19. BODI
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M y hangover has nothing to do with the amount of rum I pumped through my veins last night and everything to do with the brunette living with me.
I shouldn’t have crossed that line, but fucking hell, it was so good.
I don’t regret it for one second, but this morning I woke up having no clue how I’m going to keep this professional now. Not to mention that I hate waking up without her.
When we got home, I fucked her on the kitchen counter. Then I bent her over the back of my couch and ate her out from behind before I fucked her again.
After that, my mind went into overdrive, contemplating if I should drag her to my bed and cuddle her until morning, or if that was a step too far. The girl has put a spell on me or something. Luckily, she saved me from that level of awkwardness by just giving me a kiss with a mumbled good night before she disappeared into the guestroom.
She’s a fucking champion.
Now, I’ve been staring at the ceiling for the last hour, with a fucking hard-on, might I add, thinking about how good Kayla would look riding me and then reprimanding myself for thinking it. How I wished she was lying next to me when I woke up.
I like Kayla. A lot. But I’m afraid she’ll want more than giving in to our sizzling chemistry.
Fuck, I’m in so much shit.
How the hell am I going to keep this from escalating into the most awkward situation ever? We share friends, for crying out loud. It will screw up everything if our relationship suddenly turns…weird?
I don’t date. Dating leads to relationships and falling in love, and that shit makes your brain turn into mush. I like my brain too much for that.
The safest option is to call Jensen and ask if Kayla can still stay with Finn’s friend, but the thought of her waking up in someone else’s house has my stomach flipping upside down. I don’t want to ship her off. I want her to stay. At least until she can afford her own apartment.
Great. I run a multimillion dollar company, and I can’t even fix the problem living in my condo.
I need help, so I grab my phone from the nightstand to type a message, and it doesn’t take more than ten seconds before my best friend replies.
BODI: I slept with Kayla.
JENSEN: Took you long enough.
BODI: Shut up.
JENSEN: Was it any good?
BODI: Shut up.
JENSEN: Then why are you texting me?
BODI: She works for me.
JENSEN: So fire her.
BODI: I can’t do that. She’s got nothing else. Besides, she’s really good at her job.
JENSEN: I have no doubt she’s a great personal assistant to you. LOL.
BODI: I hate you.
JENSEN: Nah, you don’t.
JENSEN: What is the problem?
BODI: I still want her.
JENSEN: No shit, mate. Still don’t see the issue?
BODI: What if she wants more?
JENSEN: What if she just wants sex?
BODI: You think she can separate the two?
JENSEN: She’s nineteen. Not five.
JENSEN: Stop talking to me and go talk to her.
BODI: * Middle finger emoji*
I hate how right he is, and with a grunt, I decide to not waste any more time and get out of bed. When I walk into the living room, she looks up from the couch, her eyes moving up and down my body with a lustful gaze. I lick my lips when I notice her bare legs, a pair of sweat shorts and a Stanford t-shirt covering the rest of her body.
Why can’t she be ugly? That would make this whole situation a lot easier.
“Morning,” she smirks.
“Morning.” I plop my body on the corner of the couch, rubbing my palm over my face with a big groan, and she sighs. When my eyes find hers, she’s giving me an unimpressed look.
“Are you here to have the awkward talk with me?”
How does she fucking know?
As much as I definitely feel some discomfort about this situation, her brazen attitude still makes me laugh. “You know you just made it awkward, right?”
“You don’t see me squirming on the couch.” I can’t hide my smile, making me wonder if I can just say nothing and roll with it. See what happens. What if she is mature enough to keep the lines from blurring?
“What are you watching?” I ask, trying to postpone the reason I came out of my room, like a damn pussy. I rub the back of my neck.
“You want to discuss what I’m watching?”
“No,” I confess.
“Just spit it out, Bodi.” Her tone isn’t angry or irritated, but I can still hear some disappointment.
“Last night was—”
“Fun? Amazing? Mind-blowing?” she cuts me off with a smug grin.
“Shut up.” I glare with a half-smile.
“What? I thought those gymnasts were amazing! Did you see how agile she was? She could throw her leg way up here.” Her leg moves into the air while she shoots me a seductive wink.
“Kayla,” I growl her name at least once a day, but after last night, even I can hear how it sounds different. Longing, searing, and desperate as fuck.
“Fine.” Her leg drops, and she throws her hands in the air, placating. “Continue.”
“Last night was… great.” I lean down with my elbows on my knees, rubbing my hands together.
