My Boyfriend's Dad Page 13

  “I’m so full. I’m so full. Can we just…pause this for a second?”

  I looked into her eyes and an unfamiliar sensation fell over us. Nothing had ever stopped our intimacy before. Kylie had never stopped the train once it had gotten on its track. I rose up and looked into her eyes, cupping her cheek as my thumb slid across her soft skin.

  “Want to take in a movie while dinner settles?” I asked.

  I allowed her smile to force away the uncomfortable atmosphere that had quickly bloomed.

  We fell onto her couch, and I wrapped her up in my arms as she turned on her television. She flipped through the few channels she had before landing on a movie we’d watched a million times before. Kylie loved the Rocky movies. I, however, couldn’t stand them. But Rocky III was on and it was at her favorite part, and soon she crawled into my lap and cuddled against my chest.

  I pulled her as close as I could get her, hoping to squeeze the tension from between us.

  The movie dwindled down and the credits began to roll. She looked up at me with those peaceful eyes of hers, locking onto my gaze as I held her in my arms. There would never be anything that could replace these moments with her. These raw, unfiltered moments when Kylie was nothing more than my girlfriend, the woman I’d come to love and the woman I wanted at my side for as long as I could have her.

  But I couldn’t shake the feeling that something fundamental had changed.

  I dropped my lips to hers, hoping to erase the thought for good. My tongue slid across her lips, begging for entrance as her hands skimmed up my chest. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled herself up, straddling my hips. She cupped my cheeks and pressed herself deeper into me, giving me perfect access to that full lower lip of hers.

  I raked my teeth across it and groaned at the whimper that fell from her mouth.

  Our tongues did battle as her hips ground into me. I slid my hands up and down her thighs, rolling her pencil skirt all the way up to her hips. Her panties were damp, heated with her lust for me as she rolled against my body. Her hands raked through my hair as she drew in a deep breath, and I felt my lips swelling against her attack. She was rabid, raw, passionate and desperate in her movements.

  “Let me have you,” Kylie said breathlessly.

  I opened my eyes and found her staring back at me with something in her eyes I couldn’t explain.

  “You have me,” I said. “Take me any way you want.”

  Her hands fell to my pants before she made quick work of pulling out my aching cock.

  Kylie

  I slid myself down to the floor and took his cock between my lips. I needed to taste him, to feel him against the back of my throat. I needed him to invade me in all the ways he had over the past four years. I needed to feel that closeness with him again no matter what it took.

  “Oh shit, Kylie. Holy fuck, yes.”

  His hand tightened in my hair and he shoved me down his cock. I opened my throat to him, taking him as best as I could. He moved my head the way he wanted as my lips swelled around him. I planted my hands on his thighs, pinning his movements to the couch. I moaned around his girth, swallowed his droplets of precum down my throat. I hollowed out my cheeks and felt him shake against the couch as I curled my nails into his skin.

  “Your mouth has always been—shit…so tight. Fuck.”

  Spit dribbled from the sides of my mouth as his hand guided my head. His hips rose from the seat cushions despite my trying to pin him down. My eyes watered and I timed my breaths, moaning as he fucked my face. I fluttered my eyes up to him and watched as he lost himself in me, in my warmth, my mouth.

  I loved it when his eyes rolled back.

  “Not like this,” he said as his cock throbbed. “I want to feel you.”

  He ripped me from his dick, pulling me back onto his lap as our lips crashed together.

  I crawled up his body and straddled his pelvis while his fingertips moved my panties to the side. I sank down his girth as my teeth raked along his bottom lip, and I groaned at the sensation. I needed him. More than anything in the world, I needed to feel close to him again. I needed the way we used to be again. I needed our past to come back. I needed anything with Adam that didn’t involve our current circumstances.

  I needed to be reminded of the man I loved.

