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Let Me Love
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“Thanks. Listen, I gotta go.” I take steps back toward the house.

“Yeah, go get your crying debutant. Would hate for her to be upset,” she sneers.

“Rein in the claws, Bridgette,” I warn, but she continues to run her mouth. I look around thankful that everyone is wrapped up in their own conversations.

“Why would you choose her? She has nothing you want, or, for that matter, need.” She steps closer and rakes her finger nail down my chest. “I know how you like your cock sucked, I can make you hard just by my dirty talk. What does she do? ‘Oh, Trey’. Just a bunch of lame moans, I’m sure. I would bet you come thinking about someone else,” she keeps ranting, and I’ve heard enough.

“Get over yourself, Bridgette, and—,” I’m about to tell her to fuck off when Kailey’s gasp announces her presence at the door. Her face pale and her eyes filled with wetness. I stare between the two girls, before Kailey bolts back into the house. “Fuck off, Bridgette,” I scream before following Kailey.

I weave through the masses of bodies while hearing quarters dinging the tables and plastic cups being flipped. I half wonder where all the adults are, but I soon forget them when I spot the brunette hair briskly heading to the staircase. When I pass through the living room, I find all the adults. My parents, Jessa’s parents, Sadie’s mom and grandma are all sitting around drinking coffee and chatting to themselves. “Trey,” my mom calls out, but I ignore her, taking the stairs two at a time.

When I spring the door open, Kailey’s head is in her hands. Getting down on my knees, I place my hands on the outside of her thighs, hoping she’ll talk to me. “I’m sorry,” I tenderly apologize.

Her head springs up and anger floods her eyes. “What exactly are you sorry for?”

“That you had to hear that, for who I was before I met you, for the fact that Nate is trying to get you back. Although, don’t worry, I’ll handle that.” I ramble every possible thing I can think of. Not that I don’t regret it all, I do.

“Was she your fuck buddy?” she asks, staring up at me through her dark eyelashes.

I sigh. “Yeah,” I admit, and she takes a deep breath.

“That’s what I thought. You do know she wants more,” she informs me, but allows me to take her hands.

I entwine our fingers. God, her warmth feels good right now. “Maybe, but she’s not getting it.” I use my hand and raise her chin, so she can look me right in the eye like she usually does. “I only want and need one person—you.” A small smile begins to claim her lips, and I’ve never been more relieved. “Please, know, I don’t want her, baby. I don’t want anyone else. Just you.” I gently push her back on the bed. “You’re the one I love. You’re the one I see my future with.” My lips travel up her neck as my knees nudge her legs apart. “Do you believe me?” I whisper, and she nods her head. “Tell me, Kailey,” I beg.

“I love you, Trey,” she whispers back and hearing those three words escape her mouth, all my self-control flies out the window. Not caring about the house full of people or that someone could walk in on us at any time, there’s no way I’m leaving her body even for the minute to take care of the task of locking the door. I pull my shirt over my head and her hands splay across my chest.

Our lips meet and frantically delve into one another’s. Teeth knock, lips bitten. You would never guess we just had sex less than twenty-four hours ago with the way we strip not only each other’s but our own clothes off our bodies with pure lust that fills the four walls. I can’t get enough of her. “Fuck me, Trey,” she requests, and I need to be inside of her so damn bad.

I rip her soaked satin pink panties from her body and toss them to the floor while she leans forward and twists her arms behind her to unclasp her bra. Her breast spring out with pebbled nipples. My hands don’t let me think twice before they’re over the small mounds of flesh, rolling the pink nubs through my fingers. She slides her big toes into my boxers and pushes them down my legs. As I step out of them, I open the drawer and grab a condom. Wishing like hell she would do it with her mouth again, but not wanting to waste any time, I tear open the foil and roll it over my hard cock. “Hurry,” she breathes, and I don’t waste time getting between her soft silky legs, thrusting in immediately. Her moan confirms that’s exactly what she wanted.

