by Toni Aleo
“Just trying to help.”
“It’s appreciated,” I say, and it’s the truth. I’m so used to doing this all by myself. It’s a breath of fresh air to have help. When Jean is here, she does it all to get familiar with Celeste. Lilly and I never raised Celeste together, and it isn’t like my mom is here to help me. My pride doesn’t allow me to let my neighbors help much, but it feels right to let Jaylin.
Wow. Kirby, hold your horses, dude. Don’t get ahead of yourself.
Then again, everything has always felt right with Jaylin. I smile as I change Celeste, thankful she’s staying asleep, when Jaylin runs her hand down my back. “It’s really sweet the way you look at her.”
I grin over at her. “While I do often smile at my baby like this, I was actually thinking of that first night we met.”
Her grin widens. “Is that right?”
“Yup, I can still remember everything you wore. How undeniably gorgeous you were. How much you laughed and how much fun we had. It was easy.”
She nods. “Very easy.”
We share a small smile as her hand glides up and down my back. I desperately want to ask what she is looking for. Is she just wanting a random fuck, or is this going to be something? I want so badly for it to be something that I fear if I tell her what I want it to be, she’ll run out the door. What if I’m giving off the wrong vibe? Maybe I shouldn’t have said what I did. That I regretted she hadn’t been in my bed. Maybe it gave off the wrong intentions. Shit.
“What?” she asks.
“I’m overthinking.”
Her eyes soften. “Well, let’s finish putting Celeste to bed, and I’ll make sure you don’t think any more tonight.”
Fucking hell. I swallow thickly as I get lost in her eyes. I want to ask, to make sure we are on the same page, but it’s already so different than it was before. I resisted her because of Lilly and the bullshit she was causing me, not knowing at the time she was pregnant. Plus, Jaylin got super drunk that night, and I’m not sleeping with a drunk chick. That’s shitty since you’re never sure they know what’s happening. After that, we never really had a chance to get physical. There was loads of texting and talking on the phone. I helped with getting Aviva a car once, but that was it. I knew off the bat Jaylin only wanted to hook up at the time, but this feels really different. Then again, we never got to this point. Two consenting adults with nothing holding us back.
Sure, there are questions I could ask, but why ask them when we both want the same thing? We can figure out the rest later. Right now, I don’t want to overthink; I don’t want to do anything but feel her body beneath mine, on mine, and on my mouth.
“You’re thinking again.”
I smirk. “I am.”
“Stop,” she urges. “Just go with it.”
I exhale heavily as I nod. After getting Celeste changed and tucked in, we leave the room, once I make sure the camera is on, along with her night-light. As I gently shut the door, I say, “She’s a good sleeper. She should be out the rest of the night.”
“Wow, Callie never slept through the night.”
I grin. “Yeah, I don’t think most kids do. I think God knew I was overwhelmed with the whole daddy thing.”
“Whatever. You’re a pro,” she says.
I shake my head. “I didn’t have a dad to learn from, and my mom is more concerned with her new family than me. I really have no guidance. I do a lot of Google.”
She leans into me, pressing her hand into my chest as she runs her thumb along my collarbone through my shirt. “I couldn’t tell one bit.”
The way her eyes glow, her lips shine with gloss, and that little smirk on her mouth gives me the chills. I can’t resist. I lean in, capturing her mouth with mine. I gather her hair in my hands, holding her tight to me as our kiss deepens and her hands slide to my back, down to my ass. She squeezes me close to her, and I gasp roughly against her lips. I feel her heat, and I know she feels the hardness I’ve had to fight back for the last couple hours. Hell, every time I see her.
I lick her top lip and then kiss her before walking her backward to my room. Her hands come up, grabbing my jaw, and I stop, cupping her by the back of her thighs to lift her off the ground. If I don’t, I’m going to trip over her. Before we enter my room, though, I pull back, looking up into her gorgeous face.
She seems confused, her eyes wild as I whisper unevenly against her lips, “You sure?”
“Kirby,” she says, running her thumbs along my jaw. “I’ve been sure. I was just waiting for you.”
