by Eva Luxe
I had to keep that in mind. I had to keep telling myself that so I didn’t get too wrapped up in the dream.
We started training, and Dina focused on fitness. It was hard enough work that I was able to forget about what was happening in my life for a while. It was another reason why I loved being active. It was therapeutic. It forced me to focus and let me forget when things were going wrong in my life or questions I couldn’t answer.
Training had saved me when Kyle had first broken up with me. Otherwise, I would have stayed in bed all day, starving myself to death. Instead, it had gotten me out of bed every morning, and I had eaten the right foods to stay healthy.
I had made it through the breakup without losing too much weight or gaining any at all, without my fitness level dropping. I had thrown myself into my studies as well, and in no time at all, Kyle had become a distant memory.
When anything was hard for me to deal with, I trained it out of my system. That worked for me, and I would do it with this, too. I would train hard, eat right, stay fit and keep active so that if things went south between Kyle and me, I would survive again.
Did it mean I didn’t trust him? Not quite. I trusted that he wanted to look out for me. But he had broken my heart once before, and I wasn’t about to let him have that opportunity again, not if I could help it. Even if that meant I stayed on my guard. I was the one, after all, who had asked him to be my fake fiancé. If anything went wrong, the heartache was on me, so I had to prevent that from happening.
When practice was over, I showered at the training center. When I left, I drove to the store and shopped for groceries, buying everything from meat and veggies to fruit and cereal.
Kyle had a typical bachelor lifestyle. He barely ate at home and had nothing in his fridge or pantry. I was surprised that he had a second bedroom at all, since he seemed so isolated and like someone who only wanted a small space in which to live along.
I couldn’t figure out what that was all about. In college he had been so social that I’d had to beg for alone time every now and then. Now, it didn’t seem like he had many friends at all.
And clearly something had happened between him and Jacob. Nothing made sense, and he was so guarded it was impossible to ask him about it without feeling like I was prying.
No matter. I was on a mission to stock Kyle’s kitchen and have a home-cooked meal ready for him when he returned from work. I wasn’t trying to play the part of the wife now that we were pretend-engaged, either. More like trying to do something to earn my keep.
When I had offered to help clean, Kyle had refused outright. He had a cleaning service that came in on Saturdays, which was as disruptive as it was convenient, so there was nothing else I could do around the house. I wanted to help somehow, so cooking and grocery shopping seemed like a good way to do it.
When I arrived at Kyle’s place, I unlocked the door with the key he’d had made for me. I hadn’t let having a key go to my head, either. It was for the sake of convenience, nothing more.
I carried the groceries inside, unpacked them and started cooking. By the time Kyle walked through the door I had steamed vegetables and chicken curry ready with fluffy white rice and a fresh salad.
“What’s this?” Kyle asked, putting his briefcase on the coffee table.
“I made dinner,” I said.
“Wow, this is a surprise.” He looked impressed. “I haven’t come home to a cooked meal since I left for college.”
I smiled, pleased with myself. There was nothing more satisfying than feeding someone who was truly appreciative of it.
“The chicken is almost ready if you want to go change and wash up,” I said.
Kyle nodded, walking around the counter first to give me a kiss. It was a chaste kiss, only a peck on the lips, but my stomach did a flip all the same. I watched Kyle walk to the bedroom and close the door before I took a deep breath and blew it out slowly.
We were pretending, I reminded myself. We were only engaged for the sake of getting Tyler off my case. My cooking and Kyle commenting on a home cooked meal was because I lived here for now, and I was trying to help. We were playing “happy family,” but it was all a game.
I only wished it didn’t feel real.
Chapter 13 – Kyle
Coming home to find Maya cooking had been a dream of sorts. There was a time when I thought coming home to her every night was our future. That was before I went off the deep end and fucked it up by dumping her, thinking if I got rid of everyone around me, it would somehow change what had happened to me.
