Teach Me Like That (LMLT Book 2) (30 page)

A soft hand reaches up to touch my cheek; instinctively my head tilts to increase the pressure. “I’m saying, I love you, too.”

Am I a pussy right now or is the tear rolling down my damn cheek endearing? I lean my head down, slanting my mouth over hers. The connection, although it rips through my body like the first line of coke I took-don’t judge, college was filled with tons of experimenting after Rhonda-it goes off with way less fanfare than it deserves.

I love her; she loves me. That necessitates fireworks, a live band, and the obligatory plane flying over with a hundred foot banner trailing behind. Instead, I get a moan and the texture of gooseflesh under the tips of my fingers. I’ll be damned if that isn’t better than the pyrotechnic show at the Beijing Olympics.

“Say it again,” I mouth against her lips.

She smiles and, even though I can see her mouth, I feel her lips turn up at my request. “I love you,” she says.

“I’m going to take you to our bed and make love to you all night. And by make love, I mean I’m going to fuck you hard and dirty, just how you like it.”

“Knock, knock.” A throat clears behind me, near the front door I inadvertently forgot to close.

Lexi chuckles when my head drops and I have to adjust my cock in my sweats. There is no way to turn around and deal with the delivery guy without embarrassing everyone in the room. There’s no way to hide my arousal in the thin cotton, and I guarantee the issue isn’t going away anytime soon.

“Don’t worry, big fella. I got it.” She pats my chest and walks past me to the front door.

A few minutes later the front door shuts and Lexi is walking back into the living room. “You hungry?” She’s riffling through the bag. “Oh! They threw in extra fortunes. You want a cookie?” She asks holding up the plastic-wrapped treat.

I turn wicked eyes on her and close the distance between us. I pull the food from her hands and place it roughly on the living room table. “Oh, I want a cookie alright. I’m going to be eating cookie all night if I have anything to say about it,” I growl in her ear, lifting her off her feet and tossing her over my shoulder.

Her laugh is a balm to my injured soul. “That’s the corniest damn thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Stick around, baby,” I say as I lower her to my bed. “I’m sure there’s bound to be even dumber things that will slip out.”

Her eyes grow soft and warm. “I’m sticking around, Kegan.” Her palm nearly burns my chest as she places her hand over my heart. Her mouth inches closer to mine. “I’m yours.”

I know I promised hard and dirty, but it doesn’t feel right at this moment. Declarations of love and the promise of forever should be sealed with actions that will reflect the way we’ll treat each other every day from now on. Attentive hands slowly remove her clothes. Soft fingertips brush over my abdomen as she lifts my t-shirt, her mouth quickly replacing the fabric against my skin.

Sweats and blue jeans pile rapidly on the floor as eager hands grip, caress, and search every inch of our bodies. I almost feel like I’m violating her with my rough hands, but the moans my calloused fingers elicit as they scrape over her most delicate flesh tell me not to worry.

My mouth is like a heat seeking missile, quickly searching out and finding the hottest part of her body. My tongue lashes at her center as two fingers seek entrance to her body. The sound of my sheet’s resilience being tested as she grips them in her hands, urges me to work harder.

Before long, her body is quivering under my mouth, and her core is pulsing around my fingers. Demanding attention, my cock jumps only finding the cold mattress for relief. Giving her clit one final swipe of my tongue, I inch my way up planting kisses on her skin.

Lexi is moaning, panting, and squirming under me; the orgasm I just gave her only a precursor to the love we’ll make tonight. She’s as desperate for me as I am for her, mindless in her need.

A hand presses against my chest as I tease her clit with the glistening head of my cock.

“Condom,” she whispers. Well, not as mindless as I’d hoped she was.

“Are they in your purse?” I ask shifting my hips back, readying myself to get off the bed.

Her eyes squeeze shut, and her exasperated groan isn’t what I want to hear. In an attempt to keep her in the moment with me, I sweep my thumb over her clit and work the tiny bud with slow circles. Heavy, hooded eyes open as her gaze analyzes my face.

“I didn’t bring my purse.” Nothing like a bucket of ice cold water being dumped on this moment. “No condom.”

I lick my thumb and shift my weight off of the bed. “I’ll go get some,” I say reaching down for my sweats and trying to figure out how to convince the lady at the CVS drive-thru to let me buy rubbers without going inside, for the sake of decency of course.

“No condom,” she says again reaching for me.

“Baby, just hold tight. Fifteen minutes max. I’ll get the jumbo box; we’re going to need it.”

Her grip on my arm doesn’t loosen, forcing me to look back at her rather than rip myself from her grasp. Her fingers trail seductively down her stomach and circle around her wet entrance. “No condom,” she repeats for the third time as she slowly draws her tongue across her top teeth.

I drop the sweats in my hand. “Do you mean…?” She slowly nods and bites her lip.

I practically jump on the bed. “Having my baby doesn’t scare you?” Surprisingly it doesn’t scare me either. I can’t be one hundred percent sure this is how I actually feel, or if the sex fog is so thick it’s clouding my judgment.

She grins up at me as if I’ve said another stupid thing. “It means I’m on birth control, and I’m taking a gamble that you don’t have STDs.”

I swipe my thumb back over her clit, her moans causing goose flesh to race down my spine. “I’ll take what I can get.”

“Like this,” she says pushing on my chest until I’m sitting up with my back against the headboard. “Let me take care of you.”

