Falling for the Unexpected (Life Unexpected Book 1)

by Rachel Lyn Adams

  Lining my cock up with her entrance I bent down and kissed her as I pushed my way deep inside her, touching as much of her body as I could. I had to pause for a moment though. She was so tight that I was worried about embarrassing myself and coming instantly. Swallowing her screams of pleasure, I kept kissing her as I thrust in and out. I moved my hand down so I could press on that special spot again to make sure she came a second time.

  “I’m going to need you to come for me, Simone,” I whispered in her ear, and I felt her detonate instantly.

  I pumped into her a couple more times and then my release overwhelmed all my senses. I lay on top of her for a few moments, just trying to catch my breath. Once I felt like I could move without passing out, I pushed up and looked down to see a contented smile plastered across her face.

  “Babe, that was the hottest thing ever,” I told her, not able to remember a time sex ever came close to feeling this good.

  “I’d have to agree,” she told me, just as out of breath as I was.

  “We should probably get cleaned up. Want to join me in my shower?” I asked. Hoping I could convince her to continue this party for two in my bed later on.

  We both got up to retrieve our clothes and put them back on. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” she said, adjusting her dress, “anyone in the house could see us together. I think I’m going to head to my room.”

  Of course she was right; however, it stung a little bit that she was willing to part ways so quickly.

  “Ok, sounds good,” I said, bending down to place one more kiss on her lips. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

  We both made our way back downstairs and into our separate rooms. She seemed to have no problem treating this as a one-time deal. Wasn’t that… a good thing? It’s what I used to like about the women I dated—a few good days and nights and then no hard feelings.

  As I got into bed, alone, I had this heavy feeling sitting right in the middle of my chest. Truth was, I didn’t like that my time with Simone had been so brief, and that by tomorrow, she might not think twice about our night together. I knew it was all I’d be thinking about. I’d had just a taste and I wanted more.

  But what if once was enough for her?

  Where the hell did that leave us now?

  Chapter 11

  Simone

  I stood under the showerhead letting the hot water pound on my back. What had I done? I let my silly schoolgirl crush on Kyle get way out of hand, that’s what. I had done a lot of stupid, impulsive things in my past when it came to sex, but this had to be close to the top of the list.

  Sex was always the way I tried to find acceptance. Now that I knew better, it sounded stupid, but growing up feeling like I didn’t belong to anybody really did a number on me. Then being married to Brad didn’t help matters; instead, he’d made me feel even worse about my past.

  I hadn’t had sex with anyone since the last time with my ex. He’d turned me off it and I hadn’t had much of a desire until Kyle waltzed into my life. Six months of meetings and phone calls, giving so much of his time to help me with my divorce had meant so much to me. He’d shown his attentiveness and kindness toward me and Stella, but had always maintained a level of professionalism so I never thought he saw me in that way. Sure, he kissed me a couple months ago, and then he had pulled away quickly and we never talked about it again.

  For all I knew, he still didn’t see me as anything more than a one-night stand, which was why I wanted to savor that perfect moment and not spoil it by wanting more than he was willing to give. I knew enough to know Kyle got any girl he wanted, but he wasn’t a relationship kind of guy. It wasn’t like I was looking for anything serious either, but I liked him. A lot, too much. Even though I didn’t want to ruin things with him on a friendship level, I wondered what dating someone like Kyle would be like. He was so different from other guys I’d known.

  But I finally had perspective, and I felt a little wiser coming out of this process. That was partly due to seeing my therapist. A therapist Kyle had dated and probably slept with. Man, I was an idiot. Still, she made me realize I was strong and resilient. I wouldn’t always get it right, and I’d screw up but I’d learn, and keep growing. I also had a great support system to catch my fall.

