Unexpected Odds (Unexpected Arrivals #5)

by Kaylee Ryan

  “I could kiss you for hours,” Kent says breathily against my lips.

  “Yeah? Maybe we should go somewhere a little warmer and test that theory.”

  “Don’t tease me, woman.” He kisses me one more time then pulls away. “You ready to go?”

  “Will there be more kissing?”

  “That wasn’t in the plan, but we can make that happen. Nothing is set in stone for today. I just wanted to spend some time with you, and I thought maybe, just maybe doing something that we used to do, might jog your memory.”

  “I think it worked. I don’t really know, but the moment was oddly familiar as it played out in my head.”

  “Good.”

  “Hot chocolate and back to your place?”

  “As you wish.” He helps me off the ice, then carries me to the truck. Pulling the keys out of his pocket, he hits the remote start then opens the door, and sets me on the seat, helping me out of my skates. “Hand me my boots, will you?”

  I hand them over. He kisses me, grabs my skates, and shuts me in the cab of the truck. I hear the tailgate lower, and I know he’s taking his skates off and putting his boots back on outside. He’s so tall I’m surprised he was able to get them on in here. A few minutes later, he’s back in the truck, and I hand him the hot chocolate I poured for him.

  “Thanks, babe.”

  I watch as he chugs the hot liquid. He’s even sexy when he drinks. I’m not sure what this man is doing to me, but he has me doing and thinking things that are out of my comfort zone. Although, from what he tells me, it didn’t used to be. I want so badly to get back there. I know he wants it too, but he’s worried. If what he tells me is true, if my memories ever come back and they match up to what he’s told me, I forgive him. How could I not? He’s shown me over and over again how sorry he is and that he’s changed. People make mistakes, and I, for one, am not going to make the mistake that I feel would be the biggest of my life.

  Leaving him again.

  I won’t do it.

  Chapter 18

  Kent

  I had planned to take her to an early dinner, but bringing her back to my place—at her request to see if I can live up to the challenge of kissing her for hours—is a plan I can get on board with. It’s not like it’s something we haven’t done before. There were times when I would keep my lips fused with hers for hours on end. Never taking it further, just enjoying her taste and the feel of her in my arms. I didn’t want to tell her that though. She remembered a little today at the pond, or really, it’s just a huge water hole, but it’s all the same. I don’t want to tell her this time. I want to see if she remembers anything on her own.

  “I’m going to call Mom and Dad and check on our girl.” I push open the front door and allow her to walk in before me.

  “Good idea.”

  We kick off our shoes and strip out of our coats before getting comfortable on the couch. Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I dial Dad’s number, but he doesn’t answer. I then dial Mom, and she answers right away.

  “Hello,” she whispers.

  “Mom, why are you whispering? What’s going on?” I can feel panic start to rise that something might be going on with my daughter.

  “Because your father and our granddaughter are sleeping next to me.”

  My shoulders relax. I look over at Delaney and smile, letting her know everything is okay. I know she could hear the worry in my voice, and I refused to look at her as I questioned my mother. “Has she been good? Is she okay? Asking for us?” I fire off questions.

  “She’s an angel, Kenton. She’s so precious and she’s not asked for you once.” She chuckles. “I know as a parent that hits the heartstrings, but that’s a good thing. She feels safe and comfortable with us, as she should.”

  “No, I agree with you. I’m glad she’s having a good time. I can’t believe you got her to nap. She doesn’t do that for us.” I look at Delaney and she nods her agreement.

  “Well, I guess it’s cuddles with Papaw that do the trick. I’ll send you a picture. How’s your day?”

  “Going great. We went skating at the pond, and we just got back home to… warm up a little.”

  “Well, you kids have a good day. Don’t rush back. We’re enjoying our time with her. I think I might take me a little nap with them.”

  “Thanks, Mom. Love you.”

  “I love you too, son.”

  I end the call and fill Delaney in on our conversation just as my phone pings with a message. I pull it up and see a picture of my dad asleep on the couch, with Kendrix curled up in his lap. He has his arms around her holding her to him even in his sleep.

