Be Careful What You Wish For (12 page)

Chapter Eighteen

I’
D DECIDED HOW to greet my man just in time.  I placed my elbows on the dresser, then rested my chin on both my fists and turned my head to face the door.  I made sure my ass was sticking out.  Kage opened the door and the noise from the living room rushed through until he closed it, muffling it once more.

I heard the click of the door as it closed and I grinned at him.  He raised his eyebrows and took two steps toward me.  I ran my hand down my side and over my ass, then back up, pulling my skirt up with my hand.  “Oh, hell,” he said, closing the gap.

I turned around to kiss him, but I was fumbling with the button on his jeans.  “I want you to fuck me right here.”

He brought his lips to mine
and said, “My thoughts exactly.”  His lips moved to my neck while his fingers pulled down the bra strap on my left shoulder.  His lips were warm, but not as hot as my body, and I needed to feel him inside me once more.  He moved his hand to my hair, running his fingers through it, pulling it away from my ear, and then I felt his breath against my skin.  His voice was almost a growl when he said, “I’m going to turn you around.  I want to take you the way you offered.”

By that point, my hand was stroking his cock and I knew he was as desperate as I was.  “That was the idea.”  His hand was now behind my neck
and he turned me to face him.

He kissed me hard and then turned me around before I could fully register what he’d done.  He was like a dangerous animal, ruled only by instinct, and it turned me on just as much as the sweet side of him did.  He ran his hand up my thigh from my knee to the crease in my leg, not to excite me but to spread me a little farther apart.  His other hand pushed my skirt up and I felt him inside me in seconds.  I felt the fullness of his swollen cock more at that angle than I had before in all our lovemaking, and
his hands on my hips felt possessive and needy.  I looked at him through the mirror.  His eyes were closed, a pained expression on his face, but then he opened them and looked at me.  He almost smiled and slowed down his tempo.  Had I ruined the moment for him?  I gritted my teeth and said, “Fuck me, baby.  Fuck me hard.”  He ran his hands up my sides and over my breasts, squeezing them, and there was nothing gentle about his touch.  I closed my eyes then as I felt him begin his assault again.  It felt good until I opened my eyes and saw myself in the mirror again.  That, coupled with the knowledge that Mark was on the other side of the wall, ruined any chance I had of pleasure.  But that was okay.  Kage had made me feel unbelievably incredible earlier, and this moment was for him.  So I adjusted the angle of my ass a little, hoping it would make it better for him, and I kept my eyes closed so he wouldn’t see any of the weird shit I was thinking.  I knew my face would telegraph it.

He was driving into me hard, so no matter how weird I was
feeling, my breath was coming out in pants and huffs.  He stopped again, though, and ran his hands down my back, giving me shivers.  I inhaled a deep breath.

He pulled out and I thought that was odd, because I knew he was close but hadn’t come.  But he grabbed me around the waist and turned me around, then lifted me up so my ass was hanging off the edge of the dresser.

His mouth consumed mine in a deep kiss as he slammed into me and I gasped around his mouth.  Oh, my God, he was beyond incredible.  He felt better than he had a right to.  Holy shit.  I didn’t realize until moments later that I was vocalizing these sentiments, but I did when I glanced at him and saw the look on his face—half a smile before his eyes fluttered, and I knew he was super close.  I hadn’t known how close I was, though, and an orgasm took me by surprise, making my legs quiver and tighten around him as he sucked air in through his teeth, resisting his release until he couldn’t any longer.

It might sound weird to you, but it was the little things like that that made me feel like
Kage and I belonged together.  Forever.  Because rarely had I experienced that kind of union with a guy.  It felt like we were meant to be.

* * *

We lay in bed, his hand brushing my upper arm up and down.  I wasn’t sleepy, but I knew Kage was getting drowsy.  He had to work early in the morning, and I knew I needed to sleep too, because I had to catch my ride in with him.  Unlike him, though, I could get up right before we left and shower after I got home.