Instead of the usual gentleness I do with her, I lunge in and out, driving deeper with every thrust. God, she’s so fucking warm and wet. It’s a perfect fit for my dick as her folds encase me, like a warm sweater on the coldest of winter nights. Her legs wrap around my hips, and her nails dig in my shoulders, pushing me faster and harder. Her eagerness makes me that much hotter and harder. Our lips suck and lick each other’s neck and shoulders. Then her moans turn to wails, and she’s begging me not to stop. Not like I would. When her teeth sink into my flesh, and she tightens around my cock, I’m done. The come bolts out of my cock at record pace, I collapse on top of her, and she holds me in her arms.

That’s the difference between fucking a one-time girl and fucking your girlfriend; I would have already been up and out the door by now, but with Kailey it’s different. She can tell me to fuck her, and I can throw her around like a rag doll, but as soon as it’s over, we’re back to the love. “You’re amazing,” I say, and she just continues to catch her breath in the sweet comfort of our embrace.

Kailey and I don’t rush to go back downstairs, knowing the party will still be there in an hour or so. We cozy up under the blankets, and I hold her close to my chest. “Congratulations, graduate,” she softly says with her fingers tracing over the drum set tattoo on my chest. “How does it feel?” she asks.

“Fucking amazing.” I mindlessly rub my own hand back and forth down her bare arm.

“I’ll have to experience it through you.” Her voice lowers.

“Hey,” I nudge her head up so she can see me, “you’ll graduate, Kailey. We’ll make it work.” I have no doubt we will. It might be hard after Jen...but I won’t let her not finish her degree.

“We’ll see,” she says, shrugging her shoulders like there’s no way it will happen. “Are you excited?”

“Of course. Not to make you feel bad, but no more tests or early classes.” Not that I’ll be far removed from it.

“When do you leave?” she questions, and I feel wetness against my chest. Is she crying?

“Leave for where?” I sit up a little, so she has no choice but to reveal her face. When she does, she has long lines of mascara down each cheek. How did I not realize she’s been crying this whole time?

“Cincinnati.”

“Why would I be in Cincinnati?” I feel like we’re playing some twisted game again.

“The job, isn’t that what Dean Girardo was talking to you about at the ceremony?”

“Kailey,” I curtly spout, a little angered that she would assume I’d make a decision that major without consulting her. “He offered me a job. Here, at Western.” I had plans to make a big deal of it. Take her to a nice dinner, have a real date for once. Rest her mind that’s been worried about me leaving and watch her face light up knowing I’d be here for at least a year, until she graduated.

“What? You can’t teach—,” she says, her voice rising back up to the normal level, if not a little excited as well.

“They’re building that new fitness center. They need architects, and he asked me to accompany the team. All the senior graduates had to do a blueprint for our last assignment. Mine got accepted—well, parts of it did. It’ll be a mixture of a lot designs submitted. I’ll work under him as a paid intern and gain the experience.”

She immediately straddles me and places her hands on my face. “So, you’re staying? You’ll be here for a while?” she questions.

“At least another year, long enough to get you graduated, then we can find somewhere to go together, or stay here,” I admit with a shrug, as though her reaction is exactly what I pictured. There’s no way, I’m going anywhere without her.

“Oh, Trey,” she exclaims. She bends down and wraps her arms around my neck tightly. “I thought you were leaving.” She pushes back from me, leaving our faces right in front of each other. “Not that I would have stopped you. I’ll never hold you back,” she says. I pull her into me, ignoring her disclosure.

We enjoy the moment of peace and quiet a little longer before we venture downstairs to join the party. By the time we escape the bedroom, all the parents are gone and Jen and Caden have left, leaving our usual crowd. I sit in a chair with Kailey on my lap. Looking around the table, I’m amazed eyeing each one of my buddies in a similar position as me. Sadie is nuzzling into Brady, Jessa is searching the cabinets while Grant’s chin rests on her shoulder and well...Dex. Dex and Sam currently have their tongues down each other’s throats. What a change just from last year when we were all single. Usually these parties entailed us sitting around playing cards and drinking until the sun came up.

“You guys have nothing to eat,” Jessa angrily says, slamming the cabinet. “I’m starving,” she whines, and Grant starts searching for her. When she flings the freezer open, her hands can’t grab the ice cream fast enough. Taking a spoon out of the drawer and nudging it with her hip to shut it, she grabs the chocolate sauce from the fridge and plops down at the table. She pops open the carton and pours an inch of chocolate gooeyness over it before her spoon digs in. A huge heaping of ice cream rests in front of her face while we all stare in awe her way. “What? Did you guys want some?” she asks before her mouth covers the whole spoon, and she slides the ice cream off of it.

