead to this. Kissing, licking, devouring each other to mutual explosive orgasms, and then after we’d taken the edge off, screwing like bunnies the second time around.

Right now Kayla had me buried all the way to the hilt in her throat, taking me to heaven as