My Kinda Kisses

by Lacey Black

  “You feel so fucking good,” he growls as he pistons inside of me and grinds against my swollen clit, hard and unforgiving.

  “Ryan,” I holler as the orgasm sweeps through me, this one just as intense as the first, if not more.

  My body clenches around him as he slams into me a few more times, eagerly riding out the waves of my release. Finally, he follows me over the edge into complete oblivion. My body pulsates, gripping the steel length of his cock, as my name slips repeatedly from his lips. I’ve never heard a sweeter sound before in my life.

  Exhaustion seems to hit us both at the same time as we both fall into a heap of sweaty, tangled limbs. Our mixed breath comes out in harsh pants. My entire body cradles him as if he’s the most priceless thing ever, him still firmly seated within me.

  Shifting his weight, Ryan rains tender kisses across my face. My cheeks, my forehead, my nose, my lips, nothing is left untouched by his lips. With one hand cradling the back of my neck, he slides the other down my arm and links his fingers within mine. In just a few simple gestures, we’re quickly taking the moment from hot and steamy to intimate and cozy.

  “Please stay with me,” he whispers, his breath fanning against my neck.

  “Okay,” I say without giving the meaning or the ramifications of my reply a single thought.

  Because the simple fact of the matter is: I want to stay.

  Here.

  With him.

  And so I do. He excuses himself to take care of the condom while I snuggle against his pillow. It smells so distinctly like him: woodsy, musky, and clean. Manly. The scent lulls me towards sleep.

  I barely register the dipping of the bed, but feel the warm washcloth against my most sensitive area. After only a few seconds, the washcloth is gone and I’m encompassed in strong arms and pulled into the crook of his arm. Ryan’s body is warm and hard, and I’m surprised at how comfortable it really is.

  “Good night, Jaime. I had a great time tonight,” he whispers, running his hand along the side of my head.

  “Me too,” I reply, the honestly and simplicity of the words warming me.

  With my head nestled against his shoulder, my hand resting on his chest, and my leg thrown over his, I drift off to sleep.

  Chapter Ten

  Ryan

  The banging on the front door pulls me from a sex-induced, heavy sleep. It might very well have been the best night of sleep I’ve ever had. Hell, can you even call it sleep? There sure as hell wasn’t too much sleep going on. The images of Jaime splayed beneath me, naked and moaning, was enough to cause my dick to stir to life all over again. Three times I took her throughout the night, and I still haven’t had my fill. In fact, if the tent I’m pitching with the sheet is any indication, it’s safe to say I’m ready to go another three rounds with the lovely Jaime Summer.

  Right now, however, I’m in need of getting rid of my insistent knocker.

  Gingerly, I slip out of my bed and grab a pair of running shorts from the dresser. I’m still hard as granite as I take in the sight of Jaime sleeping on my other pillow. Her long, brown hair is a tangled mess and her breathing is still deep and steady. The desire to ignore my guest and climb back into bed with her is great, but I can’t do it. I’m sure the knocker is Mrs. Hanson, who often stops by for morning coffee on the weekend. While I’m not willing to just ignore her, I’m very anxious to get rid of her and return to the woman warming my sheets, so the quicker I get out front and answer the door, the quicker I’ll have Jaime’s long legs wrapped around me. Preferably my neck.

  I don’t bother with the t-shirt. Another loud knock rings out just as I reach the living room door. Fearing that Mrs. H is going to wake up Sleeping Beauty in my bed, I rip the door open with a bit too much force, anxious to get on with the rest of my morning plans.

  The faces I’m greeted with aren’t the ones I expected to see on the other side of my front door. Two of Jaime’s sisters are there, and their eyes are wide with shock and indignation, presumably at my lack of clothing. The shorter, younger sister’s eyes light up with laughter as she giggles. When she runs her eyes up and down my body in an appreciative way, I mentally kick myself for not grabbing that damn shirt. She doesn’t seem the least bit put out by my attire–or lack thereof. Payton, on the other hand, shies her eyes away and blushes a not-so-flattering shade of fuchsia.

