35. Kaylee
35
KAYLEE
I drift in and out of sleep as we lounge on the couch, watching TV.
We’ve finished dinner and cleaned up. I took a long, relaxing bubble bath, and we’ve been lazy on the couch ever since.
It’s going on 10 p.m. The house is dark, with the only light coming from the TV.
Austin is kicked back with his feet up on the coffee table, and I’m lying across the cushions with my head in his lap.
Every so often, he combs his fingers through my hair. It’s sweet and innocent. It relaxes me and turns me on at the same time.
I don’t know how a simple touch can leave me so torn, but he manages it.
“You want to head to bed?” he asks.
I roll onto my back, looking up at his handsome face. The corners of my mouth tug upward as I study every inch.
I love his dirty blond hair and the way it feels silky when I grab it.
I love his dark, expressive eyes.
All I need is one look into them to know what he’s feeling.
Everything about this man is perfect.
His straight nose isn’t too wide or too thin. His high cheekbones and squared jaw. That dimple in his chin and the way they form in his cheeks when he smiles.
I love watching his Adam’s apple bob, and how soft and warm his skin is.
“What are you doing?” he asks, eyes narrowing.
“I’m not doing anything. Why?”
He grins. “You’re doing that thing again.”
“What thing?”
“That thing that’s going to lead me to a sleepless night because I’ll be buried inside of you instead.”
I giggle and shrug, batting my lashes. “I mean, you’ll sleep when you’re dead, right?”
He chuckles.
“I can’t help it. You’re gorgeous.” I crawl onto his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“I think you’re sleep-deprived. You’re the one who’s gorgeous.” He leans in, placing his warm lips beneath my ear.
“Mmmm.” My head falls to the side, giving him access to my throat. “I can’t get enough of you, you know?” I scratch my nails from his neck to the top of his head. “I love the way your hair feels between my fingers.” I glide my hands down to his biceps, squeezing. “I love how hard your muscles are, and how warm your skin is.” I grind my hips against his lap, feeling him twitch against me as he kisses my neck. “I love looking into your eyes and knowing what you’re feeling.”
He pulls back, resting his head against the couch as his eyes meet mine. “What am I feeling right now?”
I grin. “Right this second?”
He nods.
“It’s s trick question. You’re feeling a mix of things.” I grind against him again. “You’re excited.”
He smirks.
“You’re tired and a little annoyed.”
“I’m never annoyed by you.”
I giggle. “That’s sweet, but we both know that isn’t true. You get annoyed with me all the time when I tease you, knowing we don’t have time for sex.”
“That’s true,” he agrees. “So, why tease me? You just want to annoy me?”
I laugh. “No, because you fuck me harder when you’re annoyed.”
He growls and tightens his grip on me as he lays me across the couch.
He flexes his hips, grinding his hard cock against my center. “You want to get fucked hard, don’t you.”
I lift my head off the couch, closing the space between our mouths. I bite his lower lip before gliding my tongue against his.
He kisses me hard, fast, and deep. “If that’s what you want, gorgeous, all you have to do is ask.”
I grin.
He grinds his cock against my center again, making my pussy clench. “Fuck me hard, Austin.”
His mouth opens but his words are cut off by the doorbell.
“Who could that be this late?” he asks, pulling away.
I stand with him. “I don’t know, but I’ll get it.” I take a step, but he wraps his arms around me and pulls me back. “You’re not answering the door this late at night. I’ll get it.”
I grin. “You’re going to the door like that?” I point down at the way his cock strains against his sweatpants.
He looks down and chuckles. Then he shrugs and says, “Maybe it’ll teach this asshole a lesson about coming over so late.”
Another giggle. “Or Kinsley will start coming over at this time more often. I think my little sister might have a crush on you after I showed her that picture.” I grab his wrist, pulling him to me.
He groans. “You’re not supposed to show anyone those pictures.”
“What? You can’t see anything.”
“You might not be able to see my dick, but you know what I’m doing with it based on the look on my face.”
I giggle and the doorbell rings again. “Oh, yeah.”
He shakes his head. “We’ll get it together.” He tugs me to the door. I flip on the porchlight while he peeks out the curtain. “It’s your dad,” he whispers.
“Oh?” I reach for it, and he knocks my hand away. “What?”
His eyes widen as he looks down at his manhood that’s starting to go down.
“Just cover it up. He’s been out there long enough,” I whisper back.
He steps away from the door, and I pull it open. “Dad? Why are you out so late?”
Dad steps inside and looks from me to Austin, who’s just turned to face us. I notice he keeps his hands clasped over his crotch to hide any bulge.
