Let Me Love

by Michelle Lynn

  I smile up at her, watching her recover as I rub her clit with my thumb, and my fingers escape her warmth. “Holy shit,” she murmurs, and I laugh, relieved that I just gave her at least one orgasm she’ll hopefully never forget.

  Inching my way up her naked body, my guy is about to bust open the zipper of my jeans. Almost immediately she sits up and pushes me onto my back. Before I can register what happened, she’s straddling me. “You have way too many clothes on to play this game.” She coyly smiles at me as her hands grab the hem of my t-shirt and swiftly strips it off me. Her hands trail across my shoulders and down my stomach. Her fingers quickly unbutton my jeans, and my hips unconsciously buck with the impatience to be freed. She takes off my pants and boxers in one swoop, and my cock springs up, eager and ready. Her hands wrap around my length, and she strokes me a few times before her lips land on mine again. As I’m propped up on my hands, her body leans into mine. The heat that’s radiating between us is becoming unbearable.

  “I can’t hold off much longer, baby,” I mumble when her lips leave mine and escape to flutter down my chest.

  “Condoms?” she asks, and I point her to the drawer next to the bed. When she reaches across me to get them, I quickly beat her to it after realizing what’s in there. But she snatches it from my hand and tears the foil packet open with her teeth. My come boils up inside me when she descends upon me. Feeling her mouth and the latex covering my hard dick at the same time has me practically coming before we get started. She flirtatiously smiles my way after she’s finished and I grasp her hips and flip her over.

  “God, I can’t wait,” I say with the head of my cock at her opening.

  “Now, Trey,” she instructs, and I happily oblige. The hot slickness has my dick begging my brain to release, but I count off music chords in my head, so I can get myself under control to at least get her off one more time.

  Plunging forward, a long moan seeps out of her, and a groan just as long releases from me. I’ve never felt something so fucking good in all my life. She brings her knees up along the sides of my torso, and I start moving in slow circles with shallow and deeper thrust mixed in, finding our rhythm. It’s not long before our bodies are colliding together in an easy flow of movement. With every thrust of mine, she bucks against me. I lay on my forearms, caging her head between my arms. Bending down, I seize her lips with mine, and she quickly opens, allowing my tongue to mingle with hers. The gentle entangling mixed with the wetness and taste of the sweetness that’s her, has me counting those chords again.

  Unable to last much longer, I use what always gets a girl to climax. Except this time, it’s not dirty words spilling out of my mouth but something out of ordinary for me. Moving my head into the crook of her neck, her heavy breaths pulsate at my ear. “You feel so good, Kailey,” I begin conveying foreign, but truthful, words, and her unintelligible mutters just keep flowing. “You’re everything...everything I didn’t know I wanted, but everything I’ve needed.” She wraps her arms around my shoulders, pulling me harder into her. “I’ll never get enough of this feeling of me and you together.” Kissing right below her ear, her grip becomes tighter and her nails dig into my back. My thrusts become more forceful the closer I feel she is, and when she constricts her thighs around my hips, I still inside of her, joining her in the ecstasy we’ve created.

  My body collapses on top of her, and I kiss her neck one more time before pushing myself up on my arms. When I find those loving eyes, I can’t help but catch the words that are about to stumble out. Instead, like a dumbass, I say, “That was incredible.” I give her a chaste kiss on the lips, and when my face pulls back love has been replaced with sadness. Shit, did she expect me to say those words? It’s only been two weeks, way too soon for those, right? Slowly, I pull out of her and go into the bathroom to dispose of the condom.

  “Fuck.” How could I be so stupid? Why didn’t I just tell her? I’ve never even had these feelings for Zoey, and we were together for a year. But what if I’m wrong and she wasn’t expecting me to divulge my love to her? Maybe she was disappointed in my performance. Hell no, from the way her body was grinding so hard against mine there’s no way that could be it. I cup the cold water in my hands and splash it on my face. Staring into the mirror for a few beats, I contemplate my life before her and now with her in it. Shit.