  It was why I felt that being with Kyle tonight was like taking ten steps backwards. Resorting to old behaviors in an effort to feel wanted. I hadn’t realized that I’d been lonely, missing having a man in my life. And once again, I’d slept with somebody who didn’t have any real feelings for me. I was just a hookup, someone convenient. It wasn’t that Kyle was a bad guy; in fact, everything I knew of him proved he was actually pretty great, but I just couldn’t imagine for a second he’d want to be in a relationship with someone like me. I was a twenty-two-year-old divorcée with a child, and if that wasn’t enough of a reason, he was an educated, successful lawyer and I was just a waitress with only a high school diploma. We really had nothing in common.

  When he’d kissed me on the dance floor, I knew what I was getting myself into, but I didn’t want to stop it. Even knowing it was going to be a one-night stand, I felt an inexplicable need to keep going. And he definitely didn’t disappoint.

  I had been with my fair share of guys, but none of them had ever made me feel the way Kyle had tonight. Sex with Brad had never seemed so intimate. On his best nights, Brad preferred to get off as quickly as possible and never showed much concern for my needs. On his worst nights, he seemed to enjoy degrading me with his words and not caring if he caused me physical pain.

  Kyle was so different. He kissed me passionately; he looked into my eyes, said kind words to me, and most importantly, made me come. Twice! I had been so tempted to take him up on his offer to continue things, but figured it would be even harder for me to leave his room afterward. This way, it was a clean break and we could both move on with a great memory.

  *****

  The next morning I woke up a little after nine feeling refreshed. I was a little leery of making my way downstairs, but told myself that I wasn’t going to make this awkward. I was an adult and I was going to approach the situation like one.

  I stepped into the kitchen, stifling back a laugh at the three zombies barely sitting upright in their seats. The kitchen had windows all around, so there was no way for them to hide from the bright morning sun. Seeing how miserable they all looked, I was glad that I hadn’t had much to drink.

  “Good morning,” I said in a sing-song voice.

  I was met with three groans coming from my fellow partiers as they passed around a bottle of aspirin and guzzled down water.

  “Morning,” Kyle said. He was the only other person who appeared to be fully functional this morning. The fact that he didn’t seem hung-over made me feel better about last night. At least he couldn’t write me off as a drunken mistake.

  “I’m making eggs and bacon for breakfast. Hopefully the grease will help these three,” he said with a grin, while pointing at the others with his spatula. Ian was still in his pajamas, and Addie and Kayla were in same outfits they wore last night. Same as me. Kyle was in athletic shorts and a thin white T-shit. I looked at him for a second too long, remembering his body above mine. I felt my whole body flush, every sensory memory flaring, and I had this sudden urge to touch him, to remind myself of how his skin felt against mine. I hadn’t gotten to look at his body as much as I’d wanted. I remembered that he had a tattoo on his chest from when we had been swimming at Jim and Marla’s. That had been an unexpected surprise and I was disappointed I’d missed my chance to check it out a little closer last night. Everything happened so fast, the urgency and frantic pace. It was like two colliding stars going supernova. Seeing Kyle now, looking as sexy as ever, just reminded me that I’d never had a sexual experience like what we’d shared—and I likely wouldn’t again.

  “Can I help with anything?” I asked, trying to distract myself.

  “Sure, you want to make some toast?” He pointed around his state-of-the-art kit
chen. “The bread is in the pantry and the toaster is over there.”

  Kyle was talking to me as though nothing had happened between us, and while a part of me was grateful for that, another part wondered if last night had meant anything to him at all.

  Ugh! I was sounding like a foolish little girl and it was making me mad. I should have been relieved that he wasn’t making things weird. It was exactly what I wanted. Or was it?

  Truthfully, I’d always wanted to have a man desire me and want a relationship with me. The idea that someone would actually pick me for who I was… it was something I never thought would happen for me. It didn’t need to be Kyle, but I wanted somebody to want me like he had last night. I wanted that every night, for the rest of my life. In the past, guys wanted me for sex, and once they got it they were gone. Brad was only with me because of Stella. I longed for a man to choose me because he wanted me, to be friends as well as lovers, one who cared about me and could come to love Stella.

