Logan"s all out laughing now.
I start to as well.
Jake looks p.i.s.sed off. "It"s not f.u.c.king 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."
"Speaking 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 s.h.i.t, 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 d.i.c.k 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 d.a.m.n 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.
Gooseb.u.mps from his touch break through my skin and my breathing accelerates.
It"s been so f.u.c.king long since he"s touched me, like this, and I need him to... do something.
Because my body hates me, and I hate me and I just need him.
I lean into him slightly, my b.r.e.a.s.t.s lifting and he knows it"s an invitation. His head dips to my shoulder, his lips on the bare skin. Moving slowly, softy, so f.u.c.king slow and soft it"s painful. His tongue slips out a tiny bit and he moves higher up my neck, on my jaw, to my ear.
"I heard you last night," he whispers.
f.u.c.k.
His mouth starts to go lower, back down my neck, to my collar bone, his body bending so he can kiss the swell of my b.r.e.a.s.t.s. His hands follow, and go lower down my waist, to my hips and down my thighs until they meet the bottom of my dress.
Softly, and slowly, just like his mouth, his hands start back up, up the bare skin of my thighs under the dress. It"s so f.u.c.king erotic and I"m so f.u.c.king wet and I haven"t said a word.
His hands move higher to cup my a.s.s, so gently I almost cry out with need.
He slowly moves them so his fingers are just under the material of my lace panties and he groans in response when his hands hold my bare a.s.s.
I"m panting like a dog, my mouth dry, my eyes closed, feeling everything at once.
His mouth is on the swell of my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, slowly kissing me everywhere.
G.o.d, I want him so f.u.c.king bad, the thought of it makes me moan out load.
At the same time, his mouth is nipping the material of my dress and my bra, and he uses his teeth to move them down so my t.i.ts are hanging out over the dress. His eyes are filled with l.u.s.t as he stares up at me.
He groans out once and his eyes fall to the back of his head before my nipple is in his mouth and he"s grabbing my a.s.s tighter. He"s sucking and licking like he can"t get enough and I want Him. Inside. Me.
Then his hands on my a.s.s move to pull down my panties until they hit the floor and I can feel the coldness of the air on my wet heat.
His hands go to my waist and I"m being lifted onto the dryer, the whole time his mouth hasn"t left my b.r.e.a.s.t.s.
His palms go to my inner thighs and he spreads my legs for him. He stands in between my legs and I can feel his hardness through his sweats. Were grinding against each other, my head thrown back, my chest lifted in the air for him to devour.
His mouth leaves my b.r.e.a.s.t.s and goes lower, kissing my stomach through the material of my dress and I know what he wants to do and f.u.c.k, I want him to do it, so f.u.c.king bad, but not now, not like this. I get his head in my hands and I tell him that. His mouth goes straight back to my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, he pulls back and I whimper, but then his fingers are inside me.
He"s moving, in and out, circling around, in and out, and I"m moaning and groaning and I"m so f.u.c.king close.
I can feel the build up, I know I"m being loud, but I don"t f.u.c.king care, and he looks at me and laughs because he knows I"m a screamer. But his laugh gets cut off when my hands pull his sweats down just enough so I can grab his rock hard huge d.i.c.k in my hands.
I"m stroking up and down and he"s moving in and out and I"m so f.u.c.king wet and so f.u.c.king turned on and he knows I"m about to come because his fingers work faster and I feel him harden slightly before we both go over the edge.
We"re breathing into each other, waiting to come down from this amazing feeling. Holding on until the buzz fades.
We never even kissed. We have never kissed.
And when we"re finally calm, at the exact same time, we both say, "I missed you so f.u.c.king much".
Chapter 41.
*Jake*
I persuaded Kayla to come to the party with me and I"m so glad because tonight, I want her with me. I want to be able to hold her to me and let everyone know that she"s mine.
She"s wearing a short green dress and those f.u.c.king cowboy boots and it"s hot as h.e.l.l. We almost didn"t make it here. She had to keep tearing my hands off her.
