by Jay McLean
Logan wanted a full on blowout. I threatened to call the whole thing off when he begged to invite his entire frat house. Fuck No.
So it’s just the team and their girls and our group.
Logan organized a few Kegs from someone in his frat house and Lucy and Heidi organized snacks. I really wasn’t up for this. I really just wanted to spend the night at home with Kayla. Maybe try and persuade her to let me reciprocate. God knows we need to do something about the tension in this house.
I can’t even jerk off thinking she might hear or know somehow. It’s a lot, and I mean a lot of fucking cold showers.
About 2 hours into the party she walks in. Grey sweater dress and those fucking cowboy boots.
Looking as hot as I’ve every seen her.
The guys cheer and a couple even make their way over.
I watch how she reacts.
I don’t know if she’s still interested in what we have.
I know how I feel. And I know that when she moves out of this house like she’s planning, she’ll take a huge part of me with her.
She does a shy wave and gives a few of the guys a little hug. Nothing that I need to worry about. She sees me leaning against the kitchen counter, smiles at me and saunters over.
I grab a beer and hand it to her.
“Hey,” she says giving me a quick kiss on the cheek and then turning and joining the party.
*Mikayla*
I walk into the lounge room to see that Jake has been watching me. He’s leaning on the back of the sofa, drinking a beer, his eyes never leaving mine.
I walk up to him, place myself in front of him, looking up.
One of his hands goes to my waist.
“I’m heading to bed, I’m exhausted. I’ll see you in the morning?”
He nods his head once, then takes my hand and leads me to my room.
Once we’re in he closes the door behind him and stares at me.
“You need to lock your door tonight, Kayla, please?”
I nod.
He leans in and kisses my temple before leaving the room.
I lock the door after him.
*Jake*
A few of the guys end up crashing at the house because they’re too wasted to drive home.
We’re all early risers, probably because of our strict training schedule. I make the guys coffee and lay out some toast and cereal for them to eat before they leave. They’re all respectful and quiet because they know Kayla’s sleeping.
They’re sitting at the dining table munching on the food when Kayla walks out of her room, wearing her pajamas, which are tiny boy shorts and an ever tinier tank. She’s not wearing a bra.
Her eyes are still half shut and hair all over the place. She’s mumbling something under her breath as her feet shuffle over to the coffee pot.
She pours herself a cup and lazily mopes over to me.
She leans the front of her body to the front of mine and reaches up to give me a kiss on the cheek.
“It’s cold,” she mumbles, still half asleep.
“Uh-huh,” I say, rubbing my hands up and down her arms, glaring at the guys eye licking her. “Maybe you should put more clothes on, Kayla.” It sounds like a request.
“Nope,” one of the guys says. “She looks fine just the way she is.”
She squeals and tenses in my arms and I can’t help the chuckle that escapes.
She moves so my body covers hers, but not before pinching my nipple and twisting it, which fucking hurt.
“Jake, I hate you! Why didn’t you warn me people were here,” she says, moving my body around like a shield as she walks back into her room. Once she’s in, she pushes me out the door then slams it shut.
“Lucky bastard gets to wake up to that every morning,” one of them says.
“Asshole,” someone agrees.
I smile to myself and pick up her coffee.
I knock on her door and she opens it slightly, face flushed from embarrassment.
I hand her the coffee and kiss her on the cheek. “You look beautiful this morning.”
Chapter 38
*Jake*
I hear the front door open and slam shut, then a squeal of frustration. I rush out of the study and run to the entry way.
Kayla is standing there drenched, from head to toe, and muddy. What the fuck?
“It’s fucking pouring and thundering outside, what the fuck are you doing?” I almost yell at her, like she’s a disobedient child.
“I had to get home from work. I walked from the bus stop. This car drove past and the tyres flicked all this dirt and mud on me. And then this dog came at me and I got scared and ran into the bushes but landed in more fucking mud.”
“Where the hell was your phone? You should have called me.”
“It’s flat.”
I roll my eyes. It’s always fucking flat.
She starts to move from the front door but I stop her.
“What are you doing? You can’t walk through the house like that, you’ll get mud everywhere!”
I’m laughing now, because she looks so fricken grumpy and adorable.
“Jake,” she says my name like an annoyed moan. “What do you want me to do? Strip outside and walk through the house in my underwear?”
I raise my eyebrows at her.
“Don’t be an idiot,” she says. “What should I do?”
“Wait there,” I tell her.
I run to our bathroom and turn the shower on, making sure the temperature is right.
I go back to the front door and throw her over my shoulder. She squeals in surprise. When we get to the bathroom, she starts to move like I’m going to put her down, instead I put her in the shower. Fully clothed. Shoes and all.
She screams.
I laugh.
Then she has my shirt in her hands and she pulls me in with her.
She laughs.
I scream. A manly one though. I’m not a fucking pussy.
Then we’re both laughing.
