CHAPTER 9 KAYLEE
I’m getting ready for bed a little earlier than usual since I have an early morning parent meeting tomorrow when a text from Ben comes through.
Trouble: Can we talk?
Me: Want to come over?
Trouble: Probably better if you come here. You know, better potential for naked time.
Me: I have a seven o’clock parent meeting tomorrow.
Trouble: So you’ll go with a smile on your face. Bring an overnight bag.
I sigh. It’s a bad idea, but at least we can blame our fake relationship if anyone in my family catches me hanging at Ben’s place off-hours.
Me: Give me a few minutes.
Trouble: [eggplant emoji] [two finger peace sign emoji] [water droplets emoji] [smiley face emoji]
I giggle at his text and catch myself staring at it a few extra beats.
God, I’m really falling for him.
It’s stupid.
I shouldn’t be.
But I am.
I sigh then grab a duffel bag with a change of clothes for the morning plus all the essentials, and then I head downstairs.
“Where are you going?” Jack asks me. He’s flipping through some paperwork at the kitchen table.
“Ben’s,” I answer honestly. “We agreed if someone catches me sneaking in late or leaving early or sees my car parked in his driveway overnight, all the better for our cause.” None of that’s a lie.
“Have fun,” he says absently, and I hate that I feel like I’m lying to my brother through omission.
“You too. Enjoy your empty house with your wife and your sleeping baby.” I toss him an exaggerated wink, and his laughter follows me out the door to my car.
When I get to Ben’s place, I spot a car I’ve never seen before parked across the street. I haven’t been here that many times, but enough to know I don’t recognize whoever it is. There’s definitely a figure sitting in the front seat, and while I’m certain I’m safe…it still feels a little creepy.
I decide to text Ben.
Me: I’m here and someone’s sitting in their car across the street.
His front door opens seconds later, and he stands there without a shirt on and just those glorious gray shorts as he waves me in. I grab my overnight bag and exit my car.
“Let’s give them a show,” he says softly as I approach, and my eyes flick down to his chest first, then to his abs, and a little lower still before I raise a brow and grin.
He meets me on his front porch and grabs me into his arms. His mouth crashes down to mine, and this is one of those moments when I really don’t have to put on a show even though I hope whoever’s across the street is getting good pictures they can use to help our cause.
He pulls me into his house, our lips still connected, and he slams the door behind me.
I’m expecting him to pull back once the door latches shut, but he doesn’t.
Instead, he shoves his hips against mine as he backs me up into the door.
He deepens our kiss, turning the little spark into an urgent, raging inferno.
I pull back first. “Didn’t you invite me over to talk?” I ask, my voice breathless.
He doesn’t chuckle like I expect him to. Instead, he nips my lips with his then says, “It can wait.”
I agree.
My hand immediately goes to his shorts, where I find exactly what I’m looking for. He drives his hips against my hand, and I feel how hard and ready he is for me. I massage him over those shorts as he moans into our kiss.
And then he shoves a hand down my jeans and gets to work.
I groan into him as he pushes one of those long fingers into me, and I start rubbing his length on the outside of his shorts.
His grunts spur me on until I reach into his shorts and grasp him in my fist. I move my fist up and down his shaft then reach a little lower to cup his balls, and he growls at me, the sound both feral and sexy.
He pulls his finger out of me to rub my clit, then he removes his hand completely from my jeans.
“Get naked. Now.” He reaches into the pocket of his shorts once I get my hand out of them so I can take off my jeans, and then pulls off his shorts and Bart Simpson boxers and rolls on a condom.
His mouth crashes down to mine as he lifts me up so our hips are aligned. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck as he reaches under me to grip himself. A moment later, he’s moving inside me.
I lean my head back until it thumps against the front door, and I see stars as he fucks me against his door in his foyer.
It’s not the first time we’ve had foyer door sex, though it is the first time here at his house we’ve done this.
