Fuck. Me. I needed to stop thinking about the words she was saying. I was not in the right place to experience this with her, but I could definitely give the experience to her. I’d just have to turn her on while turning myself off. This…was going to be tricky. Letting desire leech into my voice, I breathily told her, “Kiera…God…feels so good…I wish I was wet, though, like I am when I’m inside you.”

“Do you have anything that would…?”

Thrilled she was playing along, I made my voice sound strained. “Yeah…hold on.” I looked around the table for something, anything that would make the right noise. There was a squeeze bottle of ketchup by Griffin. Perfect. Griffin was still staring at his phone, oblivious to my conversation. I quietly snapped my fingers at him, waving until he looked at me. That got everyone’s attention, and now they were all looking at me. Fuck. Oh well. Kiera was into this, and there was no way I was stopping now.

Pointing at the bottle, I motioned for Griffin to pass it over. Confused look on his face, he tossed it across the table to me. God, Kiera would fucking kill me if she knew what I was doing. But if she was willing to do this with me, then I was going to give her the best orgasm I could, audience be damned, and a little realism would help set the stage for her.

I noisily squirted some ketchup into my palm, then squished it a couple times. It was pretty loud, so I was pretty sure she’d heard it. All the guys tilted their heads as they tried to figure out just what the fuck I was doing. They’d figure it out in a second.

Ignoring the eyes on me, I groaned into the phone, “Oh…God…yes, it’s warm…like you. You feel so good, wrapped around me…” Every single one of my friends raised their eyebrows, but none of them said a damn word.

As I wiped the ketchup off my hand with some nearby napkins, Kiera moaned in my ear, igniting me. “Do you want to touch me, Kellan?”

Jesus…did I. Fuck. Yes. But no, I couldn’t let myself get turned on. Too much. This was for her, not me. And I was determined to satisfy her. Whatever it takes. Closing my eyes, I crumpled some extra napkins in my hand and murmured, “Oh God, yes, please. I need to feel that warm, wet skin…I need to be inside you…” Please do it, Kiera. I want to give this to you. “Does it feel good?”

Her voice was a whisper. “Yes.”

I had to pause and press my lips together. Goddamn. Don’t picture her touching herself. Just…don’t. Banishing the erotic image, I made my breath quicken, made my voice sound achy, needy. “Oh God, I need it harder…faster…”