In Thoughtless, Kiera told her story. Now it's time to hear from the sexy rock star who captivated us all . . .
The only place Kellan Kyle has ever felt at home is onstage. Gripping his guitar in a darkened bar, he can forget his painful past. These days his life revolves around three things: music, his bandmates, and hot hookups. Until one woman changes everything . . . Kiera is the kind of girl Kellan has no business wanting-smart, sweet, and dating his best friend. Certain he could never be worthy of her love, he hides his growing attraction . . . until Kiera's own tormented heart hints that his feelings might not be one-sided. Now, no matter the consequences, Kellan is sure of one thing-he won't let Kiera go without a fight.
I didn't think it was possible to loathe Kiera more than I did after reading Thoughtless, Effortless and Reckless, but with each turn of the page, I found my anger rising and my blood pressure spiked. Boiling blood began to run through my veins. Grant it, I thought Kiera was a total cock tease in Thoughtless.
When I read Thoughtless, I despised Kierra, because I couldn't believe she treated two men she claimed to love the way she did. Reading the turn of events through Kellan's eyes, gutted me. My hurt literally shattered into a million pieces seeing the pain that he went through with Kiera. Kellan never imagined that he would fall for a girl, let a lone his best friend's girl. We all knew that their "innocent" flirting was anything but innocent. The two of them were walking a very thin line, on what was and was not appropriate. The two of them craved each others touch. In Thoughtless, we all were amused with how Kellan treated Kiera, how he flirted with her. We all saw how hurt he was when Kiera didn't choose him.
When Kellan began to realize that he was falling for Kiera, it was too late to stop it. He struggles with himself to try and refrain from touching her, from being close to her. But he was like a moth, dram to a flame. He couldn't. He loved her.
Reading the inner thoughts of what Kellan was going through on a daily basis was a very tough pill to swallow. We all know the beatings he took as a child growing up with that monster of a father. All Kellan wanted was to be wanted, to be loved, to be cherished by someone. When he realized that he wanted that person to be Kiera, she couldn't make up her mind who she wanted. She had two amazing men, both doting at her feet. One was a safe pick, that would be Denny, the other was the wild card, that would be Kellan.
Why couldn't Kiera follow her heart, rather than torture Kellan? I questioned whether she was even remorseful for how she treated him. She tortured Kellan daily with her indecisiveness. Kiera would tell him she loved him, then in the next breathe, tell him she wasn't his to touch. The games she played were down right cruel. But despite what Kiera did, Kellan still loved her. He knew she loved him in return. She was just scared to leave her first love to be with him.
I am having a hard time putting into words how much Thoughtful affected me. Kellan already held my heart for the past few years, but after reading Thoughtful, it only reaffirms that he will stay my #1 book boyfriend of all times. When Kellan was created, the mold was broken. He can be cocky when necessary, yet loving, caring, and sensitive. Despite what Kiera put Kellan through, he loved her. So when they were able to come together after months apart, my heart swelled knowing that Kellan was finally loved. He would be able to over Kiera openly, walk into Pete's with her hand in his. He was finally getting his HEA....
Determined to stop thinking, to just go with whatever happened, I dipped my finger into my drink and wet the backs of our hands. Kiera watched every move I made as I shook some salt over our hands. When she made no move to drink her shot, I broke the ice and took mine so she’d feel more comfortable about doing this with me. My throat was numb from doing Jäger shots all night, so it didn’t even burn. It burned for Kiera though.
Her tongue came out to lick the salt off her hand, her mouth opened to receive her drink, and her lips curled around the lime, squeezing its juices. It was an erotic thing to watch. Then her face twisted into a grimace. I chuckled at her reaction, then poured us another round.
The second shot went down easier for her. The third was even easier. We didn’t talk, just drank. And the more alcohol she consumed, the hungrier her eyes became. She was staring at me as tenaciously as the women in the bar did. I did my best to ignore it, but it was difficult to do…I wanted her to look at me like that. I wanted to look at her like that. But I wasn’t about to make any assumptions on what was going to happen tonight. We were just two friends sharing a drink. Two single friends who had almost shared a lot more recently…
By the fourth shot, the alcohol was getting to me. I spilled the tequila trying to pour it in those tiny little glasses. I laughed as I almost dropped the lime from my mouth. I was way beyond buzzing now.
On the fifth shot, everything changed. Just as I was bending down to lick the salt from my skin, Kiera took my hand and ran her tongue over the back of it. She was soft, wet, warm, and felt amazing on my sensitive body. I wanted her to keep doing it, but she pulled back to drink her tequila shot. When she placed her wedge of lime between my lips, my heart sped up. Was she…?
She was. Her mouth reached up to connect with mine. Our lips pressed together as she sucked on the lime. All I could taste was lime and her. It was an intoxicating combination. But it wasn’t nearly satisfying enough. I needed more.
My breath felt strained when Kiera pulled away. Ragged. She teasingly removed the lime from her mouth and set it on the counter. When she seductively licked her fingers, my resolve evaporated. I suddenly didn’t give a shit what we’d been before, or who we’d been with. I didn’t care if she’d dated Denny—that seemed like a long-past memory at the moment. I didn’t care about Evan’s warnings, my regrettable experience with bedding roommates, my promise to Denny to stay away, or my own decision to not cross that uncrossable line. Kiera kissed me. She wanted me. And fuck, I wanted her too.
I took my shot of tequila straight, slammed the glass on the counter, then pulled her back to my mouth, where she belonged.
Our lips moving together felt better than I had imagined. There was so much eager, pent-up passion, I felt like we were both going to burst into flames. I couldn’t get enough of her. My hand on the back of her neck tightened, drawing her in even closer. My other hand found the small of her back. Perfection.
About S.C. Stephens
S. C. Stephens is a #1 bestselling author who spends her every free moment creating stories that are packed with emotion and heavy on romance. In addition to writing, she enjoys spending lazy afternoons in the sun reading, listening to music, watching movies, and spending time with her friends and family. She and her two children reside in the Pacific Northwest.
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