  “They’re so good with her. She must be at ease to take a nap.”

  “Yes. And even though I know they’re great, I mean they raised me, it’s still nice to see her so relaxed. Now we can enjoy the rest of our day.”

  “Kissing.”

  “Trust me, I didn’t forget.” Leaning into her, I slide my hand behind her neck and pull her into me. “I never thought I’d get the chance to be with you here, like this again. Now that I am, I never want to let you go.”

  “Then don’t,” she whispers. Her voice is thick, and when her tongue darts out to lick her lips, I’m done talking.

  My lips seek hers and I waste no time pushing past them, having her open for me. Her taste explodes on my tongue as I explore her mouth. Every touch we’ve ever shared, every kiss of hers I’ve tasted, it all comes rushing back to me, as if no time had passed. No one has ever affected me the way she does.

  My lips trail down her neck, and I want to strip her bare and worship her body. I want to remind her with my mouth, my hands, and my cock how explosive we can be. Reining it in, I move back to her mouth, kissing her like my life depends on it.

  When she pushes against my chest, I feel my shoulders drop. This is too much for her. No matter how badly I want it, want her, I need to give her time. I’m a stranger to her, essentially. So, when she climbs on my lap to straddle me, I’m shocked. My hands grip her ass as I lift my hips, pushing my hard cock into her core.

  “Oh,” she breathes.

  Loving her reaction, I do it again. This time, I pull her toward me, rocking her body over my erection while thrusting my hips, and she moans. It’s a low, deep, sexy sound from somewhere in the back of her throat. The sound goes straight to my cock as I thicken, something I didn’t think was possible. The pain from the zipper in my jeans is more uncomfortable than anything, but I refuse to stop. No way in hell am I stopping this. I can deal.

  With my hands on her ass and my lips suckling her neck, she takes the lead and rocks her hips, seeking her release that I am all too willing to give her. Her breathing is accelerated, and her movements grow faster until they stop altogether.

  “Laney?” I ask when she buries her face in my neck. “Look at me.”

  She shakes her head and mumbles, “No.”

  “Come on, beautiful, let me see those eyes.” It takes her a few moments, but she eventually sits up and looks at me. Her cheeks are pink, and she’s biting down on her bottom lip. “Talk to me. What just happened?”

  “It’s embarrassing.”

  “There is nothing you can’t tell me, Laney. Nothing. What’s going on in the gorgeous head of yours?”

  “I—” She stops and closes her eyes. I watch as she slowly inhales and exhales, squaring her shoulders as her eyes slide open. “I don’t remember sex. I mean, I know what it is, I remember that, but I don’t remember the act.”

  “You might not, but I do.” I hate we’re about to have this conversation, but she needs it. “We talked about everything. You want me to tell you?”

  “That’s so wrong,” she says. “I can’t expect you to do that. Talk about me with other people.”

  “Trust me, it’s not a picnic, but I’ll do it for you. I have your memories, and like I said earlier, I’ll give them to you. As little or as much as you want.”

  She nods. “I-I assume I wasn’t sexually active until c
ollege since I have no memory of ever actually, you know.” She shrugs.

  “Your freshman year.” I stop, preparing myself to tell the woman I love about her sexual experience with a man who’s not me. “He pursued you for a couple of weeks, and you met up with him at a frat party. You said he was sweet and gentle, and told you he cared about you.” I have to focus to not let my anger at how he treated her show through. I have to deliver the information. “You went up to his room. You said he was easy with you, but it was all about him. You didn’t come.” Her cheeks glow crimson. “Fifteen minutes later, he climbed out of bed and got dressed. I’m paraphrasing when I tell you that he said something along the lines of it’s been fun, you can show yourself out. You got dressed, held your head high, and left the party. You went home and cried for the rest of the weekend. Two months later, you were home on Summer break, and we met. I took you back to my place, and you were worried I’d never want to see you again. I assured you that I would. You kept telling me that it was okay, you knew the score this time and you were good with it. The next morning, you tried to sneak out of my bed, but I wouldn’t let you. We spent two days holed up here.” I look around. “I can see you here. It’s part of why I’m still here. Part of me didn’t want to give up those memories, and the other part was hoping one day you’d show up on my doorstep.”

