Maid to Fit (14 page)

Releasing her ankle and placing it gently back in the water, he stood up and held
his hand out to her. “Time for bed, Kayla,” he said.

She was amazed that her legs, which now felt like rubber, were able to stand up, hold
her weight and then step out of the tub. Using a bath towel, he rubbed her dry, creating
a whole new set of sensations.

Let me bathe you and put you to bed tonight, Kayla.

If he thought he was seriously just going to put her to bed and leave her body weeping
and begging for more, he was crazy. She watched as he pulled the stopper out of the
drain. When he straightened, she captured his face in her hands.

“Make love to me, Ronnie,” she whispered, kissing him and wrapping her arms around
his thick neck to lock him in place. He was warm and smelled like the rugged outdoors…like
one big adventure.

Then his hand was in her hair, pulling her head to his as his other hand on her hip
guided her backward to the vanity cabinet. His hands cupped her naked bottom and lifted
her up onto the countertop, forcing her to release her grip on his neck and hold herself
on the edge as he pulled his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans. He pulled out
a condom and tossed his wallet aside as he tore the wrapper open with his teeth. She
managed to hold herself up while she unzipped his pants and pushed them down.

“You make me crazy from wanting you so bad,” he ground out as he rolled the condom
down his length and rubbed himself against her. Reaching between their bodies, she
guided him to her entrance and gasped as he pushed forward.

He felt wonderful. He grabbed hold of her thighs and began moving. Using her hands
on the countertop behind her, she braced herself as the intense pleasure returned.
Her head fell back. He kissed her collarbone and leaned his forehead against her shoulder
as he drove her over the edge of sanity with hard powerful thrusts.

“Tell me if I hurt you. You feel amazing,” he said against the side of her neck as
he continued his merciless attack on every nerve in her body.

Her entire body moved backward with the force of his thrusts. “Oh, God, Ronnie… Pleasure…
More,” she begged.

His rough hands maneuvered her around a bit, forcing her to recline a little more.
Then, once again, he slammed into her. She hissed between every stroke; he touched
a spot deep within her that made her want to climb out of her own skin due to the
intense pleasure. A cold sweat broke out on her skin and her entire lower body clenched
in spasms at the bursts of ecstasy that swept across her like a storm.

“Yeah, that, Kayla, that… Umm,” he growled, and then groaned loudly. After a few more
powerful thrusts, he stopped moving and buried his face against her neck. The only
sound was their heavy breathing.

He finally pulled back from her and captured her mouth in a forceful kiss. “Let me
catch my breath. I want to do that again and
again
. Damn, Kayla, you are burning me alive with all that fire and passion.”

He pulled out and away from her and helped her down off the counter to stand on shaky
legs. After disposing of the condom he turned on the shower and stepped under the
spray without even waiting for it to warm up. “Give me a second to rinse off and you
can have the shower, it should be warm by then. If you get in here with me we’ll
never
make it out of this bathroom,” he said.

His brand of sex was the kind from magazines, movies and books. It was completely
unfamiliar and phenomenal all at the same time. She still felt it all through her
body but managed to slowly walk over to the closet and get a towel for him.

“I have a towel for you….”

The shower door opened. He pushed the towel out of her hand and onto the floor then
pulled her by the hand into the water that was just beginning to heat up.

“I changed my mind. I do want you in here with me…at least for a minute,” he said,
covering her mouth with his own. He kissed her breathless and then stared at her for
a long moment before stepping out of the shower and closing the door behind himself.

She could hear him wrestling around, pulling on his jeans as she showered. Was he
going to leave? Just like that?

“Take your time in there, I need to refuel. I’ll be right back,” he said.

After the shower, she wrapped up in a robe, blow-dried her hair and pep talked herself
into going to look for Ronnie. It was after midnight and she should have been exhausted,
but between the power nap and the amazing sex she felt pretty good. Stepping into
her room, she again found no traces of him, so she headed downstairs to the kitchen
and found him leaning against one of the cabinets eating a sandwich. He looked incredible
wearing only jeans that hung low on his hips.

