25. McKenzie
TWENTY-FIVE
MCKENZIE
I’ve been dreading Thanksgiving.
It’s the first holiday without my dad, but not only that, my first holiday completely alone.
With my mom going to my aunt’s house, it didn’t make sense for me to try to get out there for a day. Only one of my brothers went with her, so the rest of us were on our own.
We all did a family video call this morning, but other than that, I’ve been sitting in the Danvers’ big ole house, all by myself.
I cleaned, did some homework, and only cried twice. Once in the shower and once while I made myself cinnamon rolls for brunch because my dad always insisted we have cinnamon rolls on Thanksgiving.
Kylie called me a little after my second cry fest, and we talked for a while. She showed me around her house in Georgia, and I met her mom over video call. It was strange meeting her knowing that Tyler chose her once upon a time. She’s beautiful, but that’s not surprising. She’s nice too, at least from what I can tell from talking to her for a few minutes.
“Is Dad home?” Kylie asks.
“Nope. He left this morning and hasn’t been back since. I think he’s going to Coach Zach’s house for dinner, too.” I felt him roll out of my bed this morning and kiss my head before he left. I was disappointed that he got home so late last night. I guess I was hoping for. . . something. Maybe he’s not ready for that, though.
“What? That’s shitty. I thought y’all would at least have dinner together.”
I shrug it off. I’d love to have dinner, just the two of us. But I understand why we can’t, and I understand why we shouldn’t. It doesn’t make it hurt any less, though. “It’s all good. It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to have a day all to myself.”
“Still, I hate that you’re alone. Do you have anything nice planned for dinner, at least?” Kylie is always trying to mother me. At first, I was worried about it because I didn’t want to stress her out, but now I kinda like knowing I’ve got someone in my corner.
“Yeah. I’m roasting a chicken.” Because it was cheaper than a turkey. “And I’m going to make mashed potatoes and green bean casserole. Should have enough leftovers for days.”
“Sounds delicious.” She goes on to tell me they’re going to her grandmother’s house in a little while, where there will be a big feast with her whole family. As much as she doesn’t want to admit it, I can tell she’s excited.
When she has to go, I spend the rest of the day watching Christmas movies, which is the only acceptable thing to watch on Thanksgiving, before I start cooking my dinner for one.
I’ve finished dinner and have cleaned up my mess when I get a text from Tyler telling me he’s on his way home. He doesn’t text me often, so when his name pops up, I get excited.
I wish I didn’t, though. I keep trying not to get my hopes up for anything to happen so that I won’t be disappointed. Maybe he’s satisfied just laying with me in bed and kissing me occasionally. Maybe he doesn’t want to go any further.
But just in case, I’ve put on my nicest underwear set under my sweats.
The front door opens while I’m watching a made-for-TV Christmas movie, and my stomach flutters with nerves for no damn reason. We haven’t talked about anything happening tonight, but just the thought of us being alone fills me with excitement.
He turns the corner and looks stunning in his dress pants and charcoal sweater.
“Hey,” I say cheerily. I hope it’s not too cheery, though. Wouldn’t want to seem desperate, even if I kind of am.
“Hey, baby.” My stomach does another flip at the nickname. I vaguely remember him saying it last night, but I was so tired I thought I dreamed it.
“How was dinner?”
He walks over to the couch and sits at the end, where my feet are covered under a blanket. “It was alright. The food was good, but I would’ve much rather been here with you.”
When he says things like that, it makes me feel like we’re on the same page, yet he keeps staying on the other side of the line of doing anything more than kissing me.
“How was your day?” he asks, grabbing one of my feet from under the covers and rubbing it.
“Good. Quiet. I talked to my family and to Kylie.”
“Good. I’m glad you got to talk to them. I tried to call Kylie on my way home, but she didn’t answer. She’s probably busy.”
“Yeah, she was headed to her grandma’s, I think. I got to meet her mom. Over the phone, that is.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. She seems nice. Really pretty.” I don’t know why I said it. I guess my jealousy is coming out. It’s not fair that she got to have him, but I can’t. I know it’s not his fault, but it keeps creeping back into my mind.
