Like You

by Rachel Leigh

  “I’m not a good girl, and bad choices are all I know how to make.” She slides down, forcing my hand to go up her shorts. She lays her back firmly against the couch, and her eyes return to the ceiling.

  I use my finger to trace the line of her panties.

  Fuck, is this really happening right now?

  My dick hardens instantaneously. I maneuver out of the grasp of her legs on me and kneel in front of her, spreading her legs to each side of my body. With my hand still up the leg of her shorts, I use my free hand to push up her shirt, exposing her stomach. I lean forward and press my lips gently to it, inhaling her scent, tasting her skin. My tongue circles around her belly button, and when she bucks her hips up, I know she wants more.

  My hand slips under her cotton panties, and I rub my thumb against her clit. Her eyes are closed tightly, as if she’s trying to shut out what's happening, without stopping it.

  “Open your eyes.” My voice comes out husky and full of need.

  She does as I ask and looks at me. I see that same desire behind her glassy stare that I feel burning inside of me. Still teasing her clit, I slide one finger inside of her. Feeling her want for me soak my fingers.

  I lean forward, breathing into her ear, “Do you want me to stop?”

  She doesn’t speak but shakes her head instead. My mouth grazes over the thin skin of her collarbone. Tracing along her neck and gently sucking her skin between my teeth. I push another finger inside of her, and she folds around my hand, swaying her hips to the motion, as I slide in and out of her.

  She’s so sweet, so inviting and so damn tight. My dick begs for her attention, to feel the grip of her touch.

  I straighten myself up, pulling my hand back and sliding her shorts down, along with her panties, and then toss them to the floor. Her lower body is completely exposed to me. Her swollen clit waiting for my return to finish her off.

  My dick presses firmly into her thigh, as I grind myself against her. I curl my fingers back inside her, hitting just the right spot, when she lets out a soft moan. Pressing farther and deeper, I watch her face. Her mouth agape, and her hungry eyes fixated on mine, as she lifts her hips to gain friction. I lean forward, pressing my mouth to her neck, as her arms come up under the back of my shirt, her nails digging into the skin of my shoulder blades.

  “Oh god, Knox.” I begin moving quicker and feel her come undone, as she fills up, losing herself to my touch, evidence of her orgasm filling my hand.

  I don’t speak out of fear of ruining the moment, but my heady breaths are enough for her to know how bad I want her right now, because next thing I know, she’s reaching her hand down and moving it over my dick, through the fabric of my shorts.

  “Take these off.” She begins tugging at my shorts. I prop myself up on the back of the couch and slide them down to my ankles then kick them free and pull my shirt over my head.

  My dick sticks straight out, as she takes it into her hand, grazing her thumb over my head. She moves forward until she is eye level with my cock. I throw my head back and close my eyes, as she takes me into her mouth. Her perfect lips wrap around me, as she slides half of my length, in and out of her mouth.

  Damn, she’s so fucking hot. The way she takes complete control and knows exactly what she’s doing.

  Her free hand cups my balls, and I can already tell this isn’t going to last long. She pulls me out of her mouth and uses her tongue to trace down the side of my full length. She’s a fucking goddess, working her magic on me. I’ve had blow jobs before, but this is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. She sucks my head into her mouth, flicking her tongue then takes all of me, in and out, as I sway my hips back and forth.

  “Fuck, Ms. Hyland,” I groan, instantly regretting it. Hoping it isn’t a reminder that I’m her student. I gawk as I wait for her reaction, but she doesn’t stop. She moves faster, taking me in to the back of her throat. “I’m gonna come.” I begin to pull away, but she doesn’t let me. I let out a raspy moan before shooting my release down her throat. She continues to suck, swallowing down the liquid, and it isn’t until my body stops trembling that she stops.

  Pulling away, she looks up at me, wiping the back of her hand across her mouth.

  “That was—” I search for the words. At a complete loss, my body still in shock from what she just did to me.