She had made chicken curry in a way I had never tasted, and it was delicious. Everything she’d made was amazing, and it was a pleasure to watch her eat. I got so irritated with women who starved themselves, who ate a few lettuce leaves and counted every calorie.
Maya counted calories, too, but it was to ensure that she had enough, not that she’d eaten too much. She ate the same amount as any full-grown man and did it without shame, yet her body was healthy and strong, her muscles tight. She was fit and hot as hell. I liked sporty women, not skinny models with puffy lips.
After supper, we washed up the dishes together. We were doing this all the way, playing house together. She washed the dishes, and I dried them and put them away.
We talked as we cleaned side by side, reminiscing about our time in college together, talking about classes, lecturers and what it used to be like to see each other every day. It hadn’t been much different than it was now. It had been special to make time to spend together then. It felt the same, now.
“You were always so busy training,” Maya said. I ignored the pang in my chest.
“So were you,” I said. “Besides, what if I wasn’t training? What if I was just hanging out with other girls?”
Maya turned to me with a shocked expression. I laughed at her.
“You’re adorable when you fall for my shit,” I said.
Maya splashed me. “You asshole,” she said. “You’ve never stopped doing this to me. Nothing has changed.”
“You got my shirt wet,” I said. I walked to the basin, scooped water and splashed her back. Maya gasped, laughing.
“That’s not fair,” she said. She dipped her hands into the water. I grabbed her arms so she couldn’t splash me again and held her. She laughed, trying to wrestle herself out of my grip. My hands were wet and slippery, so she nearly got away a few times. I had to use my strength against her, but she was stronger than she looked.
The splashing had turned into wrestling of sorts, and before I knew it, she was pressed up against me, her chest heaving, her eyes laughing. Our lips were inches from each other, and her breath hitched in her throat. The atmosphere had changed around us and was now charged with desire, and I wanted her. Badly.
I kissed her. I couldn’t help myself. Maya kissed me right back, and I knew I had read the situation correctly. I realized I was still holding her arms and let go. Maya wrapped them around my neck, and I walked her backwards until she was up against the fridge. I put my hands on her breasts and massaged them, squeezing, pinching her nipples through the tank top she had on. When she gasped into my mouth, I reached down and pulled her shirt over her head.
“You’re not wearing a bra,” I said, surprised I hadn’t noticed before that she was suddenly topless in front of me.
“Hidden support,” she said, pointing at the shirt.
I had no idea what that meant— I guessed it meant the shirt had bra-like qualities— but I was so into the moment I didn’t care to ask her. When I touched her again her nipples were hard in my palms, her skin soft. I ran my hands over her body and she gasped and moaned. She undressed me, too. We stripped each other of our clothes until she was naked, and I only had my jockey shorts on.
Maya reached for the waistband, but that could wait. I wanted to taste her, to pleasure her. I picked her up, lifting her by her thighs, and she wrapped her strong, beautiful legs around me. I turned around and put her down on the counter where we had eaten. She gasped
at the cold countertops beneath her, but I spread her legs, quickly making her forget.
Her scent wafted up to me and awoke the animal inside me. I dove between her legs, closing my lips over her pussy, sticking out my tongue and licking her slit from her entrance to her clit. She writhed and moaned, and I put my hands on her hips to hold her steady.
I flicked my tongue over her clit, and her body spasmed, her breath forced out of her lungs with every stroke as she whimpered and gasped. Licking her, tasting her, eating her out. She squirmed and made sounds that made me horny as hell for her.
I pushed my tongue into her a few times, fucking her that way before I sucked on her clit. She cried out when I did and moaned and gasped loudly. I sucked and licked until she shuddered and fell apart with her first orgasm. Her hands moved to my hair, and she closed her fists, tugging at me, holding my head in place and bucking her hips.
The orgasm was mind-blowing for me as much as for her. She gasped and moaned then curled on the counter, balanced between my mouth and my hands. All I could think about was getting my dick inside her and claiming her as my own, again and again.