And I realize it’s been a long time since we both laughed like this.
She’s looking at me and I’m watching her. She breaks the stare by throwing her head under the shower spray. Her head tilted and the water streaming over her face and down her hair. Her lips parted partially.
I realize now that were in a confined space, with nowhere to move. And were both soaking wet. And she’s so fucking hot.
My hands automatically go to her hair to try to clean out some of the mud. Her breath catches when she feels my hands on her.
The next second were facing each other under the water, her body pulled into mine, because the space in the shower gives us no other option.
Then she peels off her dress and she’s in a bra and panties and that’s all.
“Dirty dress,” she shrugs, in way of explanation, throwing the dress out of the shower and onto the bathroom floor.
I clear my throat and try not to look at her tits.
Or her legs.
I try to keep my hands to my side so I don’t touch her.
My hands balled into fists so I’m not tempted.
“You’re all dirty too,” she says, pointing to my clothes.
I look down and see mud on my shirt and shorts from carrying her in here.
I take them off and stand in the water in my boxers.
She can see I’m hard, but she tries to play it cool. I can see her chest rising and falling with her breaths and I know she’s as turned on as I am right now.
We’re testing each other. Seeing how far we can take this before something snaps. Most likely my dick.
I’m not going to crack though. I need to make sure that if I touch her, she’s going to want it. I don’t know what the hell she wants right now.
The only thing she’s made clear is that she’s leaving.
So I stand there, eyes on her, not moving.
She turns around and faces the stream of water and starts to wash herself. I watch the back of her, unabashedly, because she ca
n’t see me. My fingers are itching to touch her. I close my eyes tightly and I know a sound comes out but I couldn’t fucking tell you what it is. I can’t get the image of me pushing her into the wall, ripping her panties off and being inside her, out of my head. I imagine the noises she would make and I swear I almost come.
This is bad, really fucking bad.
When I open my eyes, she’s facing me.
She takes her bra off and my eyes are glued to her tits. Like I’m 10 and this is my first titty mag. Her hand moves and her palm brushes against the head of my dick, so fucking lightly, but I feel it, my dick feels it, and it jerks under her touch. I almost pull back but she does first. Then she turns the hot water off and cold water fills the shower.
“Fuck,” I yelp under my breath, jumping out of the stream.
“You need a cold shower, Jake.”
Then she gets out of the shower and leaves the room.
***
By the time I get out, she’s dressed and on the sofa ordering food and looking through dvd’s to watch.
She hears me walk in. “Hey,” she says, almost shy. “I ordered Chinese. Is that okay?”
She wants to act like nothing happened. Fine.
“Um, yeah, I’m actually heading out now though.” Lie.
“Oh?” she says surprised, and a little confused.
“Yeah, I uh… I have a date.” Lie Lie Lie.
Her face falls and she looks away, but I can see her swallow and wipe her face quickly.
I run to her so fast I almost trip over myself, I squat in front of her, “Shit, Kayla. I was just fucking around. I’m not, going out I mean, on a date or anything. I was being a dick. I’m sorry, please don’t cry.” I try to wipe her tears but she swats my hands away.
Shit.
“You’re an asshole,” she says through a sob.
“I am,” I agree.
It’s quiet for a few moments before she grabs my face in her hands. She makes sure I’m looking straight at her, “Please, Jake. Don’t do that.”
I lean into her touch. She’s biting her lip. My eyes go from her eyes, down to her mouth and back again.
My tongue automatically goes to wet my lips.
Her eyes follow.
“Do what, Kayla?” Because I need to know. I need to know how she feels and what she wants from me. From this. If she wants to be more than this.
*Mikayla*
His tongue darts out to lick his lips, then his teeth follow and slowly move up his bottom lip and I watch it play out like it’s in slow motion. I have to close my eyes and concentrate on breathing.
“Kayla?”
My eyes snap open. “Huh?”
“Don’t do what, Kayla?” he asks again.
I think about his question. Like my answer will determine whether I live or die.
I look at him and see the concern in his face and I love him. Like love love him. And I want him to know that, but not yet. Because I need him to love me back, all of me.
“Don’t hurt my heart, Jake,” I say quietly.
His head falls for a second before standing up and sitting next to me. He takes me in his arms and kisses my temple.
“I’m sorry, baby. I’ll never hurt you again. I promise.”
Chapter 39
*Jake*
She’s laying across the sofa reading a book on her e-reader. I’m supposed to be watching ESPN. I can’t take my eyes off her legs.
She’s wearing her standard pajamas, tiny boy shorts and matching tank.
Her feet are fidgeting, her toes curling and rubbing against each other. Her chest moving up and down from her steady breathing.
She’s not wearing a bra. Her nipples poke through the material. I want so bad to move over to her, to put them in my mouth and fucking taste them. Suck them. Lick them. I’m so fucking hard it hurts.
