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“I’m not ready to have this conversation.” She draws away gently. “Not now. Maybe not ever.”
“That’s okay.” It’s what she needs. I’m not going to push her.
Two headlights come onto the street. “That will be our ride.”
As much as I want her on the back of my bike, her arms wrapped around my middle, it wouldn’t be safe in her present state.
“I’m totally ready to get out of these boots. My feet are killing me,” she tells me as I hold open the door for her to climb in. She tugs on the zipper.
I slide onto the seat next to her and the driver pulls away from the curb.
“Your bike.” She peers out the back window.
“I’ll come back and get it.” I lift both her legs onto my lap, and she reclines as I drag the zipper down to her ankle before peeling the boot from her foot.
She watches me while I repeat the process with the second boot. Her feet bare, I use my thumbs to knead the ache from her soles.
She moans with pleasure. “You and your hands.”
When I’m done with the first foot, she removes it from my lap and digs her toes under my knee. Her knee bends with the movement. Her thighs drift apart.
“You and your hands... so good.” She slips her foot onto the backseat while I knead the ache from the sole of the other one. Her thighs part, hiking up her tiny skirt and showing off the thin strip of black between them.
Fuck. I shouldn’t be looking at my best friend’s lace panties, imagining bending over her and putting my tongue to her pussy... tasting her. Or what she would say if I told her about my indecent thoughts. I definitely shouldn’t be getting hard. That’s loser behavior from desperate men who are only friends with a girl because they’re hoping to get some. That’s not me. Kelsey really is my best friend. I focus on her feet.
“I know I’m kind of a cockblocker.”
“You’re not.”
“Bronx, Golden, and Neil are all getting laid tonight. You could be too. If you hadn’t spent your entire night keeping me company.”
“I wasn’t feeling it.” If she could see my face, would she be able to tell that there was no other girl there tonight that caught my attention? “Besides hanging out with my bestie is way more fun.”
“Liar.” She laughs. “But I am glad you said that, because I am never going clubbing again without you taking me home. I need your hands on me.” Her lips part on a breathy whimper when I rub my thumb across the ball of her foot. “Fuck me.”
I bite back a groan. Best friend. Band manager. Kelsey is too important to mess this shit up, just because lately, I’ve been seeing her in a different light.
“Riot?” My name comes out breathless, needy.
My fingers have found their way up to her calf. Fuck, pay attention. I stare into her eyes. Which really isn’t any fucking better than staring at her panties and fantasizing about what she would taste like. “Yeah, Kelsey?”
“Do you have any candy? Because that would make this the best night of my life.”
I’m thinking about giving her head and she’s talking about candy... I need to clear this image. “Uh, maybe.”
I dig in my pockets but all I have is a tin of blue raspberry edibles. They’re addictive, but even though the lid of the tin says Candy Head, it’s not the candy she’s after. “Sorry.”
“Never mind.” Her eyes flutter closed. “Still the best night ever.”
“Oowee Chula Chula,” I murmur.
“Oowee Chula Chula. I still can’t believe that happened.” She grins with her eyes still closed. Her breathing evens out and her face slackens.
“I can, Candy Head,” I murmur. “I totally can.”
As the flashback fades, the car pulls up in front of the hotel and I get out. I pick up her boots and turn my back to the open door like I have so many times before. “Jump on, Little Vandal. Let’s get you inside.”
“Just like old times.” She winds her arms around my neck, and her thighs squeeze my hips. Once I’ve shut the door, I wrap my hands around the bottoms of her thighs, and we head through the hotel and take the elevator up.
