Free Bad Boys Online by Erin McCarthy Page A

a bitch in heat, though she did reduce him to panting.
    “Good,” he said, his jaw clenched. “Tell that guy to get some new lines, will you? That alone will make it better for you.”
    Then he got up off the bed and strode to the bathroom, not sticking around to hear Kindra’s reply. The sudden image of Kindra in her computer chair letting that filthy guy talk nasty to her made him livid. Hot with fury and sick with jealousy.
    If he couldn’t have her, he sure as hell didn’t want anyone to have her, especially not some cyber Romeo who didn’t know sexy from sushi.
    Mack closed the bathroom door behind him.
    He’d proven his point all right. Proven he was an idiot.
     
     
    Kindra stared at her inbox. A half dozen messages from Russ were winking at her. Subject headings like “Where are you?”, “Miss you”, and “Feeling horny” leapt out.
    She had yet to read any of them.
    Listening to Russ talk about crotchless panties suddenly sounded about as fun as bleaching her mustache. A waste of a good ten minutes.
    This wasn’t supposed to happen. She had sent Mack away that morning, determined to protect her heart at all costs.
    Watching him stomp off, stiff and gruff, had been the hardest thing she’d done to date, if she didn’t count jumping those hurdles in high school gym class.
    But now she was supposed to resume her life.
    Go to work. Wear boring clothes. Chat with Russ. Never have good sex again.
    Gee, that sounded appealing.
    Without thought, her hand ran the cursor through the computer menu. She retrieved the video she had made the night before. Thirty seconds later she and Mack were on her screen.
    His voice was low, commanding. She watched herself, head thrown back, eyes half closed and breath hitching. She caressed her nipples.
    Mack spread her thighs.
    Kindra live began to pant in unison with her cyber self.
    Oh, Mack. What the heck had she done?
    So what if he didn’t want a relationship? She could have done this with him again.
    Until he got tired of her.
    Which would be worse in the end.
    No, she had done the right thing.
    Mack’s tongue plunged into her onscreen.
    The doorbell rang. Kindra leapt up, turning off her monitor. Maybe it was Mack, coming back. Maybe he wanted to make her change her mind. Or maybe he had just forgotten his socks or something.
    She peered through the living room window as she ran to the door. Or maybe it was her friends. Shoot.
    Reluctantly, she opened the door.
    Ashley groaned. “Oh, seriously, you’re wearing yoga pants again.”
    “So?” They were perfect, It’s-Sunday-and-my-life-is-over pants.
    Trish pushed past her. “Is he still here? How was it? You did sleep with him, didn’t you?”
    Kindra had no interest in dishing out details on her night with Mack. “No, he’s not still here.”
    Ashley collapsed on her couch, enormous hoop earrings dangling down over her lime green sweater. “But he was here right?”
    “Yes, we went out to dinner, then came back here.” Kindra stuck her hands in her sweatshirt pouch and paced across the room. She felt a headache coming on. A real one this time, unlike the one she had faked for Russ.
    “Well, change your clothes, then tell us all about it,” Ashley urged.
    “Why do I have to change my clothes?”
    “Because we’re going to the movies, remember?” Ashley said. “Did you forget?”
    “Yes.”
    “Must have been some night,” Trish snickered. “Details, dear, we want details.”
    “Are you okay, Kindra?” Violet asked, pushing her glasses up with one finger. “You look like something’s wrong.”
    Everything was wrong. Kinda stopped paced and pushed her hair out of her eyes. “I’m not okay. I’m in love with Mack!”
    Violet’s eyes widened. Trish gasped.
    Ashley moaned. “Oh, no, how could you?”
    “I didn’t mean to!” Like she’d set out to make herself miserable by falling in love with an unobtainable paragon.
    “That must have been good sex,” Trish remarked.
    “It was.”