“But?” She drags it out, and I twist my head to look into her gorgeous eyes.
If you are about to tell a girl you want nothing more from her than sex, I’d expect to see hurt, contempt, anything that reminds me she’s still young and wants something different than me. But instead, she’s just giving me an encouraging look, as if I’m the only one struggling with this.
“No, but . It’s no secret I want you, and after last night, that didn’t change.” I hold still, sucking in a deep breath.
“But?” she repeats, this time with a little more impatience.
“But I don’t want to date.”
“Ouch.” She grips her heart and even though her face is relaxed, I think there’s a hint of defeat in her light blue irises staring back at me.
“It’s not you, Kayla,” I explain. “I just don’t date.”
“Ever?”
“ Ever, ” I confirm.
I lean back into the couch, throwing my legs next to her so that we’re completely mirrored, each in our own corner.
Her head tilts with curiosity. “Why not?”
It’s a simple question, but the answer is something I’ve never confessed to anyone. Not even Jensen, and the fucker is my best friend.
But I decided a long time ago that love isn’t for me. After my mother died, I slowly saw how my father lost his mind, because he lost his heart.
I’d rather die with a full conscience than slowly vanish in a body with a mind I can’t control. My mind is everything I have got. It’s what made everything I have possible. My father lost that when he lost my mother and I never want to end like that.
“I’ll tell you if you tell me why you dropped out of Stanford.”
She purses her lips with wide eyes. “No dating. Got it!”
“Good.”
“Good,” she parrots.
We stay quiet, staring into each other’s eyes for way longer than we should, and within a split second, the air changes like it always does. I breathe out through my nose to settle down.
“So,” she starts, “friends with benefits?”
“Are we friends?”
“I hope so?”
“Right.” It’s the only thing I say because I don’t know how to answer. I want to be her friend, but I don’t know if I can be her friend if I’m also sleeping with her. Not to mention the fact that I’m still her boss. It feels like I’m signing up for a lot of confusion, and a disaster waiting to happen.
“Look, I know I mess around with you, because, well, you’re hot.”
I chuckle. “You’re so blunt.”
“BUT,” she continues, “I consider you my friend, Bodi.” She pauses, giving me a tentative look that slices through my chest. “I hope you feel the same.”
“I do,” I breathe out. “Even though you’re making life hard on me every chance you get.”
There is a protectiveness inside of me reserved for her and that makes me believe that I do consider her to be my friend. I want her to be okay. I want her to be happy. I want her to succeed in whatever she wants in life.
“I keep you on your toes. You love it.” She huffs, but it’s followed by a smile that expands my heart. “Well, that wasn’t as hard as I thought. Feel better now?”
Her lighthearted attitude about this is something I should be relieved about. I was scared she’d throw a fit or a teenage tantrum, but instead, she’s handling this like a pro, like an adult, giving me exactly what I want.
Sex without any complications .
But then why do I feel disappointed? Why is there something pinching my heart as if I’m missing something?
“I guess.” I rake a hand through my hair as I keep staring at her.
She looks gorgeous with her face completely free from make-up, and her brown hair up in a messy bun. Makes me want to cuddle her. Makes me want to kiss her all night long while she’s wrapped in my arms.
My eyes fall to her plump lips that’re taunting me with their alluring pink color. When she notices where my attention is, her tongue darts out, and I shift my gaze a little up. Her eyes sparkle at me with a craving that quickly builds my own, the sexual tension filling the space between us as fast as flipping a switch. Our eyes don’t divert for what feels like forever until she rolls her eyes. She tosses the remote to the side with a dull look.
“Are you going to kiss me now?”
“I thought you’d never ask.” I throw my body forward until I’m on top of her and she falls onto her back on the couch. My lips find hers with a hunger that never seems to dry up, and when her tongue presses against mine, I let out a ferocious moan. Her fingers snake up to my neck, holding our heads locked with a need that travels all the way through my body to my groin.
“Glad we got that settled,” I murmur against her lips.
My hands explore the soft skin under her t-shirt, and with a lazy look, she pulls it over her head, exposing her braless breasts. Her nipples are rock hard, and I bite my lip before my mouth latches onto them, swirling my tongue while my fingers twitch holding the other one.
“Yeah, great talk,” she hums, followed by a longing cry when I forcefully suck her nipple. Her palm lands on my hard dick that’s dying to spring free and, as if she can read my mind, she yanks my sweats down in one swift move.
