21. Kiley
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
KILEY
Iwas a ball of nerves the following day, not knowing if tonight might be the first night of our new “arrangement.” Normally Jax gets home in the wee hours of the morning from a nighttime away game, but sometimes they wait until the next morning to fly out.
Because they’re playing in Pittsburgh and it’s less than a two-hour flight, there’s a chance he’ll be home before midnight.
I didn’t want to text him and ask, but my mind keeps racing on whether or not I should wait up for him.
My anxiousness must have shown because the third-grade gal team questioned me during recess.
“Why is your leg bouncing all over the place?” Audrey asks while she places her hand on my thigh to keep it still. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing,” I lie, because if I told them what’s about to happen, they’re going to freak out and want updates every hour I’m in Jax’s company.
“You know you’re a crap liar, right?” Lyra lowers her voice so the children couldn't hear her. “Spill it, O’Shea. What’s on your mind that has you so distracted? You almost drank ketchup instead of your water at lunch.”
“You saw that, huh?” With an audible sigh, I look around to make sure my kids are doing okay before telling them about the biggest news in my life. “I may have gotten myself into a situation that I don’t know how to handle.”
“Is this what I have been hoping for?” Lyra starts clapping her hands in excitement. She has been asking almost every day if Jax and I have “finally succumbed to our lust for one another”—her words, not mine.
“If it involves me and my new boss, then yes, but nothing has happened yet.
She scrunches up her nose in confusion. “Then what kind of situation have you gotten yourself into?”
I proceed to give them the cliff notes due to us continuously being interrupted by children needing something or calling our attention.
“If I were him, I would be hoping to come home and find you in my bed with only your birthday suit on.”
I frown. “Wouldn’t that make me look desperate?”
“No, it would make you seem confident and know exactly what you want.
I shake my head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea since we also agreed to no…” I look around and lean in closer to them. “No you-know-what.”
“No, I don’t know what. No oral?” Lyra asks.
I turn a shade red from embarrassment. We would be in some serious trouble if our principal knew what we were talking about right now.
“You know…” and I made a hole with my left hand and put my right index finger through it to indicate sex.
“Are you serious?” Lyra exclaims in outrage. “That’s the dumbest idea I’ve ever heard. Why on earth would you agree to that?”
“Shhh, lower voice,” I whisper yell at her. “Because he’s worried I’m going to develop feelings, and he’s made it crystal clear he has nothing to offer me.”
“That’s such a cowardly thing to say,” Audrey huffs. “As much as I don’t want to admit it, I have to agree with him. Honestly, I think this whole arrangement is a terrible idea, and you are going to develop feelings.”
“Pff, no, she won’t,” Lyra responds for me.
“As long as she remembers this is only a temporary situation until he moves back to Canada, then she can remain cool and detached.” She turned to me.
“It’s just sex. You’re satisfying your body’s craving for physical touch.
This is normal, and you don’t have to become attached to the person satisfying you. ”
“Right,” I nod, liking Lyra’s outlook. “I’m going to stay cool and detached. I can do that!” I assure them with false bravery.
But as the day turned to evening and I zip through the methodical schedule of our after school and nighttime routine, my confidence is at a negative one hundred. All I keep thinking is that this is probably a mistake and I should call the whole thing off.
I try to keep myself busy by grading papers, but since I’m all caught up, it doesn’t take me very long to go through today’s assignments.
I turn on the television and find a true crime documentary.
I get so engrossed into it that two hours fly by and, suddenly, it’s ten p.m. I stifle a yawn and turn off the television when my phone alerts me to a new text message.
Jax: We’re on the bus to the airport. Hope to see you tonight. I’m really looking forward to continuing where we left off.
That is all the encouragement I need. I give his text a thumbs up and sneak into mine and Zander’s room to take a shower.
Once done, I rub my body down with some scented body oil, put on a sexy bra and panties, and cover them up with cute pajamas.
I look at myself in the mirror, discouraged that I don’t look sexier, but I only brought practical pajamas with me to keep here.
