“It’s too early to get to know one another, Kier.” She’d taken to calling me that over the last few days, and every time she did my heart skipped a beat in my chest.
I kissed the top of her head, laughing against her hair. “I want to know all of you,” I admitted.
“You know a lot more than most people,” she said between sips.
INDIE
The park had become the place we gravitated to most often. We both enjoyed the time outdoors and taking walks for our mental health. Kiernan had picked up calling them hot girl walks the same as I did and I loved him for that alone.
It was also our favorite way to decompress from our days. When you spend eight to twelve hours in the silent company of only corpses, being out in the open air with a friend to talk to feels extra nice.
And Kiernan had become that to me.
He wasn’t just someone I wanted to fuck around with, he was quickly becoming my best friend.
Don’t tell Owen.
That evening, the park was more crowded than usual—excessively so—because we’d somehow both missed that there was an outdoor concert happening. Some local band that ended up being both our vibes, so we decided to stick around.
There was a shortage of comfortable places to sit near the outdoor stage—a lack of places to sit ingeneral. We got as close as we could with the crowd spilling over every square inch of the expanse of the park, and Kiernan plopped down on a section of grass off to the side of the stage.
He looked so out of place still in the clothes he’d worn to work that day, his business casual ever at odds with the rest of him.
A grin split my face as he pulled me down to settle between his thighs. It couldn’t have been comfortable for him to act as my chair, but he didn’t seem to mind—so much so that several minutes into the show it became harder andharderto ignore the fact that his thick cock was at leastsemi-erect and pressing against my spine.
I shifted, feigning readjusting for my comfort as I ground against him. I felt his cock twitch with each shift of my body and I bit my lip to hold in the giggle threatening to break free.
He banded his arm around my waist and pulled me to a more upright seated position, my back now more flush to his front than it had been.
“I know what you’re doing.” His breath was hot against the shell of my ear and chill bumps peppered my arms even though the evening air was warm and balmy.
I pushed myself harder into him. “What’s that?”
“Begging me to finger fuck you in front of all these people, for starters.”
I sucked in a breath and twisted my head to the side to look up at him. Thatwasn’twhat I was doing, but now that he’d suggested it…
“Be good,” he said, squeezing my hip bone.
“You make that hard to do,” I said.
“I could say the same for you.” Another squeeze, and then his hand shifted to my thigh, his fingers innocently stroking my bare skin.
Under my skirt.
For several long minutes, he made no move to do anything more, but each brush of his calloused hand against my sensitive flesh had me soaking. If he shifted even a centimeter closer towhere I so desperately wanted his hand to be, he’d know justhowmuch I enjoyed his hands on me in front of all these people.
Music floated in the air around us, pressing against my eardrums and overwhelming my senses. I was surrounded on all sides. By the crowd. The noise.
By Kiernan.
I forced myself to relax, my body going lax in his arms—and he noticed.
He dragged his fingers across the slick section of my inner thigh. His low chuckle vibrated against me. Against my bones.
I spasmed at the feel of him. At the thought of him doing what he said.
Would he?