I pulled off my shorts, and my rock hard cock sprang free, eager to get in on the action. I was slick with precum and throbbing with lust. I took Maya’s hand and pulled her up so she sat again. She was breathing hard, her hair a tousled mess as if we had been fucking for hours, and her eyes were a dark brown, pupils dilated. Her lips were parted, and I kissed her, letting her taste herself on mine.
“I’ll be right back,” I said.
I wanted nothing more than to take her right there, right now, but I needed to make sure we were safe. It was the right thing to do. I jogged to the bedroom, grabbed a condom and returned, rolling it onto my hard dick. Maya sat on the counter, watching me with a face that suggested she was impatient for what came next.
I pulled her closer to the edge so she was barely balancing on it. She put her hands on my shoulder to keep her balance, and I guided my dick to her entrance. She was dripping wet with a combination of her sex and my saliva as I pushed into her. I pulled her closer to me, pulling her deeper onto me with my hands on her tight ass. The muscles were firm beneath my palms, and she wrapped her legs around my waist again.
We rocked together, creating friction. She was almost completely holding onto me, the counter doing nothing more than helping me hold up her weight. I started fucking her, and she gasped in my ear. It was a pleasure being with her. Her body was to be appreciated, and this was Maya, the only woman I had ever given my heart to.
Maya tipped her head back as I fucked her. Her breasts were close to my face, so I dipped my head and sucked on her nipples as I worked myself in and out of her. The rhythm was slow and sensual, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm, but I wasn’t going to reach it like this. For now, this was enough, though. Being with Maya, the world falling away with the two of us getting it on in my kitchen was perfect. It was better than I could have imagined it, and God knows I’d imagined many compromising positions for the two of us since we’d last fucked.
When I couldn’t hold it anymore, when the ache to release became greater than the sheer pleasure of being inside her, I pulled out of her. Maya gasped, breathing hard. Her skin was slick with sweat, shiny in the kitchen light. I looked the same I knew. I gently pushed her back so she lay on the counter and carefully I climbed on with her. The counter wasn’t a large surface, so it took precise movements to stay on top with her. However, I had been an athlete once too, and she still was. We could make this work.
When I was on top of her— her thighs opened for me, her eyes hungry— I positioned myself over her and pressed my dick against her entrance. She held her breath in anticipation until I pushed into her, and she cried out.
I groaned, pushing into her as deep as I could before I pulled back. In this position, I had more leverage, and aside from our balancing act to stay on the counter I could go harder and faster.
So I did. I hammered into her, picking up the pace, fucking her harder and harder. She cried out, rocking back and forth on the hard countertop so that her breasts jiggled. Our breathing was in sync, our body rocking together, and with every thrust, I came closer and closer to the edge. She was flirting with another orgasm, too. I wanted us to come together again. We had done it the last time, and it was pure ecstasy. It was much more personal when we did it at the same time, and she was the only woman I had ever done that with. Ever.
It was a sign to me, a sign that she was the only woman I wanted.
I stopped thinking about romance and focused on my body and what it needed. I shortened my strokes and fucked her harder still until she cried out, finally tipping over the edge. Her body clamped down on mine, which sent me over as well. I released inside of her, emptying myself out as she came undone at the seams, and we cried out in unison. We rode the wave together, experiencing the ecstasy, the high that we had created together.
When it was finally over, I took a deep breath and let it out with a shudder.
“You have a terrible attention span,” I said. “You get distracted way too easily.”
Maya laughed and the jerks around my dick made me gasp. I slipped out of her and carefully climbed off the counter. Maya sat up. I rolled the condom off my dick and dropped it into the kitchen bin. Picking up Maya’s clothes, I handed them to her.
“Come on,” I said gently. “Let’s go to bed.”
She nodded, taking the clothes from me. I pulled on my shorts again and turned toward the sink to finish putting the dishes away, giving Maya privacy while she got dressed. Somehow, staring after the fact seemed invasive. Privacy wasn’t wrong.
