CHAPTER 13 KAYLEE
Heat creeps up my neck as the ache between my legs moves to unbearable levels. I’m going to combust right here if I don’t get a conclusion to the job Ben just started.
He laughs his robust laugh at something Jack just said all the way across the room, and I could kill him that he can so easily jump back into the conversation after he just had a finger up my skirt.
I’m glad I jumped at the shot with him tonight, only I didn’t expect my shot to end with me aching for relief as Ben tried to prove he’s some bad boy. I already knew he was a bad boy. I didn’t need him to get me three-quarters of the way off to prove anything.
“Excuse me,” I say quietly as I stand, trying my hardest not to draw attention to myself as I slip quietly out of the room. I just need a second…or a private room to finish what he started.
I head up to my bedroom, and I step inside just to have a moment to myself. I lean against the wall for a beat, and then I hear footsteps approaching. He steps into my room.
I turn toward him. “What are you doing?” I take a step toward him, and then another.
“I came to finish what I started.” His voice is low and husky, and it makes my chest tingle with anticipation.
“They’ll notice we’re both gone.”
He lifts a shoulder, and he’s quick on his feet as he backs me up until my ass hits the wall.
“Then we better be quick.” He takes a step toward me and reaches under my dress, and I automatically widen my stance for him.
He pushes my panties aside and shoves his finger back into me, and this time his other hand reaches around my neck.
His long fingers curl around the back while his thumb rests to the side of my throat, and the way he’s grabbing me and working me over makes for the hottest moment of my life.
His mouth crashes down to mine, and he’s aggressive in both the way he kisses and in the way he drives his fingers into me.
His tongue thrashes brutally against mine, and I clutch onto his arms as I let him work his magic, soft grunts the only sound in the room apart from his fingers sliding through my slick folds.
He pulls his fingers out to stroke my clit, and that’s when I fall apart completely.
I cling onto him, my fingernails digging into the flesh of his bicep as the fire he lit explodes into an intense climax.
As the pulses of pleasure start to slow, I let up my grip on his arm as he slips my panties back into place but doesn’t stop kissing me. I lose myself in it completely as I try to reconcile what’s happening with reality. Ben Olson is actually kissing me.
Ben Olson.
The meathead who crushes beer cans against his forehead and hangs with strippers.
And it’s a good kiss, too. Hot and sexy and intimate.
His tongue is sweet and moves around my mouth in a way that makes me wonder how it would feel on other parts of my body.
The kiss is slower now but still brutal and needy as relief courses through my veins and nervous excitement buzzes in my chest. His thumb is still on my throat, and my pulse races against it.
He pulls back just as suddenly as he initiated this kiss. He clears his throat and stretches his neck back for a beat as he blows out a breath. “I better get back.”
I nod and blink as I try to come up with something witty to say. I fail. He turns to leave, and I call out, “Wait.”
He stops and glances back at me, dark brown eyes pinning me to my place as he waits for my words with curiosity. I stare at him. Did that really just happen? With him?
I glance down at the bulge in his jeans before my eyes move back to his. “What about you?”
He shoots me a cocky smile. “Next time.” He walks out of the room, and I lean my head back against the wall as I wrap my arms around myself.
I draw in a deep breath as I try to regain my composure. I touch my fingertips to my lips where he kissed me. I know what I’ll be dreaming of tonight, and it sure as hell isn’t the themes in the book I’m teaching my seventh graders tomorrow.
I use the restroom before I head back downstairs to rejoin my family.
Nobody even seemed to notice I was gone, and Ben’s deep in conversation with my mom who’s sitting across the table from him.
They’re discussing the best restaurants they’ve tried in Vegas so far, and Ben’s vote is for a steakhouse while my mother can’t stop raving about the Italian place she took me to last week.
The fact that he can just sit there having a casual conversation with my mother after what he just did to me in my bedroom speaks volumes to his bad boy ways. God, there’s something insanely hot about it.
“I’ll have to take you to my steakhouse,” Ben says, and he’s got that charming flirtation in his voice he uses with every woman.
But I’m the one whose skirt he lifted tonight, and that thought alone causes my lips to tip up in a smile.
“We’ll have to take you to our Italian place, too,” I say, joining in on the conversation. Any excuse to see Ben again, really.
But as I glance around the table, I realize right away how very important it is that we keep what just happened tonight between the two of us. Ben is my brother’s best friend. He’s close with my other brother. The three of them work together even though Luke retired a couple months ago.
And, there’s the whole ten year age difference between us and the fact that the media loves to make him out to be a womanizing party boy while I have the wholesome teacher image to protect.
Besides, this isn’t anything anyway. It’s just one casual encounter. One night. From what I know of Ben Olson, he doesn’t do serious, and I’m just looking for a little fun with a hot guy for now as I figure out where I want to land both geographically and professionally.
This is nothing more than a way to escape the disappointment that inevitably comes when men realize who I’m related to. It’s a break from the monotony of my day-to-day life.
I get up, go for a run at dawn, head to work, teach all day, make lesson plans after school, and drive home to Jack’s house with a stack of papers to grade every night.
I worked my ass off to get the teaching credentials I didn’t really want, and then I worked my ass off again to ensure I was certified in a new state when my mother decided to move to Vegas to be closer to my brothers after my father died.
It only made sense for me to move in with her after I graduated, but that only lasted a couple months before I decided to live with Jack and Kate since their house is closer to my school.
I love Luke’s wife, Ellie. I love Jack’s wife, Kate. I love my brothers and my mom. But they’re family.
I miss my old group of girlfriends who I’d go out with on Friday nights after a long week.
I’ve gone out a few times with some of the younger teachers at my school.
I’m putting myself out there to make friends locally.
But it’s hard, because as soon as they all find out I’m related to two pro football players, the entire narrative changes.
Everyone wants to know everything about my life then, and it’s really not that exciting.
My brothers are a decade older than me. They have their own lives.
Luke has Ellie and Nolan. Jack has Kate and JJ.
So maybe getting a little treat from Ben tonight was exactly what I needed. He doesn’t care who my brothers are because he already knows. He lives that same life.
And now I can’t wait for next week’s family dinner so I can return the favor.