Chapter 34 – Kirby #2
“Well, that’s an easy one.” I look up at her.
“Besides the fact that she’s drop-dead gorgeous.
” I smile. “She’s kind, she’s compassionate, she puts everyone else before herself.
She’s resilient and fiercely loyal. She’s funny.
She literally lights up the room with the way she smiles.
She is also one of the strongest women I’ve ever met.
” She bends to kiss my lips. “And those are just a couple of reasons off the top of my head.”
“Good answer,” Zoe and Zara say at the same time. I don’t know how long it goes on, but I answer every single question until Lexi holds up her hand.
“Okay, okay, enough grilling Kirby, it’s time to go,” she says and I get up, following her lead. It takes another thirty minutes to say goodbye to everyone, and I even offer them my suite for the hockey game tomorrow.
We walk out and she puts her hand in mine. “I have my SUV,” she mentions, and I shake my head.
“I took a cab here,” I tell her and she walks over to her SUV and I open the passenger door.
“Wow, are you doing the whole ‘you can’t drive because I’m here and I’m a man’ thing, Kirby?” She cocks her hip to the side.
“No, I’m doing the whole you can’t drive because I think you drank an entire bottle of wine, Lexi,” I toss back and she giggles.
“Oh, yeah.” She hands me the keys. “Good call.” She kisses my neck and gets into the SUV, and I shut the door before walking around and getting in.
“Are you coming back to my house?” I ask her and she looks over at me.
“I need a couple of things from home,” she says and I pull out of the driveway and head toward her house.
“So…you love me?” I say as I drive us to her house, my heart beating loudly in my chest.
“I do. I think I’ve known for a while now. You’ve supported me and given me strength throughout these last few months even when you didn’t know it. You’ve been patient with me and let me keep my light while making it shine brighter.”
“I never knew I could be this happy. This carefree. I think I’d even go through the past ten years again if only for this feeling.
Only for love.” She puts her hand on my shoulder and then slips it to the back of my head as she plays with my hair.
“I had fun tonight,” she admits when I pull into her garage, “like a lot of fun.” She opens the car door and jumps down.
“I don’t think I’ve ever had that much fun before. ”
I get out and wait for her at the front of the SUV and she slides her hand in mine as we walk into her house.
The lights are on low in the kitchen as she walks toward her bedroom and I follow her.
I go over to her bed, lying down on it, as she walks over to the chair in the corner and grabs her overnight bag.
She comes over, putting it on the bed before walking to her closet and taking out a pair of jeans.
“Why don’t you pack a couple of outfits and leave them at my house?
” I suggest to her and she looks up at me.
“So you aren’t, like, coming back and forth. ”
“But—” she says.
I smirk at her and put my hands on my stomach. “Or you can move in with me already.”
“That’s so romantic.” She puts her hands over her heart. “Be still my heart.”
I can’t help but chuckle. “But seriously—”
“I’m still married.” She shakes her head.
“So what, it’s just a paper. You are still married to him on paper.”
“It’s a big paper.”
“It’s not that big of a paper or you wouldn’t have had sex with me before you got divorced.” I wink at her and she gasps.
“It’s not right.” She turns to grab a couple more pants.
“Says who?”
“I don’t know!” Her voice shrieks. “Society?”
“This isn’t the fifties, baby,” I point out to her. “It’s the twenty-first century. People are even living together without being married.” She rolls her eyes at me.
“You were perfect in your marriage to a dickhead, so you might have missed a couple of things,” I mumble.
“Nothing was ever perfect.” She looks into my eyes. “It was just an illusion.”
I smile so big my face hurts when I say the next words. “You, Lexi”—I get up and walk over to her—“you are perfect.” I grab her face. “Now if you aren’t finished packing in three seconds, we’re going to end up sleeping here and only going back to my house in the morning.”
“But Jefferson, believe it or not, doesn’t like to be alone.”
“I don’t believe it.” I move my hand from her cheek to her jawline. “I was home for an hour and a half and I never even saw her.”
She gasps. “Oh my God! Did she get out?”
“No.” I shake my head. “I think she was doing her own shit.”
“We have to go and make sure she’s there,” she urges and I bend to kiss her neck.
“She’s home. I saw her when I was leaving. She came out to drink water and then went back into the bedroom.” I lick her collarbone. “Now, it’s been five days without you, so we either fuck here or we fuck at my house. You decide, but make it fast.”
Her hands grip my shirt. “How about we fuck here and then go to your house?”
“No can do,” I deny, my hands roaming to her ass. “I plan to fuck you so hard you pass out.”
“Ugh, I can’t focus when you are touching me.”
“This wouldn’t happen if we lived together.” I move my tongue lower and push her top down, her strapless bra covering her nipples. “See? More benefits to us living together.” I chuckle before taking her nipple in my mouth and she pushes me away.
“I can’t concentrate when I’m worried about Jefferson. So you are going to have to hold your horse there for a bit.”
“My horse? You mean my bull. A bull is bigger than a horse.”
“You men and your dicks.” She rolls her eyes, moving past me and rushing around the room, pulling up her shirt. It takes her a full three minutes before she packs what needs to be packed and we are walking out of her house and toward the garage.
The drive to my house is the longest drive of my life, but that’s only because she keeps rubbing her hand on my leg, unaware that it is driving me crazy. We pull up to my house, and when I grab her bag and follow her inside, I smile when she says, “Jefferson, we’re home.”