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 against my ass, my thin yoga pants the only thing stopping him from entering me. We both knew the other wanted that to happen. Hell, we both probably wanted it to happen in front of the other guys.