onto him, kissing him as she tried to hold back, god knows that she tried, but she couldn’t. As her orgasm slammed into her, the need to tell him just how much she loved him was overwhelming.
She opened her mouth to scream it, but instead she somehow found herself screaming his name and telling herself that it was too soon.
Chapter 46
Two Amazing Weeks Later
“What time is it?” Reese asked, as he rubbed his hand down his face, careful not to disturb her.
“Four in the morning,” she said, using him as a pillow as she continued to absently trace circles on his stomach while she watched Harry Potter.
“What are you doing?” he asked, wrapping his arm around her with a pointed look at the shirt that she’d helped herself to. It just happened to be his last shirt, which meant that he was going to have to “borrow” one of the many shirts that she’d stolen from him so that he had something to wear on the drive home today.
She didn’t want him to go, but she didn’t have much of a choice in the matter.
“Wondering why I never received my Hogwarts letter,” she said with a heartfelt sigh that had his lips twitching.
“Are you okay?” he asked, gently caressing her arm as he held her.
“I should be asking you that,” she said, shifting so that she was looking at him.
“I’m fine,” he said softly, reaching up and running his fingers through her short hair. “Besides, I’ll be back before you know it.”
“Promise?”
“I promise,” he swore as she snuggled closer, laying her head on his chest as she tried to enjoy the last few hours they had together before he had to go.
Technically, he should have left last night and he probably would have if Mikey hadn’t fallen asleep early. He’d wanted a chance to say goodbye to her, but he wasn’t willing to wake her up and upset her. She tried not to think about what time it was or the fact that he was going to be leaving in a few hours.
Right now he was here and nothing else mattered. She was just going to enjoy their time together and most likely take advantage of his incredible body one last time before he had to leave. She was going to enjoy being in his arms, touching him, and all the things that she’d never shared with a man before.
Intimacy.
Even with Michael she’d never had this type of affection where everything felt right with one simple touch. She’d never felt like everything in her world was perfect, felt safe, cared for, and cherished from just a simple touch, she thought as she turned her head and pressed a kiss against his chest. The soft groan that he released as he tightened his hold on her had her pressing another kiss against his chest, unable to help herself, and smiling when he released another groan.
She pressed another kiss against his chest, realizing the other important thing that had been missing all those years ago.
Fun.
This was definitely fun, she thought with a smile as she pressed another kiss against his chest while she ran her hand over his stomach, loving the way that his breath caught so she did it again. When he moved his hand from her back to her breast and gave it a small squeeze with another one of those groans, she lost that smile and released one of her own.
She pressed one last kiss against his chest before she laid her head back on his shoulder and focused on running her hand over his stomach as he gave her breast another light squeeze. Licking her lips and shifting, she watched her hand move over him, listening to his soft moans as her gaze moved to the large bulge pressing against his boxers in an attempt to break free.
Her hand continued to caress his stomach, once, twice, as she stared down at the bulge until she wasn’t able to help herself and she slid her hand down the front of his boxer’s.
“Oh, fuck,” Reese moaned as she slid her hand over him.
She ran her hand over him, caressing him through the soft cotton material with a shuddering breath. When he pressed a kiss against the top of her head with a groan, she licked her lips and continued to rub him a little more firmly, loving the way that he felt against her hand.
After another minute, she realized that she wanted more. She fumbled with the single button keeping his boxers closed and when she finally had it open, she slid her hand inside and wrapped her hand around him. Licking her lips, she pulled him free and leaned forward, taking the large tip into her mouth with a moan, because this was definitely better than anything she’d experienced before.
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Oh, fuck…
Licking his lips, he watched as Kasey took the tip of his cock in her mouth and moaned. She moved her mouth over him slowly, taking her time as he fought for control. When she shifted so that she was kneeling on the bed with the tip of his cock in her mouth, he’d had enough and reached for her only to have his hand gently slapped away while she moaned around him.
Christ, she was killing him, he thought, licking his lips as he watched her lips slowly move down his cock, her teeth teasing the sensitive spot as her tongue glided along the underside. Moaning, he shifted, careful not to pull his cock away from her so that he could grab her by the hips and move her closer.
When he had her where he wanted her, he pushed her shirt up and over her ass so that he had better access to the soft pink panties that she’d put on after their shower. He’d prefer to have her sleeping naked in his arms, but with Mikey in the house they were careful. This thing between them was still new and although Mikey knew that they were dating, they still kept their hands to themselves when she was around.
But, the moment she was out of the room…
He couldn’t get enough of her.
