Chapter 29 – Lexi #2
“Did you not see the mess I made in your bed?” I joke with him and point over my shoulder with my thumb. “It was the most…”
“Lexi,” he calls my name and I know he wants me to look at him, “I’ve never had sex like that either.
And not to be an asshole, but I’ve had a lot of sex.
” I roll my eyes. “But that—” He points to the room.
“That was like next level. I thought I died. Like my legs nearly buckled.” I can’t help but laugh.
He shakes his head, reaching for a face cloth.
“Then I almost forgot about making you come and just came by myself.” That makes me laugh.
“And for the record, I am not a fan of you talking about you with whatever his name is.” I have to roll my lips because he knows exactly what his name is. “Or me with other women.”
“Same,” I say, “like, out of sight, out of mind.”
“Yes. So can that be the last time I have to listen to you talk about what’s his name and sex?”
“Just so you know, he never got me that turned on.” I wrap my arms around his waist. “Sometimes I didn’t even finish.” The smile on his face goes big. “I definitely never had a wet spot.” I kiss his chest and he picks me up, putting me on the counter. “What are you doing?”
“Seeing if you’re still wet.” That’s the last thing he says before he slides his cock into me, fucking me on the counter in the bathroom.
* * *
My eyes fly open when I feel a heaviness on my legs and then the feeling moving up to my hip and then over my stomach.
Raising my head off the pillow, I see Jefferson walking up my body.
I look over and see Kirby with his back to me, somewhere along the way he let me go and rolled away.
She makes her way up to my face, and then with the top of her head, she nudges my chin.
“What does that mean?” I whisper at her and she does it again, the sound of her purring filling the room. I slide my hand out from under the cover and rub her. She settles on my chest for a full two minutes before she gets up and jumps off the bed.
“Good morning to you too,” I say, getting on my elbow and seeing the sunlight trying to come in from around the bottom of the shades.
I toss the covers off me and head to the bathroom, snatching one of Kirby’s T-shirts from the bench in his room.
I tiptoe out of the bedroom and then head out to the kitchen.
Jefferson follows me down the steps and toward the kitchen.
I open up the cabinets as I search for things to make myself a coffee and make sure Jefferson has breakfast too.
I feel like I’ve had the workout of my life, and I can’t help but smile when I think of the workout I had.
The phone rings from the table and I run over to grab it.
I open my purse and look down, seeing it’s Zara calling me.
“Hello,” I answer, looking over my shoulder, hoping I didn’t wake him.
“Good morning,” she says, her face filling the screen. “Did I wake you?”
“Um, no,” I say, shaking my head and walking into the kitchen.
“You aren’t home?” She sticks her face deeper into the screen. “Where are you?”
“I’m at a friend’s house.” I avoid looking at her, but the smile and giggle that comes out of me makes it evident that I’m not really at a friend’s house.
“At a friend’s house, and what is this friend’s name?”
“It starts with a K,” I whisper, putting a coffee cup under the spout for the coffee.
“Oh my God, you had sex.”
“I did,” I confirm to her and she just gasps. “Good sex. Great sex.” I try to keep my laugh down. “The best sex.”
“I want to hear all the details,” she prods and I look over to the entranceway.
“He’s a guy I’ve known for a while,” I say softly, “and he helped me through a lot.”
“Gabriel did that for me too,” she replies and I laugh.
“You had a one-night stand with him and then snuck out on him.” I walk to the fridge.
“Yeah, he helped me get over my cheating ex,” she huffs, “and then his super sperm got me pregnant.” I laugh louder, as I sit on the stool.
“Anyway, tell me about this guy.” I pour the milk in my coffee and tell her everything.
I don’t think I’ve ever been this open before.
Even about meeting him in Phoenix and the dance class.
“So he plays hockey,” she finally asks me, “and when does he play Matty?” I look over and then see him walking into the kitchen, wearing boxers and rubbing the sleep away from his eyes. “I have to go and make sure I am in LA when they play each other.”
“Okay,” I say, watching him, “call me later.” I quickly hang up when I feel him wrap his arms around me, kissing my neck. “Good morning. Did I wake you?”
“Yes.” He buries his face in my neck. “I reached over and you weren’t there.”
“Sorry, Jefferson woke me up and then,” I start to say as he walks toward the fridge, “my sister called.” I take a sip. “Ever since I left Trent, we have Sunday coffee dates.” I’m waiting for him to say something as he grabs a small bottle of orange juice and shakes it. “Is that okay?”
“Why are you asking me this?” He leans against the counter. “She’s your sister, you talk to her when you want to talk to her.”
I shake my head, forgetting for a moment who I was talking to. He’s not Trent and his support of me reconnecting with my family shouldn’t surprise me. “I also spend most of Sunday catching up with everyone in the family.”
“Okay,” he says, as if he’s missing something. “Are you asking me to go out so you can have private time with them?”
“No,” I gasp. “I just—”
“Lexi, you talk to your family when you want to talk to your family, for however long you want to talk to them. I can be in the room, or you can go in another room if that makes you more comfortable. You can talk to them whenever they call you. I just will have to draw the line if you’re blowing me.
I don’t want you using your mouth for anything else.
” Here, in the middle of his kitchen, I laugh like I don’t think I’ve laughed before, and with the laughter is a lightness in my chest I don’t think I’m used to just yet.