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.