Why Now? (26 page)

Pinpricks of heat blossom across my cheeks, my neck, and my chest.

As soon as she turns away, I lean in close to Jake. “Did she say what I think she said?”

He adjusts me and drapes his arm around me. “It won’t help if I tell her we missed dinner. Don’t mind her, though, it’s so loud in here we’re the only ones who heard her.”

Reaching for my tea, replying loud enough for everyone to hear, “I don’t care. I know the truth. I love you and you love me. Let them think whatever they want. Their opinions of me and their petty gossip are no longer my concern.”

There was a time when I was embarrassed that people knew how much I wanted to be with Jake. It’d be crazy if I let it continue to embarrass me now that I am with him.

He stares at me, a tick working in his jaw. “I’m thrilled it no longer concerns you, but since you concern me, I’m ending this shit right now.”

“Jake?”

He stands and spins my stool so we’re both facing everyone in the diner. Draping his arm across my shoulders he announces, “I get that in a small town, for some people there isn’t much excitement outside of watching and judging other people living their lives.” He makes a point of looking right at Mrs. Babcock, and she shrinks under his gaze. “I’m going to clear any potential gossip about Kacey Albright and myself right here, and right now. We’re together, and I mean together in a way that means one day in the future her name is going to be Kacey Whitmore. Since that’s out in the open, there’s no reason any of you need to concern yourselves about our relationship. In fact, I’m going to get pissed if I hear any other speculation about us.” He pauses for a beat. “We clear on this?”

It’s no surprise to me that not one person makes a peep. He glances down at me before dipping his head to kiss my temple. Then, he spins my stool back around like nothing happened.

Oh boy.

“Oh my God,” she groans. “Right there. Don’t stop.”

Like I would ever stop, I think to myself.

Kacey is on her back. My lips are wrapped around one of her nipples and I’m fucking her with two of my fingers.

“Oh, God,” she groans again and I move my mouth from her breast to her ear.

“You like that, baby?”

She responds by lifting her hips up off the bed as she holds my hand to her. She was shy at first, but hell, once she got going she is so responsive. Let’s just say she likes all of the “other stuff” we’ve been exploring over the last week.

Tonight is the first time she’s been completely naked with me since that night she stepped into my shower. The lights in her room are off, but the one in the bathroom is still on.

Even in the dim light, I feast on her beauty. She’s all cream, her pale skin a contrast to the dark room. Her curves have me dreaming of the day I’m deep inside of her, my hands full of her round ass.

She comes, her body tightening around my fingers. Her eyes go wide and then flutter closed as she gently shudders against me. Christ, she has no idea how sexy she is. Slipping my fingers from her, I resist the temptation of licking them. It would embarrass her. I’m working her up to the idea of my mouth between her legs, but she’s not there yet.

She’s boneless as I turn her onto her side and tuck her against me.

Then, I reach down for her covers and pull them over us. She’s still shy about her body. My goal in life will be getting her over that. She’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. She should be confident in that, especially around me.

For now, I’ll cover her up because it makes her more comfortable. That’s all I care about. She places her hands on my chest, leaning into me to kiss my neck.

All I’m currently wearing is a pair of basketball shorts. Her touch feels fucking amazing.

One of her hands moves down to the waistband of my shorts, her skin so hot against mine. This dance, her exploration of my body, is one we’ve done a lot recently.

She’s comfortable with being topless around me now, as long as the lights are off. She’s also gotten used to touching me, having touched almost every inch of my upper body. This is the closest her hands have come to touching my dick. Making her come already has me harder than I’ve been in a long time. Her hand being so close makes my cock jump.

Not wanting to spook her, I lie perfectly still. Hell, I’m even holding my breath. I want her to touch me, but she has to be the one to initiate it.

“Can I?” She asks.

“Yeah, baby,” I exhale.

Her hand doesn’t go into my shorts, which is no surprise. Instead, her fingertips ghost over my shorts so softly I wonder if I only imagined her touch.

My cock strains towards her. Her fingertips move over me again, this time, there is no doubt of her touch. Pinching my eyes shut, I resist the urge to cover her hand with mine.

“Am I hurting you?”

Popping one eye open I see her eyes on my face. “No, baby.”

Her forehead creases. “You look like you’re in pain.”

Biting back a smile, I dip my head so I can kiss her. “Maybe that’s because it’s a good kind of pain, because it hurts so good I can already imagine what it will feel like when there’s nothing between us. Maybe it’s because I am so turned on by the fact that you’re touching me that I might come in my shorts.”

Her eyes widen. “Yeah?”

I kiss her again, pushing my tongue into her mouth; I press her onto her back and cover her. Her gorgeous tits are pressed against my chest and her hand is still on my dick. Now, because of our roll, her hand is holding my length.

Pumping my hips, I growl against her mouth when her hand tightens around me.

Not wanting to overwhelm her, I ask, “Is this too much?”

“More,” she replies. “I want more.”

Fuck me.

My dick twitches and she begins to stroke me as I thrust into her hand. Reaching between us, my hand moves next to hers and I start to massage her clit.

She whimpers against my mouth. God, she has no idea how fucking sexy she is. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to make her come again, but I’m sure as fuck gonna try.

It’ll be a miracle if I get her off before I come, though. This week, each night getting to touch more of her as she opens herself up to me has had me so turned on. That and the fact that I got to make her come tonight means I’m a live wire ready to blow.

Moving my lips from her mouth, I trail down the side of her neck. “You feel so fucking good.”

She arches against me and I move my mouth lower, pulling one of her nipples between my teeth.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she gasps.

Fuck, I want her to come on my tongue.

I move lower, kissing my way across her stomach. “Baby, I want to taste you so badly. You want that?”

