Somebody Else (Somebody, Nobody Duet Book 1)

by Jaxson Kidman

  The feel of her fingers climbing from my stomach to my chest made me grit my teeth. I took my shirt off and watched as she bit her lip. Like she had forgotten what I looked like shirtless. Or maybe she was finally remembering who I was and what I could do to her.

  I stepped toward her again and she quickly pressed her lips to my chest. Kissing loudly against my muscle, driving me fucking insane. I slipped my hands around to the small of her back and pulled as I drove forward, making damn sure she felt the end result of her kissing me.

  She groaned when she felt my hardness. She put her head back, her lips parted as she took a breath. My hands came around to the front of her body and I went for her shirt. I needed her in a way that she would never truly understand.

  After I stripped off her shirt and threw it somewhere across the room, I pulled her close and lifted her up. We went right back to kissing, not missing a beat or a breath. Not taking a second to think or worry about what this meant. Because what it really meant had always been inside us. Nothing could keep us apart. Not even time. We survived years apart, maybe not completely alone, but it didn’t matter anymore.

  I had my Kinsley in my arms.

  And our next destination on this wild journey was my bed, where I could have the rest of her.

  When I placed Kinsley on the bed, I kissed down to her neck and to her chest. She arched her back, groaning, giving herself to me. My hands slipped underneath her and quickly twisted the clasp on her bra, undoing it. My hands came around to her chest and I cupped her beautifully full and bare breasts. My thumb flicked over her nipples, just once, bringing them to an erect state. I teased her by lowering my mouth to just below her breasts, tasting her soft skin. I eased my hands down her sides and kissed back up her body, taking her left breast into my mouth. Her nails went right for my hair as she cried out, clawing at me with a sense of need that left me knowing that she hadn’t been cared for in a long time.

  My teeth rolled against her tender nipple, tugging just enough to make her whimper before I opened my mouth and gave her relief. I put my hands flat to the bed and hovered over her other breast. With the tip of my nose, I nudged her nipple, making her jump. I offered her a gentle kiss and then continued my work.

  A trail of kisses down her belly left me flirting with the top of her jeans. My hands were already there, opening them with ease. I skipped a step as I gripped the sides of her jeans and panties at the same time. I pulled with a grunt, knowing what I wanted. My mouth thirsted for her sweetness.

  But I had something else in mind for Kinsley.

  She kicked off the rest of her clothes and was now naked before me. I was on my knees on the floor at the side of my bed with the sight of a lifetime before me.

  “Fuck, Kins,” I said. “You have no idea how beautiful you are. Even all these years later… you’re more beautiful.”

  She smiled and blushed. I watched the way her hands hesitated on what they wanted to do. Worried about the curves of her hips. Or if anything looked different that she could cover up. Instead, being strong and sexy, she put her hands above her head.

  Giving me everything she had.

  My lip curled as animalistic urges surged through my body.

  My fingertips touched her inner thigh, feeling a warmth that only promised to get hotter as I kept going. Her slit glistened with anticipation, only making my thirst get worse by the second.

  As I came forward, I pressed my lips to her soft mound. My right hand continued to move up, resting against her soft folds. I kept kissing until I reached the scar. I nuzzled my nose against it and then turned my head and kissed it.

  Her stomach fluttered.

  “So fucking beautiful,” I whispered.

  “Brice…”

  I didn’t care what she had to say.

  I plunged two fingers into her core as I kissed her scar.

  Her body clenched tight as her hips thrust forward at me. She cried out with an echoing yell of pleasure. I twisted my fingers and pulled them out of her, moving up, finding her pearly clit. I made circles as I kissed the scar, wanting her to know that the moment may have changed us forever, but it only made her more beautiful to me.

  I traded spots with my hand, bringing my fingers up to her lower belly and I slipped my tongue down her body once more. Peeling back her folds, I flicked the tip of my tongue against her clit. Her hips began to dance to the rhythm I created. I closed my mouth around her slit, suckling all the perfect honey off her. My lips smacked together as her groans filled the room. In a wicked sexy move, Kinsley put her hand to the back of my head, wanting me to stay there. It made me growl, turning me on beyond belief that she knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to tell me.

  I stayed with her, my tongue running down and up, teasing her entrance, curling up at her nub, her body lifting and lowering with me. My hands had worked their way to her hips, holding tightly, remembering my favorite spots on her body. I pulled at her, driving her down to my tongue, making fucking sure that she felt all of me.

  The sounds of her pleasure filled the air and were driving me crazy.

  “Yes,” she purred. “Brice, yes…”

  Hearing her say my name was everything.

  I moved my tongue faster, harder, relentless against her tender body, needing to feel her climax.

  No matter how much I tasted of her, the thirst refused to let up.

  Kinsley’s breathing picked up speed. She slowly brought her right foot to the bed and lifted her hips up. She was shaking now, quivering with her delight as I kept going. Her hips rocked in a sultry way that made me feel like I was the one ready to release. My right hand moved around to cup her ass, holding her. My left hand inched its way up to cup her breast. We turned ever so slightly, Kinsley resting on her right leg a little. Her hair fell in her face, but she didn’t care. She just kept breathing, groaning, grinding herself against me.

