First Love (Winning at Love Book 2)

by Gillian Jones

  I respond immediately, hoping she’s still by her phone.

  Me: Hell no. It is NOT okay. Don’t test me, baby. There is no more forgetting. Keep it up and I will fly to Cancun for you, and I won’t care if my sister finds out, either.

  Her reply comes immediately, making me happy I’ll get a few words with her right now.

  Kami: Maybe that’s what I’m working towards. I miss you. I can’t wait to come home. But shh, don’t tell East.

  Me: Whatever, I’m sure she’s telling Coy the same thing. We’re at trivia and he’s being sulky. East called, but she got me by accident, not Coy.

  Kami: I know I heard your voice. Made me sad. I want to come

  Me: Fuck, Kam, you can’t say that all the way from Cancun!

  Kami: LOL sry dropped my phone. Home. Come home…well…

  Holy hell, do I love this woman.

  Me: Go sleep it off, baby. Text me tomorrow.

  Kami: If I tell you I love you from Cancun, does it count?

  Kami: Wait, forget it. Keaton Hatfield!!! Unsee this!!!!!

  Kami: Voldemort!! SOS!!!!! Pretend this never happened.

  I burst out laughing just as Jenn announces it’s time for the next round to begin. Not wanting to leave Kami hanging after such a powerful admission—and retraction attempt—I tap out a quick reply.

  Me: Yes, it abso-fuckin-lutely does count. Just like it matters if I say it back from Canada!

  I decide to leave her hanging a bit, a little twisted form of punishment. Not because she wore her black bikini, but because she left me for a whole week and I miss the hell out of her. And of course, because I’m a shit like that.

  “Everything okay in paradise, Pumpkin?” McCoy asks, as I reach the table, slipping my phone in my pocket after reprogramming Kam’s contact name, that he’d changed to mess with me, from “Kamilla, My Love” back to “Hellcat”.

  I cuff Coy on the side of his head, taking my seat. “Fuck with my Contacts again, and I’ll change my sister’s name to “Turdblossom” in yours and tell her you did it,” I say, referring to the horrible nickname we’d given my sister after a certain washroom incident when we were young.

  “She’d kill me,” he chuckles.

  “Clearly my end goal.” I give him a “Don’t mess with me” look.

  “What say we call a phone truce? I’ll leave yours alone if you leave mine?” he asks.

  “Thought you’d see it my way.”

  44

  Time to Ditch the Bra and Ride the Coaster

  Kami

  “You can do this,” I say, giving myself a pep talk while parked at the foot of Keat’s driveway. “It’s going to work out. You know he cares. He’s not going to turn you away. Worst case, you out yourself and he’s not ready.”

  Since I got back from Cancun, things between Keaton and I have gone from good to incredible. Keaton’s gone out of his way to prove I am indeed not only more than just a friend, but a priority, and an important one. How I ever doubted my position in Keaton’s life is beyond me. I’d let myself become consumed with worry that I wasn’t important to him, when all my life that’s what he’s shown me over and over again.

  From coming shopping with my mom and me to ensure I had proper running shoes all those years ago, to the winter masquerade ball in tenth grade, when Mason Walker ditched me last minute and Keat stepped in, a la Ross Geller, to be my date. And he’d been perfect. He spent the whole night twirling me on the dance floor, and telling me how beautiful I was. Then there was my nineteenth birthday when I drank too much and spent the night bowing down to the porcelain god. It was Keat who held my hair and refused to leave my side. There was the name plate he had made for my desk when I graduated teacher’s college, to just the other night when he surprised me with tickets to see The Rocky Horror Picture Show in Toronto next month.

  “Now it’s your turn to let him know that he’s just as important—just as special. Get out of the car, Kami,” I tell myself, trying to steel my nerves to open the door already.

  Ping!

  Ping!

  My stomach dips. It’s Keaton.

  Keaton: You going to sit out there all night, Hellcat?

  Keaton: I promise the view is better inside with me.

  I grin knowing I can use this to my advantage.

  Me: I’m sure it is. Was just thinking.

  Keaton: About?

  Me: You.

  Keaton: Me?

  Me: Uh-huh…

  Keaton: Good stuff?

  Me: Stupid stuff.