All the worry over the awkward “moment after” flew out the window when her eyes finally
made it up to his and he grinned his teasing grin.

“Hungry? I can make you a sandwich if you would like…unless you see something else
you’d rather have.”

Chapter Eight

Ronnie’s hopes of finding a replacement cheerleading advisor were looking slimmer
with each passing week. Football season was officially over now at Addie’s school,
and he had tried in vain to bow out of being the cheer advisor at that point. Somehow
two weeks had turned into four and then into six. The cheeky kid would have none of
his attempts to quit, though, and between her and Kaitlyn they had convinced him to
stay on for the tri-county cheer competition.

His only requirement was that he remain anonymous. Very few adults knew he’d coached
the girls during football season; most just thought he helped them determine which
cheers to do at the right times. At least that was all Kayla knew.

He made Addie and Kaitlyn swear that they wouldn’t breathe a word of it to anyone
they didn’t actually
have
to. He just kept encouraging the team to look for another advisor; how much longer
he could keep up the charade he wasn’t sure.

Just the other day, Ian had caught Ronnie watching cheer stunt videos in an effort
to ensure the kids were doing the stunts correctly, and Ronnie had thought the gig
was up then. He’d been able to convince Ian he was actually searching for something
else and just not having any luck. Ian was a little easier to manipulate than Seth
so Ronnie had managed to play it down and Ian had let it drop. Grown men did
not
coach cheerleading, especially when they didn’t even have a kid of their own on the
squad. To most people it would just seem…
weird
.

The wrestlers on the team seemed to understand where he was coming from. They had
suggested he videotape the practices in the unlikely event anyone had an issue with
the coed team or their unconventional coach. Ronnie had threatened to make them jog
to the state line if anyone posted the videos online, and so far so good. If Ian or
Seth found out, Ronnie would never live it down. Pompoms and megaphones would be consistent
gifts for him for the rest of his life.

Keeping his growing feelings for Kayla a secret from Addie was also proving difficult.
God help him, he followed after Kayla like a dog in heat. He couldn’t seem to help
it. The woman was a sex kitten
made
to please a man, and he couldn’t get enough of her. She didn’t help matters much,
constantly teasing and enticing him. After their first night together, he’d spent
nearly the entire weekend with her and he had been hooked on her ever since.

The first time with her had sealed the deal—she was the only woman he wanted. She
enjoyed being with him, too, if her responsive body was any indicator. But where he
was ready to dive right in and take things to the next level, she was much more hesitant
about the whole situation.

A small part of him was concerned she might never want to take things any further.
Kayla’s reluctance made him wonder what would happen if she found out about him coaching
Addie’s cheer squad. Would she see that as him trying to push her further than she
was willing to go?

And Addie wasn’t helping matters. She got more than her looks from her mother; she
got her brains, as well. The girl was watching the two of them like a hawk. If he
were truly an honorable man, he would warn Kayla, but he feared she would call off
the whole thing if she suspected Addie knew something was going on with them. He respected
Kayla’s opinion about not wanting to tell Addie right now, but this sneaking around
was killing him.

He had gone into this—whatever
this
was—agreeing to give over the control of when, where and how often to Kayla. Unfortunately
for him, Kayla wanted to play it safe, so he only got alone time with her when Addie
spent the night with a friend. The girl was obviously curious about whatever she suspected
about her mother and him, and Addie hadn’t spent the night with a friend in nearly
two weeks. Ronnie was wound so tight from wanting Kayla he was likely to snap—and
to hell with secrets.

His cell phone rang as he pulled out of the driveway after dropping off Addie after
practice and instructing her about dinner. Fishing the phone out of his pocket, he
noticed Kayla’s name on the display.

“I need a big favor. Can you run by the nursing home and check on my mom? I have a
meeting with my
new
boss in about half an hour!” Kayla said excitedly.

“Yep, I’ll go over and check on your mama. Congratulations on the new job. They made
you an offer, huh?”

