CHAPTER 21 KAYLEE
“Oh my God,” I whisper. “Yes, yes, yes.”
I don’t want to whisper. I want to scream, but I can’t.
So instead, I sink my teeth into his firm shoulder.
I thought it would hurt since my vag is still sore from the horse incident…but it doesn’t. Instead, it’s like a massage as he gently grinds into me.
“Fuck!” he curses quietly at the pinch of my teeth. “Oh yeah, you like that?”
I let out a little squeal when the wave of bliss starts to wash over me, and his quiet “shh” sends me flying over the edge.
I bite down a little harder as my fingernails dig into the skin of his back while pulse after excruciating pulse of pleasure plow into me, and then he lets go, too.
He thrusts up into me a few more times as a sexy, low growl erupts from his chest, and then he pulls out of me and sets me back onto my feet.
“I’ll head back down first,” he says softly.
“You don’t think they suspect we came up here for this, do you?
” I glance over at him with worried eyes.
I told him about my conversation with Jack earlier, and while we definitely should be playing it cooler if we don’t want anybody to find out, the horniness simply caught up with me.
I gave him the signal, and he met me up in his bedroom a few seconds later.
Everyone else is occupied downstairs…I hope.
He rolls his eyes. “Are you kidding? They’re so focused on the kids and the pregnancies that nobody will even notice we both disappeared for a few minutes.”
I narrow my eyes. “A few seconds,” I correct, and he laughs as he steps a little closer to me.
He pulls me into his arms, and God does this feels good. “Not my fault, Peaches. You’re just so damn sexy I can’t help it.”
I roll my eyes at the cheesy line.
He pulls back, and his eyes are twinkling.
“Besides, I wasn’t hearing any complaints.
If I remember correctly, and please feel free to tell me if I’m wrong because sex tends to make my brain all fuzzy, you hit your O first. So how long I lasted this time, or how long I didn’t last, is actually your fault. ”
I laugh as I punch him in the arm—his good arm, not the one that’s still healing from slamming into a tree—and he grabs the spot of my offense dramatically with a grin.
“Same time tomorrow?” he asks, and he’s so damn hot that of course I’ll sneak away to find a secret spot for an illicit sex meeting with him.
I shrug. “We’ll see.” I put on the cool girl act, and then I add, “Maybe later today.”
He grins. “I needed this time with you.” He pulls me into his arms for a sweet embrace, and then he slaps my ass before he walks out of the room with a wide smile.
I draw in a deep breath then head to the bathroom to freshen up, and then I go downstairs. I hear Ben’s laughter as I descend the stairs, and he’s already with everybody like he didn’t miss a beat.
I take my seat beside my mom without looking in his direction.
“Everything okay?” she asks, leaning in toward me.
Ellie narrows her eyes at me across the table, but I just pick up my garlic bread and continue eating. I feel like focusing on garlic bread and acting like everything is normal is the only way to pretend like I didn’t just have the best sex of my life upstairs.
Ben’s hearty laugh fills the room at something Jack says to him on the other side of the table, and I can’t help it when my cheeks warm at the sound of it.
Jack’s words come back to me. Every time I think it’s definitely getting closer to the right time to tell everybody our little secret, another roadblock hits our path.
As sure as I am about Ben, I can’t come between him and my brother. Not when he just said earlier today that he doesn’t know how it’ll affect their working relationship.
It’s a little selfish of Jack to say that to me…but he also doesn’t know the full truth of the matter. Maybe it’s selfish of me to want to tell him the truth.
I’d rather climb into bed beside him than put on the show of saying goodnight and waiting until the house filled with nine other adults and three babies is quiet to sneak into his room, but this is how we’ve decided to manage things.
After everyone has gone to bed and I’ve waited the appropriate amount of time, I open my door so I can sneak into Ben’s room. And just as I’m three feet from his door, Luke and Ellie’s door opens and Ellie walks out.
I freeze as she closes the door behind her quietly as she narrows her eyes at me.
“What are you doing up?” she whispers in the quiet hallway.
“Water,” I say, which is a stupid answer since there’s water in the sink of the bathroom attached to my bedroom. “I, uh, like the cold water in the dispenser.”
“Oh, me too,” she says as we make our way down the stairs toward the kitchen together.
Did she buy it? I was nearly at Ben’s door, which is the opposite direction from the stairs I’d need to take to go downstairs to get water…but she doesn’t seem to be questioning it.
“What are you doing up?” I ask at full volume once we’re in the kitchen.
“Just couldn’t sleep. Thought I’d watch something on TV a while and didn’t want to bother the boys.” She settles onto the couch as I grab a cup of water from the kitchen. I sit with her a few minutes and chug the water I didn’t really want while she flips mindlessly through the channels.
“Well, I’m going to head up. Hope you get some rest,” I say.
“Goodnight,” she says absently.
Since the hallway is clear when I head back up, I quietly close my own door before I walk into Ben’s room.
“Finally,” he murmurs sleepily, and I giggle as I slide into bed beside him.
“I was nearly caught by Ellie.”
“Are you sure we can’t just tell them?”
I sigh. “Jack gave me a whole lecture today about it. It’s not the right time.”
He leans up on his elbow to look at me in the dark room. “What did he lecture you about?”
“He’s just looking out for me,” I say. “He doesn’t want to see me hurt and he’s worried if you and I get together, inevitably you’ll hurt me because we want different things and he doesn’t know how that’ll affect your relationship on the field.”
“He’s not wrong,” he says, laying back down and staring up at the ceiling. “I probably will hurt you.”
I lean up this time and stroke a fingertip along his jaw. “Probably. But you might not, too. Maybe you can have the same faith in yourself that I have in you.”
“Yeah,” he murmurs.
I climb over him and straddle his hips. I thrust down onto him, and I feel him grow hard beneath me. “You already hurt me when you thought banging me on a horse was a good idea.”
He laughs. “And look. Vag healed after only a couple days.”
“So maybe that’s an omen. We might hurt each other, but we’ll heal quickly and move forward. Together.”
He stares up at me quietly for a beat, seemingly lost in thought, and I wish I knew what was going through his head.
And then he thrusts his hips, so I guess he was thinking about sex.
“By the way, that vag massage you gave me earlier seemed to help my healing process,” I say, my voice a little overly eager. He pulls my shirt over my head and palms my breasts as I feel his cock growing even harder. He pushes his hips up toward me.
He flips me so quickly I barely even have time to catch my breath. “Well, if you really think it helped…” he says, and then there’s no more talking as he covers my mouth with his.
He pulls back to yank my shorts and panties down my legs, and then he pulls his own boxers off as he climbs back over me.
He pushes himself into me, and my chest heats, spiraling out warmth through my entire body as he makes love to me.
He thrusts slowly into me over and over, the only sound the soft grunts we each make as we do our best to stay quiet.
As he drives me closer and closer to my climax, I claw onto his arms.
He lets out a slightly louder growl as my body contracts over him, and he comes inside me just as I hit my peak, too. We thrash our way together through the ultimate pleasure our bodies bring us, and then we fall asleep tangled in each other’s arms.