  “You must be Ryan,” the sister I don’t know says.

  “I am.”

  “Ryan, this is Alison, or AJ as we all call her. AJ, Ryan Elson.”

  I take AJ’s offered hand and give it a gentle squeeze. Stepping back, I motion for Jaime’s sisters to step inside.

  “Is she here?” AJ asks, the smile never leaving her face.

  “She’s here. She’s sleeping,” I confirm.

  Lexi turns to Payton who is casually browsing my DVD rack. “I knew she’d be here. I’m not the one freaking out.”

  Before I can ask who she is referring to, I hear another car pull up, quickly followed by several doors closing. Stepping back over to the door, I see two women and a man practically running up my front walk. When I open the door, they’re already there, breaching the threshold only a moment later.

  “Did you find her?” The twin sister that I haven’t met yet asks, her panicked face bouncing from AJ to Payton.

  “She’s here,” Payton confirms.

  “Oh, thank God!” another sister says.

  I’m quickly starting to lose track of who is who. Payton must sense my confusion and introduces me to the three newcomers.

  “Ryan, this is the other twin, Abby, as well as Meghan and her boyfriend, Josh.”

  Josh steps forward to shake my hand, careful to keep his eye contact. More giggling ensues, once again reminding me that I’m severely underdressed at this little family gathering.

  “Nice to meet you,” I tell him before giving waves to Meghan and Abby.

  “Sorry it was like this,” Josh says sheepishly.

  “I’m just gonna run…” I point towards my closed bedroom door before rubbing my hand along the back of my neck, “back there and…”

  Before I can finish my sentence, a series of honks pierce the morning sunlight. Stepping back to my front door, I’m not surprised in the least when I see another sister get out of the car, followed very closely by Grandma.

  “I tried to call her,” Meghan says, nodding towards Grandma. “But she didn’t answer.”

  Yet to find out what in the hell is going on, I open the door and let the two newcomers in. Grandma gives me a stern look at first, but then her eyes change into something else as she slowly scrutinizes my exposed body. It’s delight and appreciation and eagerness. It’s slightly unsettling.

  “Young man, is my granddaughter here?” she asks, her eyes still focused down on my shorts.

  “Uh, Jaime? Yes, ma’am.”

  “Oh thank God! I thought she was lying dead in an alley somewhere!” Emma exclaims dramatically.

  “Stop it, Grandma. We all knew exactly where she was.” This from Payton.

  Without acknowledging her granddaughter, Emma grabs her cell phone and dials. Since she put it on speakerphone, we’re all treated to the sound of the phone ringing.

  “Hello?”

  “Orval, good news. You can call off the National Guard. We’ve found her. She’s over fornicating with that handsome construction worker.”

  Now, it takes quite a bit to embarrass me. I don’t blush very easily. But when Jaime’s sisters all gasp or snicker, and every pair of eyes in the room focus on me, I can honestly say I feel my cheeks start to burn.

  “She’s fornicating? Right now?”

  “No, not right now, Orval, but the boy just answered the door practically naked and he’s sporting a hard-on bigger than that maple tree you cut down last winter.”

  Again, all wide, horrified eyes return to me. Or more accurately, on my crotch.

  “Grandma! You can’t say that!” Abby gasps,
humiliated on my behalf.

  “Oh, hush, child. I’m married, not dead.” Then her eyes dart down to my shriveled up manhood. He may never want to come out and play again.

  Dropping my hands to my groin, I take several retreating steps until I feel the wall at my back. Even though I’m not sporting wood, I feel like my junk is on display. You know, one of those exhibits featured at a museum? Everyone just stands there, motionless and gawking.

  “I’ll, uh, be right back. I’ll just go grab Jaime,” I mumble before slipping down the small hall and ducking into my room.

  I slip inside the bedroom, careful to make sure the door is latched and locked properly. I definitely wouldn’t put it past that crazy ol’ lady to barge into my bedroom to have a peek at the goods. What I’m greeted with when I turn around steals the very air I breathe. Like a thief, Jaime Summer has snuck into my life and stolen something from me. Something I didn’t realize I was so anxious to give until this very moment.