  Deep down, however, I feared making the same bad mistakes. Another thing Dr. Hamilton had taught me was that I needed to stop thinking that I didn’t deserve things. That underlying belief that I had no right to a good and decent life had fueled my early behaviors, and what had convinced me to marry Brad despite my misgivings. Brad had been a huge mistake—but he’d given me Stella, Trent and his parents, as my new family. And indirectly, Addie and Kyle. He was still a jerk, but I couldn’t say I got totally screwed over.

  I was feeling all these emotions from my one night with Kyle so I concentrated way more than I needed to on the task at hand. I placed the bread in the toaster and went to grab the butter and jelly. As I passed him, he looked up at me and smiled. The look he gave me was sweet with a hint of concern. I wasn’t entirely sure what that look meant so I smiled back at him, hoping to convey that I was okay even though I wasn’t.

  We continued to move around each other, getting breakfast ready for everyone. Then I heard a text notification from Kyle’s phone go off. He picked his phone up off the counter and read the message.

  “Looks like we need to make another plate. Trent will be here in five minutes,” he noted, setting his phone back down.

  I had forgotten that Trent had gone home with Ashley. She was one of Kayla’s friends from college, studying to be a nurse as well. To cheer me up one night, Kayla had organized a painting and wine event with a bunch of her school friends. Ashley and I had hit it off and she was now a regular participant in our girls’ nights out.

  On schedule, the doorbell rang five minutes later. Not waiting for anyone to answer, Trent walked into the house. Our three semi-conscious friends were finally waking up but still complaining about headaches and the bright sun. Trent didn’t look worse for wear as he took a seat next to Ian. He must have stopped by his apartment, because he looked freshly showered and ready to start the day. He was also in cargo shorts and a red T-shirt, which he had not worn last night. His hair was still wet and he clearly wasn’t suffering from a hangover.

  “So this is where everyone ended up,” Trent said with a smile. He nudged Ian with his elbow to which Ian scowled and pushed Trent back, harder than necessary, nearly unseating his friend. Kyle laughed. I shook my head. Boys. “Guess I’m the only one who got lucky last night.”

  I hoped no one could see the blush that crept up along my cheeks when I made eye contact with Kyle. He smirked at me. In turn, I giggled and then quickly covered it up with a cough while getting plates and silverware out.

  “Are you going to be seeing this one again?” Kyle asked Trent. The way he asked that question was another reminder of how casual the two of them treated their hookups.

  “Nah, man, not looking for anything serious, and the way she kicked me out this morning, Ashley isn’t either,” Trent said, good-naturedly.

  “So what are we doing today?” Ian asked, finally able to speak in more than just grunts since we got some coffee in him.

  “We should try to catch some waves, the surf is supposed to be pretty good today,” Trent commented, looking behind him and eyeing the horizon.

  “Sounds good to me,” Kyle said. “What are you girls up to?”

  Kayla and Addie had finally woken up as well, but that was probably because of the loaded plates of food being passed around. “What time do you need to pick up Stella today?” Addie asked me.

  “Not until this evening,” I said, standing across from the rest of them. “Jim and Marla are taking her to the zoo and then I’m supposed to have dinner with them.”

  “Let’s have a girls’ day then,” Addie suggested, brightening.

  I grinned, liking that idea a lot. “Sure.”

  “Pedicures and shopping it is,” Kayla added.

  I smiled and nodded, jabbing at my eggs. In my peripheral, I watched Kyle. I could feel him even before he walked toward me. He was the last to plate his food and he went to move in right next to me. So close that there was barely even an inch of space between us. Too close for it to not be on purpose. His closeness made it difficult to finish my breakfast. I just hoped no one could tell how much I enjoyed having his body next to mine.

