CHAPTER 12 KAYLEE
“Has school gotten any better since we talked last Monday?” The way the question rolls off his tongue with his deep, raspy voice causes my thighs to clench together, but I think my thighs have been clenched since that near kiss after my date with the social studies teacher and again after the pool party.
“Nope. Still hate it.”
He laughs, and he has this infectious, boisterous laugh that makes me giggle, too, even though what I just said wasn’t funny. He always laughs like that. It’s robust and full of life, just like him. “I hated middle school, too. That’s why I almost never went.”
I shake my head with a smile. “You were trouble.”
“You have no idea,” he says, and why does it feel like he’s implying something sexual here? “Still am, if I’m being honest.”
I glance around the table at my family. My brothers laugh with the women they love as they watch their babies in their highchairs. Today they’re yelling potato at JJ, but if they couldn’t get him to say carrot, they’re sure as hell going to fail at potato.
Josh and Nicki didn’t make it to tonight’s dinner, so nobody’s sitting directly across from us.
It seems like everyone else is occupied…so I catch Ben’s eye and up the ante. “Prove it.”
He doesn’t say anything, but his eyes seem to heat where they connect with mine and his lips quirk up a little slyly at my challenge.
It’s time to act.
I look around the table once more, and it’s confirmed. Nobody is paying any attention to us. I raise a brow in challenge. “Let’s have some fun.”
His eyes flick down to my lips, and then my chest, and then back to my eyes, and the heat in his gaze is enough to melt my panties. “I think I could show you a really fun time.” His voice is husky and low, and I’m getting the sense that he wants this as much as I do.
I sit up a little taller. I take a sip of my margarita to hide my mouth as I pose my next question. “So what are you going to do about it?”
He glances briefly around the table and sees the same thing I just saw.
Everyone else is busy with their own conversations just like they’re busy with their own lives.
I’m glad he’s here—just like I’ve been glad every week.
Talking with him sure beats the hell out of playing the role of innocent little sister that my family has cast me in my entire life.
I may be the little sister, but I’m sure as hell not innocent.
Not anymore.
“What kind of fun are we talking about?” he asks.
I raise a brow and my tongue darts out to wet my bottom lip. His eyes follow the movement. “You know exactly what kind of fun I mean.”
He nods and glances around again. “Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he breathes, and my stomach does a little flip.
I pick up my taco and take a bite, and it’s as I’m chewing that I feel Ben’s big, warm hand slide onto my thigh under the table.
He inches it upward as that ache between my thighs intensifies, and I silently thank all things holy that I wore a dress to work today and didn’t have time to change between school and dinner.
I shift in my seat and allow my legs to fall open as his hand slides to my inner thigh. He angles his head toward me and his eyes fall to mine.
“Tell me more about school,” he says softly, his voice nearly crooning at me as his fingertips brush the silky edge of my panties.
His dark eyes meet mine as he turns toward me, putting on the act like we’re simply having a conversation, like his hand isn’t mere inches from being inside my body, like my chest isn’t buzzing with anticipation and my spine isn’t tingling with excitement. “Tell me what you teach.”
I clear my throat as my stomach flip flops again. “Seventh grade language arts.”
“And what are seventh grade language arts students learning from you?” he asks, his voice husky.
He pulls at the edge of my panties, and I drop my taco as he starts stroking…
well, my taco. He chuckles as he sees the effect he’s having on me.
I force my body to still and my eyes to stay open even though all I want to do is fall back into my chair and let him have his way with me.
“Oh…” I moan when he slides a finger through my pussy then pushes it into me, and I let out a soft grunt.
“Jesus,” he murmurs softly when he feels how wet I am for him.
Loud laughter comes from the other side of the table. I have no idea what it’s about, nor do I care—but they’re all occupied. That’s all that matters.
They have no idea that Ben Olson is currently fingering me under the table while they laugh and eat their tacos.
“Uh, uh, uh,” I murmur softly as I try to form the first word of the title. I finally get it out. “Of Mice and Men.”
“Pick up your drink.” He murmurs his command, and as I reach for my margarita, he shoves his finger in as far as he can.
I can’t help a tiny moan, met with another of his chuckles.
“What are you doing with Of Mice and Men?” he asks.
“Th...theme,” I stutter as he drives that finger in and out, in and out. I can’t concentrate on this conversation when he’s doing these things to me under the table.
Holy shit does it feel good. Long fingers drive in, pushing me closer and closer to a hot orgasm.
“What’s the theme?” he asks. He pulls his fingers out and brushes my clit, and the edges of hot pleasure start to pulse down low as my body braces for what’s about to come…namely, me.
I can’t have an orgasm sitting here at this table, but his hand below deck is freaking addictive.
“Loneliness,” I gasp.
He laughs, and then the pleasure stops. I’m at the precipice of a body-crushing climax, and he freaking stops.
I turn my angry gaze over to him as both his hands move in view of the table, and he’s not looking at me.
Instead, he picks up his taco as he joins the conversation across the table with some comment.
I have no idea what he’s saying because my head is buzzing at the near climax still racking my body.
A bit of chicken falls out of his taco onto his plate, and he picks it up with the finger that was just inside me while he says something to my mother. My mother.
My eyes fall to his finger as he moves it toward his mouth, places the piece of chicken inside, and then proceeds to lick his finger. When my eyes flick up to his, his hot gaze is on me. “Proof enough for you?”
Oh man. This guy is definitely Trouble with a capital T.