  I explored her body with my hands, from her breasts to her curves, her legs, and back up. It was like we were never apart. The sounds she made. The way she moved. The taste of her skin and more… it was perfect.

  Her fingers curled around the sheets on the bed right next to her legs. She pulled and trembled as her muscles tightened with her impending release.

  I groaned and drove my tongue harder at her. I was so lost in her, never wanting the moment to end. But it did end. She gasped for a breath and her body froze for a few seconds as I felt her pulsing. She let go with a breathless groan, her left hand managing to move, grabbing my bare shoulder with force. She scratched so hard it actually hurt. Which was fine by me. I wanted it. I needed it.

  Her hips began to move again as she groaned with little whimpers. I gently slowed myself as she continued to climax, never leaving her body for a moment. Not until she pushed at my shoulder, needing to collect herself. I kissed up to the scar again and she rolled all the way to her side. I wasn’t done yet though. I kept kissing her, moving to her hip. There was this sight of her now, on her side, completely nude, her left hand holding the sheet again. The way her hair was messy, sprawled out behind her and covering her face. Her breasts resting against the bed. The way her body made a shape that could keep me busy traveling for a long fucking time.

  I slowly stood up and admired what was before me.

  The only woman that ever captured my entire heart.

  The woman I was going to marry.

  I moved over her body as we carefully climbed to the top of the bed. Her hands playfully scratched at my back. I was rock hard, inches from taking her as my own, in a way wanting to keep this moment preserved for the rest of our lives together.

  My hands flat to the bed, I bent my arms and came down to kiss her. She tickled her fingertips down my back to my ass. Her right hand moved around, sliding through the rough patch of hair that gave way to the full root of my cock. Her hand was eager to touch and stroke, pulling at me so hard that I growled, trying to fight off the instinctive need to come. She moved root to tip and around, knowing exactly where to touc
h me at maybe the weakest spot on my body. Sliding my cock along the palm of her hand, back down to my root, where she held tight and pulled, at the same time, pressing her hand against my ass.

  She wanted me.

  I lowered myself down to her.

  The swell of her heat and body overtook me for a second before I broke the soft kissing and demanded to take full control. Kinsley was the only woman who could break me down like this.

  I entered her with a familiar feeling. Her perfect body sheathing me with a dangerous tightness that was worth anything that happened next.

  Kinsley bit her bottom lip as I gave her more of myself, taking my time to memorize every little detail about this moment.

  My lower body finally touched hers. She had taken me to the hilt. Now she had both hands on my ass, still pulling, still wanting more from me.

  I began to thrust, staying deep inside her, gently loving her. She was swollen from what I had done with my mouth.

  When her nails dug into my lower back, she sat up a little, crunching forward with a gasp.

  “Kins…”

  “Oh, shit,” she managed to whisper. She looked me in the eyes. “I’m coming again…”

  The words melted all around me.

  I slipped my right hand to her back and held her. I stayed right there with her, pumping as hard as I could, feeling her squeezing and releasing around my thickness. It was almost fucking impossible to hold myself back from going too. But I managed. Feeling her body climaxing for a second time. Her lips trying to kiss my chest but barely just touching. Unable to speak. Only able to make noises.

  I lowered her back down to the bed and I eased myself out of her. But not all the way. Right to the tip of my cock before I drove forward, leaving her crying out with pleasure again. And this time, I didn’t stop. I kept going. I loved her body. I watched the way she moved as I had her. My right hand touched her chest, cupping her left breast as I pumped harder by the second. There was no holding back for me now. I had waited too long for this moment to happen again.

  Kinsley clutched my arms and held tight. She looked at me again, a wild, ravaging look in her eyes. She began to drive her hips at me, matching my speed with her own.

  My left hand moved down her body, touching her hip. I pressed, holding her steady, right where I needed her to be. As much romance that lingered between us in that moment, there was the allure of the forbidden. Knowing that what was happening was probably wrong, but it was far too late now.

  Kinsley had always been mine. Even when she wasn’t. We both knew that. We both felt it too.

  I inched myself down to her body until my chest pressed against her breasts. She moved her hands back down to my ass, pulling at me again. It was wild how hard and fast she wanted me. We were just jumping right back into the past. The only time in our lives when we were truly happy.

  My lips fluttered against hers. Her tongue darted forward in a sexy way, licking at my lips. I kissed her hard as she nibbled at my bottom lip. No matter what I fucking did, she never let me take full control. We were forever battling each other for kisses, touching, and pleasure.

  I felt myself reaching a breaking point I could no longer turn away from.

  The tip of my nose flirted with hers.

  “Fuck, Kins,” I whispered. “I’m there…”

  “Good,” she said. “Me too. Again.”

  I kissed her.

  “Go now,” she said, her lips touching mine. “Right now, Brice.”

  I grunted as the feeling overtook me.

  With one final thrust forward, I held myself inside Kinsley, giving her all of myself, putting my mouth to hers for one more kiss. The years of waiting completely over as I began to release, her heart racing as fast as my heart was pounding.

  And there was one thing going through my mind…

  I never wanted me and Kinsley to ever leave this bed.

