CHAPTER 16 KAYLEE
The house is quiet when I get home from work the next afternoon.
Kate takes JJ with her when she works at Luke and Ellie’s place, and she’s usually there until close to five.
I have no idea where Jack is, but he’s a busy guy even in the off-season with Dalton Developments, his real estate development company.
I twirl around in my bedroom for a minute as I think about what I want to do if I get the apartment. I’ll need furniture and decorations, and since Kate’s studying interior design, she’d be a great candidate to help me even though my mom will definitely want a hand in those decisions, too.
I start cleaning my room, which, let’s face it, was already clean.
I may be a tiny bit of a neat freak, and organization is practically my middle name.
I’m a lot like my brother Jack, who prefers simplicity, as opposed to Luke, who tends to have a sappy side.
The plan isn’t for me to live here long term, so I haven’t hung anything on my walls.
I packed away my college knickknacks in a storage tote and haven’t bothered to open it since I graduated.
I feel like it’s the kind of tote that can sit on a shelf for the next decade and eventually I’ll just get rid of it without ever opening it again.
So I’m not sentimental. I’m practical. I tend to err on the side of futuristic as I look forward to what’s to come rather than reminiscing over what I’ve already lived through. And right now, I’m looking forward to seeing Ben again.
I hear the front door open downstairs, and I figure it’s just Jack before I realize he doesn’t usually use the front door—he enters in from the garage.
I peek down over the banister to find Ben standing in the front hall.
My heart races as he looks up at me and raises a brow, and that’s when I move. I bound down the steps and into his waiting arms.
He doesn’t even greet me with a hello, but to be fair, he doesn’t get one, either. His arm loops around my waist as he pulls my body into him, and I wrap my arms around his neck as I extend onto my tiptoes to meet his height at nearly a foot taller than me as his mouth crashes down to mine.
His tongue thrashes against mine brutally. I don’t know that I’ve ever been kissed with so much pent-up passion and energy, and it makes everything inside of me twist with need.
I hitch one leg up, and he hoists me up as I straddle his midsection.
He thrusts his hips toward me, and I’m pretty sure we won’t make it to the bedroom at this rate.
His tongue continues to thrash against mine as he drives his hips toward me over and over, and we’re like two animals here in the foyer.
“Fuck, Kaylee,” he mutters, finally pulling back from the urgency of his mouth on mine. “I need to be inside you. Now.”
I answer with a low moan as my lips drag along his neck. “Fuck me, Ben.”
Gone are the concerns about where Jack and Kate are, though they should be at the forefront of my mind.
Instead, Ben sets me down onto my feet and reaches into his back pocket.
He produces a condom and gives me a sly smile.
“Let’s do this.” He puts the wrapper between his teeth as he takes a step toward me.
He pulls my blouse over my head and tosses it to the ground.
Next he unhooks my bra, and then he pulls the condom from between his teeth as he leans down to nuzzle the space on my chest between my breasts.
He sucks one nipple into his mouth, and I cry out from the pleasure.
I wrap my hands around his head and pull him closer as he takes his time on my breasts, and then I reach down between us and rub the outside of his jeans.
His response is a low growl, and he lets go of my breasts to bat my hand out of the way as he takes charge.
He pops his button and lowers his zipper, and then he reaches for me and flicks the button of my pants, too. “Take them off.”
I rush to get out of them and I get rid of my panties while I’m at it. He pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it on top of mine, and then he pulls his cock out. He doesn’t take his jeans off as he starts to roll the condom on, and my jaw slackens a little as I take in the view.
Perfect washboard abs. A sexy chest that I could lose myself in. Strong, athletic arms.
And one hell of a gorgeous cock that’s about to be buried inside me.
As soon as he has the condom secured, he rushes toward me. He pulls me into his arms and kisses me again. This kiss holds the same passion and urgency, but it’s slower as we prepare to take this to the next level.
He lifts me so I’m straddling his waist again, and I won’t be able to walk through this foyer again without seeing this moment in my mind’s eye. Me, naked, straddling a standing football player. Ben, half-naked, ready to plunge into me.
He reaches underneath me and aligns his cock with my body, and he impales me a second later.
“Oh my God,” I moan at the same time he hisses, “Holy fuck.”
He buries himself as deeply as he can before he lifts me slightly to pull back.
My face is buried in his corded neck as he stretches back.
I drag my lips along his skin as my body adjusts to his size, and he leans his head down as I tip my head back to connect with his lips before he really starts to move.
He turns us so my back hits the cold front door, but it braces me enough for him to hammer into me.
I’m lost in the feeling of his body connecting with mine. His body is outrageous, and he knows how to use it. Maybe it’s from experience, but at this moment, I don’t care. He’s using it on me, and it’s utter perfection.
He shoves up a little harder as he gets a good angle when I’m against the door, and it’s enough to make me see stars.
It’s way too fast as my body starts to buckle under the pleasure, and the spring that has seemed to coil tighter and tighter by the second since he first relieved the ache he started under Jack’s dining room table finally gets the release it was seeking.
I fall apart as he continues to hammer into me, and I thrash in his arms and cling onto him while he does what he can to continue thrusting into me. His mouth finds mine again, and as pulse after pulse of intensity hit my body, the ache wanes and a deep relaxation fills its place.
As my body starts to calm, he hits his peak.
He’s still kissing me, but he stops as his body hits its climax.
He drops his lips to my shoulder and lets out a string of curses as he continues pumping into me, and he ends with the same roar of victory I’ve heard him make on the field when he scores a touchdown—his signature Big O Thunder.
I push away the emotions as they start to creep into my chest. I don’t want emotions attached to this. We’re simply having fun. Taking pleasure and giving pleasure.
That’s it. That’s all it can be.
I mean a video of Ben Olson crushing beer cans on his head went viral a few days ago.
I’m a middle school teacher. I can’t be publicly associated with someone like him if I want to keep my reputation clean at work both with my administrators and with my students.
It’s my first year. I don’t need scandals following me, and considering he did volunteer work this morning to help his image, it looks like he doesn’t need the scandal of fucking the little sister of not one but two of his teammates.
They can’t find out Ben and I are banging in secret. Jack would have a freaking conniption fit that his best friend and teammate is screwing his baby sister. Luke is more rational, but he’d still calmly point out that there’s a decade between us and it’ll never work.
But that’s the thing. I don’t care if it won’t work.
I just want to have some fun, and that’s all Ben is after, too.
If my family finds out, then there will be expectations leveled at us that neither of us want.
He’s in season, and I’m at the start of my career.
He’s older, and I’m too young for him. He doesn’t do relationships, and you know what?
Neither do I. There are too many questions that come with them finding out, so it’s just easier this way.
Besides, sneaking around in secret is a hell of a lot of fun. I think I could get used to secret sex meetings and under the table fun with Ben every Monday night at our family dinners.
Sex is all this will be.
I repeat that mantra a few times.
It doesn’t seem to matter.
I can say the words in my own head all I want, but the emotions rushing through me right now are painting a slightly different picture.