With her feet, she manages to push them down to my ankles, making it easy to kick them off while she does the same with her shorts. Within a second, she’s lying underneath me, in all her naked glory, and I take a moment to stare at her.
Fuck.
“I don’t have a condom,” I huff.
“I’m on birth control and I’m clean. Are you?”
I shake my head. “Never had unsafe sex.”
Her eyes widen before they darken with lust. “I’m the first who you’ll fuck completely bare?”
I hover above her face, our lips almost touching.
“If you let me,” I whisper.
“Fuck, that’s sexy. Fuck me, Bodi,” she says with a hint of desperation, as if getting rid of that barrier deepens our connection forever.
“You’re so gorgeous.”
She looks back at me with hooded eyes, licking her lips as I trail my finger between her breasts and all the way to her soaked pussy. It’s glistening with her wetness and when I move my hand down to rub my fingers through her folds, she shakes her head, holding my wrist in a tight grip.
A frown lines my forehead in confusion.
“No foreplay. I just want to feel you inside of me. All of you . Own me.”
This girl is a dream. She must be a fucking dream, because I can’t explain it any other way. I crash my lips against hers, aligning my dick at her entrance to let her take control.
“Take it. Take all of me , babe,” I whisper against her plump mouth.
She grabs my ass, her fingers pressing into my skin like a fucking feline, and with velocity, she pushes my hips forward. I let out a groan when her wetness coats my dick as it’s being hugged by her walls, letting her push until I can’t go any farther, then bring my hips back to do it again.
Her head falls back with closed eyes, and I pepper her neck with kisses while I slowly keep thrusting inside of her.
“I love it when you stretch me wide.”
“Damn, babe,” I bark, “you can’t say shit like that if you don’t want me to shoot my load prematurely.”
“I love it when you slam your dick inside of me,” she adds, resulting in a moan erupting from my throat. She shrugs with a seductive grin. “We can do it all over again, right?”
“Oh, we will.” I smirk, hoping I can keep up with this girl’s stamina.
“Then just fuck me, Bodi. Fuck me how you want.”
My eyes grow wide as I search her face. Never have I slept with a girl who says the things she says. She knows exactly what to say to make me feel desirable, like she wants to make me feel good, just as I want to do with her.
And the thing that turns me on the most is the look in her eyes. The look in her eyes tells me it's a raw desire. It’s not something she’s saying to please me. She’s enjoying every single thing I do to her body, and it makes me want her even more.
“Where did you come from?”
I don’t wait for her reply and continue to move my hips at a steady pace, resulting in a moan rumbling from her slender throat every time I push back inside of her. She feels tight, giving me just enough pressure to lose my mind completely while her body is glued to mine. She brings shivers rushing down on me while she scratches my skin with her nails, and I close my eyes to enjoy every sense she seems to bring alive with every single thing she does.
Our mouths never unlock as our breaths blend in an intoxicating mix. She tastes sweet, her tongue teasing me at the most excruciating pace. It’s longing, affectionate and passionate, but at the same time, it’s determined and controlling.
When I break our connection to kiss her neck, she forcefully grips my hair to pull back my head.
“Keep kissing me,” she demands.
I gasp at her request, my jaw clenched in joy by her boldness. She demands to be fucked like a damn queen, and I’m more than happy to give it to her.
With our mouths tangled, I move my hand up until it reaches her throat, gripping it with an ounce of pleasure.
“I need you to shut up,” I huff against her sassy mouth. “I need you to stop talking and let me take you the way I want, babe. Do you hear me? I’m the boss .” I tell her with a devilish smirk, pun intended.
She moans in compliance, and with a grunt, our lips crash again. I plow inside of her, never missing a beat. My thrusts are rough, while every time I hit her wall, a delicious cry ripples from her throat.
Goosebumps move up her skin, giving me a primal feeling of satisfaction, pleased I have this effect on her body. It doesn’t take long before the tension builds in my groin and my muscles tense.
“I’m close,” I huff with my eyes pressed shut.
She brings her lips flush to my ears while she wraps her arms tightly around my shoulders.
“Nah-ah, no talking, baby,” I say before she can control my release with that dirty mouth of hers again. “Do you hear me?”
“I’m trouble,” she tells me, and I groan, anticipating whatever she’s up to next. “Come for me, boss . Fill me up like you own me.”
The world seems to stop around me, and all I hear are her words repeating in my head.
‘Fill me up like you own me.’