My head rested on his chest and I ran my hand up and down his bare flesh underneath the sheet.  I stayed quiet, because I didn’t want to keep him up.  Of course, I didn’t know how he could sleep with the raucous sounds of wrestling vibrating into his room anyway.  I felt a little relieved by the television noises, though, because I started believing maybe Mark hadn’t heard the sounds of our lovemaking through the walls.

I closed my eyes, deciding that maybe I could sleep if I wasn’t looking around the room.  Instead, my mind wavered between thoughts of the sexy man slumbering beside me and the paper I had to write the following morning.  My mind finally started to quiet when I heard Kage mumble.  “Jessica, you awake?”

I fluttered my eyelids. 
“Mmm-hmm.”

His hand had been resting on my arm, but he moved it to my hair and stroked the length of it.  “I guess it’s a little
fuckin’ late, but I suppose I need to ask you if you’re on birth control.”

Oh, hell.  I hadn’t even thought about that.  To me, condoms were just extra protection as well as a precaution against the nasty shit some guys carried on their dicks.  I hadn’t worried about
Kage.  As scary as it was on occasion, I trusted him.  Sometimes, I trusted him in spite of my insecurities and doubts and fears; other times, like now—when I was in his arms and wrapped in his love—trust came easily.  Yes, I’d been on the pill since I’d become sexually active in high school.  A lot of my friends hadn’t bothered; some had been on the fast track to pregnancy and I suspected they were already divorced—at least, those who’d managed to marry.  Some of them had moved in with the baby daddy and a couple others hadn’t had the opportunity.  I saw that as just another way to trap myself at home.  I’d desperately needed to escape, and a baby would have ruined that.  So, stupidly enough, the first time I’d had sex, I hadn’t been on the pill and the asshole who’d fucked me hadn’t used a condom.  He’d pulled out and come on my stomach.  And I’d prayed and prayed—even though I wasn’t much of a religious girl—until my period came.  That experience had scared me so much that I was on the pill less than two months later…and while I’d been late taking the occasional pill, I’d been faithful overall about doing it.  No way was I going to become a mother on accident.

I shifted so I could look at him.  I rolled over a bit and rested my chin on my hand, still
laying on his chest.  Suddenly, I felt playful.  Kage and I had been so serious about each other that we hadn’t teased much in a joking way, and I felt a little devilish.  I gasped and made my eyes wide.  “Oh, shit.  Birth control?  What do you mean?”  His eyes popped open and I could see the shock on them.  I started laughing, but then I felt bad that I’d made him panic.  “It’s okay.  I’m on the pill.”

“Shit, woman.
  You gave me a heart attack.”  He grabbed my hands and rolled me over on my back.  He kissed me then and I felt endorphins rushing through my body followed by adrenaline, because I wanted to feel him inside me again.  I could never get enough of him.

I stroked his cheek with my hand.  He had tiny dark whiskers poking out that I knew he’d remove the next morning, but for now, they made him look even sexier, and, combined with the look in his eyes, maybe even a little dangerous.  God, I loved when he looked that way.  “I’m sorry, baby.  I swear—you have nothing to worry about.  I’m on the pill and have been for a long time.”  Oh, God…I hoped that didn’t make me sound like a huge slut.  It was true, though, and, as usual, I wanted to be honest with him.

“Just for that, I think I need to fuck you hard again.”

I sucked in a deep breath and I know my eyes grew wide. 
“Holy hell.  I wish you would.  I wish you would never stop.”

Lucky me.
  He kept his promise.  After that, I had no problems falling asleep, even as the ten o’clock news blared into the bedroom relentlessly.

Chapter Nineteen

I WORKED THE next day and so Kage spent the night with me, but we both agreed Thursday night away from each other.  He had pool night with his boys (I could hardly believe we’d only known each other a week), and I was in serious need of study time.  But Friday night, he picked me up after work and he stayed at my apartment again.  And then I had him drive me to Carl’s place so I could begin cleaning the dump as well as see how my car was coming along.