  When I finally emerge out of the bathroom, she’s under the covers texting someone on her phone. She turns my way when she hears me and tucks her phone by her side. “Hey.” She scoots up in the bed, and I can’t help but think the fact that she’s still naked has to be a good sign.

  “Hey,” I mimic her and don’t miss a beat before I climb under the sheets and take her in my arms. Her adorable giggle that always makes my heart skip a beat bounces off the walls. Laying her on her back, I prop myself on my elbow and take one last look at her naked in my bed just in case what I’m about to reveal makes her jet. “So...” her green eyes find mine, never wavering. A small smile spreads across her face as if she knows what I’m about to say. “I know it’s crazy. I know we’ve barely been together, but Kailey Reynolds,” I take a deep swallow, and her eyes begin to bug out, “I love you,” I tell her, and her small smile becomes wide before it falters.

  “Are you sure?” she asks, and my body inches back, but she places her hand on arm. “Please, don’t say it unless you mean it. I know there was something there between us a minute ago. Just, please, Trey, don’t say it just to make me happy.” Wetness fills her eyes.

  I sit up and stare down at her now glossy green gems. Eyes which captured me before they staked their claim to a part of my body I never thought could beat for someone else like it does now “Kailey, I promise you, I love you. I can’t describe this feeling that you’ve ignited in me, but, believe me, I would never tell you if I didn’t honestly know what it was. You bring something to my life that I thought could never be found. You make me believe in something I never thought was for me. Hell, you have me dreaming of kids, a dog, and white picket fence. But, please, baby, tell me you feel the same way. If you don—.” She places her finger over my lips.

  “I love you too, Trey Michaels,” she whispers.

  No other words are needed. I place my hands on either side of her face and crash my lips to hers. Without stopping, I roll her over to lay on top of me, and her long hair cascades around our faces, encasing our locked lips in a warm cocoon. “God, Kailey, thank you,” I mumble between short breaks from kissing. “You won’t regret it,” I murmur against her lips.

  “Please, don’t break my heart.” She pulls back from me slightly, doing her looking into my sole stare thing.

  “I’ll do everything in my power not to,” I honestly answer, and she leans down leaving mere millimeters between our lips.

  “Devoted Trey?” She laughs, realizing how horrible that nickname is.

  “How about hot ass boyfriend?” I counter.

  “Well—every hot ass boyfriend needs a beautiful girlfriend,” she teases.

  “This hot ass boyfriend already has someone way out of his league.” I raise my face, so my lips can reach her neck. “I’ve got a girlfriend who has a hot ass.” I smack it before gripping it with my hand, and a low squeal escapes her. “Amazing set of tits.” I kiss the other side of her neck, and she playfully slaps me. “Her face, so fucking beautiful no one comes close to her.” I kiss her lips, and her body begins melting into mine. “Do you want to know why I’m so lucky to have such a beautiful girlfriend?” I wait for her to answer, but she just nods. “Because she loves me.” My lips slowly graze over hers, and I place my hand on the back of her neck to draw her closer to me.

  She attempts to mumble between our lips to deny my words, but I hold her in place, unable to fight it. I realize how lucky I am that she’s giving me her heart, and I meant what I said, I will hold it tight with everything I have. I just hope that’s enough.

  After I make love to Kailey one more time, although we didn’t take it as slow as we did the first time, I h
ave to say, this love-making thing is actually better than fucking against a bathroom stall. Or maybe it’s just Kailey that makes it so incredible: the realization dawns on me, like I’ve discovered life on Mars. I throw on a pair of my pajama pants, and toss Kailey a pair of my sweats and a t-shirt. “Man, you’re so adorable.” I kiss her nose after she rolls my pants over a few times at the waist and each leg.

  “I’m starving,” she says as we descend the stairs. All the lights are off, which means all my roommates are gone. When we get into the kitchen, I notice it’s only midnight, and I smile, figuring we have a few more hours before they all stumble in.

  I open the fridge. “What do you want?” I look around; hoping like hell Brady or Sadie made something we could snag. Spotting Brady’s chicken salad, I take it out, and Kailey’s face lights up when she grabs some croissants on the counter.