  Jaime stands before me wearing my shirt from last night. Her hair is tussled and wild, reminding me all over again of the many ways I spent giving her pleasure throughout the course of our evening. Her lips are slightly swollen and her eyes tired, yet still shining brightly.

  All of a sudden, I’m ready to say screw it and ignore the houseguests anxiously waiting on the opposite side of the door. Screw them (figuratively) and screw her (literally). My dick is fully engaged in this new plan of operation.

  “Is everything alright? I heard voices,” Jaime says as her eyes feast on my exposed chest. The combination of her lustful eyes and her sexy morning voice instantly rouses a possessive growl from my chest.

  Dammit with her family’s shitty timing!

  “Actually, I think you may want to get dressed. We have company.” I say, stepping closer until I feel her body heat against mine.

  “Company?” she asks, snaking her warm arms around my waist.

  “Yeah, apparently you not letting anyone know that you wouldn’t be home last night was cause for a bit of concern amongst the natives.”

  “Concern with the natives? What are you talking about?”

  “Your family is in the living room, and they won’t leave until I provide proof that I didn’t haul you off to my lair and murder you.” I chuckle now, the magnitude of the situation finally settling in.

  “My family?” she whispers, bringing her hand up to her agape mouth. “They’re here? Oh my God.”

  Pulling her into my arms once more, I say, “It’ll be alright. Let’s just head out there and make sure they know I didn’t dismember you and store you in my freezer. Then we can come back in here and hang out. Naked.” I wiggle my eyebrows and offer a cheesy grin.

  Her laughter sends my blood flowing southward and my heart beating faster.

  “I didn’t think I had to check in with them after I decided to stay here last night,” she says sheepishly, pulling away and reaching for her clothes.

  “I imagine once we get this initial incident out of the way, they’ll know you’re with me if you should happen to not come home again.” At least she better be with me, because after last night, I’m sure as hell going to get her in my bed as much as possible.

  “So, there’s going to be another sleepover? You’re awfully confident there, champ,” she sasses.

  “Hell yes, there’s going to be another sleepover. And another after that, and one after that too.”

  Jaime turns a beautiful shade of pink as she blushes from the top of her chest, clear up to her forehead. She tries to hide it by turning her back to me, but I saw it. I also couldn’t miss the way she fought to keep a smile from crossing her sweet lips.

  I dress quickly in the first pair of dark jeans and t-shirt I can find, while Jaime dons last night’s dress. She looked stunning yesterday with her styled hair and makeup, but today, in the morning light with her bedhead and her face makeup-free, she’s gorgeous. She’s simply the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.

  “I can’t believe I’m about to do the walk of shame. With my entire family here. This is so embarrassing,” she mumbles as she attempts to tame her wild locks by finger-combing them. It doesn’t work.

  “At least SWAT isn’t here. Or the National Guard. I heard your grandma tell your grandpa to call them off.”

  “Oh God,” she groans loudly, dropping her head to her chest to hide her face.

  Before I can reassure her, there’s an insistent knock on the bedroom door, followed quickly by the jingling of the doorknob. Thank Christ I locked that thing.

  “Jaime! Now is not the time for a quickie. Your entire family is out here waiting to make sure you’re breathing, and all you’re interested in doing is another quick ride on the bologna pony! You and ‘Oh God’ need to get out here right now!” Emma hollers through the doorway.

  Jaime practically flies across the room and throws the lock. When she opens the door, Emma is standing there with a smirk and eyes full of laughter. “I wasn’t…we weren’t…” she tries to defend to her grandma, but can’t seem to get the words out.

  “Come on, sweetie. Grandpa just pulled up. We’re going for breakfast.” And with that, Emma turns and walks away, leaving a stunned Jaime gaping in the doorway.