“Attractive, babe,” Grant says, rolling his eyes.

The table fills with laughter as Sadie gets up and grabs the rest of the containers and seven more spoons. We all take our turns dipping our spoons into the different kinds of ice cream my mom had brought over. My friends...my family, I love them and adding Kailey just makes it all fit together.


Chapter 13

Kailey

It’s been two weeks since the graduation party. I can’t believe how fast Jen’s health has diminished. She can barely get in the car to go to her doctors’ appointments, so forget about picking Drew up now. She’s needs me more than ever lately, and I refuse to disappoint her. Taking a chunk of my parents’ life insurance money, which was supposed to be going toward my schooling next year, I quit my job for the summer in order to take care of the kids. Caden has to work to support the family and keep his insurance. Even with his class schedule lighter this summer, he has to be away quite a bit.

I moved out of my apartment and into their house to make it easier. The roles are beginning to shift, and everyone feels it. Chloe and Tara now run into my room in the morning instead of Jen’s. Drew cries out for me more nights than not. It’s terrifying when I think of the future, so every time it creeps into my mind, I push it back as far as it’s willing to go. I’ve caught Caden crying two nights this week in the quiet dark room of the living room with only the flicker of the television lighting the room. Leaving him to his solitude, I tiptoed out of the room before collapsing into my own fit of tears in their guest room. How on earth would we all go on with our lives without her? She is the glue bonding us together.

Trey started his job a week after he graduated and loves it. It’s nice to see him so happy, doing what he loves. The thing I’m not so happy about is the girl, Sara, who’s also working on the building. Yeah, yeah, there’s a team of them, but all I ever hear out of Trey’s mouth is, ‘Sara thought of this awesome thing we could do’ or ‘Sara and I grabbed a bite,’ after I’d prepared him a dinner. He spent his days flitting around with Sara while I changed diapers, fed kids, cleaned floors, looked after Jen, and watch Dora the Explorer five million times. You’d think Swiper would get the hint by now, but he continually gets caught. The threat of Trey and I slipping into different lives lingers over us like a dark cloud reaching its capacity of water. Eventually, it has to release.

Tossing the diaper bag on the table, I whisper shh noises into Drew’s ear, attempting to keep him asleep. The girls had a play date down the street, and I’ve desperately been yearning for a nap myself. Between keeping the house going and continuing to be a girlfriend to Trey, I barely sleep. My normal routine involves taking care of the house and kids during the day. Then when Caden comes home, I go over to Trey’s, or he comes over here. He’s bonded with the kids, and if Caden has to work late, Trey always takes them to the park to give me a break. The guilt that his life has changed course since he met me hits me every time he steps through that door with a pizza in his hand and the kids go running to him. He should be going to the bars, still celebrating his graduation.

Today will be glorious, I think to myself as I lay Drew down, and he immediately turns to his side and sticks his thumb in his mouth. Turning on the monitor, I quietly vacate the room and shut the door behind me. I’m about to open my bedroom door to crawl into my bed when I spot Jen in her room on the floor. I stand in her doorway, watching her frantically placing papers in order here or there. She’s a meticulous organizer. “What’s up?” I say to her, and she barely glances up before her head is back down focusing on the papers and her hands flip through the pages in a frenzy.

“Kailey, oh thank God. I need you. Sit down,” she demands. I sigh, realizing I won’t be getting those few minutes of sleep today. I take a seat next to her and cross my legs. “Caden will be in no shape to deal with this. You have to take charge of the paperwork. Okay?” Her speaking is rambling a mile a minute and I can barely catch every word. “There’s the life insurance, the kids birth certificates and social security cards, all the financial accounts—,”

“It’s okay, Jen. I’ll handle it,” I place my hand on her forearm, and she looks up at me with tears in her eyes. “Oh, Jen. I promise, everything will be handled.” The tears prick behind my own eyes and the thought of escaping this room to allow them to freely fall deepens inside me. But I have to stay strong for her, for the family.