I’m lost in her eyes, and I don’t want to be found. Fuck it, let me die right here, and I’ll be damn fine. But I hesitate. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to. I know you didn’t intend on being with me tonight.”
She grins. “I wanted to be with you. But instead, I had to settle for some bullshit. I’m good. Are you good?”
I don’t answer at first. I gaze into her eyes. Something’s holding me back. “I know what he said to you.”
Her fingers dancing along my jaw. “What?”
“He called you a slut or a whore or whatever, and I want you to know I don’t believe that for one second. But I also don’t want you to think I just assume you want to sleep with me.”
Her lips curve at the sides as she runs her fingers along my lips. “But I do want to sleep with you.”
“But you’re not a whore, Jaylin. You’re a queen.”
When she gives me that full, stunning grin, all her teeth showing, I can’t handle it. I bring her mouth to mine, and I kiss her urgently. I carry her into my room and sit back on the bed so she is in my lap. I tear my mouth from hers and lift her dress up and over her body as she does the same to my shirt. I trail my mouth down her neck, her collarbone, as I unfasten her bra.
“Hey.”
I pause my hands, kissing her neck before asking, “Yeah?”
“Um…” I pull my head out of her neck to meet her gaze. She’s hesitant. Something is wrong, and I worry I did something. “Remember, I had breast cancer.”
I nod. “I do.”
“Okay, so keep in mind…my boobs are different.”
I search her worried, uncertain gaze. She told me all about her cancer back when we first started talking. I love how open she is about it. How proud she is that she beat it. She’s so resilient in my eyes. I hate that she suffered, that she almost died right beside Aviva. They both battled and won. I’m not the least bit worried about what she doesn’t have, what’s real or fake. I only care about her. All of her. She could have one boob, and I’d still think she is the most gorgeous woman in the world.
It’s not her breasts; it’s her eyes.
I swear they’re like a window to her soul.
And what an exquisite soul she has.
It almost bothers me that she feels the need to express her concerns, but I guess I’m not surprised. Look at the jackass she was with tonight. He wouldn’t appreciate her the way I am about to. He wouldn’t give her everything the way I plan to. I may have no dad, I may have been raised by a shit of a mother, but all that only taught me how to be more than that. How to make someone feel the way I always wanted to feel.
God, I want her.
I need her.
I’m going to have her, and damn it, I’m going to make her feel like the most gorgeous woman in the world.
Because she is.
I curve my lips into a large smile, looking deep into her soulful eyes. “I know there was a year-long pause in our time together, but do I come off as the kind of guy that cares about that?”
Chapter Eleven
Jaylin
* * *
There are defining moments in a woman’s life.
I’ll never forget the day I first got my period. How I bled everywhere in my yellow capri pants in sixth grade. My first kiss with Tim Bernard and what was almost my first time with him. All of it happened at once, super overwhelming. The lump I found beneath my right breast, that’s scarred in my brain. The day I beat
cancer, the day I got into law school, the day I was hired by Feliciana, and now, I’ll never forget the day that Kirby Litman looked at me and said those words.
Do I look like the kind of guy that would care about that?
I know he isn’t. He doesn’t see skin, or scars. He sees past that. But my breasts are my only source of self-consciousness. I know I’m one badass bitch. I know I am gorgeous, successful, and a force to be reckoned with, but it only takes one man, with one wrong look or one word about my breasts, and I’ll admit it—I cry like a damn baby. Though, I know good and well that Kirby would never say anything nor look at me differently. I said it for myself. To be a warning, because I couldn’t handle it. I want him so damn bad. I want him more than my next breath, and if he isn’t going to be comfortable with my fake tits and tattooed nipples, I’ll be broken.
“They’re fake, really fake, overly big, and my nipples are inked on.” His kind eyes don’t leave mine. He waits, giving me the time I need. “I just want to warn you.”
“Warn me?”
“Yeah.”
“You don’t need to warn me about that. The only warning you need is one telling the world they better watch out for Jaylin Raventorn.”
Oh. Oh my.
