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them tomorrow, Kurt would finally get to taste her all over.
    Lynne sidled up to stand next to Kurt. She put a hand high on his thigh. “So were you able to convince your new friend to come home with us?” she asked, not taking her eyes off Troy.
    His breath whooshed out in a hiss.
    Kurt gulped. Hell. She was hot tonight, hotter than usual. Her body radiated sex, and she was acting with far more confidence than he was used to seeing. She was ready and willing. Like an animal in heat waiting for her mate, she strutted past Kurt to stand by Troy. Her body language practically screamed “fuck me.”
    She put a hand on Troy’s shoulder and stroked down his arm.
    Kurt shuddered, and heat suffused through his whole body. God, he wanted her. Now. Watching her turn up the sexual tension was driving him wild. How was he going to keep his cock in his pants with her sitting next to him in the truck? It was only a few miles to her house, but every mile was going to be torture. “Not yet, baby. Elvis here needs a little more encouragement.”
    She winked at Kurt and looked around. “All the seats at the bar are taken. You don’t mind if I join you, do you?” She didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, she lifted her short skirt and straddled Elvis’s lap and lowered herself over the bulge in his pants.
    Kurt caught a glimpse of some string thing passing as panties and swallowed wrong. He coughed until he was nearly choking. Lynne reached back with one hand and tugged her skirt until it covered her bottom.
    The panties were hidden, but not forgotten. He was hard as a rock and on the edge of a climax. Damn her. If he was aroused, how was Troy doing? Probably no better than he was at the moment.
    Kurt wasn’t used to being a voyeur. He was used to being in on the action. It hurt to watch Lynne spread her hands on Elvis’s broad chest and pinch his nipples. Her candy-apple red fingernails stood out in sharp contrast to his white, button-down shirt.
    “So,” she cooed. “What do I have to do to get you to come home with us? I want you for Christmas. I’m dying to play with you.”
    Troy moved his head close, stared into her eyes, and whispered, “Not one damn, fuckin’ thing, baby. I’m all yours for however long you want me.”

Chapter Five

    Lynne stroked Troy’s hard biceps. Yummy. Hard, taut, and totally sexual. He was the best toy she’d had in a long, long time.
    She’d always had a higher sex drive than most of her female friends. Between boyfriends, she had a string of one-night stands and meaningless sex. Sex was addictive. There were times she needed to get down and dirty with someone, and it didn’t matter who it was as long as it was a man with a good, long, hard cock.
    She was sure sex would mean more if it was with someone she loved, but she’d been afraid to approach Kurt about sex until tonight. There was no way to explain to him her penchant for sexual excess. He’d never understand. The way she’d been acting had nothing to do with love. It was all about feeling, tasting, doing, and the way her body ached deliciously when the sex was over.
    She’d promised Kurt all the sex he could stand, and she meant to give him her all and more. Before they were done, he’d be wrung dry, in love with her, and unable to say no to her ever again.
    Tonight was going to take their friendship to the ultimate level. She was tired of waiting for the right time. He was no longer a student. He was single and over twenty-five. Too bad the right time had come along just when she'd decided she wanted Troy for a Christmas present. She adored Kurt and had for several years.
    Troy, on the other hand, was going to be like a Christmas toy. Used and tossed when she was done. Kurt was going to be her lover for a lifetime.
    In the meantime, Lynne had a job to do. She nibbled on Troy’s ear. “Sorry, but I’m busy tonight. How bout if Kurt here picks you up in front of the bar tomorrow around six?” She leaned back to look him in