Mastering Kyla (Stone Cellar Erotica) by Aubrey Stone Read Free Book Online

“Remember. You’re over that scumbag.” Kyla nodded. Jackson flagged down a waiter bearing a tray of wine and snagged two. He set them both down in front of Kyla. “Settle your nerves.”
    Kyla gulped the first glass of wine down. When she reached for the second, Jackson caught her hand, smiling. “Maybe give it a minute to hit you before you pound the second glass, too.”
    Kyla smiled sheepishly. “Sorry. I just wasn’t expecting to see him.”
    “I’m not sure I like you spending this much energy thinking about another man.” Jackson traced one finger along her jaw. “Am I going to have to remind you who you should be thinking about?”
    Kyla felt a small grin spreading over her lips. “Maybe.”
    Jackson snaked his hand up to the back of her head, giving her braid a firm tug. “I’ll add it to your tab.”
    Kyla giggled, and felt the tension easing out of her shoulders. Whether it was Jackson or the wine, Kyla found she was able to relax and enjoy her meal. The food was exquisite. Amy—another mutual friend—was an accomplished caterer who had volunteered for the task. They dined on a sesame-crusted seared ahi tuna salad, mouth-watering pork-tenderloins with apple chutney, and a palate-cleansing melon sorbet that left them satisfied—with room for wedding cake.
    Kyla savored her second glass of wine, and over the course of the meal, she and Jackson befriended the two other couples at their table. When the music started and Jess and her new husband took to the dance floor, Kyla sighed. It had turned into a beautiful night. Couples drifted off to the dance floor to join the party, but Kyla wasn’t interested. She didn’t want Michael to spot her.
    Jackson, content to sit with her, flagged another waiter down and ordered their after-dinner coffees. As they waited for the coffee to arrive, Jackson pulled Kyla onto his lap. She squealed, laughing, but relaxed into him, enjoying being this close to him.
    At that moment, Kyla looked up and met Michael’s gaze. He’d been leading his date toward the dance floor, but when he saw Kyla he stopped, his eyebrows hiking up in surprise. He turned to say something to his date. Her eyes widened and she clapped a hand to her mouth, covering a giggle.
    “He’s coming over,” Kyla moaned, sitting up straighter and trying to slide off Jackson’s lap.
    Jackson put a strong arm around her, keeping her seated across his legs. “I’ve got this.”
    Michael approached, grinning. “Look at you two.” He had his arm looped casually around his date’s waist. It was exactly the same way he’d used to hold onto Kyla. As though he was only half-aware there was a woman next to him. He wore her like a piece of arm candy. Kyla stared. Is that what she had looked like when she’d been dating Michael? Michael glanced at Kyla. “So. Looks like we’ve both moved on. I was worried you’d freak out and, like, turn into some kind of emotional recluse or something. Like that old chick in that book we had to read in Freshman English. You remember the one?”
    “Miss Havisham.” Kyla had to force herself to speak. Her face felt like it was carved from stone. “
Great Expectations
by Charles Dickens.”
    “Yeah, that’s the one.” Michael glanced at the woman on his arm. “This is Cindy. She’s kind of my rebound, I guess you could say.”
    Cindy gave Kyla a smug smile. “So, you two were engaged?”
    “We were,” Kyla said. She felt her lungs tightening, making it harder for her to breathe.
    “Sit down, babe,” Michael said to his date. “I want to catch up.” They took two of the seats recently vacated by the other couples and Kyla felt like screaming.
    Sensing her unease, Jackson started stroking Kyla’s back with calm, steady pressure. His other hand slipped beneath the tablecloth covering their legs. Kyla wasn’t prepared when his fingers slid up between her thighs. He quickly discovered she wasn’t wearing anything under her skirt. She felt his penis jump in