His words warm my skin, my lips, and then he is kissing me. Now, we were close before, but I was drunk and don’t remember much. Very disappointing because, whoo-whee, the memory of these kisses is going to keep me revved up until my dying day.
Kirby doesn’t just kiss with his mouth or his tongue; he kisses with his whole body. He moves his hands along my back, dipping his fingers into each bump of my spine, and his mouth engulfs mine. He’s thick, hard, and ready for me in his pants, and I can’t wait to feel him inside me. First, though, I’m going to get my fill of these kisses. I trail my fingers along his jaw as he unhooks my bra. I slide them into his hair as his hands cup my breasts. While I got them for me, to feel like a woman, I also got them for sex. Men love something to hold on to, but to my surprise, Kirby doesn’t focus much on them.
He trails his mouth down my jaw, to my throat, and between the valley of my breasts as a soft moan leaves my mouth. He groans against my chest, kissing and nibbling on my flushed skin before he lies back on the bed, bringing me down against him. His body is hot against mine, and he feels so amazing. His chest is broad, thick with muscle, as is his stomach. I can feel his shorts hanging low against my thighs, but then he is pulling my thong down my ass, and I help him get it off. I’m not sure where the thong goes, though, because he lifts me by my waist, dragging me up his body and onto his mouth. I fall face first into the bed.
But I’m not complaining one bit.
I push myself up as he spreads my lips open, delving his tongue into me. The most glorious moan leaves my lips as he gets me right on my clit. My thighs fall beside his cheeks as he slides his hands around to hold my ass. He spreads my butt cheeks as he eats me, licking and exploring every single inch of my pussy. I sit up, letting my head fall back as I enjoy the sensation, the care and love he gives me. His tongue is rough, hot, and so fucking good against my throbbing center. When he swirls his tongue around my clit, I constrict my thighs, and he squeezes my ass cheeks apart, stretching my asshole.
It’s fucking glorious.
I hold my breasts as I cry out, clutching them and arching my back to bear down against his mouth so that I can feel him more. My heart is pounding out of my chest, I feel every fiber of my being firing off, and I just can’t handle it. Soon, I’m rocking against his mouth, needing my release now. I don’t want to wait. I want it. His teeth rake against my sensitive skin while he destroys my clit, and I come so fucking hard, no sound leaves my body. Nothing. I can’t even breathe. I see lights as I collapse once more into the bed, facedown. My body trembles, my pussy clenches, and I think I may have died and somehow come back to life.
I wouldn’t think I was alive if I didn’t feel him kissing up my thighs and the curve of my ass as he rolls me to the side. He runs his tongue along the curve of one cheek and then the other before slapping his hand hard on my left cheek. “Fuck, I love this ass.”
“Thanks.” My voice is muffled by the bed, and the deep rumble of his voice runs down my spine and tickles my pussy to life once more.
He rubs my ass, and I hear his belt hit the ground as he asks, “You okay?”
“No,” I admit, and his laughter is sinister. “I haven’t come that hard in a long while.”
“Mmm.”
I hear him moving behind me, but I’m still trying to catch my breath and find my equilibrium. I think he may have knocked it out of whack. I’m not even sure if that’s possible, but holy shit, I think he did something to mine. When he pulls me up by my hips, I move with a moan and crash hard against his hard body as he fills me completely with his thick cock.
Oh, I’m not going to make it out of here alive.
He squeezes my hips as he guides himself in and out of me. The pleasure he brings me is endless as he fills me deeply, to the hilt. I let my head fall forward to the bed, needing the support as he pulls back out and then presses into me once more. His thighs hit mine, his cock fills me to the brim, and I swear, I hate his baby momma with everything inside me. She stole over a year of this from me, and that’s not fair. I need this. I need him.
His grunts are loud as he pushes in and out of me with no holds barred whatsoever. He’s rough, but not in a bad way. In a really, really, really great way. He slides his hand up my spine, cupping the back of my neck, and he goes deeper if possible. “Fucking hell, you’re amazing,” he draws out, his voice breaking as his hand trembles at my neck.
