CHAPTER 18 KAYLEE
“I’m going out with some friends,” I say the next night to Jack and Kate, who are sitting on the couch as I make my exit out the front door. “Don’t wait up!”
It’s a silly thing to say considering I have to work tomorrow, but so what. I’ll be tired tomorrow. It’s worth it for a little sexy time with Ben.
Ben texted me that he’s home from his dinner, so I hop in my car and drive to Starbucks. From there, I call a Lyft. This way I’m in the clear should anyone happen to drive by Ben’s place since he told me he has a small garage.
I’m a little nervous as the car navigates the ten-minute drive to his house.
When the car pulls up to the address, I find a nice two-story home that seems fairly modest considering his paychecks.
My brothers both chose mansions when they settled here in Vegas, and this is a beautiful home but I wouldn’t label it a mansion.
I don’t know what sort of money a tight end makes, but I remember seeing something about him renegotiating his contract after the trade.
I think it was an eight million dollar contract to play for one year with the Aces, and I think he signed on for another year…
but I don’t pay that much attention to contracts.
I thank my driver then hop out and ring the bell, and Ben answers the door in nothing but a glorious pair of mesh shorts.
My mouth waters. My body aches for him. My eyes zero in on his abs and my brain short-circuits at the cuts of his muscles.
And then I spot several rather large bruises near his ribs and on his arms. Before I get the chance to ask him about them, a large dog comes bounding up behind him with a tennis ball in its mouth.
“Buddy, sit,” Ben commands, and his voice is sexy even when he’s telling a dog what to do. The dog sits and drops the ball from its mouth. “Buddy, this is Kaylee,” he says, and the dog reaches up a paw as if he’s saying it’s nice to meet me.
I giggle and bend down to take the dog’s paw in my hand.
“Nice to meet you, too, Buddy,” I say. “You’re beautiful.
” I kneel on the floor and scratch him behind his ears.
“Golden Retriever?” I ask Ben. He nods. “I always wanted a dog. My mom isn’t an animal lover, though, so I didn’t grow up with pets. ”
I pet his soft fur a little longer before I straighten and step into the house. Ben shuts the door behind me, and my eyes fall to his abs again. I force my eyes back toward the dog then take a look around the entry. “Your house is nice,” I say politely. I glance back at him.
He shrugs. “Thanks. It’s all right. It’s just a rental, a place to set my shit between practices, you know? It came semi-furnished, so it doesn’t really feel like mine.”
He seems…different tonight. More subdued or something.
This isn’t the party guy everyone knows and loves. It’s like he’s letting me in on a different side—a side he doesn’t show many people. I get the feeling this is the real side and the other stuff is the persona he’s created to build a brand.
“Why’d you rent instead of buy?” I ask as I walk in, a little disappointed that his home might not give me any new insights into who he is.
Buddy picks up his ball and follows closely behind Ben as I look around the house.
The décor is minimalist contemporary with neutral colors.
It’s a cute little place but not what I would’ve pictured for Ben.
He seems much more like an industrial décor kind of guy, or maybe something in a country cabin sort of theme with lots of wooden beams.
“My initial contract with the Aces was only for one year, so when I first moved here it didn’t make sense to buy a place I might have to sell in a year, and it doesn’t make sense to fill it with furniture that I’ll just have to get rid of if I move cities again.”
“Makes sense,” I say.
He leads me from the entry toward the great room that combines a family room and a kitchen. “It’s got a pool and a hot tub out back.” He nods toward the back window, and Buddy moves toward a doggie door beside the patio door. He scratches at it, and Ben opens the big door to let the dog out.
“I didn’t bring my suit,” I deadpan.
He glances over at me, and finally that familiar heat is back in his eyes. “You don’t need one.”
I laugh. “Hey, I know this is just a casual thing between us, but can I ask you something?”
His brows dip as he nods. “Sure.”
I tilt my head as I ask, “What’s wrong?”
He sighs and collapses down on the couch. “My workout was rough today. I’m hurting.”
“What was the workout?”
“Sparring.” My brows crinkle, and he adds, “Boxing.”
I nod. “Do you want to reschedule whatever it is we’re here to do?”
He shakes his head. “Come here,” he says softly, reaching out a hand to me.
“Would the hot tub help?” I ask as I move toward him. I take his hand and he tugs on it, so I straddle his lap. Even though he’s clearly exhausted, his body is still raring to go for me.
His big hands settle onto my thighs, and at this moment I’m glad I wore shorts over here tonight. He slides rough hands along my legs and under the hem before moving them up and down. “It might. But just sitting here with you might help, too.”
I shift on his lap to grind against the hard cock beneath me, and he tips his head back and lets out a soft grunt as he keeps his eyes on me.
I move my hands to his jaw, the stubble there rough and hot at the same time.
“I’ll take care of you,” I say softly, and then I lean forward and press my lips to his.