She lifts her hips, surprising me. “Please.”

Fuck yeah.

Pushing the covers back, I settle myself between her legs. Sliding both of my hands under her ass I scoop her up, lifting her to my mouth. Holding her there, I look at her pretty pink pussy.

She’s shaved, all but a sexy little triangle of hair above her clit. Nuzzling my face against her skin, I kiss her inner thighs, grinning at the little goose bumps that scatter across her skin.

Then I settle in and eat her. I’m too turned on to tease her, and she tastes so fucking good. Licking, sucking, nibbling, I do it all, back and forth from her pussy to her clit and back.

She reaches her hands up to grip the sheets on either side of her head while I make love to her with my mouth. Her chest heaves up and down with her gasps for air.

She’s breaking apart in my arms and I can’t look away. Settling my mouth on her clit, I shift one of my hands out from under her so I can slide two fingers inside her.

Her mouth drops open and she covers her face with her hands as she comes, her body tightening around my fingers for the second time tonight. Not moving away, I continue to pump them in and out of her as my tongue strokes her clit.

Her legs start to shake and I slowly lower her ass back to the bed, leaving my fingers inside her. She shifts her hands, spreading her fingers to peek at me through them.

Slowly, I pull my fingers from her. Keeping my eyes on her, I do what I wanted to do earlier and suck her juices from them.

Her eyes widen behind her hands and I grin, crawling my way up her body. When I’m over her, I tug her hands away, one by one and wrap them around my neck.

Nuzzling my face into her neck, I whisper in her ear, “Like that?”

“Uh huh,” she breathes. Then she pauses and says, “Did you?”

Leaning back until our eyes lock, I reply, “So much. I might become addicted to the way you taste and have to eat you every chance I get.”

She shivers under me.

“Fuck,” I groan. “You do shit like that and I want to eat you all over again.”

She presses her lips together and I laugh at the lust in her eyes. Easing off her, I ignore my hard-on and grab her robe.

Passing it to her, I say, “If we don’t get out of bed now we’re never going to meet up with Reilly.”

Kacey presses her robe to her chest and lifts her head to look at her alarm clock. Then she sits up, hurriedly pushing her arms through the sleeves and wrapping it around herself.

“I can’t believe it’s this late,” she exclaims, slipping off the bed.

Snagging her once she’s close to me, I pull her against me and take her mouth. “Time flies when you’re having fun.”

She doesn’t fight me or pull away. Nope, she sighs against me and parts her lips. Fuck, now I don’t even want to leave and I’m the one who reminded her.

“You are trouble,” I say, pulling away.

She gives me a look that says, “who me?” And heads for her closet. I just change into what I wore before we started playing, jeans and a Henley.

She comes out of her closet trying to shatter my self-control with the dress she has on.

I drag my hand over my face and mutter, “Fuck me.”

She presses her lips together before she does a slow spin. “Do you like it?”

“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”

She ignores my question and heads to her dresser. I watch, transfixed as she steps into a pair of fresh panties, black ones, just like her dress.

She then goes back to the closet, nabs a pair of knee high black boots. Unable to take my eyes off her, I lower myself onto the armchair that sits in one corner of her room. She bends at the waist, slipping her foot into one boot and slowly dragging its zipper up before repeating the process with her other boot.

From where I’m sitting, and the angle she’s bent at, I can see straight down the top of her dress.

Shocked, I ask, “No bra?”

She straightens and fiddles with the neckline of her top. It’s ties at the back of her neck and is loose but covers her when she’s not bent over.

“Do you think I need one?” She asks.

Standing, I make my way over to her and run my hands down her arms. “You’re so beautiful. Every guy there is going to want you. Good thing you’re very taken.”

Her smile is so bright all I can do is stare down at her. How she was single when Heath asked her to marry him, I’ll never understand.

“Let’s go,” I say, taking her hand.

She grabs a jacket and her purse before we leave. We take my truck. It’s old and ugly but Kacey doesn’t care about superficial shit like that.

Reilly is waiting for us at a Mexican place called Aho Jose’s. She’s already digging into some chips and guac and working on a margarita when we get there.

“You guys are late so I started without you,” she complains, half-standing to kiss Kacey’s cheek before lifting her chin at me.

My little sister is a nut.

Kacey looks at the otherwise empty booth. “Where’s Tom?”

Tonight we were supposed to meet some guy Reilly was seeing.

Reilly pops a guac covered chip into her mouth and talks around it. “Turns out Tom is married.”

“What?” Kacey gasps.

Reilly nods, “With kids.”

“What a jerk,” Kacey snaps.

“He didn’t tell you?” I ask, getting pissed.

She cocks her head to the side, total attitude. “You think I’d knowingly go out with a married guy?”

I lift both my hands to placate her. “You’re right. Want me to go kick his ass?”

She inhales then lets out a swoosh of air. “Maybe. I’ll need at least three more drinks because I’m too sober to make up my mind right now.”

Kacey sits, sliding across the seat to make room for me.

While I sit, she asks, “How did you find out he was married?”

“I Facebook stalked him. Did he think I was an idiot? I’m a motherfucking investigative reporter.”

Deciding now is not the time to point out the stuff she reports on is if bingo night at the Baptist church is being moved to another night or not, I nod in agreement.

“Jake and Heath excluded,” Kacey starts. “Why are guys such jerks?”

Reilly takes another drink of her margarita before replying, “Oh, Heath might be a jerk too.”

Kacey gasps and presses her hand to her chest. “No.”

Reilly nods but doesn’t say anything because our server comes over. This is the only good Mexican place in town so we all have the menu memorized.

Once the server is gone I ask, “What’s up with Heath?”