Her response was perfect. “Yes. Do it, do it faster…”

“Oh God, yes…don’t stop…that feels so good, please don’t stop…” She moaned in my ear, and I cringed as I tried very hard not to be aroused. Baseball, basketball…what fucking sport should I be thinking about? I let out a low, erotic noise for Kiera, made my breaths come in short pants like I was close. “I want to come…Kiera…come with me…” Please…let go for me.

“Okay,” she whispered. Then she said, “Harder, Kellan, I need more of you in me.”

Jesus. I cracked open my eyes to see if I still had an audience. Fuck. Yep, they were all still watching me. Evan shook his head at me, his lips curled in amusement. Matt looked…oddly curious as he studied me, like I was a song he was trying to memorize. Justin was biting his lip, trying not to laugh. And Griffin…he had his head cradled in his hands as he leaned on the table; the joy on his face definitely helped turn me off. I tossed the wad of napkins in my palm at him, but he just smiled wider at me.

Ignoring them all, I reclosed my eyes. They don’t matter right now; nothing matters but Kiera. I let out another steamy sound for her, groaning, “Yes…God, Kiera, you’re so sexy, you feel so good. I’m in you…right now…can you feel me? Can you feel how deep I am?”

She moaned louder than before, and I knew she was on the brink of…something. Don’t think about it, don’t think about what she’s doing. “God, Kellan, you’re perfect…so perfect.” No, you’re perfect. “Yes, yes, take me…” Anytime, anywhere, Kiera.

There was an odd noise at our table, someone softly talking, but I ignored it. Kiera was close; I needed to give this to her. Tilting my head back, I let my breathing sound like I was about to fall over the edge. “Oh my God, Kiera, I’m almost there…come with me…” Go over the edge for me.

“Yes, Kellan, do it…come for me…”

I felt someone poke my shoulder, and looking over, I saw Evan pointing up at an older woman standing beside him. Our waitress. She looked unfazed by my sexy talk, or by the fact that I was panting into my phone. Actually, she looked pretty amused by the whole thing. When she saw she had my attention, she whispered, “What do you want?” Pretty nice of her to be so considerate about what I was doing. I’d have to make sure we tipped her really well.

Hating to have to interrupt Kiera’s moment, I stopped intentionally breathing like a maniac, covered the bottom of the phone with my hand, and told the waitress, “I’ll have a Denver omelet…thank you.”