  My knees dug into the couch as his groans filled my ears. My face fell to the crook of his neck. Adam gripped my hips, moving my body the way he wanted as my toes curled. He sank deep into me, deep into the dripping caverns of my body. I shook against him and tightened around his cock. I slid my arms around his neck as my lips pressed kisses into his skin.

  He smelled familiar and felt like home, and I forced myself to push everything else to the back of my mind.

  I ground my hips into his. I bucked against him as he thrust up into me. The couch creaked with our movements and our sounds filled my small studio apartment. He ripped my blouse over my head and cupped my clothed breasts. He sucked on my lower lip, pulled my tits out to run his tongue over my engorged nipples. I threw my head back and sank him deeper into me, bending myself backward and feeling him rake against that beautiful spot we’d found not too long ago.

  I shook against him, stopping as he continued his motions.

  “That’s it. Come for me, Kylie. Drench my skin in you,” Adam said.

  His thumb fell to my clit as he thrust into my body, holding me up by nothing but the tight waist of my pencil skirt.

  My jaw unhinged in silent pleasure as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. Then he swiveled me around with his arm and my back fell against the couch. Adam slid on top of me, inching his cock into my pulsing pussy as I caressed his back. He pounded into me, moving the couch on its legs as he pressed his face into my tits. I raked my hands through his hair, felt his cock grow against me. My juices poured onto the couch below us, soaking the room in our scent.

  “Adam. Oh shit. Fuck me harder. Go faster, please. Faster, Adam. Faster!”

  He grunted into my neck, his hips stuttering with his movements. My legs locked and my toes curled, sending me into the only place where Adam and I seemed happy any longer. I gasped for air as my back arched, feeling Adam bury himself into me. His face moved around in my breasts and his cock sprayed my walls, coating me in him as our hips stilled. I jolted, quaked. I felt him lurch against me as my pussy milked his cock. The two of us collapsed onto the cushions, sweating and panting and petting each other while we stayed connected at the hips.

  I couldn't move, couldn't speak. I couldn't think straight with the room spinning out of control.

  “Oh, Kylie,” Adam said.

  But his voice didn’t sound as happy as I thought it should have.

  He gathered my voiceless body in his arms and carried me to bed. He stripped me down, helping me out of my skirt. I fell onto my pillow and watched him undress, removing the clothes I hadn’t bothered to remove myself. That was one thing we never did. We always took the time to undress each other before sex. It was intimate, purposeful. I always wanted to feel his skin against mine.

  This was the first time neither of us had bothered with that notion.

  He crawled into bed and slipped his arm around my waist. His lips fell to my shoulder, sending goose bumps shooting down my legs. I rolled over and smiled up at him, taking in how the shadows of my apartment played upon his beautiful face.

  “I love you, Adam,” I said.

  His lips fell to mine, holding them in a sweet kiss before pulling back.

  “I love you, too, Kylie. I really and truly do.”

  There was something in his voice I didn’t like, something in his eyes. He fell to my side and curled up next to me, holding me tighter than he ever had before. Like he was scared I’d leave if he let go of me, even for a second. I lay there with his head on my chest, stroking through his tangled hair. I stared up at the ceiling as his arousal dripped from between my legs, reminding me of our love-laced act that didn’t seem too love-laced the longer I lay there.

/>   Something didn’t feel right.

  And I didn’t like it.

  I tried to sleep, but my mind kept me awake. There were so many things that needed to happen. Files from work needed to be sifted through and numbers needed to be crunched. I still had to book the moving company for Adam and myself and he still hadn’t talked to me about it. I kissed his forehead mindlessly as small snores fell from his lips. I stared up at the ceiling, hoping and praying that sleep would sweep me under.

  But sleep never did come.

  I got up and padded to the bathroom, resolving to shower. Things were drying in places that were uncomfortable, so maybe cleaning myself down below would help. I’d never had to clean myself after having sex with Adam. In fact, falling asleep coated in him had always helped to comfort me to sleep. Even if I woke up and he wasn’t there, it would smell like he was there.