  “Will they mind?” she asks. I really need to get her around my friends more.

  “Nah.” I snatch the bag out of her hands and pull out two. While I cut the buttery croissant in half, she hops up on the counter. The temptation to take her in this kitchen is almost too much to bear. But even though I’ve done it before in much different circumstances, I’m not about to take the chance of one of my roommates seeing any part of Kailey’s naked body, especially Rob.

  Once I’m finished preparing the sandwiches, I rest the plate next to Kailey and position myself between her legs. Picking up half of a sandwich, I place it in front of her lips, and she takes a small bite. “Awe, come on, baby, you can take more than that,” I coax her. She cocks her eyebrows before letting her mouth widen and her lips rest over the flaky bread. Shit, I’m half hard when the image of her mouth hovering over a part of my body flashes through my mind.

  As she begins to chew, she captures the sandwich from my hands and copies by gesture. “Why don’t you show me how it’s done, big boy?” She places it right to my lips, and I quickly snap a big bite, similar to an alligator being fed for the first time in a week.

  Her body falls back in a fit of giggles as I chew the huge amount in my mouth, probably not looking my finest at this moment. Leaving her laughing on the counter, I head back to the fridge and take out a soda and water. I’d bought her diet coke on the slim chance she’d be at my place. Opening the can, I hand it over to her, and she takes a sip but a small amount dribbles down her chin. And now it’s my time to laugh. When I chuckle at her, she kicks me, and I grab her leg, wrapping it around to my back. As soon as I’m against her, she places her other leg around me, and my tongue licks the diet coke up before she can get a napkin.

  “Yeah, this isn’t going to work,” I tell her, bending my head down to her neck. My tongue swipes up every last drop of the dark liquid.

  “What?” she questions softly while her hands grip my shoulders.

  “I need you again, and I’m not ready to fuck you against the damn cabinets—at least not yet anyways. I need you in my bed with doors locked, so no one can interrupt us.” Picking her up, I hand her the plate of sandwiches and the drink. She giggles, attempting to hold everything while my lips remain on her neck and earlobe.

  “You could wait until we get upstairs,” she says.

  “Hell no, it’s your fault,” I inform her and pull back slightly.

  “What’s my fault?” she leans back from me.

  “You’re too fucking gorgeous and edible for me to keep my hands off.” I firmly squeeze her ass, and her body rises up allowing my mouth to find the swell of her breast.

  “I guess there could be worse things.” She shrugs her shoulders, wearing a huge ass smile.

  “Just remember that every time I have to take you into a closet, bathroom, or, hell, some nook on campus, it’s all your fault.” I chuckle into the crease of her breasts, and she only squeezes her legs tighter around my torso. “Keep doing that and we won’t make it upstairs.”

  “Who said I wanted to wait until we get upstairs?” Looking down at me she arches her eyebrow.

  Shit, this girl really was meant for me, but fuck if I’m letting asshole Rob see any bare inch of her.

  “Believe me, baby, I’ll find some obscure spots to fuck you, but tonight we are only making love in my bed.” I wink.

  “Promises, promises,” she says, and I’m half tempted to prove her wrong. “Now, get me up to that bed right now.” Her one foot kicks my ass lightly like a cowgirl kicks her horse to gallop.

  “Yes, ma’am,” I adhere to her wishes, climbing the stairs as fast as possible.

  Chapter 11

  Kailey

  I drive my beat up Honda over to Trey’s house. The plan is to drive with him to the auditorium. It’s his graduation day¸ and I can’t believe how fast the day has arrived. A month after we confessed our love for one another, we’re still going strong. Unfortunately, Jen is not. Although she, Caden, and the kids are coming for the big party tonight, she mostly likely won’t be able to stay long. Trey’s been amazing, coming over with me to help Caden or Jen out. He even takes the kids to the park on a regular basis. Jen’s still a bit skeptical on letting him watch them on his own just yet, but we have a day planned next week to have pedicures while Trey and Jessa watch the kids. For some reason, Jen is much more comfortable having two people with no prior experience with children than one.