Before I can agree, disagree, ask for more, harder—anything, really—his hands are at my waist, flipping me over onto my back. I gasp as he takes me by the backs of the knees, entering me in one fluid motion. Breathing, yeah, not an option. He fucks me like a dream, sweat dripping down his chest as his abs flex with each thrust. When he closes his eyes, I close mine and arch up so his thrusts are deeper. His fingers bite into my thighs as he continues to pound into me. With how sweet and concerned he’s been, I would’ve assumed he would be worried he’s hurting me.
Apparently, he’s not.
And he isn’t.
When he stills inside me, my name falling off his lips in such a roar, I can’t help but cry out. It’s not from pain. No, just pure satisfaction. Problem is, my cry and his roar must have woken Celeste. I don’t know if he hears her, but instead of going to her, he falls on top of me, cupping my face in his hands before consuming my mouth with his. I taste myself on him as my knees press back into the bed from the weight of him, but his kisses distract me from the discomfort. He draws out the kiss, his lips hot against mine. He’s damp with sweat, and usually, I’d be grossed out, but for some reason, I’m not. It makes absolutely no sense, but the fact that he’s all hot and sweaty from me turns me on like no other.
Drives me wild.
He kisses my bottom lip, my top, then the side of my mouth before ending at my jaw. He kisses my jaw quick before pushing himself up and out of me. “Let me throw this away and get cleaned up.”
I can’t say anything, I can’t even move, I can only watch as he heads to the bathroom to do exactly what he said. I want to bounce a quarter off his sweet ass, but that would involve me moving. Instead, I close my eyes, trying to recover as I listen to him move around, washing his hands and cleaning up before coming out, wiping his hands with a towel.
“Let me settle her down. Give me a few.”
I don’t answer as he leaves the room. I just lie there, looking at the ceiling, loving that my body is vibrating with such pleasure. I haven’t been fucked like that in a very long while, and boy was it a damn good time. Seconds turn to minutes, and when he doesn’t come back, I get up to clean up. His room is very tidy, with a bed and a dresser. He doesn’t have a TV, but he does have one hell of a walk-in closet he doesn’t even use. Depressing. The bathroom is insane, huge, with a shower taking up the whole back w
all. The toilet is enclosed in a separate room, while the vanity has two sinks, only one of which is being used. I take in my surroundings, the sweet pictures of Celeste and Kirby together, as I clean up. Once I’m done, I wrap a towel around myself and head toward Celeste’s room to check on him. I’m not rushing him, but if we can get to round two, that would be awesome. When I reach her room, a lullaby is playing. And in the rocking chair, he sits with her in his arms. Kirby’s eyes are shut, and they are both breathing evenly.
It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.
Guess there will be no round two.
I’m not certain how that makes me feel, but one thing is for sure.
I’m feeling something.
Chapter Twelve
Kirby
* * *
Celeste has a habit of squeezing my neck when she’s sleeping.
Sometimes I think it’s her making sure I am still there, and every time, I whisper, “Yeah, baby girl, daddy is here.”
Her grip lets up as my eyes flutter open. Shit. Did I fall asleep? I look at the Echo Show I have in her room to see the time, and I groan. I did fall asleep. Shit. I want to call out for Jaylin, but I don’t want to wake Celeste. In all honesty, this is Jaylin’s fault. She worked me entirely too hard. I wasn’t ready in the least. I could have worked out, jacked off, done mental exercises to have sex with Jaylin, and I still wouldn’t have been ready. Her body is downright sinful. Thick thighs, thick hips, and an ass to match. God, I loved it. I loved the feel of her juicy ass in my hands. I loved squeezing her and pulling her cheeks apart.
But the best part? Kissing her.
I hope she’s awake.
I hold Celeste by the back of her head to keep her close to my chest as I slowly stand up. I make her she doesn’t stir before I walk her to her crib. I’m not a huge fan of the butterfly room that Aviva and Callie created, but when they added hockey sticks and my numbered jersey with Celeste’s name on it above her crib, I was appeased. It’s hard being a girl dad. I’m so used to all the dude shit I do that butterflies and princesses have never been my jam.