“I know you will. I’m so sorry, Kailey,” she softly says. “You’ve lost your youth to this. We’ve all lost something to this FUCKING disease,” she yells. I have no idea what I should do. Sitting there looking at the piles of paperwork spread across her bedroom floor, anger at the disease begins rising inside of me as well.

“Come with me,” I insist, standing up and holding my hand out for her to take. She gingerly leans her hand on the bed and rises to her feet. “Can you make it downstairs?” I ask.

“Just took my pain go away pills, so I’m good for a little while,” she says.

I hold her hand while we take one cautious step at a time. Escorting her to the garage, I sit her in a folding chair while I grab the white tarp and spread it across the concrete floor. “I’ve been meaning to do this, but time has been slim.” My fingertips grasp for the box, and I slowly lower it and walk it over to her feet.

“Mom and Dad’s old dishes?” she questions confused.

“Yep,” I answer, opening the box, I dig out their white china plates with yellow flowers and lace intricate designs.

“They loved these,” she says. “We can’t.” She shakes her head.

“They’re hideous, and you know it,” I grab a plate and throw it to the ground. Watching it shatter, a little piece of the anger and stress dissipates within me.

“KAILEY!” she screeches.

“Come on, Jen, it feels so damn good,” I say, nudging the plate in front of her.

She sighs a few times before ultimately taking the plate from my hands. “Think of everything you’re mad at, Jen. How unfair this whole thing is. Take it out on this damn china.” She stares up at me, contemplating her decision. Then she winds her arm behind her head and uses the small amount of strength she has to smash the china to the ground allowing it to shatter into thousands of pieces. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” I ask, and she holds her hand out for another plate.

I hand her the pieces one by one and a smile starts creeping across her face with each broken china piece. Every fifth one, or so, I smash one myself. By the end, we’re laughing at how much we hated those plates and how much our parents loved them when they bought them from an estate sale. After we finish, I go over to the outside fridge and hand her a bottle of water. Clinking the plastic bottles together, we sit and relax, both feeling a little more at peace. “Why did you ever keep these?” I ask her.

“I thought we would appreciate them someday. Maybe we needed to age to see their beauty,” she says, laughing at her own statement.

“There’s still nothing beautiful about them. What Mom and Dad saw, I have no idea?” I shake my head, laughing.

Then the garage door shuffles and begins to open. “Crap,” I yelp, springing to my feet to stop Caden. He immediately hits the breaks and puts the car in park. When he sees what we’ve been up to, he shoots us both a knowing smile. I’m reminded of when I first met him; how attractive I thought he was and how lucky Jen was to find him, even if I hated him. Caden to Jen is like Trey to me. Although they are drastically different in appearances, they both hold great regard to family and protect their loved ones fiercely.

Caden examines the piles of broken dishes and raises his eyebrows to us. “Any left?” he questions, and I search the box, finding one small saucer.

“Here.” I toss it to him, and he catches it. He places his keys in his pocket, smiles at Jen and then throws it against the concrete. Shrugging his shoulders, he walks over to Jen and bends down to kiss her.

“How’s my gorgeous wife?” he asks, and she beams at his words.

“Tired,” she softly replies, melting into his lips as they meet one more time.

“Well, then, I should take you to bed,” he drops his black bag and swiftly picks her up out of the chair. His hand rests on the doorknob before he tosses his head back my way. “You got this, right, Kailey?”

“Yeah. I think I’ll take Drew over to Trey’s for a bit. Girls are on a play date until five.”

“Thanks,” he sincerely acknowledges.

“Any—,” I say and the garage door shuts before I can finish.

Don’t people say not to wake a sleeping baby? Well, those people don’t have a dying sister who desperately needs to spend some quality time with her husband. Drew is a ball of sweat when I pick him up, but he nuzzles into my neck. We get to the minivan and I buckle him up. Thank god, he actually stays asleep. Oh how I envy him right now.

When we pull up, Trey’s car is in the driveway. I should’ve called or texted him to tell him I was coming, but I was in such a rush to leave Jen and Caden it didn’t cross my mind. Drew stirs and wakes up as soon as I unbuckle him out of his car seat. “Tr, Tr,” he asks.

