“Oh.” Kyra’s cheeks warmed. Had she seriously been that lost in their eyes, and her thoughts? “Sorry.” She took one final look at hunk one and hunk two, then closed her laptop. “What did you need?”
“I went to the bathroom and saw you were still up.” She plopped down on the bed in typical Bella behavior, as if this was her bed, not Kyra’s. Her long blonde hair looked a mess, and Kyra didn’t even want to consider the cause of that messy hair. “I had a realization tonight.”
Great. One of Bella’s insights usually meant another crazy plan, like the pact of seduction. It’d been Bella’s idea, even if Kyra and her other two roommates agreed to it. “Which was?”
“You weren’t supposed to have your fantasy next.” Bella’s eyes narrowed with suspicion. “But then, I remembered tonight Sadie was supposed to go, wasn’t she?”
Kyra thought back to the conversation when Bella had returned from her fantasy night with Kole, and she remembered when Bella suggested Kyra was up next. “Originally, when we drew straws, Sadie was supposed to go after you.”
Bella glanced to the floor for a moment before she looked to Kyra with a furrowed brow. “Why didn’t you correct me?”
“When you said it, Sadie didn’t object, and the way she looked at me…” Kyra hesitated. “Almost like Sadie begged me to go next. Clearly, she needs more time to be okay with this all. I figured I had to go anyway. So, why wait?”
“Ah, I see,” Bella drawled.
“Don’t make a big deal out of it either.” Kyra pointed an index finger. “I don’t want you saying anything to Sadie.”
“I won’t. Promise. I feel bad for Sadie, maybe she doesn’t want to go through with it.” Bella blew out a long breath before she glanced at Kyra’s phone on the nightstand. “Anyways, something to figure out later. So have you responded to the text?”
“Not yet.” Kyra lifted her chin, not to look like the wimp who couldn’t send a dang text message. “But I will.”
A low chuckle sounded from the doorway. “Scared shitless, aren’t you?”
Kyra gritted her teeth, not even wanting to look over at Bella’s boyfriend, Kole. She knew exactly the expression she’d meet. Though when his chuckle stopped, she figured it safe enough and turned to him. She pinched her lips together as she greeted his smart-ass wink.
Kole was dressed in only his black boxers, and his muscular physique glistened with sweat. For a man who’d only been dating her best friend a short time, he’d clearly grown comfortable in her, and her best friend’s, house. She liked Kole, but she could do without his opinion. “I’m not scared.”
His eyebrows rose over his intense blue eyes. “Then why haven’t you responded?”
“I’m…” She glanced at her clock, seeing that it was midnight, which meant she’d been reading articles about them a lot longer than she realized. “I have no idea what to say.”
“Hey, I’m up to fucking you two beasts again,” Bella stated. “When can we meet?”
“Bella!” Kyra snapped, covering her warm face with her hands. ”Honest to God.”
“That’s my girl.” Kole laughed.
When Kyra finally lowered her hands, Kole’s grin faded. His look became more controlled, stern, which was typical Kole. He was a dom after all. Kyra figured that look just went with the territory.
“There’s no reason to be nervous,” he said, in what she assumed was meant to be a soothing voice. Coming from him, it sounded more like an order that she calm down. “They’ve invited you for another night. It’s a given.”
“I’m not worried about being rejected,” Kyra countered. “It’s just…this is confusing. I thought it’d be one night. That’s it. And they’re so…”
Bella wiggled her eyebrows. “Sexy?”
“Yes,” Kyra admitted. “And well, normal.”
Kole’s head tilted, his eyes searching hers. “Do I look the type of person to hold the interests I do?”
Said interests were painful things that Kyra didn’t even want to consider, which included floggers, wax, and ropes, among other things that horrified her. She’d heard enough of Bella’s experiences with BDSM to sing a song in her head every time Marley or Sadie made her talk about her adventures. “Um…” She rolled her eyes. “No.”
He gave a firm nod, but before he could clearly push his point further, Bella interjected, “You can always say no, you know.”
That was certainly an option, one at the top of Kyra’s list.
“But you don’t want to, do you?” Kole asked in that maddening observant voice that both he and Marley’s boyfriend, Reed, possessed. Kyra looked down at her white duvet and played with a loose string. She’d be a fool not to accept another night with Brock and Smith, but that wasn’t the deal. The plan had been to live out the one fantasy that was always a naughty secret; the one that she’d spend the rest of her life remembering in the comfort of her bed with her favorite dildo.
“I don’t know what I want,” she whispered.