Текст книги "More Than This"

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Chapter 38

*Jake*

I hear the front door open and slam shut, then a squeal of frustration. I rush out of the study and run to the entry way.

Kayla is standing there drenched, from head to toe, and muddy. What the fuck?

“It’s fucking pouring and thundering outside, what the fuck are you doing?” I almost yell at her, like she’s a disobedient child.

“I had to get home from work. I walked from the bus stop. This car drove past and the tyres flicked all this dirt and mud on me. And then this dog came at me and I got scared and ran into the bushes but landed in more fucking mud.”

“Where the hell was your phone? You should have called me.”

“It’s flat.”

I roll my eyes. It’s always fucking flat.

She starts to move from the front door but I stop her.

“What are you doing? You can’t walk through the house like that, you’ll get mud everywhere!”

I’m laughing now, because she looks so fricken grumpy and adorable.

“Jake,” she says my name like an annoyed moan. “What do you want me to do? Strip outside and walk through the house in my underwear?”

I raise my eyebrows at her.

“Don’t be an idiot,” she says. “What should I do?”

“Wait there,” I tell her.

I run to our bathroom and turn the shower on, making sure the temperature is right.

I go back to the front door and throw her over my shoulder. She squeals in surprise. When we get to the bathroom, she starts to move like I’m going to put her down, instead I put her in the shower. Fully clothed. Shoes and all.

She screams.

I laugh.

Then she has my shirt in her hands and she pulls me in with her.

She laughs.

I scream. A manly one though. I’m not a fucking pussy.

Then we’re both laughing.

And I realize it’s been a long time since we both laughed like this.

She’s looking at me and I’m watching her. She breaks the stare by throwing her head under the shower spray. Her head tilted and the water streaming over her face and down her hair. Her lips parted partially.

I realize now that were in a confined space, with nowhere to move. And were both soaking wet. And she’s so fucking hot.

My hands automatically go to her hair to try to clean out some of the mud. Her breath catches when she feels my hands on her.

The next second were facing each other under the water, her body pulled into mine, because the space in the shower gives us no other option.

Then she peels off her dress and she’s in a bra and panties and that’s all.

“Dirty dress,” she shrugs, in way of explanation, throwing the dress out of the shower and onto the bathroom floor.

I clear my throat and try not to look at her tits.

Or her legs.

I try to keep my hands to my side so I don’t touch her.

My hands balled into fists so I’m not tempted.

“You’re all dirty too,” she says, pointing to my clothes.

I look down and see mud on my shirt and shorts from carrying her in here.

I take them off and stand in the water in my boxers.

She can see I’m hard, but she tries to play it cool. I can see her chest rising and falling with her breaths and I know she’s as turned on as I am right now.

We’re testing each other. Seeing how far we can take this before something snaps. Most likely my dick.

I’m not going to crack though. I need to make sure that if I touch her, she’s going to want it. I don’t know what the hell she wants right now.

The only thing she’s made clear is that she’s leaving.

So I stand there, eyes on her, not moving.

She turns around and faces the stream of water and starts to wash herself. I watch the back of her, unabashedly, because she can’t see me. My fingers are itching to touch her. I close my eyes tightly and I know a sound comes out but I couldn’t fucking tell you what it is. I can’t get the image of me pushing her into the wall, ripping her panties off and being inside her, out of my head. I imagine the noises she would make and I swear I almost come.

This is bad, really fucking bad.

When I open my eyes, she’s facing me.

She takes her bra off and my eyes are glued to her tits. Like I’m 10 and this is my first titty mag. Her hand moves and her palm brushes against the head of my dick, so fucking lightly, but I feel it, my dick feels it, and it jerks under her touch. I almost pull back but she does first. Then she turns the hot water off and cold water fills the shower.

“Fuck,” I yelp under my breath, jumping out of the stream.

“You need a cold shower, Jake.”

Then she gets out of the shower and leaves the room.

***

By the time I get out, she’s dressed and on the sofa ordering food and looking through dvd’s to watch.

She hears me walk in. “Hey,” she says, almost shy. “I ordered Chinese. Is that okay?”