Carl hadn’t started it…yet.  He’d been waiting for the weekend, and he figured it would take both days.  He said his goal was to have it ready by Monday, but he wouldn’t know until he started.

I promised to cook him an early dinner too.  It was the least I could do.

Yes, I was tired.  I got there by ten in the morning, but I knew his house would need lots of attention.

He sauntered off to his garage while I started working.  He liked the idea of dinner too.  Figured.  But that’s what I got for offering.

I took a deep breath and walked around the house, assessing its needs.  I even grabbed a small notepad out of my purse that I kept for when ideas hit me (I was still pondering what my thesis would be—no idea could be neglected), and I recorded my observations—what I thought needed done in each room.  I decided that things like vacuuming the carpets and washing the windows would be done all at the same time.  Why vacuum the living room and not vacuum the bedrooms?  Once I did a job, I wanted it to stay done, and vacuuming one room at a time seemed futile.

I’d forgotten too that he had two bathrooms, and I knew based on my work experience that they’d probably be nasty.  He was a guy, after all, and they were less concerned about the cleanliness of their environment than we women were.

I decided to tackle the worst room first.  No, it wasn’t one of the bathrooms (although they were contenders).  It was the kitchen.  First, there was the matter of the insane clutter to deal with.  On one counter, he had stacks of…shit.  Newspapers, junk mail, magazines, and other paper clutter.  So I went through it.  Junk mail and newspapers went straight in the trash.  Magazines I stacked in a pile and then I evaluated all the mail piece by piece, tossing out things like “special offers” for a new credit card.  If Carl really wanted or needed a new credit card, he could find one to apply for.

I put those stacks on the table.  The other papers, things that seemed foreign to me but had to do with cars, I also put into a stack of their own.  I’d let him evaluate each paper’s worthiness.  I didn’t have time to organize his life.  I was here to clean.

I sighed.  There were still dishes piled next to the sink, both dirty and clean, so I washed the dirty ones and then found homes for everything.  He could do a search and destroy if he needed a particular item. 
There were also beer and soda cans all over, but those too were easy to toss.  I found myself growing irritated, wondering how the hell he could live this way.

He’s fixing your expensive problem, Jessica.  Be grateful.

I took a deep breath.  How true.  And my mess might have seemed just as bad to him as his did to me.  So I cheered up and tackled it head on.  There were food messes everywhere—on the stove, the wall, the floor, the fridge, in the microwave.  I was surprised to find something splattered on the ceiling.  But I decided to tackle it all methodically, cleaning one section at a time as I worked my way around the kitchen.  I cleaned inside the microwave and the fridge.  I was glad the stove was self-cleaning, so I turned it on, and, until I’d really started working up a sweat, the warmth felt nice.

Three hours later, as I was finishing up mopping the floor, I felt immense relief.

Until I remembered that was only one room.

Ah, but it had been the worst.

Still, I needed a bit of a break, so I decided to clean the living room.  It wasn’t too bad.  Some cluttery trash here and there but much easier to handle than the kitchen.  I dusted and straightened and cleaned.  I washed out the ashtrays and cleaned off the window sills.  If he’d had his own washing machine, I would have washed the curtains.  I wasn’t going to offer, though, because I doubted he even noticed them.  I did take them and the throw rugs outside and beat them a little to get all the dust out and off them, but that was the extent of it.  I also decided I’d vacuum under the sofa cushions when I vacuumed all over.

By then, it was getting late.  So I put away the cleaning supplies and dug around in his fridge.  I decided to cook him a couple of cheeseburgers and fries, and then I’d get out of there.  I’d heard him come in the kitchen once to get a drink (and I made sure he didn’t track anything on the clean floor), and I knew he’d used the bathroom a couple of times.