I brush my teeth and finish with mouthwash so that I have a nice, clean mouth for him to fully explore.
I go back out into the living room and decide to take a small nap before he comes home. I grab a blanket from the closet, lie down and settle into the couch. I close my eyes and fall into a deep sleep.
The next thing I know, I feel warm lips leaving light, feathery kisses along my cheeks.
“Kiley,” Jax whispers. “Wake up.”
“You’re home.” I blink open my eyes to see that the condo is dark with only the light from the moon shining through the windows. Jax is sitting on the side of the couch, above me. “What time is it?”
“It’s almost one. I’m sorry it’s so late.”
“It’s okay. Did you guys win?”
He shakes his head. “We lost in a shootout, but at least we got a point.”
“I’m sorry.”
He shrugs. “Don’t be.” He holds out his hand and helps me stand up from the couch. He’s dressed casually in a comfortable long-sleeved T-shirt and sweatpants.
“Are you hungry?” I ask, thinking I can heat some of the leftover chicken and broccoli cheddar orzo I made for dinner.
“Yes, but I’m not hungry for food.”
I see the desire in his eyes, and my body comes alive. Now I’m wide awake.
“I know it’s late, so I understand if you want to go to sleep, but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you and our kiss from the other night.”
He places his hands on my hips and pulls me in closer so that we’re touching. I gulp and stare at those lush lips of his.
“You’re in charge. If you want to go to sleep, then just tell me it’s time to go to bed.”
I inhale sharply when I feel his hard on pressed against my stomach. I lick my lips and his eyes dilate. I should tell him it’s too late, and we should go to our separate bedrooms, but rational Kiley is no longer available. Horny Kiley is now awake and ready to play.
“It’s time to go to your bed, Jax.”
His lips curl up into the most devastating smile. “That’s a good girl.”
He takes my hand and leads me into his bedroom.
I stare at his bed as I hear him softly close the door.
Seconds later, I feel his arms wrap around me, his soft lips nibbling on my neck.
His kisses get firmer as he makes his way up my neck and grazes his teeth against my earlobe. I gasp and moan at how good it feels.
His mouth continues sucking and kissing me while his hands massage my hips, causing my ass to grind against his ever-growing erection. I take a ragged breath, my insides clenching as waves of desire roll through me. His left hand moves to cup my breast, while his right slides over my abdomen.
“You remember the rules, Kiley?” He whispers in my ear as his hand slides into my pajama pants. His finger slides over the hem of my underwear.
“Yes,” I groan as he gently pinches my hardened nipple. All of my nerve endings are tingling with the need to be touched. Wanting him to feel the same way, I snake my left arm in between us and rub my hand over him.
“What are they?” He growls when my fingers squeeze the outline of him through his clothes.
“No sex, no feelings.”
“That’s right,” he murmurs as he walks his fingers underneath my underwear and over my mound. “Try to remember that as I make you come.”
His finger rubs over my clit, and my knees almost buckle from the shocks of pleasure that are sent straight to my core.
His middle finger curls up, and he gently rubs back and forth.
His lips have latched onto a sensitive part of my neck, and I moan loudly.
While he’s wreaking havoc on my neck, his fingers have made their way in between my wet folds.
I grip him harder and rub faster at the same time he picks up the tempo on my sensitive bud.
It’s been so long since I’ve been touched that I know this session isn’t going to last long. My noises are getting quicker and louder. My hips are bucking against his hand, and the sensation of his dick gliding between my cheeks just adds to my growing passion.
He must be at the same level I am, because without warning, he removes his hand from my pants and spins me around to face him.
Our arms wrap around each other, and he fuses his mouth to mine.
We both moan when our tongues collide; the ecstasy of how it feels is almost too much to bear.
Without breaking our kiss, he walks me backwards until the back of my thighs hit his bed.
He catches me before I fall and turns us around so he’s the one sitting on the bed.
