My Kinda Mess - eBook

by Lacey Black

  “Can I ask you something?” she says, leaning into the cradle of my arm and kicking her legs up onto the couch.

  “Sure.”

  “What was your childhood like? You kind of alluded tonight that it wasn’t so great.”

  Sighing, I knew this question was coming. “I have an awesome mom. Got pregnant with me young, while she was still in high school, and my sperm donor ran off before she had a chance to tell him. It was tough, very tough. Money was tight, but she made it work with what little we had. Then she met Larry, married him, and had the twins. Everything seemed great for a while, but it didn’t last. He’s gone too, like my father.”

  “I’m sorry,” she says soothingly, rubbing her hand along my arm as she snuggles into my embrace.

  “Nothing for you to be sorry about,” I say, my hand sliding along her outer thigh and underneath the dress. Slowly bringing my hand to her front, I can feel the heat radiating off her sweet pussy. It makes me so hard just thinking about how mind-blowing it feels to be inside her.

  “Are you trying to distract me?” she mewls, arching her back and my hand slips into her tights.

  “Is it working?”

  “Definitely.”

  Maneuvering us until she’s beneath me, I position myself in what is quickly becoming my favorite place to be: between her thighs. Pushing up her red sweater, I expose her fit abdomen and red bra. Gently, I push aside the cups, revealing two perfect little nipples. They’re tight little buds, begging for my mouth.

  And who am I to deny?

  My mouth descends, first licking and sucking on one, and then the other. I’m rewarded with a soft moan. “You know,” I start, as I alternate between licking, sucking, and nipping at her perfect tits. “We never really discussed the real issue with the condoms.”

  “I told you I’m clean,” she gasps.

  “Not that. The other issue. The baby.” This time I bite down on her nipple until she hollers in pleasure.

  “I can’t think when you do that,” she whispers.

  “You mean this?” I ask, leaning down and latching on to one nipple, while my fingers tweak and pinch the other.

  “Yes. That.”

  “Should I stop?”

  “Yes. No. Wait. I can’t… No, definitely don’t stop.”

  “Lexi? I haven’t worn a condom the previous two times we’ve had sex,” I remind her, even though I’m not sure she’s even paying attention to my words right now.

  “So?”

  “Are you okay with that?” I ask, looking for confirmation.

  “That I might get pregnant? That’s kinda the point,” she reminds me.

  “It is, yes. But I know you’re not completely divorced.”

  “Potato po-tah-toe. He signed the papers. It’ll be final when we see the judge on January twenty-ninth.”

  “So if it happens before your court date, you’d be okay with that?”

  “Soooooo fucking okay,” she groans, grinding her sweet pussy against the bulge in my jeans.

  “We should get rid of these clothes.”

  “Yes, get rid of them. Gone.”

  I get up and remove all of my clothes, while she does the same. Once we’re both naked again, I take her in my arms and carry her towards the bathroom. I’m feeling like getting a little dirty, so we might as well kill two birds with one stone.

  “I feel like getting a little wet,” I tell her as I turn on the water, waiting until steam starts to fill the small space before stepping under the spray.

  Lexi squeals as the hot water hits her back, so I quickly turn so that the majority of the water is pelting me. Reaching down, I turn on a little more cold until it’s a bit more manageable. When the water temperature is right, I pin her naked body against the shower wall. My lips savor the flavor, the scent, and the texture of her skin. She’s quickly becoming an addiction I’ll be powerless to fight.

  Not that I want to.

  “Please,” she begs, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist for the umpteenth time today. I crave her.

  Instead of thrusting into her waiting pussy, I peel her body off mine. Lexi whimpers her protest, but I have other things in mind for my little firecracker. “Turn around,” I demand.

  She moves, giving me the most luscious view of her ass and the arch of her back. My hands grip her hips as I position myself behind her. “Hang on, Firecracker,” I warn, taking my throbbing cock in my hand and giving it a squeeze. A tinge of pain sweeps through my groin, but I revel in the discomfort. The last thing I need is to fire my gun too soon. Lord knows this woman makes me lose every bit of finesse I thought I possessed, replacing it with a ravishing fever to consume and own her.

