The Kiss (Playboy Pact 1) - Page 51


Ever.

Not even to Mila who I’d only spoken to once in the last month.

One. Fucking. Time.

Cain however, had no problem updating me on their status. Saying some shit about them seeing where their friendship could go.

Kylie slightly turned, nuzzling my neck with her nose. I felt my dick stir and before I knew it, I turned my mouth to meet hers and we were kissing. This was the first time since Mila left that I’d been with someone else.

Sawyer had set us up. He was trying to bang her roommate and I ended up being his wingman. This was the second time I hung out with Kylie. She was pretty, sweet, not the brightest crayon in the box though.

My mind couldn’t catch up with the movements of our mouths and the way my dick throbbed with how she felt against me. The crazy thing about it was I didn’t like her, I had no feelings for her whatsoever, but I couldn’t stop kissing her.

Only because I was thinking about someone else.

Mila.

My tongue slid into her mouth, she tasted of mint ice cream. Mila’s favorite. She moaned when she glided her tongue past my lips, triggering my dick to twitch from the sound. It reminded me of Mila.

I leaned forward onto her couch, pressing her back against the cushion.

“I like her, Leo.”

Cain’s voice from this afternoon’s call filtered in through Kylie’s moans.

“You like everyone.”

“It’s different. Mila’s different. You don’t have a problem with it, do you?”

“Are you really asking me that right now?”

“Man,” he sighed. “I don’t want to fight with you. You’re my best friend, and she is yours. But I like Mila, and I think she likes me too. And we’ve kind of been dating for the last month.”

“What?” I knew this would happen. I fucking knew it. “Why am I just now hearing about it?”

“Dude.” He paused. “I’ve been trying to call you. You’re always fucking working. You’re working your life away. But she deserves to be happy, Leo. And I think I could make her happy. I mean, unless you want her? I’ll step down if you tell me to. I would never let a woman come between us. This is why I’m asking you for your permission. Do you love her? More than a best friend?”

“Hey.” Kylie grabbed my face. “Where did you go?”

I abruptly sat up. “I can’t do this.”

“What?”

“I can’t believe I’m fucking saying this.” I stood, looking every bit confused as I was. “But I can’t do this with you. I’m sorry. It’s not you, it’s me.”

She jumped up. “Are you for real? You’re really giving me a line?”

“No.” I shook my head. “You’re a great girl, and you need to find a guy who will appreciate that. I’m not him, Kylie.”

“We’re just going to have sex. I’m not expecting a marriage proposal.”

“If you would have said that to me four months ago, I’d already be balls deep inside of you. I just can’t do it. And I’m still trying to figure out why.”

“What the fuck?” she seethed, going into full crazy, psycho girl mode. “Of course! Of course, this would happen to me!”

This was my cue to get the hell out of there before she started throwing shit at me. Believe me, I’d been there before. You’d be surprised how fast girls could get attached. I grabbed my jacket and did exactly that. On my way out of her building, I texted Ashton and Sawyer to meet me at the bar downtown.

Twenty minutes later, I was walking into the place.

“Hey, man,” Ashton greeted as I sat down next to them and ordered a stiff ass drink.

“What’s up, bro?” He stared me down. “You look like someone killed your dog.”

“I don’t have a dog.”

“I know but if you did… this is what you would look like.”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

Gripping onto the back of my neck, Sawyer asked, “Did something happen?”

“You could say that. I don’t even know where to start.” I took a swig of my drink. “I’ve had so much fucking fun these last few years. You know? Chasing girls, seeing how many I could sleep with in a night, it was never a problem. Smooth sailing, always. I loved it.”

“Why are you talking about it like it’s gone?” Sawyer cocked his head to the side. “Weren’t you just with Kylie?”

“I was.”

“So what?” Ashton questioned. “She a bad lay? I hate it when that happens. You can never really tell.”

“No, I didn’t fuck her.”

Ashton groaned, “That time of the month?” He shook his head. “God gives us this beautiful wet pet and every week out of the month, they bleed and don’t fucking die. Makes no sense.”

“I couldn’t fuck her.”

“Whiskey dick? I got some Via—”

“No, Ashton,” I snapped. “It has nothing to do with my dick. He’s actually pretty fucking pissed at me right now. I cock blocked him.”


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