I immediately climb on top of his lap and continue my assault on his lips. I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed kissing someone the way I enjoy kissing Jax. He’s such an excellent kisser that even if all we did was kiss, I would die a happy woman.
I feel him growing larger underneath me and my hips automatically glide against him. He groans and thrusts his hands in my hair, anchoring my head to kiss me deeper. My fingers fist his shirt, and I immediately want to feel his hard, naked chest against me.
I break our kiss and whisper in his ear, “take your shirt off,” before grazing my teeth against his earlobe. I feel him shiver before I lean back in his arms and grab the hem of his shirt.
“We’re only taking our shirts off tonight, nothing else,” he tells me before lifting his arms for me to pull his shirt up and over his arms. A pang of disappointment hits me in the belly, but it’s soon forgotten when I see he’s wearing the necklace I gave him for Christmas.
I touch the shamrock and my gaze meets his.
“I never take it off. It’s my good luck charm and reminds me of you.” I swallow the lump of emotions his words just evoked in me. I go to kiss him, but he prevents it by swiftly taking off my shirt and unclasping my bra from behind.
As soon as my breasts are free, he bends down and takes my left nipple into his mouth.
I throw my head back, trying to curtail my moans as the current of pleasure continues to turn faster and faster at every swipe of his tongue.
He continues sucking and I feel myself floating higher and higher, my insides clenching more and more, needing him inside of me.
“Jax, please,” I beg, the pent-up friction inside of me needing to be released.
He lifts his head from my breast and kisses me. I wrap my arms around his neck, molding our bodies even closer. I lift up to wrap my legs around his hips and hook my ankles together. The position places my clit perfectly against him. I moan deeply into his mouth and move faster against him.
“Ride me, baby,” he says against my mouth. “You’ll get exactly what you’re wanting.”
He grabs my hips and grinds me against him. I’m no longer in control of my body as it takes exactly what it wants. My hips thrust harder against him, and I quicken the pace, frantic to feel that euphoria of my release.
“Kiley, you’re going to make me come,” he pants, and his words are the tidal wave that bursts my dam open.
I open my mouth to scream, but he covers it with his own and drowns out the sounds of my orgasm.
I grip him tighter as my body spasms against his.
He releases my mouth, burrows his head in my neck and groans out his own release.
I go limp against him, my arms slowly falling from his neck down to his back. He grips me tighter, his body occasionally shaking from a tremor that was the earthquake of our orgasms. Our heavy breathing fills the air, and we hold each other in silence.
Once my pulse has calmed down, I feel the uncomfortableness of my wet pants. I lean back to look at him. He plants his forehead against mine and kisses my nose. I close my eyes and sigh, not wanting this feeling to end.
“It’s late. You probably should go back to your room.”
I squeeze my eyes tighter against the hurt of being dismissed after such an amazing experience. But what was I expecting? Cuddling? Him offering for me to sleep in his bed? That would be mighty awkward if Chloe walked in here and saw her nanny sleeping with her dad.
I give him a fake smile before opening my eyes. “You’re right. Time to sleep.”
I scramble off of him and try to find my shirt in the dimness. Thank goodness he didn’t turn on the full lights, because I can only imagine the huge wet spot that is all over my pants. My face feels like it’s on fire with embarrassment and humiliation.
I feel around the floor at the foot of the bed to find both my bra and my shirt. After I put them on, I turn around to find him standing right in front of me.
He gently places his hands on my hips and brings me closer. “Thank you for an incredible evening. I hope you sleep as well as I will.” He kisses me hard, but the kiss ends before it could turn into something more.
I swallow and find my voice. “Goodnight, Jax.” I turn around and quietly leave his bedroom.
I tiptoe to my bathroom and quickly clean myself up and brush my teeth. I get into bed with Zander, my mind replaying everything that just occurred.
One thing’s for sure: I know I made a grave mistake accepting this arrangement. Feelings are going to develop, and I just have to pray my heart won’t be shattered beyond repair when he decides he’s had enough of me.