“She is.” He meets my eyes. “But she’s not the person for me if that’s what you’re getting at.”
I look away, embarrassed that I said anything to begin with. “I’m not getting at anything.”
“You sure?” He drops my foot and grabs my hand, pulling me toward him. He isn’t satisfied until I’m straddling his lap. “You know, I think you’re nice and pretty, too.” His hands run up my back. “I think you’re smart and funny.” He kisses my neck. “You care about everyone, and you want everyone to be happy.” He nips at my ear. “And you wanna know something else? I don’t think I’ve looked at another woman since that first day you walked into my office.”
“Really?” I ask.
“Really. I can’t stop thinking about you, baby.”
I rock my hips and feel his erection press into me. He groans.
He searches my eyes. “If I kiss you now, I’m not going to stop. Tell me to stop. Tell me you don’t want this.”
“I can’t. I want this too much.” I moan and give another rock of my hips.
“Everything about our lives is going to get complicated.”
“I know.” Another rock. This time I close my eyes as the sensation hits my clit. “But everything is already complicated.”
“McKenzie.”
“Kiss me, Tyler.”
His lips are on me in an instant. He pulls me closer to his body as he deepens our kiss. It’s messy and frantic and not anything like the slow kisses we’ve been sharing in my bed late at night.
He grabs my shirt and pulls it off, leaving me in my red, lacy, very sheer bra.
“Fuck. Are you trying to kill me?” His mouth lands on my breast, sucking my nipple through the fabric.
“Wait till you see the bottoms.”
He groans. “Stand up.”
I climb off his lap to stand in front of him.
“Take them off.” He nods to my pants.
Feeling a thrill from his demand, I hook my thumbs in the waistband, slowly lowering them down. His eyes watch my movements and take in every inch of skin that’s uncovered. When I finally step out of my pants, I’m left in the tiny red G-string that matches my bra. I turn around so he can see everything the underwear doesn’t cover. I startle when I suddenly feel him come up behind me and grab my ass cheeks.
“You’re gonna make me come in my pants,” he says, his voice strained.
“I’d rather you come in my pussy,” I tell him, unsure what made me speak so boldly. Maybe knowing that I have this effect on him.
He spins me quickly and hoists me into his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist and kiss him as he carries us out of the living room.
I thought we’d be heading to his bedroom, but he stops in the kitchen and sets me down on the island in the center of the room.
“God, I love these, but I’m dying to see you.” He tugs my panties down my legs. “Put your feet up on the counter and spread your legs for me, baby.”
I lean back slightly and do what he says. His eyes take me in, pupils dilating. “Look how wet you are for me already.”
“Touch me, Tyler.” I’m dying for him to touch me. He smirks, knowing just how much this is torturing me.
“I’m going to be touching you all night.”
He leans down and licks right up my center. I gasp. His tongue swirls around my clit, and I arch into him. He slides a finger inside me while his tongue dances in slow circles on my clit.
I run my fingers through his hair, tugging on the ends. He moans into me.
“More, Tyler. More.”
He inserts another finger and pumps both into me, curling them up to hit the spot that makes me feel like I’m going to explode.
I’ve been wanting this for so long, wondering what it would feel like if he made me come, that it hardly takes any time for my orgasm to barrel through me. I’m coming apart on the kitchen island with Tyler Danvers’s face buried in my pussy. Something I never thought would happen, even in my wildest dreams.
He trails wet kisses down my thighs after I come down from the high. Then he stands and takes me in, legs spread, rosy cheeks, eager for more.
He lifts me off the counter. “My room. Now.” He smacks my ass, and I practically run up the stairs and down the hall to his room.
I’ve never been in here, so I wait for him to open the door for me. Part of me wants to memorize this room and look at every last detail, but the needy part wants to climb on his bed and finally let him have his way with me.
He comes up behind me and unhooks my bra, leaving me completely naked. His fingers trail down my bare back. “So fucking perfect.”
I giggle as his lips move down my neck, tickling me with his warm breath. “You know, it seems unfair that I’m naked and you aren’t.”