  Keaton: Yeah?

  Me: Oh yeah. Very stupid.

  Keaton: Kamilla.

  Me: What?

  Keaton: You can’t do that to me.

  Me: What if I want you to do it to me?

  I give an evil smile, then add:

  Me: What if I want us to do stupid stuff to each other, only I’m not so sure that what I want us to do would be so stupid? I think it might be special.

  My body starts to shake with anticipation. I’ve put myself out there, and now I wait to see what Keaton has to say.

  Crrrrrreeeeeeak!

  My driver’s side door suddenly opens. I startle, then relax instantly, when Keaton’s strong frame and scent takes up the small space. His arm is across my chest, hand working to unclick my seatbelt, before his heated gaze locks on my face. He drops his forehead to mine. He places a gentle kiss on my cheek then speaks, his voice gravelly. “I’m gonna need you to get out of the car, Kam. Immediately.”

  I nod. And do what he asks.

  Keaton closes the door and he’s on me. My back hits the side of my car, his hands grip the back of my hair, and tilt my face to meet his. He pulls me in tighter and tighter as his lips cover mine, my body melting into his, our lips fitting perfectly together like two puzzle pieces. After what feels like forever, we pull apart, our breaths shaky, panting.

  “Let’s get you inside.”

  “Nah, let’s get you inside,” I grin, unable to keep a straight face when Keaton mutters, “For Chrissakes, Hellcat, you’re gonna kill me.” He rests his head against mine again.

  After a beat, I shift off the door, take Keat’s hand in mine, and lead him inside the house.

  45

  Feels Like Heaven

  Keaton

  I have never been so hard in all my life.

  Knowing Kami wants to do stupidly special things with me has my heart thumping erratically in my chest.

  Standing in the middle of my bedroom, mere steps apart, we stare. The lust, the trust, and the desire we both feel reflect in our eyes.

  “C’mere,” I say, pulling her in close. She comes willingly, and wraps her arms around my neck as I grip her hips and pull her body flush with mine, letting her feel exactly what she does to me.

  Nuzzling into her neck, I whisper, “I’m so happy you decided to finally come in,” before taking her bottom lip between my teeth and resting my hands on her firm ass.

  “Me too.” Her voice catches as I grab her butt cheeks, moving her just so, making her pussy rub along the front of my basketball shorts.

  “I’ve wanted you for so fucking long, Kamilla. You make me crazy,” I say, running my lips over the side of her face, inhaling her. “You gonna go lie down on the bed and let me taste your sweet pussy?”

  “Mmmmm,” is all she says, and I begin walking her backwards.

  “Arms,” I demand, and without hesitation Kami complies. I lift her yellow T-shirt up and over her head. Her gorgeous tits bounce and I grip them in both my hands, squeezing and bringing my face in between them. “Fucking perfection,” I say, as Kam reaches around and undoes the clasp, allowing the pink satin straps to fall down past her shoulders, giving us both access to what we like: her tits in my mouth. I remove the bra instantly, tossing it aside. I lower my head in line with her nipples and dart my tongue out, licking, sucking, and nipping at each budded and pierced tip. I’m grunting and humming as I lap at and tug on her perfect tits. I can feel her watching me. Looking up, I ca
tch her eyes on me, her pupils dilated, and it’s erotic as fuck. Pushing her down on the edge of the bed, I immediately rid her of her pants.

  “Fuck, baby. You drive me wild,” I say, lowering myself to my knees in perfect alignment with the one place I can’t wait to touch. Looking up, her hazel eyes are ablaze, a whiskey-coloured hue I could lose myself in. I spread her legs open, then run my hands along her long, toned, smooth thighs, making her breath catch and her body shiver. “Relax, Kam. I’m going to make you feel so good.” I dip my hands under her, grabbing the tight globes of her ass, and shift her to the edge of the bed, right to where I want her.

  She licks her lips, and I almost shoot my load right there.

  “Shit, you’re such a minx.”