  My body relaxed the instant the hot water hit it. It washed him away from my skin, and I felt myself growing heavier by the second. I didn’t understand why my body was responding the way it was. Things had been so far beyond off that it was ridiculous. I lathered up and washed myself down, taking the time to condition my hair. Maybe all I needed was the hot water to slow down my mind a little bit. Maybe all I needed was some warmth to soothe my aching muscles after being weighed down for so long.

  I leaned against the shower wall and let the conditioner settle in my hair, my eyes already growing heavy.

  I dried myself off, braided my hair, and then crawled back into bed. Adam scooted toward me, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close. He groaned and sighed, making himself comfortable as I draped my leg over his body. This time, it was my turn to put my head on his chest, and I listened to the steady rhythm of his heart as my eyes closed.

  I needed to get some of this stress off my mind. I needed to get up and accomplish a few things in the morning. If I could unload some of the stress sitting on my shoulders, things would get better. Adam had always been intuitive. He was feeding off my anger. I was sure of it. In the morning, I’d make myself a strong pot of coffee, do a little bit of work from home, and nail down a moving company to book.

  Once I had that damn hurdle jumped, things could get back to normal with Adam and me.

  Adam

  The sound of fingers flying across a keyboard woke me up. I sat up in bed, disheveled and disoriented as the smell of honey and vanilla filled the air.

  “You shower, babe?” I asked.

  “Last night, yeah,” Kylie said mindlessly.

  I nodded my head and drew in a deep breath, trying to wake myself up. I fell back into bed and pulled the covers over my head, resolving to sleep another hour. The smell of coffee filled the space around me, though, making it hard for my body to rest. I wasn’t sure how much longer I slept, but when I peeked out at the clock on the wall, it was almost ten in the morning.

  “Why are you working before work?” I asked.

  “I’m going in after lunch,” Kylie said. “I’ve got some things I can do from my laptop, so I got them done.”

  “Then what are you doing now?” I asked.

  “Booking the moving company.”

  I threw the covers off my head and sat up in bed.

  “What?” I asked.

  “I’m booking the moving company. I’m not sure what you’re going to do, but I’m having someone else move my stuff for me,” she said.

  “So we’re not going to even talk about it?”

  “I tried that, remember?” she asked.

  She went back to sipping on her coffee and poking away at her laptop as I slid off her bed.

  “Do you want to talk about it?” Kylie asked.

  “No, I don’t want to talk about it.”

  “Suit yourself.”

  “What is this, some sort of reverse psychology?”

  She panned her gaze over to me with a confused look on her face.

  “No? You don’t want to talk about it, so I’m not. You can move however you see fit. I’m booking what I want for the move.”

  “So we’re moving in together but not actually doing it together,” I said.

  “Look, I don’t know what you’re trying to do, but I haven’t had enough coffee for it. There’s some for you in the pot. Make yourself a cup, and if you want to talk about it, we’ll talk about it.”

  “No, I don’t want to talk about it!”

  “Then why the hell are you giving me such a hard time about it?” she asked. “First you didn’t want to talk and we had a fight. Now you're pissed we aren’t talking about it and we’re about to have another fight. Yet you just stood there and claimed you didn’t want to talk about it like last time—before we fought.”

  I clenched my jaw and picked up my clothes, pulling them on as fast as I could.

  “Adam, come on. Don’t do this. Get some coffee and wake up a second. You’re terrible in the morning when you don't have coffee.”

  “I don’t need this,” I said.

  “Need what?” Kylie asked.

  “You do whatever you want.”

  “I know. That’s what I’m doing. I want to move into this apartment because it’s beautiful and has a great view, so I’m making plans to move in nine days. What do you want to do?”

  I glared at her as I pulled my shoes onto my feet.

  “I don’t have time for this,” I said. “I’ll call you later.”