  “Amazing.” She finishes my sentence.

  “Yeah,” I smile, “amazing.” I bend down and grab my t-shirt off the floor and hand it to her to clean herself off. She gathers her shorts and panties then slides them back on. I’m waiting for a sign that she thinks this was a mistake, but I have yet to get one.

  “I’m going to clean up in the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” She goes to walk away, but I stop her, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her back into me. I press a chaste kiss to her forehead. She looks up at me with curious eyes, then returns my smile. I let go of my hold on her and watch, as she walks away.

  I’m walking on air, but preparing for the downfall.

  12

  Claire

  When I walk back into the room where I let myself go, it’s empty. A momentary brush of humility comes over me, as memories of my past trickle through my mind.

  He got what he wanted. Now, he’s gone.

  That is until he rounds the corner, slicking his wet hair back off his forehead. He looks as if he just hosed himself down. He’s wearing another fresh pressed t-shirt, only, this time, it’s black, with the words Free Bird on the front in bold white letters. Esme must press all the laundry done in this house. Maybe I should leave a few of my shirts laying around for her. I catch his smile and return one back to him. Feeling as giddy as a damn school child. In this moment—right now, Knox is no boy. He is a man who just gave me the ride of my life. One that I fear I can’t get off, no matter how much I know I should.

  “Hey.” He sucks the corner of his lower lip between his teeth. Looking even more tempting than he did when he was kneeled over me ten minutes ago.

  “Hey,” I respond coyly.

  Slow and steady steps have him at my side. He runs both hands down my arms, all while watching me intently.

  All I can do is release a drawn out yawn, feeling exhausted from all of the events of the day.

  “You should get some sleep.” He pulls me into his chest, and I feel as if I could sleep comfortably in this position, like his chest was molded for my head.

  Instead, I pull back. “Sleep sounds like a great idea.” I nod toward the exit of the living room. “I should go.”

  “Stay with me.” It's more of a question than a demand.

  “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

  “I thought good choices were foreign to you.” He flirts with a smile.

  “I did say that, didn’t I?”

  He nods. “Yep.”

  I drop my face in my hands. In that moment, I was convincing myself of every reason that being with him was right. Right now, I’m so exhausted that I’m trying to convince myself of every reason that leaving is wrong.

  “Ok,” I hold my finger up, “I’ll stay here with you under one condition.”

  “Anything. You name it.”

  “No one can ever know about this.” He lets out a chuckle and turns away. I place my hand on his cheek and turn his head back toward me. “I mean it, Knox. No one.”

  “I wouldn’t tell a soul.”

  And just like that his lips crash into mine. And I let them. I taste them, and I take in every moment that his tongue is dancing with mine. Because come tomorrow, this can never happen again.

  My eyes flutter open in the dark room. Knox is sprawled out to the right of me in the king size bed. I slap my hand at the nightstand to my left, until I find my phone. Swiping the screen, I see that the darkness has deceived me. It’s already eleven o’clock in the morning. These blackouts blinds definitely hold true to their job at not letting sunlight in, even more so than the ones at Malcolm’s house. And he thought he had the best of everything. Suc
h a fool.

  I contemplate making an escape, and just as my mind is made up and I attempt to slither out from beneath the satin sheet, his arm reaches over and wraps around me, pulling me close.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” His voice is strangled, and his eyes are still tightly closed.

  “I was just...going to use the bathroom.” I lie. It’s not that I don’t want to be here. God, I do. More than anything I want to stay here tangled in Knox’s arms, forgetting about the outside world, pretending that this is okay. It’s feels so right, but it is so wrong.

  “Five more minutes.” He grips me tighter, as his legs form a pretzel with my own.

  “Five more minutes,” I agree. What harm can five more minutes do that hasn’t already been done? Instead of getting up, I lie here and soak it in. The feeling of a man holding me. Really holding me. I’ve had arms around me plenty of times, but this is different. These feelings are foreign to me. For the first time in my life, a man wants my company, without getting something in return.

