Chapter 11 #2
Lefty had never lived with a woman before.
Had never had the desire to. But he had to admit, coming home after working all day was a hell of a lot better with Kinley in his apartment.
Her shy, welcoming smile made all his aches and pains from working out with the team disappear.
He loved puttering around his kitchen with her.
She wasn’t the best cook, but then again, neither was he.
She’d sworn that she was perfectly happy hiding out in his place, and he hadn’t seen any signs that she was lying.
Kinley didn’t seem to care about anything most women did.
She hadn’t mentioned needing to buy anymore clothes; she’d only brought a few outfits with her, but seemed to enjoy wearing his oversize T-shirts with her leggings.
And, of course, he wasn’t going to complain.
He loved seeing her in his clothes. Maybe it was the caveman in him, but seeing his too-big T-shirt swimming on her made something deep inside him growl in approval.
She was perfectly content to sit in his apartment all day and amuse herself. She didn’t seem to be going stir crazy in the least. She was a woman who was happy being by herself, and that was something he hadn’t experienced before. He liked it.
The more he was around her, the more Lefty was intrigued, and the more the connection he’d felt in Africa and Paris grew.
He loved talking with her about everything and nothing.
She’d opened up about her childhood, and hearing more details had made his heart hurt.
If ever there was a girl who’d been begging for someone to love her, it had been Kinley.
When she’d insisted, he’d told her some stories about his own family, and while it made him feel guilty that he’d been so blessed and spoiled, she’d told him that it made her heart feel good to hear how happy his childhood had been.
It had only been a few days, but Lefty had no idea how he’d lived without seeing her every day of his life. She made him laugh, but she also calmed something deep within him.
But any calm he’d felt over the last few days was thrown out the window the second he pulled her into his arms on his couch.
He’d touched her plenty. Hugs, an arm around her shoulder, putting his hands on her waist as he moved her out of his way in the cramped kitchen, but nothing compared to this.
She was wearing another one of his shirts, but her legs were bare. He felt them entangled with his own, and it was all he could do not to shove them apart and press his hard-as-nails cock between her legs.
Virgin, he thought to himself. He couldn’t do anything that might scare her. Besides, he’d promised to behave.
Kinley’s slow, even breaths were warm against his chest and he tightened his hold on her. He felt more satisfied and content simply holding her like this than he’d felt after fucking any of the other women he’d been with.
Lefty didn’t understand it, but he decided not to overanalyze. He hadn’t meant to rush her, to pull her into his arms, but now that she was there, he had no idea how the hell he’d manage to ever sleep again without holding her.
The hour and a half they had before they needed to get up went by way too fast. Lefty had stayed awake the entire time, wishing the clock would stop and he could hold her this way forever.
The alarm on his phone sounded, and Lefty leaned over to grab it from the table next to the couch and turn it off. Kinley groaned and snuggled deeper into him.
“Not a morning person?” he asked.
She shrugged.
“But you’ve been getting up with me every day this week.”
“And then going right back to sleep on the couch after you leave,” she mumbled.
Lefty chuckled. “The couch? When you have a perfectly good bed?” he teased.
“Smells like you,” she said softly.
Lefty closed his eyes briefly, and it took everything in him not to turn and trap her under him.
Virgin, virgin, virgin, he chanted to himself. “I admit that I like how my bedroom now smells like you,” he told her.
She picked up her head, and he smiled. Her hair was a mess, flattened on one side and sticking up wildly on the other.
She had a crease on her cheek from lying on him and her eyes were unfocused from sleepiness.
“I’m not ready for…you know. But I definitely liked this,” she said, nodding to his chest.
He smiled. She wasn’t very articulate when she just woke up. He’d have to remember that. Hell, who was he kidding? There was no way he’d forget anything about her. “I like this too,” he said. “But whatever we do or don’t do, it’s up to you.”
He watched as her eyes cleared and she stared at him. “I… Do you think we can try the bed tonight? I mean, if you don’t like it, or if it’s too uncomfortable for you, it’s okay, I just—”
Lefty put his finger over her lips. “I’d like that. A lot.”