She wants to act like nothing happened. Fine.

“Um, yeah, I’m actually heading out now though.” Lie.

“Oh?” she says surprised, and a little confused.

“Yeah, I uh… I have a date.” Lie Lie Lie.

Her face falls and she looks away, but I can see her swallow and wipe her face quickly.

I run to her so fast I almost trip over myself, I squat in front of her, “Shit, Kayla. I was just fucking around. I’m not, going out I mean, on a date or anything. I was being a dick. I’m sorry, please don’t cry.” I try to wipe her tears but she swats my hands away.

Shit.

“You’re an asshole,” she says through a sob.

“I am,” I agree.

It’s quiet for a few moments before she grabs my face in her hands. She makes sure I’m looking straight at her, “Please, Jake. Don’t do that.”

I lean into her touch. She’s biting her lip. My eyes go from her eyes, down to her mouth and back again.

My tongue automatically goes to wet my lips.

Her eyes follow.

“Do what, Kayla?” Because I need to know. I need to know how she feels and what she wants from me. From this. If she wants to be more than this.

*Mikayla*

His tongue darts out to lick his lips, then his teeth follow and slowly move up his bottom lip and I watch it play out like it’s in slow motion. I have to close my eyes and concentrate on breathing.

“Kayla?”

My eyes snap open. “Huh?”

“Don’t do what, Kayla?” he asks again.

I think about his question. Like my answer will determine whether I live or die.

I look at him and see the concern in his face and I love him. Like love love him. And I want him to know that, but not yet. Because I need him to love me back, all of me.

“Don’t hurt my heart, Jake,” I say quietly.

His head falls for a second before standing up and sitting next to me. He takes me in his arms and kisses my temple.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’ll never hurt you again. I promise.”

Chapter 39

*Jake*

She’s laying across the sofa reading a book on her e-reader. I’m supposed to be watching ESPN. I can’t take my eyes off her legs.

She’s wearing her standard pajamas, tiny boy shorts and matching tank.

Her feet are fidgeting, her toes curling and rubbing against each other. Her chest moving up and down from her steady breathing.

She’s not wearing a bra. Her nipples poke through the material. I want so bad to move over to her, to put them in my mouth and fucking taste them. Suck them. Lick them. I’m so fucking hard it hurts.

She has one hand holding her book and the other sitting on her stomach, her little finger sitting just under the band of her shorts, her top riding up her waist.

Her little finger begins to move side to side under her shorts, her legs slowly rub together. She makes a slow moaning sound.

I want so bad to be inside her.

*Mikayla*

I’m supposed to be reading my book, but I can see Jake watching me.

His gaze locked onto my legs, my waist, my stomach. His eyes burn with lust and he licks his bottom lip then runs his teeth over them. And it’s so fucking hot.

I can’t stop looking at his face, just like he can’t stop looking at my body.

My legs rub together thinking about how he makes me feel, the way he can make me come like no one has before.

A moan escapes my mouth before I can stop it and if I wasn’t so afraid of my feelings I’d tell him to fuck me, right now.

I watch him as his hand goes to his lap, creeping higher and higher until they’re at the band of his shorts.

I keep watching as he reaches into his shorts, grabs his dick in his hands, leans up slightly in his chair and adjusts himself.

I close my eyes, breath in and out, count to ten, then excuse myself to bed.

Once I’m under the covers, I’m frantically Mikayla-ing myself, and it only takes seconds before my release, because in my mind, it’s my hands wrapped around him, not his, and I’m bringing him to my entrance so that I can scream his name over and over.

I’m coming down from the haze when I realize my throat is scratchy and I was actually screaming his name, over and over.

A second later I hear the shower running.

Chapter 40

*Mikayla*

“I need a new fucking job and I definitely need to buy a car,” I huff out as I close the front door behind me.

Logan and Jake are sitting on the sofa watching ESPN but turn when they hear my complaining.

“You look like shit, Micky,” Logan states.

Jake punches him in the arm, hard.

“Thanks, asshole.” I leer at Logan. “You would too if you had the day I had.”