He’d spent every day with them. When he hadn’t been working on the bathroom that they were still haggling over, he was helping Kasey cook dinner, tossing the ball around with Mikey, taking her swimming, they watched movies, walked along the beach with Mikey until it was time for her to go to bed and as soon as they were sure that she was asleep, he was touching her. They’d make love all night sometimes, always making sure that he was in his own bed in the morning so that he could be there just in case Mikey decided to come knocking on his door first thing in the morning, begging him to play catch with her so that she could practice her fast ball before she had to go to camp, which she did pretty much every morning.
Leaning up, he pressed a kiss against the bottom of one cotton-encased cheek while he slowly pulled off her panties. As he pushed them down, he pressed a kiss against her bare cheek, smiling when she moaned. Helping her wiggle out of her panties, he kissed her other cheek before sliding one finger deep inside her to find her wet, hot, and tight.
Imagining just how good she was going to feel around him, he laid back and ran his fingers through her hair, loving the way the short silky locks felt running through his fingers as he continued to work his other hand between her legs. Unable to help himself, he allowed his eyes to drift shut only to open them again a minute later when he felt her shift away from him.
He watched as she climbed on top of him and sat back, tearing a hiss from him when he felt the soft curve of her ass press against his thighs while her slit nestled his cock just right. Groaning, he licked his lips as he cupped her hip and enjoyed the feel of wet pussy sliding against him. He was definitely going to miss waking up every morning to this, he mused, deciding that he was going to haul ass down here every Thursday night after his shift so that he could wake up like this on every one of his days off.
Keeping her eyes locked with his, she reached down, grabbed the hem of the tee shirt that she’d stolen from him and after a slight hesitation, she pulled it off and tossed it aside, tearing another groan from him, because he’d never seen anything more beautiful in his life.
He took in her tear shaped breasts, the small hard nipples that had his cock bouncing in anticipation, the soft curve of her stomach and the dark hair between her thighs and the plump lips spread over his cock and nearly lost it right then. He reached up to cup one of her beautiful breasts in his hand,
but found himself cupping the back of her neck instead and hauling her down for a kiss, telling himself that this was going to have to be enough.
For now.
Chapter 47
September
“Are you insane?” Sara demanded, as she was forced to jump out of the way.
“Yes!” Kasey snapped, gesturing with the hot casserole pan for her best friend, who she loved more than anything, to get the hell out of the way before she was forced to take matters into her own hands and slap her silly until she moved.
“Told you so,” Mikey said with a shrug as she continued to roll her baseball between her hands as she kept an eye on the front door.
“Shouldn’t she be in bed?” Sara asked, gesturing towards Mikey who was still sitting on the kitchen floor where she’d been since she came home from school five hours ago.
“Probably,” she agreed, placing the casserole on the kitchen island so that she could rush back to the stove and add the dumpling batter to the pot of beef stew.
“Why are you making so much food?” Sara asked, pulling her phone out to check her email while Kasey rushed back to the double ovens and pulled out the mile high apple pie that she’d decided to make to help pass the time.
She set the apple pie down between the meatloaf and the mashed potatoes and grumbled, “I have no freaking idea.”
“She’s nervous,” the little traitor rolling the ball between her hands said.
“I can see that,” Sara murmured as she put her phone away.
“Don’t,” Kasey said in a preemptive strike, because she was honestly too damn nervous and tired to come up with anything better.
She hadn’t slept well in two weeks, not since she woke up to find Reese, along with one of the shirts that she’d rightfully claimed as her own, gone. Since then, she’d worked hard returning to the way things had been before she’d decided to single-handedly remove her kitchen sink. She got up in the morning, telling herself that she didn’t miss sleeping in his arms, took a shower, got ready, made too much food for breakfast, dragged Mikey to school before returning home and keeping herself busy.
It had actually been a pretty productive two weeks. She’d managed to clean the house from top to bottom, went through all of Mikey’s old clothes, rearranged the kitchen half a dozen times until she had everything the way that she wanted it, played with a few recipes to add to her website, completed ten cooking requests, gave five cooking lessons, catered two baby showers, a bridal shower and an office luncheon, gave her website a makeover, finished her latest cookbook, and when all that was said and done, she’d managed to binge on The Game of Thrones.
That is, when she wasn’t looking at her phone to see if Reese had texted her or called her, because apparently, she was that pathetic now. She couldn’t fall asleep anymore unless she was wearing one of his shirts and even then, she didn’t sleep well. Most nights she stayed awake, working until she was too tired to do anything more than to curl up on her couch and stare at the television.
She missed him.
The phone calls, texts, and nightly FaceTimes helped, but they didn’t make up for the fact that he wasn’t here. It probably wouldn’t have been so bad if he’d been able to come back last week like he’d promised, but he’d been forced to stay to take training that he’d missed while he’d been on paid leave.