  When the sound of heavy breathing hits my ears, I slowly twist my head around to get a look behind me. He’s back to sleep. I turn my full body to face him. His arm draped over my bare waist, as I lay here in just a bra and underwear. The room is dark, but I can make out the form of his body and the details of his face, with his mouth slightly open.

  His lips curl up, and I press mine together with a dampened smile.

  “You’re not sleeping are you?” I talk into the pillowcase that my face is now muzzled into. I'm not a big fan of sharing morning breath. I’ve always wondered how couples in movies can just wake up and automatically start eating each other’s faces. Disgusting.

  His eyes open quickly, and as much as I want to lie here and small talk, I really do need to use the bathroom and raid the cabinets for some mouthwash.

  “I’ll be right back.” I gently pull away.

  “I’ll be waiting.” He rolls over onto his stomach. I open the adjoining bathroom door, letting a ray of light shine in and look back at his beautiful body lying there. His arms folded under his head in just a pair of black boxer briefs.

  Ten minutes later, I’m feeling slightly fresher than when I walked in here. I hit the lights and open the door, expecting the same darkness I left, only the blinds have been drawn, the bed made, and Knox is nowhere in sight.

  I walk across the hardwood floor to the bedroom door that is cracked open and take in the aroma of coffee. Drawing a smile to my face, I make my way through the hallway and down the staircase.

  “Good morning.” He hands me a black coffee mug filled to the brim.

  “Thank you.” I take it into both hands and sit down on the stool at the center island. “You drink coffee?” I say it, as more of a statement than a question.

  “Not often, but after our late night, I could use a little pick-me-up.” He grins, as he takes a sip, his eyes leveled with mine.

  I can feel the heat rise to my cheeks, as I think about our late night. It was everything that I needed, but something that should have never happened. Yet, I want it to happen again and again.

  Watching him maneuver through the kitchen, so confidently, in just his boxers, has me chewing my bottom lip to prevent me from throwing myself at him like some kind of cougar.

  The sound of the garage door opening has us both alarmed and frozen in place momentarily. ‘Is she home?” I jump off the stool in an erratic movement. I stumble over my own two feet and catch myself from faceplanting before quickly moving to the door.

  “It could just be Esme.” He holds up a finger to stop me.

  “Esme can’t find me here. Like this,” I look down at my clothes, “with you.”

  I reach for the handle of the door, and Knox is at my side in one second flat. “When will I see you again?” His arms wrap around my waist.

  “Tomorrow. In class,” I say, before I’m gone. Looking in every direction, as I walk briskly to the guest house.

  Each step has me second guessing everything that happened between Knox and me. It was fun until up until we almost got caught.

  13

  Knox

  I slide the door closed behind her and watch, as she hurries back to her house. When she reaches the front porch, she turns back and looks at me quickly, before pulling open the door and going inside.

  The morning may have been cut short, but nothing can wipe this smile off my face. The door to the garage flies open, and Blakely steps in, wearing a pair of oversized sunglasses, and a long trench coat with heels that make her almost as tall as I am. “Knox,” she sighs, “I’m so glad you’re here. I have news.” She tosses her Gucci bag on the counter. “Did you have company?” Her eyes find the two coffee mugs sitting next to one another.

  My eyes shoot toward them. I could lie, but she’d see right through it. Or, I could just tell the truth—well, half of the truth. “I did, but she left. Hope you don’t mind.”

  “As long as you weren’t in my bed.” She tears off her sunglasses and presses her hands to her hips.

  “Of course not. What kind of person do you think I am? Now, what’s your news?” I quickly change the subject.

  She lets out a long girly squeal then flashes her hand in front of me, blinding me by the ginormous rock on her finger. “Whaaat? Really?” I take her hand in mine and admire Jasper’s work.

  “He asked me last night. Total surprise.”

  “Congratulations.” I pull her in for a hug. “Looks like I get a new brother and sister. Have you set a date?”