I texted Kage to pick me up, since he’d promised.  I couldn’t wait to see him, but I was afraid I looked horrible after my morning spent cleaning.  I peeked my head out in the garage.  I had to get back to my apartment so I could get ready for work, and I had stayed a little later than I’d intended.  I hoped that extra time would pay off and I could finish tomorrow.  I just hoped he appreciated the deep cleaning I was giving his place.  “Hey, Carl!”

“Yeah?”
  He was rifling through some tools on the table against the back wall.

“Got your early dinner ready.”

“What’d you make?”

When I told him, he looked like he could have kissed me.  He went to the bathroom and washed up.  I put his burgers and fries on a plate on the table—next to the stacks of clutter I’d need to tell him about—with mustard and ketchup bottles in case he wanted them.  He made his way to the fridge and pulled out a beer.  “Want one?”

I shook my head.  “No, thanks.  I have to work in a little while.”

“Don’t you have one of them jobs where you can drink while you work?”

“I work for a bar, but that doesn’t mean I can drink.  Thanks, though.”

He paused beside me before sitting down.  “Look, Jess, I know you’re a busy girl. 
You done a real nice job here.  The kitchen’s never been this clean.  So, if you wanna just go with our usual arrangement to save yourself some time, I’m good with that.”

His eyes were so sincere and, believe it or not, sweet.  It took me a few moments to realize he was telling me I could give him the usual blowjob in exchange for putting the new transmission in my car (well, new to
my
car).  You might think he was being piggish, but trust me when I tell you he was not.  He knew how busy I was and he knew that—in the past—I had given a blowjob in exchange for car repair more than once instead of cleaning his house because I’d
wanted
to.  I smiled at him and said, “Thanks, Carl.  I appreciate that, but I can’t do it.”  He got a quizzical look on his face.  “I have a boyfriend.”  And it might have been just a blowjob, but that would have felt like cheating to me.

“So what?
  You didn’t care with your last boyfriend.”

“That was before w
e were officially together.  Robb and I had just started dating the last time…I paid you
that
way.”

“What do you mean
officially together
?”

“I’d gone on one date with him.  I didn’t know if I wanted to keep seeing him or if he’d want to keep seeing me at the time.”

“Oh.”

“The guy I’m with now?” 
Bowled me over.  I wasn’t going to go nuts telling Carl just how head over heels I was for Kage, but I did want him to know things were serious, and my lips were going to stay far from Carl’s dick.  He’d have a spotless house by the time I was done with it.  “He’s something special, Carl.”

“Special, huh?”

“Yeah.”

He nodded. 
“All right.  Then I guess I’ll thank you in advance for cleaning my house from top to bottom.”  He sat down in front of his cheeseburgers.

“You like what I’ve done so far?”

“Looks great.”  He took a sip of his beer.  “I think I’ll have your car ready by tomorrow.”

“Really?”
  I grinned.  I’d never realized how important my independence was until it had been taken from me by fate.  “Oh, thank you.  And I should be done cleaning tomorrow…I hope.”

Kage
picked me up as promised and we had hot shower sex before I got dressed for work.  And the next day he ran me back over to Carl’s for another cleaning session.  I managed to keep my promise and finish cleaning his filthy house.  I started with the bathrooms and then took care of the two bedrooms and the hallway.  This time I texted Kage and told him I had my car back.  After making Carl another dinner, I rushed home to get ready for work.  And even though I was beyond tired after work that night, I told Kage I would love to see him afterwards.

He’d forgotten that I had my car, so I introduced him to Daffodil, my little yellow
baby that kept chugging along with a fix here and there.  Kage ran his hand up the hood toward the windshield suggestively and said, “I think I’m going to have to fuck you on it once the weather warms up.”

I grinned at him, raising my eyebrows. 
“Promise?”

“Hell, yeah.”
  He sealed that promise with a kiss.