Baby for my Dad's Best Friend (Seaport Billionaires #2)

15. Kaylee

15

KAYLEE

I kill the rest of the afternoon hiding out in my bedroom.

When five o’clock rolls around and I know the crew is gone, I load up my car.

I grab some beer and a pizza, and return to the house to get back to work.

It’s clear that Austin and I can’t be around one another.

We’ll never get any work done.

If he’s going to work with the crew during business hours, I’ll switch to working nights.

I let myself into the house and lock the door behind me.

I push open the plastic curtain that Chase helped me hang that morning and enter the kitchen.

I put the pizza on the island. Flipping open the box, I grab a slice and start eating.

I take a beer from the box and pop the top. I take a long swallow, rinsing down the bite of greasy pizza.

I’ve managed to get all the cabinet doors and the drawers sanded, so now, I need to sand the parts of the cabinets that I can’t take outside.

We hung the plastic sheet to contain the dust to the kitchen.

After I finish eating, I close the box and turn on the radio.

I put a new piece of sandpaper on the sander and plug it in.

I’m just about to turn it on when I hear the front door open and close. I freeze, listening harder.

Sure enough, the sound of a man’s boots walking across the hardwood floor fills my ears.

The plastic sheet parts and someone steps into the kitchen.

Austin freezes when he sees me.

I put down the sander and turn to face him, keeping the island between us. “What are you doing here?”

He motions over his shoulder with his thumb. “I was on my way to the store to get something for dinner when I realized that I forgot the batteries for my tools. I need to take them home and charge them tonight.”

He rubs his jaw. “I didn’t think anyone would be here. Why are you working so late?”

I place my forearms on the counter, bending over and leaning against it.

“I’ve realized that as long as we’re both in this house, no work will get done. So, I figured I’d make things easy for you by working at night after you leave.”

He takes a deep breath and runs his hand over his face.

His head falls forward as he stares at his feet. “I’m sorry, Kay.”

“For what?” I ask, finishing my beer.

“This whole thing between us is messed up and overly complicated.”

I grab two beers from the fridge. I keep one and sit the other on the far side of the island for him.

He steps up and takes it, popping the top and taking a long drink.

“I tell you I want you but that I can’t have you. I kiss you and then push you away, but the second you move on, I can’t let you enjoy it because I sit there and watch every move you make.”

He swallows another gulp. “How’d your date end up the other night?”

I lick the beer from my lips and meet his gaze. “It was fun. He’s a nice guy; lives alone in the city. He’s an investment banker.”

He nods, his sharp jaw twitching. “Sounds just like your type.”

I snort and his eyes shoot up to mine. “You don’t know my type.”

He takes a drink, his eyes growing darker as he looks at me. “If you had fun with him, he’s your type.”

I bite my lip, wanting to confess something but not knowing if I should.

Fuck it.

I’m tired of holding back.

“Half of the fun I had on that date was knowing that you were watching me.”

His eyes narrow. “What do you mean? You didn’t even see me until I got up to leave.”

I shake my head. “I saw you the moment I sat down. I saw the back of your head. And just as you were turning around, I looked at my date because he was handing over a drink. I knew you were there. I knew you were watching me. And I enjoyed knowing that you were jealous.”

He scoffs and shakes his head. “See, this is why we wouldn’t work. You’re too young for me. You like to play games like this, and I’m too old for all of that, Kaylee.” He clenches his teeth, making his jaw flex.

“You’re never too old to play games, Austin.” I move my hands to the button on my shirt, undoing it.

He cocks his head to the side. “What are you doing?”

I undo the next button. “Playing a game.” I undo the next one, and then the next. “You like watching me, and I like you watching.” I shrug and unfasten the last button. “So, I thought I’d give you something to watch.” I push the shirt down over my shoulders, letting it fall onto the floor at my feet.

His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as his eyes fall to my bra-covered chest. “Stop it, Kaylee. Put your fucking shirt back on right now or I’ll turn around and leave.” He takes a step away from me.

I smirk and shake my head as I reach between my breasts for the clasp on my bra.

“You won’t leave. You can’t, and we both know it.”

I unhook my bra but hold the cups in place, so nothing is exposed.

His eyes are dark and hooded as they stay glued to my chest.

“Do you want me to stop, Austin?”

He doesn’t move. He doesn’t blink or speak.

He’s frozen, just watching.

“If you want me to stop, I will,” I say, walking around the island. “But I don’t think you want me to, do you?” I stop in front of him. “You want this just as badly as I do. The only difference is that I’m not running from it. I’m willing to take a chance. Are you?”

