Common Goal (Game Changers #4)- Rachel Reid Page 0,92

a breath and said, “Anyway. I didn’t invite you here to unload on you.”

Kyle waggled his eyebrows suggestively. When Eric noticed, he ducked his head to hide his embarrassed smile.

“Why did you invite me?” Kyle asked.

Eric glanced up. “I found myself...missing you.”

Kyle’s mouth fell open, then curved up in a giddy smile that he tried, but failed, to get under control. “I may have missed you too.” He lowered his voice. “I’ve thought a lot about our last night together.”

Eric held his gaze, and Kyle saw the heat that ignited in them. “Me too.”

He bit his lip, considering whether what he was about to propose was a good idea. It probably wasn’t, but, “Maria just started her evening shift at Starbucks.”

It took Eric a second. “So your apartment is empty, you’re saying?”

“I have it all to myself. If you’re not busy...”

“I’m not.” Eric was already putting the lid back on his coffee, getting ready to leave. “Let’s go.”

Kyle laughed at his eagerness. “You know, if you wanted a booty call, you could have just said. You didn’t have to meet me for coffee.”

“I wanted to see you, not just... I mean, I like talking to you.”

Ugh. Eric had to stop. Kyle was going to get all sorts of wrong ideas if he didn’t stop. He decided to keep it sexy. “How about we talk after I show you what I’ve been dreaming of doing to you for two weeks?”

Chapter Twenty

Eric was writhing on Kyle’s bed, out of his mind with lust. Kyle had brought him to the edge three times already without letting him come, and Eric wasn’t sure if he’d survive a fourth time.

“Please,” he begged. Begged. And he wasn’t even embarrassed about it.

Kyle grinned wickedly at him. Eric was completely naked and sprawled on his back. Kyle was looming over him, still fully dressed.

“Do you want to try something new?” Kyle asked.

“Is it you letting me come?”

Kyle laughed. “Eventually. One sec.” He disappeared over the edge of the mattress, and Eric heard the scrape of something against the floor under the bed. Kyle stood again, holding a shoebox. He set it on the bed and opened it, then pulled out a set of black, Velcro cuffs that were linked together with metal clips.

“Yes or no?” Kyle asked, holding the cuffs up.

The answer left Eric’s lips before he’d had a chance to think about it. “Yes.”

“You trust me?” Kyle asked as he moved back onto the bed, straddling Eric’s waist.

Again, no hesitation. “Yes.”

Kyle inhaled sharply. “Fuck, Eric.” He leaned down and kissed him, as slowly and commandingly as he’d been stroking Eric’s cock a few minutes ago. Eric moaned softly into his mouth, not able to decide if he wanted this perfect kiss to last forever, or if he wanted more.

Kyle made the decision for him, pulling away and lifting one of Eric’s wrists. That was when Eric realized he had subconsciously left his hands pinned to the mattress above his head during their kiss, already anticipating Kyle’s restraints.

One wrist was wrapped in a cuff, and then the other. Kyle left the cuffs separated for now, and asked Eric if they were too tight. Eric shook his head, bewildered that they were really doing this, but too turned on to worry about it.

Kyle positioned Eric’s hands on the pillow above his head, then used the hooks on the cuffs to bind them together. “I could attach these to my headboard,” he said, “but I don’t think I need to. Do I?”

“No.” No, Eric would keep his hands right where Kyle wanted them. He could do that for him. He was nothing if not disciplined.

“One more thing,” Kyle said. He went back to the shoebox and pulled out another piece of black fabric. It took Eric a moment to recognize it as a blindfold.

“Yes or no?” Kyle asked again.

Eric was less sure about this one. His eyes—his vision—were so important to him. He made his living watching, paying attention, and reacting quickly. Having that taken away from him, even for a minute, was terrifying. But also...thrilling.

“I want to try,” Eric said. “Yes.”

Kyle’s smile was warmer this time, less mischief in it and more affection. “Tell me right away if you hate it. Promise?”

“I promise.”

Eric took a long, slow breath and closed his eyes as Kyle slipped the mask over his head and fiddled with the elastic strap.

“Okay,” Kyle said quietly. “How’s that?”

Eric opened his eyes and saw...nothing. Blackness. His first instinct was to rip it off his face or