It had been a while since the two of us made love, a fact we both needed to change. He loved blue jeans and wore them every chance he got. He also wore them tight, so when he was hard, I knew it.
Kyler put aside the book he was reading and patted his lap, offering me a seat. I looked back at the other guys who were still keeping busy. "Don't be afraid."
"I'm definitely not afraid." I stared at his lap and noticed what was happening, my breath catching in my throat. Despite all that I didn't understand about him, I was still drawn to him. The understanding no longer mattered. I missed him, missed his touch. Missed lying in bed next to him and looking into his dreamy, often distant eyes. I sat on his lap with my legs hanging over the side, kicking off my shoes. His hardness pressed agains