  22

  No More Hiding

  Kinsley

  I couldn’t remember the last time I spent so much time napping. Sleeping naked in Brice’s bed, his body covering me more than the covers did. Closing my eyes, drifting off to sleep, waking up to look out the window and see more fresh snow falling. Whisked away into the world that was more like a fantasy, never wanting to get out of the bed and face anything that looked like reality.

  My belly started to growl as Brice’s hand touched me.

  “I’m with you there, Kins,” he whispered, his breath tickling my upper back. “I’m starving too."

  “I don’t want to get out of here,” I said.

  “We have to,” he said. “But I’m not going anywhere. I promise. We can make this work.”

  I swallowed hard, knowing it was so much easier to say that than to live it.

  I rolled to my back and Brice was right there, ready to steal another kiss from me. He was quick to move down to my chest, peeling the covers down my body, kissing anywhere he pleased. I arched my back a little, smiling as I bit my lip. The effect his mouth had on me was completely unfair. I turned to mush just by looking at him, but when he kissed me, it was something completely different. He helped himself to my right breast, his tongue swirling around my nipple before kissing and pulling enough that I had to wiggle him away.

  The sense of comfort was intense.

  And the guilt only came in small waves… knowing I was shattering another man’s heart. Knowing there was so much left to say in that situation.

  Brice grinned. “What are you in the mood for?”

  “I take it we can’t order something here?”

  “Not sure many pizza places will drive this far out.”

  “Damn.”

  “I’m sure I can get something going quick enough.”

  “Do you mind if I grab a shower?”

  “Not at all,” he said. “Just don’t lock the fucking door. Because I’m going to find every excuse to come in and rip the shower curtain back to watch you.”

  “Something tells me we’re not going to get anything productive done here.”

  “We are, Kins. Catching up on time lost.”

  I touched his face and felt the guilt hit me again.

  He sensed it. He leaned forward and kissed my forehead. “Love, I’m not an idiot. I know your mind is racing right now.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “You have nothing to be sorry for,” Brice said. “Shit, maybe I should be sorry. For not holding back long enough.”

  “No,” I said. “I want this. I… I need this, Brice. It’s just… there’s no easy fix to it all.”

  “There’s not supposed to be.”

  “I mean, it’s deeper than just feelings, you know?”

  “You mean the house?”

  “That, and my business. I can’t just pack a bag and say goodbye.”

  “Like you did with me?” he asked.

  “That’s not fair.”

  “I know. But it’s the truth. It was easy to leave then. Not so much now. You got what you wanted on the other side of all this, Kins. The house. The business. The fully loaded SUV. Comfort. An easy life.”

  “But that doesn’t come with you,” I said.

  Brice laughed. “For the record, I’m not broke. Far from it. After I lost you, I just messed around in life for a little while. I already told you I started a company with a friend and we sold it for a few bucks.”

  “Really?” I asked. I popped up in bed. “When did you tell me that?”

  “The night you were out with Linda…”

  “Oh. Right.”

  “To be fair, the last few hours… it’s been a little crazy. I would expect you to lost your mind a little.”

  My cheeks burned hot. “Right.”

  “It doesn’t even matter. I got lucky and took advantage of an opportunity.”

  “So the bartending thing…”

  “That’s just something to do. So I could be close to Milo.”

  “And that situation?”

  Brice laughed again. “There was some
one else at one time, Kins. She had a kid. Not my kid though. She had a bit of a rough time in her life. It was just one of those things. We were both messed up and it worked because of that.”

  “Messed up?” I asked.

  “Because of you,” he said. “I was messed up because of you.”

  “And this woman fixed it?”

  “Christ, love, we’re naked in my bed and you want to talk about another woman?”

  “Yes,” I said. It drove me silly with jealousy to imagine Brice kissing another woman the way he had just been kissing me, but it was bound to happen. “Please. Yes.”

  Brice nodded. “Okay. I met June while I was running my business. We clicked in all the wrong ways and somehow that worked. We were broken in different ways and as time went on, I didn’t realize how bad things really were for her. It was a tough situation because of her son. Believe me, I wasn’t like some stepfather to the kid, but I was just there. And when things finally got the point of no return, I made a promise to her that I would help with Milo. She went one way, I went another.”

  “So where is everyone…?”

  “That’s a longer story, Kins. Milo lives with his aunt. She lives right in town. That’s why I moved here. To keep my promise. Help out with Milo when I can.”

  “Wow. That’s really special of you, Brice.”

  “Believe me, it’s not.” He leaned forward and kissed me. “Now go take that shower so I can make us some food. I’m far from done with you here, love.”

  Brice left the bed and I grabbed the covers so he couldn’t cover himself. I groaned out loud at the sight of his bare ass. Tight and firm, my fingertips tingling to touch and pull at him again like I did when he was inside me.

  He gazed over his shoulder with a cocky grin as he put on his jeans and left the room.

  I was alone for the first time in a while.

  I bit at the pointer finger of my left hand, trying to replay everything in my mind. From the argument with Ben, to me storming out of our house, to right now. Resting in Brice’s bed, naked, his sweat and my pleasure all over the sheets and pillows.