Chapter 22 – Kirby #2
“Yes.” She nods her head and my forehead falls to hers as I fuck her with everything I have.
I move my right hand from beside her to over her head, gripping it in my hand as I fuck her harder than I want to.
The harder I fuck her, the tighter she becomes.
She arches her neck and moans out before coming back and sliding her tongue into my mouth at the same time she comes on my cock.
Her pussy’s so tight it’s hard to pull out, even an inch.
She holds on to my face, her fingertips gripping me as she gushes over my cock.
“I can’t,” she mewls, shocked. “It’s happening again. ”
“Let it,” I urge her. “Ride it out, baby.” Before she even finishes riding the first orgasm, she comes again.
This time I can’t fight it back; my balls tighten as I come.
Our eyes lock on each other as if she knows I need to see her eyes.
Her eyes lock on to mine as if she needs to see mine.
My mouth devours hers as my thrusts slow down, until I’m just planted to the root inside of her.
“Jesus,” I say, turning to the side and taking her with me, “you’ve fucking ruined me.
” I look at her face as she looks at me, her eyes going down as she tries not to smile but fails.
My arms wrap around her, not wanting to ever let her go.
I kiss her nose before she buries her face in my neck.
“I want to stay like this forever, but I have to get rid of the condom,” I inform her as I slide away from her, “and then we need some food.” I stand on the side of the bed, watching her turn to her side to watch me.
Her perfect fucking body is on display and my cock, which should be going down right about now, wants a round two, then probably three and might settle after four.
“You want to come with me?” I motion with my head toward the bathroom. “Or do you want me to bring you a rag?”
“I’ll come with you,” she says, getting off of the bed and standing next to me. “Um, is that normal?” She points to my cock that is still hard.
“No.” I shake my head and slip my hand in hers as I make my way over to the bathroom.
“But then again, nothing with you, Lexi, is normal.” I walk into the bathroom and she looks around.
“Give me a second and I’ll get out of your way and you can do your thing.
” I walk over to the toilet and pull the condom off of me, before grabbing tissues and tossing it in the trash.
“I’ll meet you downstairs.” I stop beside her and bend to kiss her neck.
“Okay,” she says and I walk over and slip on my briefs before walking down the steps and to the front door where our food is waiting.
Turning, I walk back into the open-concept room.
The dining room off the massive kitchen is right in front of the four big couches that face the television.
The whole back of the house is floor-to-ceiling windows, showing you the ocean.
It’s the same view from the bedroom, but I don’t have any shades in this room.
The windows also all slide open if you want.
I walk to the cabinets, taking out two plates and look over when I hear footsteps.
She walks into the room wearing one of my Warriors T-shirts.
“I borrowed this,” she says. “I hope it’s okay. ”
“It’s more than okay,” I reply as she moves to the island and her eyes go to the water.
“You might have one of the best views I’ve seen in my life,” she compliments.
“I’m looking at the best view right now,” I tell her and her eyes come back to find me looking at her.
“We should talk,” she says and I already hate the way she is starting this conversation.
“We should.” I am not sure if I agree with her, but I say the words anyway.
She pulls out one of the stools as I grab two bottles of water from the fridge, and I wait for the other shoe to drop. I sit down beside her. “So where should we start?”
She snags the bag and opens it up, grabbing a burger and then handing me the other one. “I think we should start with me saying I really, really, like you.”
“Oh, for the love of everything.” I look up at the ceiling. “If this is the ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ talk.” I hold up my hand. “I think we can skip over it.”
She laughs. “It’s not that.” She looks at her food. “But it is that.” I open my burger; not sure I can look at her without saying something she isn’t ready for. “And it’s a little bit more than that.” I take a bite of my burger as she continues, “You are going to be my boss.”
“Okay.” I look over at her.
“And, well, I’m not going to sleep with my boss.
” She taps the counter next to her burger as she grabs a cold fry.
“It’s just, I can’t do it.” I turn to her now.
“This job is a big deal to me,” she says softly.
“It’s the first job I’ve had, really. Trent never wanted me to work because I had to be ready in case he needed me.
” I raise my eyebrows. “I know it was his way to control where I was and what I was doing. But I always wanted to get a job and being able to be on the fundraising committee, even though I didn’t get paid, to me was like working.
But this”—she shrugs—“it’s my first big-girl job, and I just can’t be sleeping with my boss. ”
“I see.” I take another bite, but the whole time it’s a struggle to swallow it.
“I shouldn’t have started this.” She trails off and I can hear the quiver in her voice. “I would never lead you on.”
I put my hand on hers. “You are one of the best women I’ve ever met.
There is not a mean bone in your body.” I smile at her.
“I wanted this as much as I have ever wanted anything in my life.” I lift my hand from hers to move her hair behind her shoulder for me to be able to kiss her neck.
“And I respect your decision a thousand percent. I’m not happy about it, but that’s only because I’m selfish and want you.
” She smiles sadly. “But if that is what you feel like you need to do, then I’m going to respect your decision.
” She looks back at me when I say, “However, it’s Saturday and you only start work on Monday, so until then, I’m not your boss. ”
“I guess that would be correct.” She sits up straight.
“Which means we have a day and a half.” I turn her in her chair.
“We do.” She smiles big before she rolls her lips and her eyes go big.
“So will you stay here until tomorrow night?” I ask her. “I would like Monday morning, but I know with you in the bed, I’m going to want to fuck you the first thing in the morning, so Sunday night it is.” I trail off. “If that is okay with you?”
“Sunday night.” She nods at me and I don’t bother finishing my meal or letting her finish hers before I drag her back to my bedroom for rounds two and three.
* * *
I lie in the bed, the sheet covering my bottom half as I watch her slip her jeans back on.
The pit in my stomach is getting bigger and bigger as she reaches for the shirt and covers the rest of her body.
The body I spent the last thirty hours committing to memory.
I want to tell her I hate this, but instead I toss the sheet off me and get out of bed.
Neither of us says a word to each other as she puts her sneakers on and I grab a pair of boxers and basketball shorts.
She stands up and looks at me, and I wonder if she’s feeling as shitty about this as I am. “I guess I should go.” She motions over her shoulder with her thumb.
“I’ll walk you out,” I tell her and she nods, turning to walk out of the room.
I follow behind her, the whole time it feels like my feet are getting heavier and heavier.
She grabs her purse from the entryway table as I unlock the front door and pull it open, the sun already down for the night with the stars in the sky.
I walk her to her SUV as she opens the door and tosses her bag onto the passenger seat.
“I guess this is it,” she says softly and I take a step toward her, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her to me.
I bury my face in her neck and she does the same, except she gives me a soft kiss, and out of all the kisses we’ve shared the past two days, it’s the best kiss I’ve gotten.
“Thank you for this weekend,” she says, letting me go and stepping away from me. I fucking hate every single second of this. I hated it from when she told me yesterday to every single second after.
“Thank you,” I reply, putting my forehead onto hers, “for giving me an incredible weekend.” The lump in my throat feels like it’s getting bigger and bigger.
My lips kiss hers lightly before I let her go and step away from her.
“You, Lexi Petrov,” I say, using her full name, even though I know her last name is Yoder, “are one in a million.”