  “Touch me already, Keat. Please.” It’s a whisper, but one I hear loud and clear. Gripping my cock to try and calm him the fuck down, I lean up on my haunches and take her pert nipples into my mouth once more before moving in to steal another kiss. Knowing she’s more than ready for me, I draw it out all a little, all the same. I run my nose across the swell of her chest and down along her taut stomach before settling back down on my knees in between her legs. “You smell like heaven. I bet you taste like it, too.” I move my face against the pink satin of her panties and inhale deeply, running my nose up and down her slit.

  “Jesus, Keat.” Kami tries to close me out and I tsk, pushing her knees further apart.

  “Lay back. Watch me, Hellcat. I’m about to make you purr,” I say, sliding her panties down and off her legs, tossing them beside me. “Now, spread your legs for me, Kam.”

  “Hell, yes! About time,” Kami says, her voice raspy.

  She arches off the bed at the first pass of my tongue over her pussy lips, her hands immediately grasping my hair, her legs closing me in like a Venus Flytrap. I laugh, because I haven’t even gotten started yet. I slide my tongue up and down her folds, feeling the heat of her, before slowly taking her clit into my mouth. I gently tug, then swirl my tongue all around, making her moan and buck beneath me.

  “Fucking edible,” I say, looking up and finding her watching me, one hand still in my hair and the other pulling on her tit. “That’s it, Kam, show me how you make yourself feel good,” I grit, my dick so fucking hard it hurts. I continue lapping and swirling my tongue in and around her gorgeous cunt.

  Running my hands lightly up the insides of her legs, I push a finger into the warmth of her pussy. Kam lets out a squeal of pleasure and her hips start to move, as she starts to ride both my finger and my face.

  “Goddamn, you’re so tight, dripping. I can’t wait to sink my cock into you, baby,” I groan, pushing in a second finger and giving her the more I know she’s chasing. I pick up the pace, my tongue and fingers working in unison to make her moan and call out my name as she tugs on the back of my hair, her hand holding me in place, just where she needs me. Her hips start to move up and down as she fucks my face, both of us working to push her off the edge. Her body convulses, and a deep moan sounds from deep in the back of her throat. She’s chanting my name, squeezing my head with her legs—still trapping me—while coming over and over on my face. And I cannot get enough.

  “Ohhhhhh god, Keatooooonnn!”

  Her body goes lax, and she releases my head, still panting. She gives me the most satisfied smile I’ve even seen, and I fall even more in love with her than before.

  Kami Sutherland is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my whole life.

  46

  The Ties That Bind Us

  Kami

  “I need to be inside you,” Keaton growls, swiping his arm across his mouth, making me blush.

  I need to tell him I’m a virgin. Even though I’m pretty sure he knows, he deserves to hear it from me. I just can’t seem to find the words. I’m too caught up in him, in us, that this is finally happening.

  Keaton pulls his black Nike shirt over his head—in the same sexy way I imagine all bad boys do—and tosses it aside, effectively ridding me of my virginity thoughts. Eyes on mine, he stands at the foot of the bed, a silent challenge lying within those intense pools of emerald green. As he runs his hand down his strong neck then slides it over his smooth, hard pecs, my eyes follow in a slow, appreciative perusal. A whimper escapes as I follow the path of his hand as it dips and dives over the ridges of his well-defined abs. I feel myself start to salivate, my eyes tracking his gestures with rapt fascination, as his hand reaches its final destination. Keaton grips his hard length and gives it an exaggerated squeeze over the material of his sports shorts.

  “You’re incredible,” I say, my voice cracking, as I scoot onto my knees in front of him at the edge of the bed. “Drop the shorts, Hatfield. I want to touch you,” I blurt, making his eyes flare.

  “Jesus, you’re my dream girl.”

  “Lay down on the bed, Keaton.”

  I shift, rubbing my legs together, needing the friction as I feel my own desire ratcheting back to life when Keaton does what I ask. As he rests his back against the headboard, I look at him and smile. Not only has Keaton Hatfield stolen my heart, he’s stolen my breath.

  Crawling on all fours, I move between his open legs. I run my hands up his inner thighs, feeling a surge of power when he releases a groan as my hand slides along his rigidness. He’s soft, both so smooth and so damn hard under my touch. His cock is long and thick, with a light smattering of hair that’s trim and tidy. I find myself licking my lips at the sight.

  “Kami,” he hisses, and I wink.