She came to stand next to me when she was dressed, helping me finish with the dishes and rinse out the sink. When we were done, I took her hand and led her to the bedroom. She didn’t suggest she go back to the guest bedroom.
She crawled under the covers with me, and I pulled her against me, curling my body around hers. With her back pressed to my front, the smell of her shampoo combined with the smell of our sex in my nostrils, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, letting out tension I hadn’t known I’d been holding, holding for a long time.
Everything was perfect with her. I wished we could make this a permanent arrangement. With Maya in my arms, everything that had gone wrong in my life felt further away, far enough that it didn’t bother me. I had said goodbye to her when everything had blown up in my face, but maybe I should have kept her close so she could keep shielding me.
She was here because I was protecting her, physically, from Tyler. However, I was starting to realize that with her here, she protected me emotionally...from myself.
Chapter 14 – Maya
Kyle and I were in his living room watching television when he got a call from Kina. They were out at a restaurant, and their friends had canceled at the last minute. They wanted us to join them.
“I don’t know,” Kyle said, glancing at me. I wanted to get out of the house to see Kina. I nodded excitedly until Kyle said yes.
“We’ll be there in half an hour,” he said to Kina before he ended the call.
“Let’s get ready,” he said. He didn’t sound as enthusiastic about the night as I was, but I was excited to see Kina again. We disappeared into our respective rooms and changed into evening wear.
I put on leggings and a blouse that was long enough to cover my ass. With heels, long earrings and my hair down, I was ready in no time. I added enough makeup to look like I had tried and stepped out of my room. Kyle appeared from his room at the same time, and his eyes slid down my body and back up again.
“That was quick,” he said. “What a woman.”
I giggled and blushed. “I’ve never taken long to get ready, you know that,” I said.
Kyle nodded. “I know, but it’s still spectacular to see. You look great, too.”
“Thank you,” I said, still smiling. “You don’t look half bad yourself.”
Kyle had dressed in Levi’s, a polo shir
t and boots with square toes that gave him a smart and casual flair. He had styled his hair with gel so it looked messy but attractive, and his blue eyes were bright. I turned away, because if I stared at them too long, I would get lost in them.
We followed the directions Kina had texted Kyle and arrived at the restaurant exactly on time.
“This way,” the seating hostess said when we gave her Jacob’s name. We were led through reserved tables before we reached Kina and Jacob.
Kina jumped up when she saw me and pulled me into a hug.
“I’m so glad you could make it!” she cried. “It’s been far too long.”
We sat down with Kina and me facing each other and our men next to us. The tension between Kyle and Jacob was tangible, joining us at the table like a fifth guest. I watched Kina, but she carried on as if it didn’t exist. It must have been going on for some time if she was soldiering forth like this.
I tried to do the same, as I tried to figure out what was going on and why they were strained. But aside from the tension, the conversation took its course the way any conversation would. Kina asked about my cheerleading, and I told them how I had joined the Sharks Squad. I learned that Kina was a Public Relations Manager, which I remembered vaguely was her field of study back in the day, and Jacob was still going strong on the team for the Florida Sharks. Of course, the latter I knew. He was in the news for his good plays all the time.
Whenever we talked about football, Kyle seemed to get even tenser. He was clearly irritated about something. I didn’t ask, and everyone else pushed on as if nothing was wrong.
It was almost bizarre the way everyone was pretending everything was okay, but I guess sometimes pretending was the way to go. I had done something along the same lines, after all.
It was great seeing Jacob again, too. When Kyle and I had been dating, Kina had been like a sister, but Jacob had been a brother of sorts, too.
We had been one big happy family, a family I had hoped to realize for real one day. I had dreamed of Kyle and me being together, of Kina being my sister. Jacob would be right up there, too, the fourth wheel to our wagon. Of course, none of that had worked out.