“Yep, Trey’s house,” I tell him, pulling his hand out of my hair again. I think I’ve forgotten what my hair looks like not thrown up in a ponytail and actually brushed with a comb instead of my fingers.

“Kailey, hi,” Sadie opens the door and greets me. “Hi, Drew,” she says, tickling his stomach. He smiles widely at her. She immediately grabs him from my arms.

“Thanks,” I say.

“No problem. Come on in. Jessa and I are just doing the favors for the wedding.” I follow her into the living room. Small pieces of silver wrapping paper along with white and black ribbon and little boxes of chocolate occupy every inch of the floor.

“Oh, maybe Drew and I should go somewhere else,” I automatically worry. This would be his dream to tear all that paper up and ruin everything they’re doing.

“No way, we can figure something out. In the meantime, you can take my place while I take care of this adorable little man.” She scrunches her face into his, and he giggles before locking his hands into her hair. “Ouch,” she yells.

“I’m sorry, Sadie, let me have him.” I quickly rise to my feet to take him, but she shifts her weight not allowing me to.

“Really, Kailey, it’s fine. My fingers are numb from all the ribbon tying anyway.” She laughs good-naturedly, and Jessa narrows her eyes at her.

“Sit down, let’s chat,” Jessa calls me over, patting the ground next to her.

Sadie props her feet up on the table and positions Drew so he’s sitting on her stomach. She plays with his hands, clapping them together.

“How’s it going?” Jessa asks, handing me the supplies to wrap the small chocolate box. The one thing I love about this spunky blonde is she never gives me the sympathy look. As though she understands how much my situation sucks, but she’s not going to continuously remind me.

“Okay. I saw Trey’s car, is he home?” I ask, not because I don’t enjoy girl time. I crave it most days, especially with Jen being so sick recently.

“I think he walked today. I guess there was some luncheon at Filgrees.” Sadie informs me while raising Drew up in her arms and bringing him back down to her as he grasps for her face.

“Filgrees? That’s nice,” I mention completely envious that Trey gets to eat at some five star restaurant all the faculty usually dine while I ate cold macaroni and cheese right out of the pot.

“I know, he really nailed it with this job.” Jessa smiles brightly, holding the box with the ribbon around it. “Can you hold your finger here?”

I place my finger on the box to secure the ribbon while she starts knotting it. “Be careful, Kailey, she’ll tie your finger if you don’t snatch it away fast enough,” Sadie jokes.

“She just has slow reactions. That ring weighs it down,” Jessa whispers and laughs.

“What did she say?” Sadie turns her head to see us. “What did you say, Jessa?”

“Nothing.” Jessa shakes her head back and forth, pursing her lips together to harbor her giggles.

“I swear, if you weren’t getting married...” Sadie doesn’t finish because the girl knows nothing except how to be nice to everyone.

“Oh!” Jessa places the box down and excitedly pats her legs. “I almost forgot, Sadie and I are planning a spa day, and we booked you too. Trey said he’ll cover the kids for the day. I think Dex is going with him. Too bad it won’t be me, since I’m an awesome babysitter, right, Drew?” She’s rambling so fast, and Drew obviously doesn’t respond, but she keeps going. “So, it’s next Saturday. We already booked you, so you’re going.”

“Geez, Jess, give the girl some breathing time,” Sadie chimes in, but Jessa waves her off.

“Kailey, you need the break, and I really want you to come with us. It will be so much fun. Believe me, Trey is like Mr. Mom over there. He’ll have it under control.” She begs me, and I just nod, knowing I could always cancel with them later. I desperately would love to go, but guilt quickly supersedes my excitement that Jen can’t. We’ve always done stuff like that together, and she would’ve loved to come. Maybe a few weeks ago, but no way now. “Great!” She ends the conversation and grabs another box. I think she’s on some kind of high from the upcoming wedding. I’d probably be on one too if I was marrying Trey. Speak of the devil. I hear his voice carry through the front door.

He must be on the phone, and I spring to my feet, eager to see him. I’m at the edge of the door when a girl’s voice chimes into the conversation. My stomach drops and my movements abruptly stop. Sadie looks my way with Drew in her arms. Her expression isn’t anything but curiosity. Jessa, on the other hand, rises to her feet and stomps into the foyer.

