Homewrecker (Into the Flames #1) by Cat Mason, Katheryn Kiden Page A

especially for Gunnar. He works his ass off to be there for these boys and I know that he feels angry and helpless, but this is not what I expected.
    “Yeah.” Leaning back in the seat, he rakes a hand through his hair. “Monday morning we’ll call him down to meet with Principal Needham, along with Cody’s parents. Ralph is required, as am I, to report it to the police. They’re handling that aspect of it already. If he pisses dirty, he’s not only off the team, he’s expelled.”
    “I’m so sorry, honey.”
    Reaching over, Gunnar covers my hand with his. “I’m sorry about before and ruinin’ our day together. I was just so mad at Cody, and at myself. I should’ve seen it. I can’t believe it was goin’ on right in front of my damn face and I was fuckin’ blind to it.”
    Guilt hits me square in the face. Right now, I hate myself. The only person I hate more is Dixon, because for some reason, even after all this, I still can’t stop making my body want him.

 
    “What about this? I think you’d like this,” Lynsey yells from across the store. When I look up and see that she’s holding a giant purple monster cock in the air, I nearly spit my coffee out all over the invoices that I have been attempting to do since I walked in two hours ago. Two hours of interrogation by one pissed off Domme who, more than once, threatened to bend me over a spanking bench and beat my ass for information. To say she was upset that I didn’t call her the second Dixon pulled his cock out of me, or why I thought Gunnar knew, would be the understatement of the year. After the multiple threats, she finally managed to pull all the details out of me that she wanted and has done nothing but crack jokes at my expense since.
    “Please tell me how you took the words ‘I think the roughness is what I’ve been missing’, and turned it into ‘I think Kennedy would like to be able to fit a bowling pin in her twat’?”
    Lynsey snickers, putting the scary-huge dildo back on the shelf, and moves on to something else. “How about this?” She holds up a double penetration vibrator. When she sees me shiver at just the thought, the smile on her face broadens.
    Fuck me for telling this bitch anything. Ever.
    I shake my head and scowl. “I don’t think we can be friends right now.”
    “Oh stop being a bitch. I’ve been telling you for years that there was a freak inside of you somewhere. Everyone has one.”
    “Gunnar doesn’t, and knowing I like this side of me only makes this situation worse,” I deadpan.
    Putting the toy back on its peg, Lynsey turns and crosses her arms over her chest just as Mark pushes through the front door. He waves at me. Obviously noticing the tension in the room, he chooses to remain silent as he heads out back.
    Smart man.
    “Everyone does, Kennedy, everyone. And how could you possibly be sure that Gunnar doesn’t? I bet you’ve never even asked for something different than what he’s always given you. Since he’s always treated you like glass, I’m sure it’s nothing rough or kinky.”
    I feel my face heat so I turn my attention back to the papers in front of me. The fact that she’s right pisses me off, but more than that, it makes this situation even more confusing. I used to tell her everything that happened between Gunnar and me, now I hide it. However, I have no problems telling her every single detail of what Dixon does to me and how it makes me feel. Dixon is the one I should be hiding from her. My dirty little secrets shouldn’t be aired out like laundry.
    “You’re afraid to tell him you want something different, aren’t you?” Her voice softens a bit and it causes tears to pool in my eyes, but I have no idea why. I attempt to wipe them away before she notices, but fail and she steps up next to me at the counter so she can whisper. “Babe, why is it that you’re afraid to ask Gunnar, the guy you’ve always trusted with everything, for something new, but have no qualms about