“You left these at the house,” Dad says, handing over my ultrasound pictures. “Those are special. You’ll want to hold onto them.”
“Thanks, Dad.” I lift the pictures, unsure why they needed to be delivered this late. “But this could’ve waited until tomorrow. It’s late, and you have work in the morning.”
He shakes his head and runs his hand through his hair. “I haven’t been sleeping much lately, but I hope that changes soon. Can I please speak with you two?”
I nod. “Sure, come on in.”
Austin and I have a seat on the couch, but my dad looks too anxious to sit.
He stands, keeping his hands in his pockets and his head bowed.
“Kaylee, I owe you an apology. We raised you to be smart, mature, and responsible. You’ve always made me proud, Kay. I don’t want you to think that you’re letting me down now because you’re not. You’ve always made decisions, and you’ve always accepted the consequences gracefully and without complaint. You are right. You are an adult, and only you can choose how you live your life and who you allow to be a part of it. I’m sorry for letting myself into your home to catch what you weren’t ready to tell me. That goes far beyond a line I never wanted to cross. Austin is a good man. I know that, and that’s why he’s been my friend for all these years. I have no doubt that he will do everything in his power to make you happy.”
Tears fill my eyes, and I have to swallow a lump in my throat. “Thanks, Dad.”
He nods and then turns his attention to Austin, who’s stock still at my side.
“Austin, I owe you an apology as well. I’m sorry for hitting you and calling you names. I’m sorry for what I said to you the other night. It’s just that when it comes to my little girl… I can get a little protective.”
He nods. “There’s nothing to forgive, Dave. I would have reacted the same way.”
Dad looks at me. “I’m not saying that I’m one hundred percent okay with this. It’s going to take some getting used to, but I am working on it. If that’s good enough for now, I promise I will do my part to keep this family together.”
I hug him. “Thanks, Dad. It means a lot.”
He nods when I pull back. Austin stands and holds out his hand.
I watch my dad look from Austin’s face to his outstretched hand, and back. Then he claps his hand into it and the two men shake.
“I’m heading home. It’s getting late and I do need sleep,” Dad says, heading toward the door.
Austin and I follow him to it. I open it, allowing him to step out. “Love you, Dad.”
“Love you too, honey,” he responds, stepping out.
I watch him go until he’s made it to his truck in the driveway. Then I shut the door, lock it, and turn off the porch lights. Austin steps up to me, his hands finding my hips. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”
I frown as my hands slide up his strong arms to wrap around his neck. “Did what?”
“Left those sonogram pictures there. You knew he’d sit and look at them. That the idea of having a grandchild would open his eyes.”
I move my head from side to side, mulling it over. “I thought the pictures would help open his heart, but same thing.”
He grins and tickles my sides. “Smart and gorgeous. What am I going to do with you?” he asks, moving his mouth to my neck.
I tilt my head to the side. “Mmmm, you better hope you never piss me off because I can use this brain for good and evil.”
“How about we shut that brain off for a little while. You don’t need it for what I have in mind, anyway.”
His mouth crashes against mine hard, but he’s kissing me slowly and savoring the feel of me in his arms.
Picking me up, he turns and carries me up the stairs to our room, where he kicks the door shut behind him.
Before he even lays me down, he has my clothes stripped off.
He covers my naked body with his, and a mess of kisses, licks, nips, and roaming hands as he praises every inch of me.
He flips me onto my stomach, smacking my ass playfully. I flinch as a moan slips from my lips.
He leans in, kissing the warm spot his hand left behind. “I think you liked that,” he says, lips grazing my skin.
His hand dips between my legs, finding me wet. “Mmmmm, you did like that, didn’t you?”
He lands another firm smack to my behind, and I bite my lip and whimper.
He kisses to my lower back, but his hand dives between my legs, and his fingers thrust into me. “Always so ready for me,” he murmurs, biting my shoulder. “On your knees, Kay. Let me fill this gorgeous cunt.”
I’m immediately up on my hands and knees.
He positions himself behind me and withdraws his fingers, but he takes himself in hand, using my arousal to coat his length before he slams into me.
I fall forward, a moan ripping from my lips “Fuck,” I cry.
“You’re an elementary school teacher, Kay. You should watch that dirty mouth,” he teases.
I look at him with a flirty smile. “I thought you liked my dirty mouth?”
He pulls back. “Oh, I do, sweetheart. But you better watch what comes out of it before I’m coming in it.” He slams into me again, and my muscles tighten around him.