This is a gentler kiss than the ones we’ve shared so far. It’s at my pace rather than his, and I keep it slow and tender to set a calming mood after what sounds like a rough day.
His phone rings, and he ignores it while we kiss on his couch. I move my hands from his jaw down to his chest, and he hisses a little when I get to his bruised ribs. I pull back as his phone continues to ring.
“Do you need to answer that?” I ask.
He lifts a shoulder. “Probably. Your brother is supposed to call me when his quarterback meeting is over.”
“Go for it,” I say, climbing off his lap.
His brows dip a little as he looks offended that I moved, and I just offer a quiet chuckle. He reaches for his phone on the end table beside us. “Make it quick,” he answers, and I stifle a laugh. Not many people can get away with talking to Jack Dalton like that.
I hear my brother’s voice through the line. “Why? You getting some?”
“None of your business.”
“Guess I’ll take my time then,” Jack says.
I reach over and grab Ben’s cock over his shorts, and when I look up at him, his gaze is hot on me. I massage him, and then I’m struck with an idea. Jack is filling Ben in on what happened during his meeting, and I kneel down between Ben’s legs.
I reach into his shorts and spot his boxers. I can’t help a quiet giggle as I see Spongebob Squarepants looking up at me. His eyes meet mine—Ben’s, not Spongebob’s, and there’s a little more merriment in them than there was before.
I ignore Spongebob’s ridiculously large eyes as they stare at me because despite the silly undies, I want Ben Olson in my mouth.
I pull his cock out. It’s hard and heavy in my hands, and I run my tongue along his length. I move my eyes to his again, and he’s watching me as he tries to concentrate on his phone call.
I turn my eyes back down and swirl my tongue around the tip before I take it into my mouth.
He’s velvety smooth, salty and sweet on my tongue.
I start to suck, and he lets out a little grunt to let me know he approves of what I’m doing.
I glance up again, and he’s leaning his head back against the couch with his eyes closed as I work my magic.
His neck is corded where he stretches back, and he’s gritting his teeth together to keep himself quiet.
And then I really go to work on him. I suck him in as far as I can before I bob my head back.
His hand comes around the back of my head not to guide me but to encourage me to keep doing what I’m doing.
I look up at him again when I feel his hand, and he’s looking down at me, and something about that eye contact is visceral and hot.
An ache pulses between my legs, and it builds as I realize what we’re doing here. We’re flaunting this secret in front of one of the people we most want to keep it from.
He responds to my brother over the phone mostly with grunts, but at one point he says, “Yeah, I’m listening. I’m just tired.”
He twists his fingers into my hair and pulls, and the pain is damn near pleasurable as I keep up the pace.
I add a hand into the mix as I follow my mouth with it, pumping up and down his shaft and occasionally letting him pop from my mouth as I use the moisture I leave behind to give him a hand job.
He closes his eyes, and I cover him with my mouth again.
“Hold on,” he says into the phone, and he taps something—either mute or end call probably, and then he tosses the phone onto the couch beside him. Both his hands dive into my hair as I move my mouth up and down his cock.
He thrusts his hips toward my mouth to get a deeper angle. “I’m almost there,” he warns.
“You want my mouth or my tits?” I murmur.
His eyes light up like a kid on Christmas morning. “Tits.”
I rip my shirt over my head and unhook my bra in two seconds flat, and then he grabs himself into his hands.
I bat his hands out of the way to suck on him a little more because I feel like I can’t get enough of him in my mouth, and then he pulls back.
I let go of him and rest back on my heels while he takes over, pumping a fist up and down his shaft as white jets of come explode all over my chest.
He growls through his release, and I watch his hand as it moves steadily along his own cock. It’s so damn hot watching him do this to himself. I like making him come, but there’s something to be said for getting him there and watching it, too.
The ache between my legs is nearly unbearable as he hands me a tissue from the table beside him.
I wipe my chest as he picks the phone back up.
“Sorry, man. I’m going to have to call you back.
” He hangs up before my brother has a chance to protest, and then he tosses his phone beside him and leans back onto the couch.
“Jesus,” he says. His eyes find mine as I wipe his come off my tits. “You’re naughty.”
I laugh. “Then punish me.”
“Fine. Make yourself come.”
My brows dip. “What?”
“I know you’re horny, Kaylee,” he says, his voice low and raspy. “I also know why you came over tonight. I jerked off all over your tits, and now you’re going to finger yourself to an orgasm while I watch.”
I press my lips together a little ruefully. “Doesn’t seem like a punishment, my friend.”
“You don’t get the magical cock.”
“Sounds like more of a punishment for you than me.”
He laughs. “Goddammit. I really like you.”
I dip a finger into my panties. Good Lord, it’s wet down there. “Back at you, Trouble.”
“Take them off,” he says. “I want you naked when you come. I want to watch that pretty little pussy quiver at your own touch.”
“You’re dirty.”
He nods. “Yep. Get used to it.”
Get used to it. That sounds an awful lot like a promise that he wants to continue whatever we’re starting.