His fingers are splayed under my thighs, and he inches his hands back until he’s gripping my ass in both hands.
He slides one of his hands over a little, his fingertips brushing against my back door, and I clench up front at the surprise sensation.
He lets out a loud roar as my body tightens over his, and as he continues to shove up into me, he pulls back.
“Open your eyes,” he says.
I do, and his are full of mischief.
“I want to watch your face while I do this,” he murmurs between grunts.
“Do what?” I ask, my voice breathless and he pushes a finger into my asshole.
I clench again as he continues to drive into me, and I squeal out some incomprehensible sound as a new sensation leaps through me.
I thought it would be gross…but it’s not. It’s different and it’s strange and it’s really freaking hot.
I keep my eyes open as he gently moves his finger in and out back there and continues to thrust his giant cock into me. I lose all sense as the buildup of pleasure plows into me, and I scream out incoherently as I climax harder than I’ve ever climaxed in my life.
My body is out of control as it jerks and twists and contracts over him, and he removes his finger as I continue to ride the wave.
My eyes must’ve closed at some point, and as the peak starts to wane, they fly open so I can watch his face, too.
His is twisted in pleasure, and his neck is corded as it’s tipped back.
“Fuck!” he growls as he pumps into me a little faster, and then he roars before he starts to slow his drives.
His eyes open, and there’s a sense of calm there as they meet mine. I feel like jelly as he slips out of me and lowers me down to the ground, and he kisses me one more time as he wraps his arms around me and drops a soft kiss to my shoulder.
“Well that was unexpected,” I say, my words reminiscent of the first time we did that same thing up against Jack’s front door as I pick up my bra. I toss it near my duffel bag and slip my shirt over my head as he pulls his shorts back on.
This time he does chuckle. “What can I say? Expect the unexpected with me.”
“Does it seem like it gets better each time?” I ask as I grab my panties and pull them on.
His eyes dart to mine, and I spot a little fear there. I’m not sure why, though.
He clears his throat. “Yeah, it does. And I guess that’s why I called you over.”
My brows dip as I finish getting dressed. “To test the theory that it gets better each time?”
He shakes his head. “I, uh…I don’t usually do this.”
“Fake a relationship for the public while you’re secretly banging your best friend’s little sister? Yeah, I’d say this is a first for me, too.”
He twists his lips and cocks his head, and I follow him into the family room. He collapses onto the couch then pats the cushion next to him, and I sit. I curl my legs under me and face him.
He clears his throat as he threads his fingers together, and then he works his fingers together as he squeezes knuckle against knuckle, his eyes on his hands as he fidgets.
He straightens both hands and rubs them together before he folds them and does the knuckle thing again.
Clearly he’s nervous about whatever it is he wants to say.
“What’s up, Ben?” I ask lightly.
He presses his lips together then stretches his legs out to prop his feet up on the coffee table. He clasps his hands behind his head and leans back to stare up at the ceiling.
“This is all just a lot,” he finally says. “It feels like it’s getting serious when that’s not what we agreed to.”
“It’s not getting more serious,” I say cautiously. He’s right, though. I mean, hell, we were talking about marriage earlier today.
“Babe, you just said it gets better every time,” he argues as he turns toward me, and I don’t miss his term of endearment, “and I couldn’t disagree with that statement.
But that’s the thing. I don’t sleep with one woman enough times to know if it’s supposed to get better or if this is an anomaly.
I figured it was fine to keep boning since we’re doing this fake thing anyway, but there’s no way to do this and guarantee feelings won’t get involved. ”
Oh, we’re long past that point, but right now hardly feels like the time to admit it. “Of course we can’t guarantee that. When it comes to feelings and emotions, there are never guarantees. But whatever happens, Ben, I can handle it.”
He nods and returns his gaze to the ceiling. “Me too.”
But something in his voice—or maybe it’s the way he’s avoiding eye contact with me—tells me he’s not giving me the whole truth. I guess I have the next five months to figure out what that truth is.