  The driveway is packed full of cars, so I have to find a spot along the street. Trey assured me I wouldn’t be meeting his family until after the ceremony, so I’m assuming all the vehicles belong to Sadie and Brady’s relatives. But from what I’d heard, they both have hardly any family. I barely get to the door before it swings open and a guy, who looks a lot like Trey without tattoos or piercing, blatantly looks me up and down. A sandwich fills his hand, and his mouth continues chewing for an awkward moment before he asks me, “What’s up?” and all of a sudden my nerves get the better of me. My voice goes mute, and I contemplate running down the walkway to my car. Before I can say anything, Trey pushes the guy out of the doorway.

  “She’s my girlfriend, asshole,” he says, smiling at me in the pin stripe button down shirt we bought last night. “Hey, baby.” He steps out and pulls me up off my feet, swinging me around. “Can you believe I’m graduating?” he whispers in my ear. That gut wrenching feeling that’s been consuming my stomach all day from the worry of not having any idea how long I’ll have him here flares into an even bigger fear. He’s been searching for a job nonstop and soon someone will snag him up, he’s too talented of an architect. Jeez, I’m envious, since I’ll most likely be taking time off of school after Jen... Tears sting my eyes for the fear the inevitable is coming too fast. I’m bound to lose my sister and the man I love all at once.

  After he rests my feet back on the ground, I notice how truly happy he is. “What’s the matter?” He places his thumb under my eye before a tear escapes. “Jen?” he asks, and I shake my head and place the biggest smile on my face.

  “No. I’m just really happy for you,” I say. I’m not lying, I am happy for him. He’s worked hard to get here, and he has every reason to be proud of himself.

  “Awe, thanks, Kailey, you’ll be here before you know it,” he tells me and kisses my lips. I wonder if I’ll ever be in his shoes, graduating and ready to start a new venture.

  “Who do we have here?” A woman stands in the doorway. She’s wearing a nice blue pants suit with a matching pair of heels. Her short chic haircut and just the right amount of make-up to look natural, but it’s the shape of her eyes and the smile identical to Trey’s which already tells me who she is.

  “This is Kailey, Mom. Kailey, this is my mom.” He wraps his arm around my waist, and I step forward with my hand.

  “It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Michaels,” I say, but she shoos it away and takes me in her arms.

  “You can call me Elena.” Her rose scented perfume compliments her nicely. When she pulls back, she holds me by my upper arms. “It’s so nice to meet you, Kailey. Now, the family has taken over this house and you most likely won’t reme
mber all their names, but I’ll do my best to give you small snippets to remember them by.” She places her arm around my shoulders and leads me into the house.

  “Mom,” Trey calls out, but she ignores him. I glance over my shoulder, and he just smiles, allowing his mother to kidnap me.

  In all the times I’ve been to the house, I’ve never seen it like this. There are some small kids running around chasing each other while adults talk loudly. Some baseball game streams in the family room while a group of guys sit around chomping on sandwiches and chips arguing about teams. We stand in the doorway and Elena points out each person, rambling names to me.

  “That’s Trey’s older brother, Jack, he’s married to Irene. IRENE!” she yells, and the small petite blonde looks over and waves at me before wrestling the toddler in her arms. “The bald one is Trey’s Uncle Mike, he’s not married and no kids. Divorced,” she whispers as though he’s a murderer. Not sure if he heard her, but he nods my way. Crap, awkward.

  So, far I mentally keep track in my head. Trey has two uncles; one married, one divorced. There’s also an older brother with a wife and at least one kid. Who are all these other people? Once we get to the kitchen, my lungs constrict, and I’m dangerously close to having a panic attack. Practically wall to wall people fill the small space, but it doesn’t stop Elena. She walks right through everyone, dragging me along with her hand in mine and stops right behind a large man, probably six-three, with dark hair. When she taps him on the shoulder, he turns around from the stove, his brown eyes match Trey’s.