“What happened?” Jake asks, as he stands up to go to the kitchen. I sit down on the sofa and Jake sits down next to me, handing me a beer.

I take a sip while he brings my legs up to his lap and takes my boots and socks off, then slowly massages my feet. It feels like heaven and I’m getting turned on, and if Logan wasn’t sitting there I don’t know where this moment would end up.

“First,” I say, “some fucking smelly sleaze bucket at work was convinced I was in a porno,” I pause as Logan laughs, “he had the dvd and kept trying to show me the back of it. I couldn’t convince him I’d never been in a porno, and he kept pushing for me to play it on the screen so he could double check. He was pushy as hell and it was so uncomfortable. Luckily my TA from one of my classes was there and he asked the asshole to get out. My TA stayed for a bit after to make sure he didn’t come back.”

“What the fuck?” Jake growls. “Why didn’t you call me? Who the fuck was that asshole?”

Logan laughs harder.

“My phones flat-"

“Your phones always flat, start charging it!” Jake yells.

I pout, because it’s true, my phones always flat, or low.

“I don’t know who he was, just some random asshole I haven’t seen before.”

Jake stares at me for a moment. I stare back until Logan interrupts my thoughts.

“And second? You said that was the first…”

“Some creeper on the bus licked my elbow! Legit licked my fucking elbow. He got off at the same stop and I swear I thought he was going to follow me home. So I ran. Hence why I look like shit.”

Logan’s all out laughing now.

I start to as well.

Jake looks pissed off. “It’s not fucking funny, why are you laughing?”

“C’mon, Jake,” I say nudging him. “If it happened to anyone else we’d all be laughing.”

His features relax a bit. “You’re getting a car as soon as possible, Kayla.”

“Speaking of getting a car, I bought my laundry to my favorite girl in the world.” Logan tries his panty dropping smile on me.

I look at him confused and chuckle, “That has got to be the worst segue since the beginning of time.”

I get up and head to the laundry room so I can get started, Jake stands and smacks the back of Logan's head. “You gotta quit doing that shit, she’s not your mom.”

“I don’t mind.” I yell out, half way down the hall. “It makes me feel needed.”

Logan laughs once, then whispers, still loud enough so I can hear, “Dude, you should tell her about how much your dick needs her.”

I hear Logan yelp in pain before the front door opens, “Just bring it to the party tonight okay, Micky? You are coming right?”

“Yeah,” I yell out.

Lie.

The front door closes and I hear Jake walk into the room.

“So we’re going? To the party, I mean,” he asks, spinning his cap backwards.

“You can, I’m not.”

“But you just told him-"

“Jake, Logan's mind works like a 5 year old. He wouldn’t take no for an answer. He won’t even remember if I’m there or not.”

He moves closer to me, so damn close I can smell him.

“But what if I want you there? What if it’s me that’s asking and you know I’ll know if you’re there or not.”

His hands are on my waist as I’m pressed against the dryer.

All of a sudden the atmosphere has switched.

Goosebumps from his touch break through my skin and my breathing accelerates.

It’s been so fucking long since he’s touched me, like this, and I need him to… do something.

Because my body hates me, and I hate me and I just need him.

I lean into him slightly, my breasts lifting and he knows it’s an invitation. His head dips to my shoulder, his lips on the bare skin. Moving slowly, softy, so fucking slow and soft it’s painful. His tongue slips out a tiny bit and he moves higher up my neck, on my jaw, to my ear.

“I heard you last night,” he whispers.

Fuck.

His mouth starts to go lower, back down my neck, to my collar bone, his body bending so he can kiss the swell of my breasts. His hands follow, and go lower down my waist, to my hips and down my thighs until they meet the bottom of my dress.

Softly, and slowly, just like his mouth, his hands start back up, up the bare skin of my thighs under the dress. It’s so fucking erotic and I’m so fucking wet and I haven’t said a word.

His hands move higher to cup my ass, so gently I almost cry out with need.

He slowly moves them so his fingers are just under the material of my lace panties and he groans in response when his hands hold my bare ass.