“I’m not a tease,” she said seriously after pulling her mouth away from his finger.
“I know you’re not. I can control myself, Kins. Are you gonna freak out if you feel my erection against you? Because I might be able to control where I put my hands and what we do in bed, but I can’t exactly control my reaction to you.”
She blushed, but she didn’t break eye contact. “I’m not going to freak,” she told him. “I might be a virgin, but I’ve…um…seen pictures and videos and stuff. I know how sex works. And I’ve had orgasms and used toys.”
Lefty inhaled deeply and closed his eyes again. Thinking about the woman in his arms playing with herself and using a vibrator almost pushed him over the edge. He wasn’t a porn man, didn’t find it exciting in the least, but watching it with Kinley? Yeah, he could definitely get on board with that.
“Gage?” she asked, pulling back a little.
He tightened his arm and stopped her from moving any farther away from him.
He opened his eyes and knew they were probably dilated.
His dick was hard and ready to fuck, but he did his best to ignore it for now.
“Good,” he told her. “I can handle you being a virgin, but the thought of having to teach you everything is a little daunting.”
She smiled shyly.
“I need to get up and shower if we’re going to get to Devyn’s apartment on time this morning,” he said.
Her grin faltered. “Oh…okay.”
Lefty leaned forward and nuzzled a spot behind her ear, going so far as to lick her skin before nipping her earlobe. “I’m gonna need some extra time in the shower this morning to take care of…things. Having you in my arms for the last hour and a half was the sweetest kind of torture.”
He picked up his head and looked at Kinley.
She was still blushing, but she said, “I think an extra-long shower for myself is necessary too. You know…just to make sure I’m clean before I meet Grover’s sister.”
Lefty groaned, and another vision of her standing in his shower, dripping wet, with her hand between her legs was enough to make his cock weep in excitement.
“Up, woman. Start the coffee. Relax for a while. And Devyn’s gonna love you. Wanna know how I know?”
“How?”
“Because you’re you.” Lefty then sat up with Kinley in his arms and plopped her on the cushion next to him.
His cock was still hard, but he did his best to ignore the way her eyes took him in from chest to knees.
He stood there for a moment, enjoying the way her own pupils dilated as she drank him in.
“Like what you see?” he asked. He wasn’t usually self-conscious about his body, but this was Kinley. Her opinion mattered.
She licked her lips and nodded.
Lefty couldn’t resist reaching out to touch her once more before he retreated to his bathroom to take care of his needs. He ran his knuckles down her cheek then gripped the back of her neck. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, then brushed his lips against her cheek.
“Be back soon,” he told her, then strode out of the room, doing his best to think about anything other than how soft Kinley’s skin was, and how badly he needed her in his life on a permanent basis.
Kinley wasn’t sure how she’d survived the morning.
First there was sleeping in Gage’s arms. She’d never slept better and had never been so comfortable.
She’d had no idea sleeping with a man could feel so good.
Except she had a feeling it was simply because it was Gage’s arms she was in that made it so comfortable.
Then there was the embarrassing admission about masturbating. She could’ve died right then and there, but somehow Gage had made it not so embarrassing, especially when he’d admitted he was going to get himself off in the shower.
She’d seen his erection—how could she not—behind the boxers he’d been wearing, and it had both impressed and scared the shit out of her.
She wasn’t an expert, but his size was daunting.
She’d kinda hoped to lose her virginity to someone with a smaller-than-average penis, but Gage definitely wasn’t small by any stretch of the imagination.
In the end, she’d been too embarrassed to masturbate in his shower, but she’d definitely thought about it.
And Gage, being Gage, hadn’t made things awkward after they’d both gotten dressed.
They’d sipped their coffee and he’d toasted her a bagel and put extra cream cheese on it, just how she liked it.
They’d arrived at Devyn’s apartment and stepped into the middle of World War Three.
At least that’s what it felt like. Grover wasn’t happy with his sister’s choice of apartment complexes, saying it wasn’t safe.
Devyn, in turn, told her brother he was being high-handed and ridiculous and she was twenty-nine and could take care of herself.