  ***

  It’s easy to get lost in the shuffle when you’re seating twelve at a table in the middle of Fran’s Diner in downtown Jupiter Bay. If the restaurant was quiet before we arrived, you wouldn’t know it now that we’re here.

  When Lexi and Chris pulled up, with Grandpa in tow, the entire family convened upon my small living room until she and I were both ready to go. There was no getting out of breakfast since the entire Summer clan was wide awake and had been scouring the town, looking for Jaime at seven in the morning.

  So here we are. I managed to throw on a clean pair of jeans and a t-shirt, while Jaime is sitting next to me, beautifully mussed up and with a slight glow to her face that screams sex. And, hell, if that thought doesn’t make my chest puff out with some sort of male pride. Her bedhead is tamed into a messy bun, she’s make-up free and wearing last night’s dress, all while sitting in the middle of a busy diner, surrounded by Sunday churchgoers and her massive family.

  She’s still the most gorgeous woman in the room.

  I come from a larger family, growing up with three siblings, but I don’t remember it being as noisy as it is with the Summer group all vying to speak over the person sitting next to them. And the laughter. I’ve never seen so many bright smiles and heard so much jovial laughter in my life.

  I like it. A lot.

  “Sorry that this is happening. My family doesn’t quite understand the idea of boundaries. You shouldn’t have been subjected to the early wake-up call or interrogation.” Jaime sets her hand down on my thigh as she speaks, not close enough to be suggestive, but close enough to cause a rise in my pants.

  “Don’t worry about it, beautiful. Your family is great. They care about you a lot,” I remind her, thankful that she has such a big, loving family.

  “Is this your first run-in with the family?” Josh asks on my left side. I’ve visited with him off and on throughout breakfast, and I’ve discovered I like the young banker.

  “Well, as a whole, yes, though I met Emma and Orval last week.”

  Josh must pick up on my facial expression because he laughs quietly, as to not draw attention from the rest of the table. “Oh, I remember my first run-in with them. I’m pretty sure Orval slipped a condom in my coat pocket.”

  “I’d believe it. He asked me about protection that first night, too.”

  “Crazy ol’ man,” Josh mumbles with laughter in his eyes as we both glance across the table where Orval is feeding Emma eggs from his fork.

  The look the oldest member of the family gives his wife is full of love and causes a hitch in my breath. I realize that I want that. Someday? Now? The sooner the better if you ask me, but I’m definitely ready for that all-consuming, powerful love those t
wo have shared for decades.

  And I might want that with Jaime.

  That thought would usually cause me to laugh uncomfortably, but not today. Today, I relish in the idea of becoming something more, something great with her. I feel it in my soul that she’s special, and I plan to take full advantage of discovering the depth of the connection.

  “He’s great,” I tell Josh with a hidden grin.

  “So, Jaime, are you and Ryan, like, dating now?” AJ asks from across the table.

  I feel Jaime tense beside me, her hand clenching my leg where she’s left it resting for the last several minutes.

  “Of course they’re dating, now. A girl doesn’t bed a man like that and then let him slip through her fingers. I mean, look at her! She’s glowing in that post-sex way that I always get with Grandpa.” Gasps are heard on both sides of the table.

  “We’re all so glad to see you out and living your life again, Jaime. Especially with one who makes you scream ‘Oh God’ with a house full of family. That must be some trouser snake he’s carrying,” Emma chimes in with a wink.

  I don’t have time to let mortification settle in that Emma just referred to my penis as a trouser snake. My focus is pulled to Jaime. I can feel her retreating away from me immediately, and it only gets worse as the breakfast winds down. She sits beside me, ramrod straight, but appears miles away, lost in thought. I wish I could see what’s going on in that beautiful little head of hers, but at the same time, I’m kinda glad I can’t. I probably won’t like it.

  When it’s time to leave, I attempt to contribute towards the bill, but Jaime’s dad won’t hear of it. Instead, I drop a few extra bills on the table for the tip, and escort Jaime outside. She hugs each of her sisters, as well as her dad and grandparents, before stepping silently towards my truck, yet to say anything to me.