  Lexi glances over her shoulder as she places her hands on the shower wall. Her mouth is slightly agape, her breathing choppy with anticipation. Our gazes locked, I gently slide into her wet, hot pussy. Collective moans of pure ecstasy mix with the humidity clouding the bathroom. It’s fucking heaven.

  I keep my strokes slow and long as I continually fill her over and over again. She glances over her shoulder once more, her lips swollen and gorgeous face flushed. My grip on her hips tightens as I watch her eyes glaze over.

  Suddenly, she moves, standing up and arching her back so that her sweet ass is pressed firmly into my groin. She lifts her arms, extending them over her head and wrapping them around the back of my neck.

  Jesus.

  One hand slides to her sexy stomach before slipping down to stroke her clit. It’s hard and begs for my fingers. I give it a gentle pinch causing her to call out my name. Mother fucking hell, I’m not going to last. I’m like a sixteen-year-old boy again, unable to last more than a few minutes. She just makes me lose any semblance of control.

  While I play with her wet clit, I continue to piston my hips forward. Her tits are pushed skyward, begging to be touched. My fingers find one perfect little nipple, as I lightly pinch and pull on it until it’s hard.

  Lexi turns her head, giving me access to her mouth. My tongue dips inside, licking and tasting every square inch of her delicious mouth. Keeping the connection, I tweak her clit once more at the same time as I pinch her nipple. She bucks against me, wild and with abandon. I know she’s getting close, I can feel her pussy starting to milk my cock, tightening and gripping me for all I’m worth.

  “Fuck, you feel so fucking amazing,” I tell her, my lips hovering over hers.

  “So fucking good,” she chimes, gasping as I continue to work her clit and nipple.

  “Do you want to come?” I ask, slowing my strokes until I’m buried completely inside her.

  “Yes. Please.”

  “Hang on, baby,” I tell her before pulling out and slamming inside her. I pinch both fingers at the same time, right when I know I’m hitting that sweet spot deep within.

  “Oh, God!” she hollers, clamping down on my dick so hard I see stars.

  Her body spasms against mine as she rides out her release, which triggers my own. Her pussy squeezes my cock as I slam into her body. “Fuck,” I groan, releasing everything I have inside of her.

  When the aftershocks finally subside and our breathing has somewhat returned to normal, I rest my head on the back of her neck, burying my nose into her soft skin. Her hands are still extended over her head, wrapped around me. Placing tender kisses, I lick away the water, tasting the saltiness of sweat. It’s erotic as hell.

  Feeling her start to sag against me, I reach around and grab the bar of soap. My cock pulls from her body, limp and overused from three rounds of fucking in the last several hours. Yet, give me a few minutes and I’d bet my Harley I’d be ready to go once more.

  As long as it’s Lexi I’m with.

  No words are spoken as she turns around and watches me wash her skin. I lather up my own body while she starts to wash her hair, a mundane task that I have the sudden desire to assist with. So, I do. She doesn’t say anything when my hands start to scrub her scalp, working the suds ar
ound in her shiny dark hair.

  We rinse together, a few stolen kisses here and there, before declaring our shower complete. She grabs two fuzzy towels from the cabinet beside the tub, handing one to me before wrapping one around her body.

  I follow her into her room, not really sure if I should run to the living room and grab my clothes or not. I’m not really sure what she’s thinking, where we go from here. I know what I’m hoping for, but I make no assumptions when it comes to Lexi. If it were up to me, I’d climb into bed, pull her in close, and fall asleep beside her.

  Keeping my towel fastened around my hips, I sit on her bed and watch her get ready for bed. She uses some face stuff and removes eye makeup, and then some other girly moisturizer on the rest of her face. She brushes her long brown hair until it’s smooth and glossy. Then she turns my way.

  And drops her towel.

  Slowly, she makes her way towards me, stepping between my legs. “I’m not sure what your plans are, but you can stay.” She clears her throat, maybe looking for a little courage to keep going. “I’d really like you to stay.”

  Sliding my hands up her outer thighs to her hips, I answer honestly. “There’s no place I’d rather be.” I’m rewarded with one of those smiles that makes my heart beat faster and my gut tighten.