  “Instead, you showed up on mine.”

  “Yeah.” I brush a strand of hair out of her eyes.

  “So, just him and you?”

  I nod. “There was no one else after our first weekend together. Every time you came home, we were together. We never labeled us, and I regret that as much as I do standing you up that night. Well, I showed up, just too late.”

  “I don’t remember, yet being here with you, it feels familiar. I can’t explain it. I feel safe with you. Comfortable.”

  “You are safe with me,” I assure her. “Never be afraid to tell me what you want, what you like, what you don’t like. Not just with sex, with everything in life. I want to be your partner, Laney. Nothing you ever tell me would change that.”

  She nods, and a slow, shy smile tilts her lips. “Did we—” She pauses as if collecting her thoughts. “Did we make love? Or you know, did we just have sex?”

  “Both. There were some days we wanted it slow, and others fast and dirty.” My cock twitches, and from the way her eyes widen, she feels it.

  “Show me.”

  “Which one?” I keep my eyes trained on her, and focus on deep, even breaths. My cock twitches, more than ready to show her everything. However, I need her to make this call. I need her to tell me exactly what she wants. I want her to be in control. I also need her to know she’s safe with me.

  “All of it.”

  “My pleasure.” Pushing to my feet with her in my arms, I carry her down the hall to my bed. I don’t stop until she’s lying back on the bed, with me between her legs. “Tell me what you want first. This is your show, Laney.”

  “I-I don’t know.”

  “Yes, you do. Tell me what you want.”

  “I want the ache to go away.”

  I kiss her neck as I grind my hips into her center. “Here?” I whisper next to her ear.

  “Y-Yes.” She swallows hard.

  Standing tall, my hands go to her waist, and I slide my hands into the waistband of her yoga pants. With a tug, I begin stripping her bare. “Lift for me.” She does as I ask and with a yank, her panties and pants are tossed to the side. Dropping to my knees, my lips press to her inner thighs.

  “Kenton,” she breathes. I look up to find her lifted up on her elbows watching me. “What are you doing?”

  “I’m going to take the ache away.”

  “Oh.”

  Her mouth forms the cutest O, and I can’t help but remember what it felt like when she would take my cock in her mouth. I was her first, something I was damn proud of. Shaking out of the memory, I get back to business. With my index fingers, I trace her folds, and she’s already wet for me.

  “Oh, God.”

  I smile. It’s time to give my girl what she wants. I run my fingers through her folds one last time, pushing one inside her. Her hips lift off the bed, and her need fuels me. Lowering my head, I flatten my tongue and swipe across her clit, causing her hands to grip my hair and her legs to tighten around my shoulders. Perfect. A few more gentle caresses of my tongue and I’m adding another digit, but I’m done teasing her. I need her to come, and I desperately need to be inside her. I suck on her clit while pumping my fingers in and out of her. Her legs shake, and I’m sure I’ll have a bald spot from the grip she has on my hair, but I don’t relent. I take what I want, and give her what she needs at the same time.

  “I-I can’t… oh, God.” She’s incoherent, unable to form sentences. I suck harder. “Kenton!” She cries out for me as her body squeezes my fingers as her release coats my face and hands.

  Fuck, I’ve missed her.

  I kiss her everywhere my mouth will reach and don’t remove my hand from between her legs until the final ripples of pleasure have left her body. Sitting back on my heels, I wipe my face with the back of my hand and stand. Her cheeks are flushed, a thin sheen of sweat on her forehead, and her eyes are hooded. She’s sated and fucking more beautiful than I’ve ever seen her.

  “Now what?” she asks once she’s caught her breath and sees me watching her.

  “You tell me what you want.” I reach down and adjust my cock that is painfully hard.

  “You.”

  “You have all of me.”

  “I wasn’t finished.” She smiles a lazy, sated smile. “I want you inside me.”