I’m panting like a dog, my mouth dry, my eyes closed, feeling everything at once.

His mouth is on the swell of my breasts, slowly kissing me everywhere.

God, I want him so fucking bad, the thought of it makes me moan out load.

At the same time, his mouth is nipping the material of my dress and my bra, and he uses his teeth to move them down so my tits are hanging out over the dress. His eyes are filled with lust as he stares up at me.

He groans out once and his eyes fall to the back of his head before my nipple is in his mouth and he’s grabbing my ass tighter. He’s sucking and licking like he can’t get enough and I want Him. Inside. Me.

Then his hands on my ass move to pull down my panties until they hit the floor and I can feel the coldness of the air on my wet heat.

His hands go to my waist and I’m being lifted onto the dryer, the whole time his mouth hasn’t left my breasts.

His palms go to my inner thighs and he spreads my legs for him. He stands in between my legs and I can feel his hardness through his sweats. Were grinding against each other, my head thrown back, my chest lifted in the air for him to devour.

His mouth leaves my breasts and goes lower, kissing my stomach through the material of my dress and I know what he wants to do and fuck, I want him to do it, so fucking bad, but not now, not like this. I get his head in my hands and I tell him that. His mouth goes straight back to my breasts, he pulls back and I whimper, but then his fingers are inside me.

He’s moving, in and out, circling around, in and out, and I’m moaning and groaning and I’m so fucking close.

I can feel the build up, I know I’m being loud, but I don’t fucking care, and he looks at me and laughs because he knows I’m a screamer. But his laugh gets cut off when my hands pull his sweats down just enough so I can grab his rock hard huge dick in my hands.

I’m stroking up and down and he’s moving in and out and I’m so fucking wet and so fucking turned on and he knows I’m about to come because his fingers work faster and I feel him harden slightly before we both go over the edge.

We’re breathing into each other, waiting to come down from this amazing feeling. Holding on until the buzz fades.

We never even kissed. We have never kissed.

And when we’re finally calm, at the exact same time, we both say, “I missed you so fucking much”.

Chapter 41

*Jake*

I persuaded Kayla to come to the party with me and I’m so glad because tonight, I want her with me. I want to be able to hold her to me and let everyone know that she’s mine.

She’s wearing a short green dress and those fucking cowboy boots and it’s hot as hell. We almost didn’t make it here. She had to keep tearing my hands off her.

When we get to the party, there are hundreds of people already there. I have my girl under my arm and she seems happy, which makes me so fucking happy.

We’re sitting with our friends in front of the Karaoke stage and laughing because the people that legit think they are good, suck so bad it’s hilarious.

She’s sitting on my lap on her third or fourth beer and she’s giggling watching someone on stage. My hands are on her bare legs, her arms wrapped around my neck. My nose rubbing along her jaw, she shivers every time I do it and I love it.

“Hi, Jake.” Oh fuck.

I don’t even look up because I know who it is and I automatically grip Kayla tighter. She’s trying to hold back a laugh but I can feel her body shaking.

“Hi, Lacey,” she says, her voice syrupy sweet.

“It’s Casey,” she snaps. I flinch and Kayla feels it. She giggles again.

My eyes are closed and I’m freaking the fuck out because this girl, Casey, she’s legit mental, and I know I’m some macho asshole but I can admit that I’m scared when she’s like, within a 5 billion yard radius.

Kayla’s hand reaches up and starts soothing my head like a goddamn baby and it actually helps.

My hands keep trying to creep higher and higher up her bare thigh and she keeps swatting them away.

Casey hangs out with us for ten full minutes, pretending like we’re all best fucking friends, before she leaves and I can breath again.

The whole time she’s here, my eyes never opened and my head never left Kayla’s neck.

“She seemed nice.” Matt, one of Logan's frat brothers mentions.

Everyone stifles a laugh.

“Yeah…” Kayla says, “Her face and conversation say ‘I’m nice enough,’ but her eyes say ‘I have 8 dead bodies in the basement!’”