  “If I don’t pick up, I’m at work.”

  She said it so nonchalantly, like she didn’t give a shit if I called her or not.

  “You couldn't even let us have one night, could you?” I asked.

  Her eyes slowly panned up to mine from her laptop.

  “I’m not letting you bait me into another argument just so we can have make-up sex and pretend like this isn’t happening. You signed a lease, and you’re lucky I can still foot the rent should you choose not to move in with me.”

  “Of course I want to move in with you!”

  “But you don’t want to take any of the steps to actually do the moving. What did you think was going to happen once your name was put on it? Did you think you were going to close your eyes and poof! Be in a new apartment?”

  “The last thing I need is you chastising me,” I said.

  “At this point, I’m not even sure I am. You’re the one who approached me with this, remember? You’re the one who showed up out of the blue, knocked down my damn door, and told me, ‘Let’s do it. Let’s do it, Kylie. Oh yeah, let’s do it.’”

  “I do not sound like that.”

  “You do right now,” she said under her breath.

  “What was that?”

  “I said you do right now,” she said, exaggerating each word.

  “Call me when your fucking attitude changes.”

  “Call me when you have plans to move,” she said.

  I slammed out of her apartment and raced down the stairs, jamming myself into my car. I sped out of there as fast as I could and headed straight for Sawyer’s office. I marched through the lobby and ran up the steps, taking them in threes before I shoved my way onto the fifth floor of the office building.

  I knocked rapidly on Sawyer’s door until he opened.

  “I’m with a patient,” he said.

  “What are you doing for lunch?” I asked.

  “Nothing, since you look like hell. Sit and wait. After this patient we can talk,” he said.

  I sat in the waiting room of his office and listened as someone sobbed their eyes out behind the door. Fucking people who didn’t know how to deal with their shit. I’d never pay someone three hundred bucks a session to listen to me bitch and moan about shit. But I was thankful Sawyer was going to talk with me over his lunch break. I knew I was being irrational about this moving thing. I knew everything Kylie was saying about my attitude was right.

  But what the hell was I supposed to do about it?

  Sawyer opened his door and a woman with a red nose and puffy eyes came stalking out. He led her to the door and r
ubbed her back, then handed her a reminder for her next appointment. He looked at me and nodded his head, and I scrambled to my feet so we could have lunch in his office.

  “A sandwich from downstairs sound good to you?” he asked as he picked up his phone.

  “That’s fine. I’m not really hungry anyway,” I said.

  Sawyer placed our order for lunch, then came and sat on the couch next to me. He stared at me from beyond his glasses, shrinking me down and waiting for me to begin.

  “Don’t give me that look.”

  “What look?” he asked.

  “That look that says you’re ready to analyze and pick apart everything I say.”

  “I always do that.”

  “Well don’t do it now.”

  “Why? Scared of what I might find?” he asked.

  “I need Sawyer, not Dr. Shrinky Dink.”

  “That’s a good name. I should put that on my door from now on.”

  He smiled at me, and it pulled a chuckle from my throat.

  “I don’t even know what’s wrong with me anymore,” I said.

  “I take it this is still about the move?” Sawyer asked.

  “Every time she brings it up, I bristle. It’s like this automatic reaction to the word ‘move.’ All this word vomit just spews out. It’s insane. She’s frustrated. I’m frustrated. I know I’m sending mixed signals. I know I was the one who brought this up. But it’s like I have no fucking control over what I’m saying once that damn word hits my ears.”

  “I’m just going to let you keep talking, because you’re literally giving yourself the answer,” he said.

  “Things feel different between us, man. And I snap every time Kylie brings up moving in together.”

  “What do you mean it feels different?”

  “Like last night. I called her up and practically begged her to have dinner with me. We sit down, I apologize for our last explosive fight, we go back to her place and have fucking awesome make-up sex, but it’s different. Right? Like, we have this ritual, things that always happen when we’re about to have sex.”