When I spring the door open, Kailey’s head is in her hands. Getting down on my knees, I place my hands on the outside of her thighs, hoping she’ll talk to me. “I’m sorry,” I tenderly apologize.
Her head springs up and anger floods her eyes. “What exactly are you sorry for?”
“That you had to hear that, for who I was before I met you, for the fact that Nate is trying to get you back. Although, don’t worry, I’ll handle that.” I ramble every possible thing I can think of. Not that I don’t regret it all, I do.
“Was she your fuck buddy?” she asks, staring up at me through her dark eyelashes.
I sigh. “Yeah,” I admit, and she takes a deep breath.
“That’s what I thought. You do know she wants more,” she informs me, but allows me to take her hands.
I entwine our fingers. God, her warmth feels good right now. “Maybe, but she’s not getting it.” I use my hand and raise her chin, so she can look me right in the eye like she usually does. “I only want and need one person—you.” A small smile begins to claim her lips, and I’ve never been more relieved. “Please, know, I don’t want her, baby. I don’t want anyone else. Just you.” I gently push her back on the bed. “You’re the one I love. You’re the one I see my future with.” My lips travel up her neck as my knees nudge her legs apart. “Do you believe me?” I whisper, and she nods her head. “Tell me, Kailey,” I beg.
“I love you, Trey,” she whispers back and hearing those three words escape her mouth, all my self-control flies out the window. Not caring about the house full of people or that someone could walk in on us at any time, there’s no way I’m leaving her body even for the minute to take care of the task of locking the door. I pull my shirt over my head and her hands splay across my chest.
Our lips meet and frantically delve into one another’s. Teeth knock, lips bitten. You would never guess we just had sex less than twenty-four hours ago with the way we strip not only each other’s but our own clothes off our bodies with pure lust that fills the four walls. I can’t get enough of her. “Fuck me, Trey,” she requests, and I need to be inside of her so damn bad.
I rip her soaked satin pink panties from her body and toss them to the floor while she leans forward and twists her arms behind her to unclasp her bra. Her breast spring out with pebbled nipples. My hands don’t let me think twice before they’re over the small mounds of flesh, rolling the pink nubs through my fingers. She slides her big toes into my boxers and pushes them down my legs. As I step out of them, I open the drawer and grab a condom. Wishing like hell she would do it with her mouth again, but not wanting to waste any time, I tear open the foil and roll it over my hard cock. “Hurry,” she breathes, and I don’t waste time getting between her soft silky legs, thrusting in immediately. Her moan confirms that’s exactly what she wanted.
Instead of the usual gentleness I do with her, I lunge in and out, driving deeper with every thrust. God, she’s so fucking warm and wet. It’s a perfect fit for my dick as her folds encase me, like a warm sweater on the coldest of winter nights. Her legs wrap around my hips, and her nails dig in my shoulders, pushing me faster and harder. Her eagerness makes me that much hotter and harder. Our lips suck and lick each other’s neck and shoulders. Then her moans turn to wails, and she’s begging me not to stop. Not like I would. When her teeth sink into my flesh, and she tightens around my cock, I’m done. The come bolts out of my cock at record pace, I collapse on top of her, and she holds me in her arms.
That’s the difference between fucking a one-time girl and fucking your girlfriend; I would have already been up and out the door by now, but with Kailey it’s different. She can tell me to fuck her, and I can throw her around like a rag doll, but as soon as it’s over, we’re back to the love. “You’re amazing,” I say, and she just continues to catch her breath in the sweet comfort of our embrace.
Kailey and I don’t rush to go back downstairs, knowing the party will still be there in an hour or so. We cozy up under the blankets, and I hold her close to my chest. “Congratulations, graduate,” she softly says with her fingers tracing over the drum set tattoo on my chest. “How does it feel?” she asks.
“Fucking amazing.” I mindlessly rub my own hand back and forth down her bare arm.
“I’ll have to experience it through you.” Her voice lowers.
“Hey,” I nudge her head up so she can see me, “you’ll graduate, Kailey. We’ll make it work.” I have no doubt we will. It might be hard after Jen...but I won’t let her not finish her degree.
“We’ll see,” she says, shrugging her shoulders like there’s no way it will happen. “Are you excited?”
“Of course. Not to make you feel bad, but no more tests or early classes.” Not that I’ll be far removed from it.
“When do you leave?” she questions, and I feel wetness against my chest. Is she crying?
“Leave for where?” I sit up a little, so she has no choice but to reveal her face. When she does, she has long lines of mascara down each cheek. How did I not realize she’s been crying this whole time?
“Cincinnati.”
“Why would I be in Cincinnati?” I feel like we’re playing some twisted game again.
“The job, isn’t that what Dean Girardo was talking to you about at the ceremony?”
“Kailey,” I curtly spout, a little angered that she would assume I’d make a decision that major without consulting her. “He offered me a job. Here, at Western.” I had plans to make a big deal of it. Take her to a nice dinner, have a real date for once. Rest her mind that’s been worried about me leaving and watch her face light up knowing I’d be here for at least a year, until she graduated.
“What? You can’t teach—,” she says, her voice rising back up to the normal level, if not a little excited as well.
“They’re building that new fitness center. They need architects, and he asked me to accompany the team. All the senior graduates had to do a blueprint for our last assignment. Mine got accepted—well, parts of it did. It’ll be a mixture of a lot designs submitted. I’ll work under him as a paid intern and gain the experience.”
She immediately straddles me and places her hands on my face. “So, you’re staying? You’ll be here for a while?” she questions.
“At least another year, long enough to get you graduated, then we can find somewhere to go together, or stay here,” I admit with a shrug, as though her reaction is exactly what I pictured. There’s no way, I’m going anywhere without her.
“Oh, Trey,” she exclaims. She bends down and wraps her arms around my neck tightly. “I thought you were leaving.” She pushes back from me, leaving our faces right in front of each other. “Not that I would have stopped you. I’ll never hold you back,” she says. I pull her into me, ignoring her disclosure.
We enjoy the moment of peace and quiet a little longer before we venture downstairs to join the party. By the time we escape the bedroom, all the parents are gone and Jen and Caden have left, leaving our usual crowd. I sit in a chair with Kailey on my lap. Looking around the table, I’m amazed eyeing each one of my buddies in a similar position as me. Sadie is nuzzling into Brady, Jessa is searching the cabinets while Grant’s chin rests on her shoulder and well...Dex. Dex and Sam currently have their tongues down each other’s throats. What a change just from last year when we were all single. Usually these parties entailed us sitting around playing cards and drinking until the sun came up.
“You guys have nothing to eat,” Jessa angrily says, slamming the cabinet. “I’m starving,” she whines, and Grant starts searching for her. When she flings the freezer open, her hands can’t grab the ice cream fast enough. Taking a spoon out of the drawer and nudging it with her hip to shut it, she grabs the chocolate sauce from the fridge and plops down at the table. She pops open the carton and pours an inch of chocolate gooeyness over it before her spoon digs in. A huge heaping of ice cream rests in front of her face while we all stare in awe her way. “What? Did you guys want some?” she asks before her mouth covers the whole spoon, and she slides the ice cream off of it.