I wasn’t going to do it.
I wasn’t going to have sex with KJ.
At least, that’s what I’ve been yelling at myself inside my head.
All day, I’ve stolen glances at her working. In her element with those sexy as fuck retro cats eyeglasses on. I had to adjust myself a time or two when I caught her deep in thought and biting her lip or the end of a pen. The buzzing sounds and moans coming through her bedroom wall last night as I jacked off in the shower, are still fresh in my mind too.
Son of a bitch, I swore I wasn’t crossing that line. Not until I had my head on straight and knew exactly where this was going.
Then she had to go and give me this heartfelt apology and damn if my own walls didn’t begin to crumble. I couldn’t trust myself to reply to her, instead, I stood there like a fucking dumbass. Stunned and dumbfounded.
Going for a run and rocking out to Guns N’ Roses, maybe a damn good work out, but it accomplished nothing. I would have rubbed one out in the shower but the smell of fajitas, after said work out, is even more enticing. No, I’d rather fuck KJ instead of wasting my time fucking my hand.
I don’t miss the heat in her gaze as I make my plate and join her at the table.
I’m all too aware of the water dripping down my chest, and the fact that she’s watching each drop.
That’s my little vixen. I’ve missed that look so fucking much. And when she shifts uncomfortably in her seat and lets out a moan – I nearly come in my pants like a horny teenager. I’m not thinking about her lips wrapped around my cock. Or how her pussy clenched around me when I fucked her.
Counting to ten backwards doesn’t help.
Last season’s Seminoles stats do nothing for the raging hard-on.
It’s the only explanation I have for why I stalk up behind her after Reid falls asleep for the night. She’s in the kitchen wiping down the counters when I wrap my arms around her waist and push my dick against the small of her back. When her head falls back, and she groans, I take the opportunity to nip at her neck – eliciting a gasp from her pursed lips.
“What are you doing?” he purrs.
“Scratching an itch.”
“Rhys,” she wiggles against me in weak protest. “We shouldn’t.”
“Doesn’t mean we can’t,” I lick the shell of her ear, moving my hands down and cupping her sex through her clothes. Her hiss is nearly my undoing. “I need you. You can tell me, you don’t need this too, but I heard my name roll off your lips last night.”
“Oh, God.”
I spin her around, so she’s facing me and pin her against the counter. “Let me make you feel good.”
“I…Rhys…this isn’t a good idea.”
“It’s a horrible idea, a very naughty and satisfying idea.” It really is. All of the above. By the way, her body continues to press against mine, I know she agrees. “If you don’t want this, tell me to stop.” KJ sighs. “That’s not an answer,” I squeeze her ass and grind against her.
“I should tell you to stop.”
Fighting back a smile, I kiss her lips. When she parts them, I slip my tongue inside. She rewards me by lifting herself up onto the countertop and spreading her legs so that I can settle between them. Now she’s at the perfect height for me to rub my cock right against her core. “Fuck, that feels good,” I grunt as she wraps her legs around me, locking me in place. Even with our clothes separating us, I can feel her heat. I wish like hell, she’d give in and beg me to slip inside her, right now.
Instead, I’m trying to keep my head on straight and take it slow. Making sure I give her every chance to stop me before we cross the threshold again.
She pants my name as I bite her collarbone while slowly trailing her shirt up her torso with my hands.
“Do you want me to take this off?” I tease.
“God, yes.” Her head rolls back as she lifts her hands, making it easier for me to rid her of her shirt. Her sheer bra exposes her gorgeous tits. The temptation is too much to resist. My mouth is on her, latching on through the thin material, sucking and nipping, while my left-hand teases her other breast, pulling, pinching. “Holy fuck. Rhys!” Her back arches, pushing her pebbled nipple closer.
Goddamnit, I could fuck her right here on the kitchen counter. My right-hand squeezes and palms my length in search of some kind of relief. “I want to be inside of you.”
“Do it,” her voice is wanton and needy. “Fuck me, Rhys.”
The minute the words leave her mouth, I’m tearing at her leggings – tossing them to the floor before dropping my shorts just enough to set my cock free. I push her soaked panties to the side and slide home. “Christ,” I gasp as her heat envelopes me. Perfect time for reality to come crashing in. I pull back out and rest my forehead on hers with a pant. “I don’t have a condom.”
Protection wasn’t even on my radar. Since we weren’t going to do this.
If I’d have thought about condoms the first time – we wouldn’t be in this awkward place now. And I wouldn’t have Reid.
Her lips form a perfect ‘o,’ and her head drops. She jumps off the counter, grabbing her pants from their landing spot and attempts to cover her lower half. I’m still painfully hard as I adjust my shorts, tucking myself away.
“Hey,” I reach for her as she tries to skirt past me. She closes her eyes for a beat and blows out a breath. She’s shutting down on me again, I recognize this for exactly what it is. “Kelsey,” her full name slips from my lips, and she looks at me briefly.
“Don’t, okay? We shouldn’t be doing this anyway.”