  Lexi slips out of the bedroom, turning off lights left on in the other room, and verifying the apartment is secured for the night. When she comes back into the room, still naked and curves on full display, my tongue practically dangling on my chin, she gives me one of those sassy little grins that I can only associate with my feisty little firecracker.

  She flips off the light before slipping into her bed. Dropping my own towel, I climb in on the opposite side, but quickly move to the middle. Her skin is warm as I cradle her body against mine, spooning her close and secure.

  “Good night,” she whispers, glancing over her shoulder at me.

  “‘Night, Lexi,” I reply before placing one more kiss on her waiting lips.

  As I drift off to sleep, probably more comfortable than I’ve ever been in my life, I can’t help but smile. I have a beautiful woman in my arms and more possibility on the horizon than ever before.

  Life is good.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Lexi

  Something tickles my nose, pulling me from a deep sleep. I swipe it away, but it returns moments later. “Wake up, beautiful. Merry Christmas.”

  Linkin.

  My body starts to heat when I recall how easily he pushed me over the edge into multiple orgasms on multiple occasions. Just the thought of how easily he played my body, especially last night in the shower, has me on edge and probably embarrassingly wet.

  “Stop smiling like that, Firecracker, or we’ll never make it out of this bed.”

  Cracking open my eyes, I’m overcome with this weird giddiness that I’ve never experienced before. It’s part hope, part elation, part anticipation, all wrapped up in a naked package.

  “I made pancakes,” he whispers conspiratorially with a wide grin and sparkle in his dark eyes. “And coffee.”

  “Oh, coffee and carbs. You’re a wicked, wicked man,” I chide back.

  “I am. It’s one of the many things you love about me,” he adds, pulling back the covers. “Get up and throw on a shirt before I say fuck breakfast and fuck Christmas and keep you tied to the bed all day.”

  “That doesn’t sound so bad,” I reply, standing up and stretching before taking the shirt directly off Linkin’s back. He helps, of course, lifting his arms so I can remove the fresh white t-shirt he must have retrieved from his apartment. “This one will do,” I say as I bring the material over my head, inhaling the manly, musky scent that is pure Linkin.

  “That one’s mine,” he quips with a smirk.

  “Was…” I say, singsong, letting the word trail off as I turn into his chest. “Merry Christmas,” I say softly, wrapping my arms around his naked chest.

  “Merry Christmas,” he replies, kissing the top of my head as he holds me close.

  “Okay,” I start, slowly pulling back. “It’s carbs and coffee time.”

  “Are you sure? Because it kinda feels like I want to get you naked and do dirty things with my hard-on time,” he pleas, following me into the kitchen.

  “Maybe if you’re a good boy and stuff me full of fluffy pancakes.” Reaching into the cabinet, I pull down two coffee cups.

  “Oh, I’ll stuff you, all right,” he quips with a smile before filling our mugs, leaving room at the top for me to add my flavored creamer.

  My ears start to burn, probably a rosy shade of pink like my cheeks. I’ve never blushed, yet ever since Linkin stripped his way into my life, I find myself turning into a pool of hormonal girly mush more often than not.

  “Eat. If you’re a good girl, I’ll give you a present.”

  “Present?” That perks me right up.

  “Only if you’re good.”

  “Oh, I’m definitely good,” I say, batting my eyelashes and piling big, fluffy pancakes onto my plate.

  An hour later, we’re dressed and ready for lunch with his mom. Well, technically, Linkin was already ready since he slipped home and showered and changed while I was sleeping. He returned with a small red box with gold ribbon. It’s been sitting below the Charlie Brown Christmas tree, enticing me to open it.

  And now it’s time.

  “You first,” I say, handing Linkin the large flat box with his name on it.

  Linkin rips the paper off like a kid. He uses his pocket knife to cut through the package tape, and slowly pulls the gift from the packaging.

  “Wow, that’s amazing,” he says, his eyes twinkling like Christmas lights and wide with excitement.

  “You like it?”

  “Like? I fucking love it,” he replies, running two fingers over the painted canvas.