  “Not yet, but it won’t be anytime soon. Jasper wants to finish school and wait until he’s settled in his new job, and we’d like to travel a bit before that happens.”

  “Good plan. There’s no reason to rush.” I notice that Blakely is acting strangely, having a hard time making eye contact with me. I look down and realize that I’m standing here half naked in her kitchen. “I’m gonna go get some clothes on.” I laugh.

  “Good idea.” She nods with her eyes glued to the cupboard behind me.

  It’s not the first time she’s seen me like this, so it’s not super awkward. There is no love interest or sexual attraction between Blakely and me. At one time, I felt something for her. I think it was more of me being concerned about another man hurting her, so I wanted to protect her, and the only way I knew how was to convince myself that she needed me. I was wrong. Jasper and her are solid, and he’s a good man. In just a couple of weeks he will become my step-brother, and now it looks like Blakely will become my sister-in-law. I always knew she’d be a part of my life forever—this solidifies it.

  I throw on the same clothes I had on last night and round up all of my stuff then go back downstairs. Blakely has poured herself a cup of coffee, and I know that she wants to catch up, but I really need a cold shower to wash away these thoughts of Claire and how fucking sexy she was on that couch last night.

  “I’ve gotta get going. Wanna grab lunch in a couple hours?”

  “Uhh uhh, not so fast mister. You aren’t going anywhere until you fill me in on the girl you had here last night.” She crosses her legs and takes a sip of her coffee.

  I throw my head back and take a deep breath, bringing it forward on the drawn out exhale. “It was just a girl. No one special.” I lie, again.

  “Taya?”

  “Hell no. Taya and I aren’t like that anymore. That was ages ago.” I stretch my arms across the counter and lean down, wanting to drop my head on it from pure exhaustion.”

  “Leah? Rory?”

  “Stop. No. None of those girls. Leah? Really? That was freshman year, Blake.”

  “Well, how the hell am I supposed to know. Apparently, you don’t tell me anything anymore.”

  “It was a new girl. Just moved here at the beginning of the school year.” That much is true. I just hope it's enough for her to drop this and let me go, before I stick my foot in my mouth. I’m a terrible liar, and if anyone can call me out on my bullshit, it’s Blakely.

  “Ok, ok
. Well, I’m going to need to meet this girl. Will she be at the wedding?”

  “It’s possible.” Another truth.

  “Alright. Get outta here. Text me later about lunch.”

  I give her a wave over my shoulder and head down the hallway to the front door. I slip on my dirty sneakers and head home. The dry heat is killer this morning. The sun’s hot enough to burn my skin in just minutes of exposure.

  My first thought is a pool party at Axel’s house, but a better plan comes to mind.

  Instead of walking into my house, I keep going around the side, then creep to the back. I look to make sure that no one can see me, and I bolt straight across the backyard, until I’m at the property line. Looking around again before I haul ass to the back of the guesthouse that Claire stays in. Once I’m there, I press my back against the house, my eyes on the back door. I was looking forward to our morning together; it’s the only reason I fell asleep. If I had known that she’d be leaving right away, I would have stayed up all night, just to have more time with her.

  All of the blinds are closed and the glass panel to the back door has, what looks like, a blanket hung over it. I knock a few times then step back, waiting for the door to open. After a couple of minutes of knocking, I give the handle a turn, and to my surprise, it opens. I contemplate whether or not I should go in. This is considering trespassing, after all. I push the door open and stick my head in. “Claire,” I whisper-yell.

  I hear footsteps come down the small hallway, and before I know it, I’m staring at a pistol being pointed at my face by Claire, who is wearing that same robe she wore the night she showed up at my party.

  “What the hell, Knox!” She drops her hands, and the gun hangs freely at her side. “What are you doing here?” She hurries over to me and closes the door behind me.

  “I thought I’d say hi.” I’m openmouthed and taken aback by the girl standing in front of me with a gun - the same one who has never given off anything but innocent vibes.