“You’re right.” He steps away from me. “Do you want to take them off?”
I turn to face him and nod, trying my best not to smile too big. I don’t want to seem too eager to get him naked, but I’m sure it’s obvious since I’m shaking like a leaf.
I start with his sweater, pulling it slowly over his head. I take my time exploring his chest and stomach with my hands and lips.
His belt is next. I fumble with the buckle a few times before I finally get it open. Then I unbutton his slacks and slide them down his thick thighs. I sink to my knees as I remove his last piece of clothing: his briefs.
He’s been sleeping in his underwear with me, but I’ve never seen what’s underneath. I’ve felt him and knew he’d be big, but nothing like what pops out when I slide his briefs down his legs.
Wasting no time, I wrap my hand around him and pump his cock a few times before swirling my tongue over his tip.
He hisses when my tongue meets his sensitive skin. “Baby, you look so good on your knees for me.”
The praise hits me hard, making me pick up my pace. I take as much of him as I can, wanting to feel all of him in my mouth. Tyler pulls my hair away from my face and holds it back while he watches me suck his cock.
“McKenzie, you gotta stop. I don’t want to come in your mouth. Not yet, anyway.”
I reluctantly stop after a few more pumps.
“On the bed. On your back,” he commands.
I scramble to my feet and climb on his bed. It’s embarrassing how badly I want this man, but thankfully, he seems just as eager for me.
He settles between my thighs, pushing my legs even wider. Then I feel it. The tip of his cock is pressing at my entrance. I’m so wet that he’s able to easily slide in, but he does it slowly, as if he’s trying to torture us both.
We both watch as his cock disappears inside of me, and when he’s finally all the way in, his head drops back, and he exhales.
“You’re so tight. I’m not going to last long,” he grits out. I love that I’m the one making him feel this way. I’m making him feel out of control. It’s a power I never knew I wanted, but I’m so glad I have.
His hips start moving, and he thrusts in and out of me. His thumb makes slow circles on my already swollen clit. I feel so full and overstimulated, but my body has completely surrendered to Tyler.
I start chanting his name when I feel my orgasm building again as his cock slams into me over and over again. My nails claw against his skin. My legs shake. His thumb moves faster and faster until I fall over the edge, crashing into my pleasure that’s been hand-delivered by the gorgeous man on top of me.
Tyler grabs my hips and thrusts harder until he stills completely, emptying himself inside me.
He pants above me, and I take a moment to admire him. His hair is messy from my fingers, his lips are swollen from my kisses, and his skin is flushed from what we just did. He’s never looked so sexy. And it’s all because of me.
He slides out of me, and when I feel some of his cum leak out from between my legs, the realization hits me and I gasp.
“What’s wrong?” Tyler asks, freezing in place.
“We didn’t use a condom.”
He runs his hand through his hair. “Shit. Sorry. I’m an idiot. I should’ve asked. I saw your birth control in your room one time, but I still should’ve talked to you about it.”
“I’m clean too. Just so you know.” I haven’t been with many guys before, and I don’t know how I could ever be with anyone else again after what we just did.
“I am, too,” he confirms.
Then he lies down next to me and pulls me close to him. “You’re a dream, baby. A fucking dream.”
He nuzzles into my neck. In the back of my mind, I wondered if he would be unsatisfied with me after we had sex. Like maybe I couldn’t live up to his previous partners who were probably older than me with more experience. But hearing him say that, having him hold me like he always does, shakes any worries I had away.
“Are you alright?” Tyler asks after a few minutes of silence.
“I’m perfect, Tyler.”
“You are. Shower with me.”
It’s not phrased as a question, so I let him pull me off the bed. He leads us into his bathroom, where there’s a giant, two-person shower with built-in benches. I’m a little mad he’s been hiding this from me the whole time I’ve been here.
He starts up both shower heads, and I move to the one that’s very clearly not his “side.” We watch each other as the water washes over us and last about thirty seconds before he pulls me to his side and pushes me up against the tiles, his lips devouring mine all over again.