I let my bra fall down my arms. Before it can hit the floor, he’s moving toward me.

His right hand cups my jaw while his left presses against the small of my back.

He pulls me against him, his mouth crashing against mine.

Our tongues tangle and explore as I melt into him.

He feels so good pressed against me. I’ve never wanted anyone so badly.

I push his shirt up his stomach, and he breaks our kiss long enough to rip it over his head.

He drops it onto the floor and a moment later, he’s pulling me back in, our naked chests pressing against one another.

His hand tangles into my hair. He fists it, yanking my head back and exposing my throat.

He kisses my chin and jaw. He bites my earlobe before scraping his teeth down my neck, making goosebumps prickle my skin.

He sucks and bites and kisses and licks his way down to my breasts.

His large, callused hands move up to cup them. He massages and kneads them.

He presses them together as he kisses his way to my nipple.

He sucks one into his mouth, and I arch my back into him as a moan escapes my mouth.

His hot tongue swirls around it before flicking back and forth. “Austin, please,” I cry, the junction between my legs throbbing.

“Are you begging, Kay?” he whispers against my skin, his voice deep and raspy.

“Yes. Please.”

He releases my hair, his hands moving to the button on my shorts.

He stands tall before me. “I told you that you’d beg.”

He doesn’t smirk, but his eyes darken as he dips his head forward, pressing his mouth to mine once again.

He pushes my shorts down my legs and I step out of them, left in nothing but my tennis shoes and neon-pink lace thong.

He grabs two handfuls of my ass, squeezing before he pulls back and spins me around.

It happens so fast, I’m dizzy.

One second, I’m in his arms, and he’s kissing me breathless.

The next, I’m facing away from him and being bent over the island with him standing behind me.

He keeps one hand on the back of my neck. The other reaches around me and pushes my panties to the side.

He bends, kissing my spine. “I’ve thought about doing this since the moment I met you… bending you over and fucking you from behind. Do you want that, Kay?”

“Yes,” I cry, feeling like I’m about to explode.

His fingers dip between my legs, collecting the arousal and spreading it up to my clit.

“Mmmm, your pussy is so tight,” he says, thrusting two fingers into me. I gasp when I feel myself stretch around him.

“If you’re this tight around my fingers, think how much my dick will make you stretch.”

Suddenly, he’s withdrawing his fingers, but he slides them farther back and pushes a fingertip into my ass.

My body twitches, and I moan. “Fuck me,” he growls. “Has nobody ever been here, Kay?”

I shake my head, every muscle in my body growing tighter.

“Am I the only one?” he asks, slowly working his finger out and back in.

I nod vigorously as I turn and look over my shoulder at him.

His free hand has worked his jeans down his hips, and he’s gently stroking his long, hard cock.

His dark eyes meet mine and they stay locked there as I watch him lean in and spit.

The warm liquid runs down my crack, wetting the finger that he’s now able to work deeper inside me.

He moves the head of his cock between my legs, allowing me to rock my hips forward and back to coat his length in my excitement.

It also causes me to work his finger that’s still inside me as well.

Every muscle is tightened, and my body is more than ready to let my release explode. Every movement adds to the high.

“Tell me what you want, Kay.”

“Fuck me.” I don’t hesitate.

I’ve never had sex like this.

He was right.

I might have had sex hundreds of times, but never with someone as experienced as he is.

He knows exactly what to do to drive me wild.

“Are you sure?” he teases, pressing his tip against my entrance.

“Yes. Please, Austin.”

The moment the last word leaves my lips, he thrusts forward, impaling me with his cock.

My back arches, and I gasp as the feeling of being too full takes over.

His hips pause even though he’s only halfway in.

“You’re perfect, Kay,” he growls, pulling his hips back and sending them flying into me again.

This time, he gives me all of him. Pain slices through me; I’ve never been with anyone as large as him.

He removes his finger from me and grabs my hips with both hands.

“Is this what you wanted, Kay?” He pulls me into his thrusts.

“You wanted me to fuck you? You wanted to draw out the beast inside of me?” He drives forward again.

“Well, you fucking got it.” He rocks forward and my orgasm crashes over me. I moan and whimper as my body clenches around his.

His hand moves around, rubbing my clit as he pushes me over every wave.

I come so hard that I feel my release running down my inner thighs.

My back arches, and I scream for more.

He jerks my head back by my hair, leaning in and kissing me hard as he continues to drive inside.