When we get to the party, there are hundreds of people already there. I have my girl under my arm and she seems happy, which makes me so f.u.c.king happy.
We"re sitting with our friends in front of the Karaoke stage and laughing because the people that legit think they are good, suck so bad it"s hilarious.
She"s sitting on my lap on her third or fourth beer and she"s giggling watching someone on stage. My hands are on her bare legs, her arms wrapped around my neck. My nose rubbing along her jaw, she shivers every time I do it and I love it.
"Hi, Jake." Oh f.u.c.k.
I don"t even look up because I know who it is and I automatically grip Kayla tighter. She"s trying to hold back a laugh but I can feel her body shaking.
"Hi, Lacey," she says, her voice syrupy sweet.
"It"s Casey," she snaps. I flinch and Kayla feels it. She giggles again.
My eyes are closed and I"m freaking the f.u.c.k out because this girl, Casey, she"s legit mental, and I know I"m some macho a.s.shole but I can admit that I"m scared when she"s like, within a 5 billion yard radius.
Kayla"s hand reaches up and starts soothing my head like a G.o.dd.a.m.n baby and it actually helps.
My hands keep trying to creep higher and higher up her bare thigh and she keeps swatting them away.
Casey hangs out with us for ten full minutes, pretending like we"re all best f.u.c.king friends, before she leaves and I can breath again.
The whole time she"s here, my eyes never opened and my head never left Kayla"s neck.
"She seemed nice." Matt, one of Logan"s frat brothers mentions.
Everyone stifles a laugh.
"Yeah..." Kayla says, "Her face and conversation say I"m nice enough," but her eyes say I have 8 dead bodies in the bas.e.m.e.nt!""
Everyone cracks up and I kiss her on the temple, like I used to. I missed her so f.u.c.king much, I never want to be apart from her. Ever.
Some guy is waving at me from across the room and I have no f.u.c.king idea who he is so I just smile. He looks at me awkwardly and then eyes Kayla on my lap.
"You know him?" I ask Kayla.
She looks up and I see her smile when she sees him.
"I"ll be right back." She gets up and walks over to him.
He eye f.u.c.ks her as she walks towards him and I"m almost standing when Logan reaches for my arm to pulls me back down.
Who the f.u.c.k is this kid and how does he know my girl? My girl. I shake my head at the thought.
I nudge logan with me knee. I jerk my head and Logan looks over to them.
He smiles.
I want to punch his smug face.
I"m about a ten on the buzzed scale, about a five on the wasted.
"That"s Phil, or Will... something like that," Logan says.
"And...?" I ask, wanting more information.
"And that"s all you get, why? You jealous?"
I look at him.
"Quit being an a.s.shole, you know I"m f.u.c.king jealous. Who is he?"
"You"re not allowed to be jealous, from what I know, she"s not your girl, is she?"
He asks this with his eyebrows raised, begging me to say something stupid. Declare my love for her or some s.h.i.t. He"s not getting it, not today.
"Who is he, Logan?" I"m not in the mood for this s.h.i.t and he knows it now.
He sighs. "He"s Maloney"s brother. I"ve seen him around the house a few times. He"s not a frat brother though. He"s like... higher education type s.h.i.t, Junior, maybe senior. On his way to med school or something. That"s all I got."
Med School? I"m the high school jock and he"s med school. Great. I"m f.u.c.ked.
I stand and walk to a better position where I can watch them.
"Don"t be an a.s.shole, Jake," Logan warns, but I don"t care.
*Mikayla*
Some girl in the corner of the room has been eye f.u.c.king Jake the whole night. I don"t know who she is but it"s p.i.s.sing me off. I"m sitting on Jake"s lap when she comes over to our group.
She takes a seat on Matt"s lap. He looks startled for a second but then places his hand on her thigh.
This whole time, she never takes her eyes off Jake.
Jake doesn"t seem to notice, or he doesn"t care.
I do. Notice I mean, and care.