She’d been disappointed, but she’d understood. He had a life that he needed to get back to and so did she. She had Mikey, her website, Sara, the PTA, and the hundreds of things that had kept her busy before she’d met Reese, but none of those things kept her from missing Reese.
And the sex.
God, had she missed the sex, she thought, biting back a groan as she checked to make sure that they had plenty of French vanilla ice cream to go along with the pies that she’d made. It was either that or check the clock for the hundredth time.
“He’s not coming,” Mikey said with a heavy sigh.
“He’s coming,” she said, deciding that she should make some coffee cake for breakfast tomorrow.
“But, what if he doesn’t?” Mikey asked, shifting so that she was facing the kitchen instead of the front door.
“Then he doesn’t show,” she said with a shrug and a smile even though the idea of Reese not coming made her sick to her stomach, but she couldn’t let Mikey know that.
As she grabbed a pound of butter out the fridge and placed it on the kitchen island she couldn’t help but wonder if she should have kept her relationship with Reese, whatever it was, from Mikey until she had an idea of where this was going. She’d never actually given it much thought before him, because she’d honestly never expected to find herself in this situation.
“Sweetheart, if he doesn’t come-”
“He’s not coming?” Mikey cried, cutting her off before she could finish her thought.
“That’s not what I-”
But, before she could finish, Mikey was up and running and she was left standing there, shaking her head and at least thankful that Reese had the foresight to put a lock on the attic ladder so that Mikey couldn’t lock herself away in the attic anymore. Which begged the question, where was she planning on hiding now?
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“Mikey!”
“No, I’m not coming down!”
“Yeah, you will if you don’t want me to come up there and drag you down!” the woman that he’d missed yelled up at the little girl that was currently perched on the roof that needed to be replaced before it started leaking.
That was something that was going to have to wait, he decided as he dragged himself out of his truck and headed towards the pissed off woman that he couldn’t wait to pull into his arms. But, that was going to have to wait until after he got Mikey off the roof before she gave him a fucking heart attack.
“You’re afraid of heights!” Mikey reminded her mother, who was still glaring at the ladder that he was going to have to put out of Mikey’s reach after this.
“Which means that if I have to go up there to get you that you will definitely regret it!” Kasey yelled, moving to grab hold of the ladder to go after her daughter, but he was honestly too fucking tired to play any games tonight.
“You’re in the way,” he said, moving her out of the way so that he could climb up the ladder and grab the little girl that he was going to throttle if she kept scaring them like this.
“Reese?” Mikey said, sounding unsure as she got her first glimpse of him in his uniform. When she saw the expression on his face, her expression changed to panic as she muttered, “Uh oh,” and quickly shifted so that she was sliding back down the roof that he’d better not catch her on again, onto the ladder and-
“Stay off the roof,” he said evenly as he wrapped his arm around her and carried her down the rest of the way.
Before she could argue, he was setting her down on her feet and giving her a look that had her shooting him a sheepish smile before turning around, racing back inside, and hopefully getting ready for bed so that he could call it a fucking night.
“You’re late,” the small woman that he’d missed informed him with a sniffle as she marched past him and went inside, leaving him standing there, smiling, because she was a brutal little thing.
Returning to his truck, he grabbed his bag filled with brand new shirts for the devious woman to steal and went inside, walking past Sara, who shot him a wink, Mikey who was now racing to get ready for bed most likely so that Kasey, who was pulling something out of the oven, didn’t throttle her, and headed towards her bedroom.
As soon as he was inside, he tossed his bag aside, stripped down to his boxers, fell face first onto the bed, determined to catch up on all the sleep he’d lost over the past two weeks before he tried to figure out what he was going to do about this situation, because there was no way in hell that he was going to survive spending another night without her.
Chapter 48
“Move over,” she said, not really caring that she was whining, because she was too damn tired to
care.
“No!” the cranky ten-year-old that clearly didn’t understand what it meant to give birth without an epidural said, because if she did, she would move her little butt over so that Kasey could lay down before she dropped dead from exhaustion.
“I will spank you!” Kasey snapped, which earned a snort of amusement from the little bed hog.
“Mikey,” she warned.
“What’s wrong with your bed?” the little bully demanded.
“There’s a large cop sprawled out across it,” she said, giving Mikey another nudge only to have the small child sprawl out across the bed even more, effectively blocking her.
“So? Push him over,” Mikey grumbled.
“He weighs a ton,” she muttered pathetically as she considered crashing on the couch, but she was too tired to wrestle with all the crap that Mikey had left on it.