“Yes! My new hours will be from 9 to 5 with an hour lunch
and
I am getting a higher salary! So less hours at work and more pay! I’m going over
at six to work out the rest of the details, which is usually when I leave to visit
mom. So, if you would check on her for me tonight I would greatly appreciate it,”
she said in fast-forward excited-Kayla mode.

“Excited enough to let me take you out for a celebration after your meeting is over?”
he asked.

“I wish I could, but I need to get home for Addie,” she said.

“Well, how about this weekend after Addie’s competition? We could all go somewhere
for dinner. What do you say?” he asked.

“Um, yeah, that should be okay. She’ll be so excited from the competition she’ll be
oblivious to anything else,” Kaya replied.

That hurt a little bit.

He was kind of hoping that Addie would catch on and say something so this charade
of hiding his feelings for Kayla could end. Addie was a good kid, and if he promised
not to hurt her mother, he felt Addie would be reasonable about the whole thing, teenager
or not. Kayla was more nervous about Addie’s reaction to the idea than he was, but
he had said it was her call, so he waited.
Patience.

He knew they hadn’t spent much time together—not quite three months under his belt
of knowing them both and only a little more than a month of being involved with Kayla—but
he wanted Kayla with every fiber of his being. Every weeknight he made them dinner
and then left—unless Addie invited him to stay. He liked those nights the best, even
though a couple of times Addie had nearly ratted him out to Kayla about coaching her
cheer team.

Listening to Kayla and Addie talk about their day, and talking about his own with
them, reminded him of when he was younger and at home. He understood family just as
well as he understood guns. That was the reason he’d enlisted—to ensure every family
had a chance at what he’d grown up with. He wanted that for Kayla and Addie, too—and
he preferred being included in their family circle.

“I’m going to hold you to that. I want to
show
you
how proud I am,” he said.

“Okay,” she said in that breathless way of hers that always brought his mind back
to the first weekend he’d been with her.

That weekend had been like a little slice of heaven. Making love to Kayla almost nonstop
should have satisfied him. Instead, that weekend was a memory that haunted him, especially
when he was alone in his apartment. The other times he’d been with her since that
weekend had been hurried and just not as fulfilling.

He’d caught Kayla in the laundry room after the Friday-night football game that following
weekend, while Addie was in the shower. By then they had both been nearly frantic
with need for each other and it had been over way too quickly with no time for seconds…
or thirds.

The weekend after that, Addie had spent the night with another girl on the team to
work on some of the moves for their competition routine. He’d been able to stay overnight,
but he’d had to wait for Kayla to get back from dropping off Addie and then he’d had
to leave early the next morning before Addie came home. His and Kayla’s time together
had been good. He’d enjoyed every minute of it. But it had also seemed to be over
too soon.

Then after not being alone with her for more than a week, he’d stopped by her office
last Tuesday to bring her some lunch. He’d locked her office door and took her up
against the wall. He’d been like an addict needing a fix.

The office encounter had been pretty hot. The harder she tried not to make noise,
the more he pushed her to cry out. He still had a bite mark on his shoulder from her
last-ditch effort not to make it known to her coworkers how much she was enjoying
her lunch break. He couldn’t look at the small bruise on his shoulder without being
instantly aroused by the memory.

This weekend wasn’t looking very promising either. Saturday was the tri-county competition.
He and Addie had agreed that she would ask Ronnie for his moral support and invite
him to her competition in front of Kayla, to give him a reason for being there. The
competition day was all about Addie and the team, though, and he doubted the day would
end with him in Kayla’s arms.

After hanging up the phone, he headed to the nursing home. The camera had significantly
eased Kayla’s worries so he had suggested she leave it in place for now. Kayla logged
in several times a day from her office to check on her mother’s welfare and hadn’t
seen anything to indicate her mother was being abused in any way. In fact, one evening
Kayla had called him late—when Addie was already in bed—and cried. Her mother had
tried to strike one of the nurses and had to be sedated.