  “Lay back. Keep your legs spread and watch me, Keat. I’m about to make you come,” I say, repeating a modified version of his words from earlier.

  “Fuck, yes, please.” I take him in hand and run my mouth along his length, feeling the bulging veins under my tongue as he hardens even more, and swirl my tongue over him when I reach his tip. His legs jolt and his chest heaves as I amp up my attack. I lift his cock off his stomach then cover it with my mouth, taking him in as deep as I can. I bob my head up and down, taking him in and out, over and over again. Keaton grips my hair, then brushes it aside to get a better view. Our eyes catch and hold, and I take him all the way, my nose brushing his stomach. “Yes, Kami. Shit, baby. You suck me so goddamn good,” Keaton groans.

  Suddenly, he pulls me up to straddle him, his hands still tangled in my hair. He pulls me down, his mouth enveloping mine, our tongues crashing, and we’re a frantic mess of lust, love, and want.

  “I have to get inside you, Kamilla, please,” he whispers like it’s a prayer, kissing the shell of my ear.

  I nod. Then I take a deep breath and find the words I need him to hear.

  “Keat, I’m a virgin,” I say, almost inaudibly, feeling my cheeks heat with embarrassment at first, followed by an immediate sense of relief. I brace myself, hoping it isn’t a big deal like I’ve been worrying it might be.

  Keaton’s eyes flare as they bore into mine. He places a gentle kiss on my lips, and I can feel him smiling against me. With his hands still firmly planted on the globes of my ass, he gives them a squeeze, and begins to speak over my lips. “I was hoping. The selfish bastard that lives inside me was hoping. God, you cannot begin to know what that means. I want to pound my fucking chest in victory like the asshole I am, that you’re willing to give me this, Kamilla. That you waited for me.” He moves his hands to cup my face.

  “A part of me thinks I did wait for you, Keat. My heart knows I did.” I kiss his neck where I’m nuzzling, still feeling a bit shy.

  “I’ve wanted you for so long,” he says, and asks me to look at him. “So long, Kamilla. I was just too stupid to know if I deserved you or not.” His voice is gravelly, and he rubs his nose against mine. I can feel him, still hard beneath me as our chests touch—the contact on my barbells inciting a riot inside me.

  I’m ready. I’m beyond ready. My pulse hammers in my throat, and I feel a surge of lust coursing through my entire body. It’s his words, his touch, it’s everything that he is, it’s what affects me like no one e
lse ever has or ever will. Plain and simple, it’s him.

  “I’ve wanted you just as long, maybe longer,” I say, looking into his eyes, my hands resting on his chest. I can’t help starting to move my hips ever-so-slowly forwards and backwards across his rigid length, the motion causing so much pleasure my breath catches. I moan as my pussy continues to glide over his slippery cock. I can feel the veins and the bulging head that I know holds the promise of pleasures to come.

  “I can hear how wet you are for me,” he growls, and his eyes dip down to where our bodies are so close to being joined.

  “God, this feels so good.” I tilt my head back and continue to slide my hips back and forth. Keaton leans up and starts licking my neck, running his mouth along it and down, taking one nipple into his mouth and then the next.

  “I need more, Keat. I want to feel all of you. I need all of you.” I look into his eyes, and find a tenderness unlike anything I’ve ever seen in him before.

  “Condom?” he asks.

  “I’m on the pill. I just want to feel you,” I say, knowing if he’s okay to go without I am, too. I know he’d never jeopardize my safety.

  “Take what you need from me, baby. I’m going to do everything I can to make this good for you. I want you to stay on top like this, to ride me, Kami, so you can control how this goes. I’d die before I ever hurt you. But know this…” he pauses, taking my hands in his, intertwining our fingers before placing them against our chests, “…once we do this, you’re mine. No going back.”

  “It’s all I ever wanted to be,” I say. I lift myself up, take his hardness in my hand and run it along the length of me a few times, coating him with my wetness before I can’t take it anymore. With my eyes locked on Keaton, I work to take him inside me, dropping my weight down slowly and easing him in inch by delicious inch.

  “You’re so fucking tight.” He rests his hands on my waist, supporting me when I start to tremble. “That’s it, Kam. Take your time. Don’t be nervous, baby, it’s just you and me.”