  *****

  Trent was nice enough to drop all of us off at home since none of us had driven last night. Once I was ready, I picked up Addie and Kayla and we headed downtown. We spent a couple hours at the salon, walking out with fresh manicures and pedicures. After that we headed to the Gaslamp Quarter for some shopping. There was a distinct chill coming off the water, but walking around and the sun overhead helped keep us warm. Since it was Saturday, it was a little crowded but not as bad as it was in the summer. During tourist season, this area of San Diego felt like an international city, with visitors coming from all over the world.

  I very rarely treated myself, usually spending what little extra money I had on Stella and the necessities. And with Brad not disclosing where he was working, I didn’t get anything from him in the way of child support, but his parents, once again, came to my rescue. I truly appreciated their help, but at some point, I wanted to be able to pay for the rent and other things, and just be more independent. Most of my clothes were years old, but I took care of the things I had. Being that it was my birthday weekend, I treated myself to a matching bra and panty set. It was an impulse buy and I had a particular guy in mind when I’d bought it, which I knew was silly. Dating was still a scary thought since I had a daughter to think about. I couldn’t date just any guy.

  Just before one, we headed to Seaport Village for lunch. The restaurant we chose was right on the water and provided a beautiful view of the harbor. It didn’t take us long after placing our order to get our food.

  “So that Ian guy is pretty hot, huh?” Kayla asked, between bites of her turkey club.

  Addie started choking on her water, causing us both to whip our heads around in her direction. She cleared her throat. “Sorry, wrong pipe,” she said catching her breath.

  Kayla arched an eyebrow. “Sounds like there’s a story there,” she pushed.

  “No story,” Addie said, shaking her head. “We’ve known each other a long time, haven’t seen him in a while, that’s all. So, Simone, did you have fun last night?”

  I felt my cheeks blush and for a moment I thought she was talking about me hooking up with her brother. I then quickly realized she was simply asking about our time at the club and trying to get the attention off of Kayla’s question about Ian.

  “Last night was great,” I answered, keeping it general and focusing on my pasta. “Thank you so much for planning a night out.”

  “Too bad the boys had to show up,” Addie returned dryly. “Trying to find a guy with all of them sticking to us like glue was useless. They wouldn’t have let anyone get within ten feet of us.”

  “Yeah but you’re Kyle’s sister and his friends have known you forever,” Kayla pointed out. “I’m sure Simone or I could have hooked up with someone last night if the opportunity arose.”

  Addie poked at her salad, mulling something over before speaking
. “I don’t know. Trent sees Simone as a sister and would protect her probably more fiercely than he would protect me,” she said. “That means Kyle would do the same. Whomever is important to one of them becomes important to all of them.”

  I didn’t know how that made me feel. On one hand, I felt honored knowing that Trent felt so strongly about me. On the other hand, I didn’t want Kyle seeing me as someone who needed protecting. And while I was sure our night together was a one-time thing, I didn’t want him to think I was too fragile to pursue.

  We continued to make small talk throughout the rest of our lunch. Once we were done, I dropped Addie off at her apartment, and then drove to Kayla’s place.

  “Thanks again for last night, I really had a great time,” I told her as she exited my car.

  “It was good to see you letting loose. You should do it more often,” she said with a smile as she closed the door.

  It did feel good to let go last night. I felt free and at peace for the first time in a while. Until Kyle, that is. Now that my divorce was finalized, we’d have no reason to purposely see each other at all. Right? The thought of that saddened me a little. He’d sort of become a staple in my life and he got along with Stella well. In some ways, our night together signaled an end. I didn’t like that thought at all, though.

  I tried not to dwell on it and instead thought about positive things on the rest of the drive to my apartment. I’d just turned twenty-two. My daughter was healthy and happy. I had wonderful friends and a family that had stuck by my side. I was free of all kinds of baggage and I could do whatever I wanted. My life was pretty great and I had to remember that.

  My phone beeped just as I’d entered my apartment and locked the door behind me. I’d managed to not think about Kyle for a whole fifteen minutes and now he was texting me. But I was smiling. I dropped my purse on the side table and read his message.