By the time the fireworks start going off, I’m already inside Kailey, pounding her against the barn wall. Her legs wrapped up around me and my shorts around my ankles and her panties slid to the side. Yeah, I’ve done this before, but it never felt like it does now. With every moan and tight grip from Kailey, I’m closer. Although I love it when we take it slow, there’s something to be said for raw, unleashed fucking, which is exactly what this is.
After we both come down, we smile coyly at each other, a secret shared between us. She pulls her shorts up and I reluctantly button them for her. “This doesn’t mean you’re off the hook for tonight,” I say.
“I would hope not. You made promises by that bonfire, I intend to make you keep,” she reminds me, and I rack my brain for what I said. Seeing my face, she clues me in. “How many times can you fuck me in an hour?” Crap, I’m already hard as stone again.
Chapter 22
Kailey
Things have been beyond good with Trey and me. He’s back to sleeping over almost every night. He gives Aunt Holly and Uncle Clyde nights off when I’m in school. We’ve made a schedule that hasn’t been extremely hard to keep. My stomach gets all fluttery every time I come home to him sprawled on the couch watching television, and the kids are fast asleep. The sigh that escapes his lips as I slide next to him and wedge myself between him and couch, shows me he’s at peace we’re together.
Chloe’s nightmares have subsided to occasional. We still haven’t done anything with Jen and Caden’s room, but Aunt Holly told me she wants it cleared out before she leaves, which is in two weeks. I know she sees it as a step that has to be made, but they’ve only been gone for six weeks.
Aunt Holly and Uncle Clyde said it’s their turn to watch the kids, while we get away tonight. There was no way I could refuse. We haven’t seen our friends except for the times they come over, and we order pizza. One night we all went to Showtime Pizza Palace, and the guys had some skee ball contest which had the attendant coming over to stop them due to the long line of kids waiting for their turn. The fear that filled Jessa and Grant’s eyes made me think it was a bad idea to expose them to the insane surroundings of unruly kids so early.
I instructed Trey he had to go home, shower, and get ready. He would ring the doorbell and pick me up just like a date. Chuckling as he walked out the door, I knew I’d have flowers too. I grab a pink sundress from my closet and curl my hair in tight waves that will most likely dissipate the second I walk out into the humidity filled air. My make-up is done perfectly. I have to say, I look pretty damn hot.
When I step into the kitchen, the kids are all eating sundaes, and Aunt Holly’s putting everything away. Uncle Clyde relaxes on the couch. I really need to take them out to dinner before they leave for a big thank you. There’s no way I would have gotten along without them.
“Aunt Kailey, you look beautiful,” Chloe says, and I smile down at her.
“Thank you,” I tell her.
Sitting in the chair between her and Tara to wait for Trey, the apprehension about leaving them washes over me. As though feeling it, Aunt Holly chimes in, “Trey will be drooling as much as Drew,” she laughs, swiping Drew’s mouth for most likely the twentieth time today.
Before I can answer, the doorbell rings. From the small window, I catch Trey’s tattooed arm. Chloe beats me to the door and swings it open. “Hi, Trey,” she exclaims, and he picks her up, kissing her on the cheek.
“Hey C-lo, your aunt—,” he stops and stares at me. That familiar look of desire and lust roams up and down my body as he bites his lower lip. He had to take out his piercings last week, since Drew wouldn’t stop tugging them. Hopefully, it’s only temporary, but like usual Trey took it all in stride. “Your aunt is gorgeous,” he finishes.
“Yes she is,” Chloe agrees, beaming as bright as I most likely am.
“Shall we?” he asks, and I nod, walking toward him.
“See you, C-lo, take care of the family,” Trey tells her, giving her a hug and kiss.
“It’s all under control,” she tells him, and we laugh.
“Jesus, Kailey, I’m dying,” he says, opening his door.
“We can skip dinner,” I say, pushing my body against his.
“If you keep doing that, we will.”
We don’t skip dinner. We go to the fanciest restaurant in Western. Trey holds doors open, pulls out my chair, and offers his arm everywhere we go. A true gentleman all the way from the beginning through the end of the date.
He pulls his car up to the house, and I see Rob in the garage working on his car. Trey gives him a small hello as we enter through the back door. Brady and Sadie are arguing about wedding details—again. Dex is nowhere to be found, as usual. After a quick hello, we retreat to his bedroom.
“Now for the real fun,” he whispers in my ear, backing me up to the bed.
He gives me a gentle push, and I fall into the bed, causing my dress to hitch up. “You have to be shitting me? The whole night?”
I nod and bite the inside of my cheek. “Fuck being a gentleman. Next time, I’ll have to go exploring.” His hands graze across my legs, inching further and further with every second. I swear I’m already wetter than I’ve ever been.
“Explore me now,” I invite him to me, and he doesn’t wait before his fingers are circling my clit. Rubbing his finger up and down between my folds, the sounds of my wetness echoes throughout the room, only making my desires stronger.
“I’m going to promise you right now; the second time, we’ll go slower,” he says, and I giggle wanting nothing more than to have him in me. When you sleep under the same roof as three kids, sex is pretty tame, quick and quiet most of the time.
“Turn on the radio,” I tell him, and he smirks figuring out exactly why.
“Why, baby, you feeling a little freaky tonight?” he asks me, then when “Criminal” by Fiona Apple starts up, he saunters over to me.
“We’ll see if you can bring it out.” I tease, and he takes the bait, tearing my dress off me in one fluid motion. I hurry and get on my knees to unbutton his pants, and they fall to the floor. Taking both my hands, I cup the edge of his button-down shirt and tear it open. The sounds of busted buttons hitting the dresser and falling to the floor ricochets through the room.
After I have him completely naked, he grabs a fistful of hair and pulls my head down. His mouth crashes against mine, his tongue piercing tickles my lips. I open immediately, thrusting right back. Our mouths more open than closed; our tongues take turns in each other’s mouths.
Gently tugging, he guides me to my feet. I stand on his bed, my pussy in his face. His tongue darts into my fold, and his hand reaches behind my ass to keep me in place. I buck forward when his fingers insert into to my wetness. He just groans and continues tasting me. Completely caught off guard, he grabs my feet, and I fall onto the bed in a fit of giggles.
“We don’t have long,” he tells me. “I haven’t even cherished these tits,” he grabs a hold of each one, massaging and tweaking. “So, you’re going to be on top,” he instructs, and I automatically return the favor of sucking him into my mouth.
Scooting over, I lay over his cock and encase my lips over the hardness. His hand ventures to the back to my hair, pushing me into his body. Just hearing the groans and obscenities escaping his mouth has me practically orgasming. “We’ll be revisiting that another time,” he says, pulling me back up to him.
I swing my legs over his body, inserting his dick between my folds. The wetness allows him to slide right in. He smacks my ass, and I buck rubbing my clit against his pelvic bone. His hands find my breasts, and he raises up to lick and suck my nipples. “You’re so perfect,” he tells me, and I arch my back, placing my hands on his thighs behind me. “Just like that, ride me baby,” he instructs me. I quicken my pace, bouncing up and down while pushing forward. “Shit, Kailey!” He holds my hips and starts raising his ass to reach deeper inside of me.