Before I can say anything else, she tips me over the edge with a single line, and I shoot my load inside of her while I let out a primal roar. Stars dance in front of my retinas while my consciousness almost leaves my body. The pleasure surges through me like an all-consuming wave, drowning me in the most heavenly way.
If I die right now, I’ll die in utter bliss. My hips keep going to milk every ounce of my seed until I drop my weight on top of her, completely spent, and her fingers brush over my back affectionately.
Happy fucking morning to me.
“You are something else, babe,” I murmur against her neck, as I try to catch my breath.
“Was it good?” I can hear the smile in her voice and I lift my head to meet her ocean blue eyes.
“Was it good? Baby, I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard.” I push my lips against hers.
“Good,” she purrs, then drags her teeth over her lower lip. “My turn.”
I lick my lips, loving the way she thinks. “Damn right.”
***
Three rounds later, her weight falls on top of me after riding me like I’m a wild Bronco, and her breath fans my neck. Our chests move up and down as we try to settle our heaving lungs, and I wallow in the comfortable feeling she gives me while my arms are wrapped around her tiny body.
“Damn, that was—” I heave.
She pats my chest, never lifting her head. “Yeah. I don’t have words either.”
We stay in this position for a while until I register how her stomach rumbles against mine.
“Are you hungry?” I chuckle, dipping my chin to press a kiss on her forehead.
“Starving.”
“Come on, I’ll whip something up.” I slap her ass, and it’s followed by a yelp from her before she gets off of me to find her clothes while I do the same.
“Do you realize we could have done that from the start, boss?” She gives me a look that says told ya while pulling her shirt over her head, and I narrow my eyes at her, pushing her into the couch.
“Shut up, minx,” I hang above her, then press a kiss to her lips that makes her giddy.
Pushing off the couch, I walk toward the kitchen. “You want an omelet?”
“Sounds good.”
She flips the TV on and I grab everything to make us some food with a cheery feeling. There is a smile sitting on my face that doesn’t want to leave, and I keep glancing over my shoulder at the girl relaxing on my couch.
Last summer was great.
Last night was great.
But today? Damn, today she truly blew my mind.
Everything felt different from how I remembered. Like my senses were completely surrendered and addicted to her touch, bringing me a high I’ve never experienced before. Not to mention that I’ve never seen a prettier sight than Kayla sitting on top of me with her pussy covering my dick.
Within a few minutes, I walk back to the couch, holding up two plates with omelets.
“Smells good.” She smiles, taking a plate from my hands. “Thank you.”
We eat in silence, and when we both set our plates back on the table, we lean into the couch, the energy completely sucked out of us.
“Do you want to watch a movie?” I ask, not ready to let her go for today.
“Or we can watch a reality show?”
“I’m not watching that crap.”
She rolls her eyes.
“Fine. Can we watch another superhero movie?”
“Ah, you liked Batman, huh?”
She shakes her head with a straight face. “Nah, I just like Christian Bale.”
I shoot her a dull look, a pang of jealousy gushing through my gut. “Seriously?”
Throwing her head back, she falls into laughter. “No, but you should see your face. Are you jealous, McKay?” She teases, pointing her finger at me.
“No,” I murmur, then laugh to hide how busted I feel.
“Don’t worry. Christian Bale is too old for me.”
“Such a relief.” I pull a face and she crawls toward me over the piece of furniture.
“You’re cute when you are jealous.” Her hand strokes the back of my neck in a sweet way while I place my arm around her middle.
“Gee, thanks,” I chortle.
Her body feels like it’s meant to be close to mine, naked, or fully clothed, it doesn’t matter. I love feeling her beside me, just knowing she’s close.
“Can we cuddle?” Her bold stance simmers down a bit, being replaced by a cautious look, showing the insecurity she mostly hides under a lot of bravado.
She seems a bit uncomfortable to ask, and I wonder why until she adds, “Is that something friends are allowed to do?”
I don’t fucking care.
My heart thunders just by the thought of having her in my arms, watching a movie, and aimlessly playing with her silk manes.
A smile slips into place. “I don’t know if that’s something friends do, babe,” I tell her honestly. “But you can always cuddle with me.” I pull her close, and with a beaming smile, she settles in the crook of my arm before I turn on the TV.
My lips brush over her hair, sucking in the flowery whiff, while I hold her tightly against my side.
Is that something friends do? I’m pretty sure it’s not.
But I’m breaking all the rules anyway. Might as well add this one to the long list of trouble I’m already in.
And when her weight fully rests against my side… I know I’ll add even more, if I can keep her like this forever.