  “Strip.” My voice is deep and controlled, leaving no room for negotiation. I need her naked, all of her. Her shirt and bra need to go. She holds her hand out to me and I help her sit up, then quickly take a step back. Pulling my shirt over my head, I drop it to the floor, before popping the button on my jeans and pulling them along with my boxer briefs off at the same time. My hard cock salutes her as she reaches behind her and unsnaps her bra. She lays it on her shirt beside her on the bed. Grabbing them, I toss them to the floor.

  “Lie back on the bed.” I reach to the nightstand and grab a condom, and within seconds, I’m sheathed and ready to devour her. Placing my knees on the bed, I crawl to her and settle between her thighs.

  “This is my first time. I mean, not really, but… I’m nervous.”

  “Don’t be nervous. If you want me to stop, just tell me. There are no expectations here.”

  “What if I’m bad at it?”

  “You’re not.” I tap the side of my head, letting her know I remember.

  “That was the old me. What if the new me isn’t?”

  “You’re still you, Laney. You’re the same vibrant, gorgeous, loving girl who stole my heart all those years ago. You might be missing a few of the pieces of what made you that way, but you’re still you. My heart still beats for you.”

  “Have you always been a sweet talker?”

  I chuckle. “Only with you.”

  “Slow. I think I’d like you slow.”

  “Anything you want, beautiful.” Resting my weight on my elbows on either side of her head, I push her hair out of her eyes. “If at any time you want me to stop, just say the word.” She nods. I align my cock with her pussy and push in—slowly, an inch at a time, giving her time to get used to my size. “It’s been too long,” I whisper. My lips find hers and I get lost in her.

  “More,” she mumbles against my lips. “I need more.”

  I push in further and bite down on my cheek. She feels too fucking good. “I missed you.”

  “There was really no one else?”

  “No. I tried a few times. I’m not going to lie. I wanted to get over you. I foolishly thought that would help, but I could never go through with it. Not when you were all I could see.”

  She moves her hand to rest over my heart. “You have a great big heart in that chest of yours, Kenton Baldwin.”

  “It’
s tied up,” I confess. “There’s this girl, blonde hair, big blue eyes, and a body that could bring a man to his knees. She got her hooks in me a few years ago, and never let go, and now—” I kiss her because I want to and because I can. “There’s this other girl, cute as hell, big blue eyes like her momma, and dark hair like her daddy. Like me. She’s following in her momma’s footsteps.”

  Her eyes well with tears. “I’m so happy we found you.”

  “Me too, baby.” I slide all the way in, and my eyes roll back in my head. My head falls and I bury it in her neck, breathing her in. I relish the feel of her body surrounding mine, her warmth, and her embrace.

  Her arms wrap around my shoulders, hugging me tightly. “Are you okay?” she murmurs.

  “I’m just memorizing this moment. I never thought I’d be here again with you, and now that I am, I’m taking the time to savor it. To savor you. I didn’t do that enough before. We were always sneaking in time before your parents needed you home. Your mom kept you busy to keep you away from me.”

  Her legs lock behind my ass, and her arms tighten around my shoulders. “Make love to me, Kenton.”

  So I do.

  Slowly, I glide in and out—over and over again, all while staring into her eyes. The connection we share is deep. It’s rooted in our souls, and I know her body remembers as she takes me inside her. Her mind might not know me, but her body does. We’re in perfect sync. With every thrust, every touch, every kiss, we come together like a beautiful song.

  Time passes by as we get lost in each other.

  Kiss after kiss.

  Touch after touch.

  I can’t get enough of her. I never want this moment to end. “Never again, Laney. I can never lose you again.”

  “Never.” Her body tightens around me. She calls out my name, and I’m done. I can’t hold on any longer as I spill over inside her, filling the condom that separates us.

  My forehead rests against hers until I can catch my breath. I then slowly ease myself from her body and climb out of bed. I rush toward the bathroom, toss the condom in the trash, and grab a washcloth to clean us up with. I know it’s not her first time, but in a way, it is, and I need to show her what she means to me by taking care of her. It’s my job to take care of her, and I will forever and always.