“Hi,” I hear her say to the girl. “I’m Jessa, who would you be?”

“I’m Sara,” the small soft voice answers.

Jessa disregards her and turns her attention to Trey, “Kailey and Drew are here,” her voice stern and noticeably annoyed.

“I saw the van. I’m just getting something for Sara. Where are they?” he casually asks her.

I finally reveal myself and stand in the doorway with my hands clasps together in front of me. What the hell am I doing? I should be fighting for him. Letting this Sara know that he’s mine, and she needs to back off. His eyes light up when he sees me, and I’m in his arms in point three seconds.

“Hey, baby, why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” he asks.

“It was unexpected,” I answer.

“Where are the girls?”

“Play date,” I answer all his questions, and then turn my head to look at Sara.

She’s a mousy little girl with short red hair and hazel eyes. From the way she’s shifting her feet from side to side and staring at the ground, her discomfort in this tension filled room is clear. By now Sadie appears in the doorway with Drew in her arms.

“Drew!” Trey hollers, and the little guy reaches for him. Not thinking twice, Trey grabs him from Sadie and walks us over to Sara. “Sara, this is my girlfriend Kailey and her nephew Drew.”

“Hi.” Her hand lifts slightly, but you can tell she’s uneasy, most likely from the way Jessa ran in here and the tension radiating off of me.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you,” I say, holding my hand out for her. A smile quickly comes across her face, and she limply shakes my hand.

“I feel like I practically know you,” she jokes, her voice rising to what I assume is her normal range.

“I have a habit of talking about you constantly.” Trey kisses my temple and hands me Drew. “Let me get that disk for you, Sara. I know Matt is waiting for you.” He takes the stairs two at a time.

“Matt?” Jessa questions, her voice tremendously softer than two seconds ago.

“My fiancé,” she answers. “He works at the restaurant, so he gave us a ride home.”

“Fiancé, huh?” Jessa calms her temper down. “When are you getting married?”

“Christmas. I’ve always wanted a winter wedding,” she continues.

“This one’s got two weeks,” Sadie divulges, jerking her thumb toward Jessa. “Do me a favor and treat your bridesmaids nicely before your big day.” She playfully cocks her head to Jessa, who gives her a small push on the shoulder.

“Congratulations,” Sara’s voice lowers again. Trey’s steps coming down the stairs can be heard before he appears.

“Here you go, Sara.” He hands her the disk, and she smiles.

“Thanks, Trey, I’ll get it back to you tomorrow,” she tells him turning around and opening the door. She turns around when her hands reaches the knob. “It was nice meeting all of you,” she says, and we all scramble to get the same words out of our own mouths.

“Time for a break, give me this big guy.” Jessa grabs Drew. “I bet you’re hungry,” she says, and Drew nods his head excessively.

“There’s snacks—.”

“I got it covered,” she tells me.

I walk over to the window and find a guy pulling out of the driveway with Sara in the passenger seat. Trey’s arms wrap around my waist and his chin rests on my shoulder. “Jealous?” he kids. Little does he know I was green with jealously, and I actually doubted him. I shut my eyes in regret of my foolish suspicions before turning around.

“I’m sorry,” I apologize.

“I told you, Kailey, I’m yours,” he brushes his lips against mine way too short for my liking.

“You were always talking about her, but I shouldn’t have come to conclusions. It’s just things are...getting worse,” I admit to him.

“I know, we’ll get through it. Let’s just take it one day at a time.” He peers down at me, and I nod in agreement. “So, why are you here?” he asks. “Not that I’m not thrilled to see you,” he adds.

“Long story, but pretty much giving Caden and Jen some much needed time alone.” I nuzzle into his chest, relishing the ocean breeze scent that is Trey.

“Let’s give them the whole night. Sara was telling me she takes Matt’s niece to this Showtime Pizza Palace all the time.”

“Are you nuts? You do know what it is, right?” I raise both eyebrows at him.

“Yeah, they have games and stuff. I’m sure Drew can’t do much, but the girls will love it.” He appears so excited at the idea; I’m not about to tell him the truth.

“Alright, we’ll get the girls from their play date and go,” I agree.


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