Everyone cracks up and I kiss her on the temple, like I used to. I missed her so fucking much, I never want to be apart from her. Ever.

***

Some guy is waving at me from across the room and I have no fucking idea who he is so I just smile. He looks at me awkwardly and then eyes Kayla on my lap.

“You know him?” I ask Kayla.

She looks up and I see her smile when she sees him.

“I’ll be right back.” She gets up and walks over to him.

He eye fucks her as she walks towards him and I’m almost standing when Logan reaches for my arm to pulls me back down.

Who the fuck is this kid and how does he know my girl? My girl. I shake my head at the thought.

I nudge logan with me knee. I jerk my head and Logan looks over to them.

He smiles.

I want to punch his smug face.

I’m about a ten on the buzzed scale, about a five on the wasted.

“That’s Phil, or Will… something like that,” Logan says.

“And…?” I ask, wanting more information.

“And that’s all you get, why? You jealous?”

I look at him.

“Quit being an asshole, you know I’m fucking jealous. Who is he?”

“You’re not allowed to be jealous, from what I know, she’s not your girl, is she?”

He asks this with his eyebrows raised, begging me to say something stupid. Declare my love for her or some shit. He’s not getting it, not today.

“Who is he, Logan?” I’m not in the mood for this shit and he knows it now.

He sighs. “He’s Maloney’s brother. I’ve seen him around the house a few times. He’s not a frat brother though. He’s like… higher education type shit, Junior, maybe senior. On his way to med school or something. That’s all I got.”

Med School? I’m the high school jock and he’s med school. Great. I’m fucked.

I stand and walk to a better position where I can watch them.

“Don’t be an asshole, Jake,” Logan warns, but I don’t care.

***

*Mikayla*

Some girl in the corner of the room has been eye fucking Jake the whole night. I don’t know who she is but it’s pissing me off. I’m sitting on Jake's lap when she comes over to our group.

She takes a seat on Matt’s lap. He looks startled for a second but then places his hand on her thigh.

This whole time, she never takes her eyes off Jake.

Jake doesn’t seem to notice, or he doesn’t care.

I do. Notice I mean, and care.

If she was a guy, I’d junk punch her, for sure.

Thirty excruciating minutes of her trying to seduce him from across the room, I’ve fucking had enough.

I go to stand up and leave but Jake tightens his hold on me. “Just ignore her.”

So he has noticed.

“You think it’s okay for her to sit there, and look at you like that? It’s making me uncomfortable, Jake.” I whisper, so only he can hear.

“You think it’s okay to talk to some guy I don’t know about whatever the hell you guys were talking about, the whole time he’s gawking at you like he wants to eat you?” he says back quietly, anger laced in his voice.

“Jake, he was not-"

“I’m a guy Kayla, I know what he was thinking.”

“Jake, who’s your friend?” Tramptits asks, interrupting us.

I look over at her and narrow my eyes.

Jake sighs next to me. I look at him.

“Christy, I’m trying to have a conversation with my girl here,” he says to her, shaking his head.

“I didn’t know you had a girl,” Tramptits coos at him.

He ignores her and looks back to me, trying to get back to our conversation.

“I just thanked him for being there today. He was the TA I told you about, and he told me about an apartment that was free in his building that-"

“What?!” Jake almost yells, then softens his tone. “You mean to tell me that asshole just happened to be at your work today, and now he’s telling you about apartments near him?”

I open my mouth to say something but Tramptits interrupts again. “Is something wrong Jake? Anything I can help with?” she coos innocently, batting her eyelashes at him.

Thats when the rage consumes me and something I never knew existed takes over. I stand up.

Everything around us goes quiet, waiting for what’s about to happen.

Logan and Jake are on their feet ready. I stalk over to get in her face.

Lucy, who I didn’t even know had arrived, is right next to me.

“Quit eye fucking him!” I spit out, finger in her face. “I’m right fucking here. Do you know how disrespectful that is?” I fume, pointing up and down my body.

“Yeah, you fucking slut!” Lucy yells from next to me. Cam laughs and throws his arm around her.