She has one hand holding her book and the other sitting on her stomach, her little finger sitting just under the band of her shorts, her top riding up her waist.
Her little finger begins to move side to side under her shorts, her legs slowly rub together. She makes a slow moaning sound.
I want so bad to be inside her.
*Mikayla*
I’m supposed to be reading my book, but I can see Jake watching me.
His gaze locked onto my legs, my waist, my stomach. His eyes burn with lust and he licks his bottom lip then runs his teeth over them. And it’s so fucking hot.
I can’t stop looking at his face, just like he can’t stop looking at my body.
My legs rub together thinking about how he makes me feel, the way he can make me come like no one has before.
A moan escapes my mouth before I can stop it and if I wasn’t so afraid of my feelings I’d tell him to fuck me, right now.
I watch him as his hand goes to his lap, creeping higher and higher until they’re at the band of his shorts.
I keep watching as he reaches into his shorts, grabs his dick in his hands, leans up slightly in his chair and adjusts himself.
I close my eyes, breath in and out, count to ten, then excuse myself to bed.
Once I’m under the covers, I’m frantically Mikayla-ing myself, and it only takes seconds before my release, because in my mind, it’s my hands wrapped around him, not his, and I’m bringing him to my entrance so that I can scream his name over and over.
I’m coming down from the haze when I realize my throat is scratchy and I was actually screaming his name, over and over.
A second later I hear the shower running.
Chapter 40
*Mikayla*
“I need a new fucking job and I definitely need to buy a car,” I huff out as I close the front door behind me.
Logan and Jake are sitting on the sofa watching ESPN but turn when they hear my complaining.
“You look like shit, Micky,” Logan states.
Jake punches him in the arm, hard.
“Thanks, asshole.” I leer at Logan. “You would too if you had the day I had.”
“What happened?” Jake asks, as he stands up to go to the kitchen. I sit down on the sofa and Jake sits down next to me, handing me a beer.
I take a sip while he brings my legs up to his lap and takes my boots and socks off, then slowly massages my feet. It feels like heaven and I’m getting turned on, and if Logan wasn’t sitting there I don’t know where this moment would end up.
“First,” I say, “some fucking smelly sleaze bucket at work was convinced I was in a porno,” I pause as Logan laughs, “he had the dvd and kept trying to show me the back of it. I couldn’t convince him I’d never been in a porno, and he kept pushing for me to play it on the screen so he could double check. He was pushy as hell and it was so uncomfortable. Luckily my TA from one of my classes was there and he asked the asshole to get out. My TA stayed for a bit after to make sure he didn’t come back.”
“What the fuck?” Jake growls. “Why didn’t you call me? Who the fuck was that asshole?”
Logan laughs harder.
“My phones flat-"
“Your phones always flat, start charging it!” Jake yells.
I pout, because it’s true, my phones always flat, or low.
“I don’t know who he was, just some random asshole I haven’t seen before.”
Jake stares at me for a moment. I stare back until Logan interrupts my thoughts.
“And second? You said that was the first…”
“Some creeper on the bus licked my elbow! Legit licked my fucking elbow. He got off at the same stop and I swear I thought he was going to follow me home. So I ran. Hence why I look like shit.”
Logan’s all out laughing now.
I start to as well.
Jake looks pissed off. “It’s not fucking funny, why are you laughing?”
“C’mon, Jake,” I say nudging him. “If it happened to anyone else we’d all be laughing.”
His features relax a bit. “You’re getting a car as soon as possible, Kayla.”
“Sp
eaking of getting a car, I bought my laundry to my favorite girl in the world.” Logan tries his panty dropping smile on me.
I look at him confused and chuckle, “That has got to be the worst segue since the beginning of time.”
I get up and head to the laundry room so I can get started, Jake stands and smacks the back of Logan's head. “You gotta quit doing that shit, she’s not your mom.”
“I don’t mind.” I yell out, half way down the hall. “It makes me feel needed.”
Logan laughs once, then whispers, still loud enough so I can hear, “Dude, you should tell her about how much your dick needs her.”
I hear Logan yelp in pain before the front door opens, “Just bring it to the party tonight okay, Micky? You are coming right?”
“Yeah,” I yell out.
Lie.
The front door closes and I hear Jake walk into the room.
“So we’re going? To the party, I mean,” he asks, spinning his cap backwards.
“You can, I’m not.”
“But you just told him-"
“Jake, Logan's mind works like a 5 year old. He wouldn’t take no for an answer. He won’t even remember if I’m there or not.”
He moves closer to me, so damn close I can smell him.
“But what if I want you there? What if it’s me that’s asking and you know I’ll know if you’re there or not.”
His hands are on my waist as I’m pressed against the dryer.
All of a sudden the atmosphere has switched.
Goosebumps from his touch break through my skin and my breathing accelerates.
It’s been so fucking long since he’s touched me, like this, and I need him to… do something.