  “I’m glad. I mean it was either the ’57 Chevy Bel-Air or the sunflower fields at sunset.”

  “Well, as much as I like sunflowers and sunset, this car is a classic. It’s like the T-Bird or the Mustang. It’s an icon. Thank you,” he says, setting the painting that I found at a craft show aside, and kissing me square on the lips.

  “I thought it was time to add something to your walls,” I quip, referring to the fact that his walls next door are still completely naked.

  “Your turn,” he says, handing me the small box that I’ve had my eye on since I noticed it sitting beneath the tree.

  I waste no time pulling the ribbon and paper off the box. It’s a white jewelry box, the name of the designer on the front unfamiliar. Gently, I open the lid, a soft gasp seeping from my open lips. “This is…stunning,” I choke, air not moving to my lungs the way it should.

  He doesn’t speak, but instead, reaches for the box. Linkin pulls the necklace from within and grips the clasp. Moving my hair to the side, I turn until he’s at my back. The metal is cool as it hits my neck, the small pendant almost reaching my cleavage.

  When he has it securely in place, I grab the pendant and take a closer look. It’s a pair of scissors with a diamond in the middle. It’s simple and stunning and so very…me. Tears cloud my eyes as I continue to stare down at my beautiful new necklace.

  “Do you like it?” he asks.

  “I love it,” I confirm, moving to my knees in front of him and placing a kiss on his lips. “It’s the best gift I’ve ever received.”

  “I’m not so sure about that, but I’m glad you like it.”

  “No, really,” I say, looking back down at the necklace. “Chris wasn’t really a fan of my career. In fact, he wouldn’t even acknowledge it as a career. He always referred to it as my hobby.”

  “Mega douche,” he says, shaking his head.

  “That he is. But it’s Christmas and I’m not going to give him even one more second of my thoughts today,” I say, smiling and holding onto the charm.

  “I’ve got an idea,” he says, an ornery gleam shining in
his chocolate eyes. “Why don’t I do the dishes real quick and you gather up your things. We’ll slip next door and you can help me hang that picture, probably in my bedroom. And since we’ll already be in there, you can show me those dark blue panties I caught a glimpse of while you were dressing earlier.”

  “You were being a Peeping Tom?”

  “Fuck yes, I was.”

  Shaking my head, I stand up, offering him my hand to help him stand with me. “Deal,” I say, leading him towards the kitchen.

  “Oh, and Linkin?” I ask, catching his attention. “They’re actually purple. And lace. And a thong.”

  His groan is the last thing I hear as I slip back into the living room to gather up the final two presents for the day.

  * * *

  I follow Linkin up the front steps of a small white house, stepping over a big tank with what could possibly be millions of army guys scattered all over the porch. “Dammit,” he grumbles, sweeping his foot to the side to move the little army men from our path.

  Before I can comment, the front door flies open. “Linkin!” one of the twins hollers before launching himself out the door and around his brother’s leg. He’s quickly followed by a second tornado, who mirrors his twin’s actions and wraps himself around Linkin’s other leg.

  “Why are the army guys spread out all over the porch? Mom could have come out here and slipped and fell,” Linkin chastises softly.

  “Sorry. We were at war but then the maiden made us come in and take showers. She said we smelled like death,” one of the twins says, I think Jack.

  “Yeah, we smelled like death. Isn’t that cool?!” Jeff exclaims proudly.

  “Not really. That’s an expression that means you smell horribly and need to find a bar of soap and water. Do you remember Lexi?” Linkin asks, walking like a robot through the front door with one boy attached to each leg.

  “Of course, I do! Hello, beautiful,” Jack coos, waggling his eyebrows at me. I can’t help but laugh.

  “Merry Christmas,” I say to no one in particular.

  “Merry Christmas,” I hear in a woman’s voice as I enter the house. She enters the room, her steps faltering when she sees me. Her graying brown hair is pulled up in a messy bun and she looks a little tired. But her eyes sparkle like chocolate diamonds, just like her son’s. “Oh. Hi,” she says, stepping forward and offering me a genuine smile. “I wasn’t expecting a guest.”