“I’m so fucking sick of girls like you thinking it’s okay to want what’s not yours to have.”

“Fucking whore!” Lucy yells, she’s drunk. I love drunk Lucy.

“Calm down, bitch.” Bitch?

“Bitch?” Lucy and I repeat.

“Yeah,” Tramptits says, standing up. “I’m not the only one that looks at him, so why do you care?”

“Because he’s fucking mine!” I growl out. “And if I so much as see you look at him again, the next thing you’ll be gawking at is my fist coming towards your face! Got it?”

“I swear to god, Micky,” Lucy snarls at her, Cam’s pretending to hold her back, amused by her drunk state. “I’ll cut a bitch for you, just let me go, Cam. Let me go!” she yells, trying to fight his grip.

Tramptits walks away and we all burst into laughter. I don’t know how it went from heated rage to hilarious, probably Lucy, and the fact that we’re all drunk. Jake puts his arm around my shoulders. “I’m so fucking turned on right now,” he says.

***

Jake surprises everyone by getting on the karaoke stage. Mic in hand, looking down, blush creeping to his cheeks. He clears his throat and then speaks into the Mic.

“This is umm… this is for my girlfr-" he cuts himself off when my eyes bug out, because I’m not. His girlfriend, I mean, not yet. And it’s not fair to him. Because I’m not ready, but I’m also not ready for him to move on either. “Um, I mean my Kayla. Just my Kayla. Just um, mine,” he has a little smile on his face and it’s so fricken adorable.

And then the music starts…

And we all laugh…

Because it’s One Direction.

He starts the song off and it’s so sexy because his accent is in full force and I want him. Really want him. With everything I have. And I hope one day, I can give him all of it.

***

When we get home I go straight to the bathroom and start getting ready for bed. He comes up behind me and kisses the bare skin on my shoulder, so lightly, for a second I think I imagined it.

“Kayla?” he’s looking at me through the mirror.

I close my eyes. “Mmm?”

He turns my body around and kisses my forehead.

His hands go to my waist, as they lift me onto the counter, his chin leaning on my shoulder.

He spreads my legs and stands between them, but doesn’t make a move to do anything else.

He’s looking at me now, like, he sees me for the first time and tears begin to pool in his eyes. I have no idea what he’s thinking or feeling so I spin his cap backwards and take his face in my hands.

“Whats going on, Jake?”

He clears his throat and looks away from me.

“Jake?” I ask again.

He speaks so softly I almost don’t hear him. “Are you, I mean I know we haven’t spoken about it, and things changed, I mean, that night at the bonfire… things haven’t been the same with us,” he clears his throat again. “Are you still mine? Are you still my Kayla?”

I don’t know what to say to him.

I don’t know if I am.

But I know I don’t want to be anyone else's.

“If you still want me,” I whisper.

He huffs out a relieved breath.

“I more than a lot want you, so much more than a lot.”

***

*Jake*

“Sleep with me tonight?” I ask her.

“What?” her eyes are huge.

I chuckle. “Not like that, just sleep. I miss you in my arms. I miss it so fucking much, Kayla. I just want you near me.”

“Okay,” she says smiling at me.

She sits on the edge of the bed next to me.

We’re both a little quiet now, thinking I guess.

It will be the first time since the bonfire that we’ll be sleeping together.

“Kayla… I uh,” I clear my throat. “I need you to do something for me.”

“Anything,” She whispers.

“I know that you said you wanted to move out, and you have your reasons and I respect that.” I pause and take a few breaths, because I don’t want to sound angry or pissed off when I say the next part. “I just… please… don’t move near that guy. I just… I don’t trust him, and he wants you-"

“Jake-"

“No Kayla, I know your naive when it comes to these things but he does, and I… I mean, you’re-"

“Jake, stop. I’m not going to. I wouldn’t. I know how you feel and I wouldn’t do that to you. I respect your feelings and I would never do anything that would make you question mine.”

I take her hand in mine and kiss her palm.

How some jerk-off had her, and treated her like shit, I’ll never understand. I’m going to be the luckiest asshole in the world when she finally lets me love her.