I flex my thighs when she straddles me and takes my cock in her hand. Our breaths mingle as she rests her forehead against mine. Two pairs of eyes focus on our imminent connection. Hers flutter closed as my crest disappears inside of her. The first hot inch of her core wraps around me. I feel my eyes grow heavy, but they remain glued to where our bodies are joining.

I wrap my arms up her back and hold on to the tops of her shoulders as she slowly sinks down on me. I hate knowing I’m not the only one to be inside of her bare, but the realization that she’s my first is overwhelming. I realize, if I have any control over my destiny, that this is the very last woman I will ever slide into. That knowledge is beyond powerful, and not one single piece of fear comes with the realization that she’s it for me. I only regret that I didn’t find her sooner.

Lexi

“I can’t believe how much I missed you,” I whisper against Kegan’s chest. The slow graze of his fingers up my spine set my nerve endings on fire.

We’ve been in this bed for hours showing each other with our bodies what our hearts feel.

“It can’t possibly be more than I missed you,” he says with assuredness. “For the first time in my life, I want to spend every second of every day with one person, almost like nothing else matters. That should scare the shit out of me, but I only feel… calm.” His body shifts until he can meet my eyes. “How did you become my everything?” he implores.

I cup his cheek with my hand and nuzzle my nose against his neck. “You’ve got it bad, Cole. Are you sure you don’t want to have your head evaluated?”

“I’m serious, Lexi. I don’t want to spend another night away from you. I don’t want to wake up wondering where you are or what your heart is feeling. I want you with me, in our bed.” He swallows hard and shifts his weight between my legs. He’s already grown hard again, an amazing feat considering how many times we’ve already made love this evening. “Move in with me?”

I shake my head, and his face falls. “I’m not giving up my house, Kegan.”

“I need to be where you are.” His eyes search mine, begging me to change my mind.

“Sounds like you’re moving into my place then.”

He scoffs and backs away slightly. “Live off a woman? My ego and manliness can’t take another hit without being called into questions.”

“Don’t get all alpha male on me. And you sure as hell won’t be living off of me. You’re going to pay half of the bills. And do the yard work. And maintain the property. All sorts of manly things to help with that overinflated ego of yours.”

His body relaxes.

“We can try it out,” I offer. “You can come stay for a while and see if it works out.”

“Is there any way I can convince you to move in here?”

I shake my head.

“Then my condo is gone. I won’t keep it a minute longer. As far as your ‘see if it works,’ that’s not even an option. Not working out isn’t in my vocabulary, Lexi, and you need to remove it from yours, too.”

His insistence is heartfelt, and I can’t help but smile up at him. “So you’re moving in?”

“I’m moving in,” he whispers against my mouth. “But first I need to move into something else.”

I moan when his hips thrust forward, and he penetrates me fully. “I love your cock.”

“My cock loves you.”

Those are the last words spoken for several more hours.

“I don’t get why it’s such a damn big deal,” Kegan says crossing his arms over his chest and pouting like a petulant child.

I pinch the bridge of my nose and give myself a second to calm down. Who knew moving in together was going to be such a chore? “We’ve been over this, Kegan. You’re thirty-three years old. The air hockey table isn’t coming to my house.”

“Please?” He slides his body against mine, not caring that movers are all around us gathering boxes.

“You have to grow up at some point.”

“Baby,” he whispers, the heat of his breath causing my arousal to spike. “I’m grown where it counts.” His hips rotate against mine, and although he’s not fully erect, I can’t help but agree with him. “You know that thing I do with my tongue that you like so much?” I nod against his neck as my hands find and grip handfuls of hair. “Let me keep it and I’ll do that for hours tonight with you spread out on that air hockey table. Imagine the tickle of the air teasing your skin while my mouth does dirty things to your body.”

“Jesus,” I pant. “You drive a hard bargain.”

“
Hard
, being the operative word here.” Another rotation of his hips, and yep he’s fully erect now.

“You guys need a minute or are the movers going to get a free show?” Justin walks past with a chuckle. “I know you guys are into the whole voyeuristic thing, but the youngest guy on the crew walked into a wall with that expensive vase when he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.” He makes his way closer to us and whispers. “You’ll live in his spank bank for years to come.”

Kegan takes a step away, and I block his view from the others as he adjusts his jeans.

“Ma’am?” one of the workers says grabbing my attention from across the room. “The air hockey table?”

My cheeks flush immediately. “Load it up.”

I watch for several more minutes as the guys carry armfuls of boxes out to the waiting moving van.

“You sure grabbed a great one,” Justin says tilting his head to the side when Kegan squats down to pick up a box from the floor. His eyes follow his ass as he stands.

I slap him on the chest. “You’re not being very discrete.”

Hearing my words, Kegan turns back and looks at me. Justin in his perusal doesn’t have enough time to school his face before Kegan notices. His brows furrow until realization dawns in his eyes. His smirk as he walks out of the condo with the box is all knowing.

“Lucky bitch,” Justin mumbles before walking away.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Kegan says a few minutes later after giving the moving crew the address for my house. “Justin really wasn’t into London after all, not in a traditional sense anyway.”

I turn on him. “He cared for her. He could have made her happy. He could make any woman happy, minus the whole sex thing.”

“I didn’t even realize,” he says running his hand over his beard.

“Not many people know.” I turn toward him making sure he can see the seriousness in my eyes. “You can’t tell anyone, Kegan.”

He holds his hands up in surrender. “Not my story to tell, baby.” He walks away, and I think the conversation is over, but of course this is Kegan. He turns back and winks at me. “Tell him he has great taste in men.”

This man; what in the hell have I gotten myself into?

3 YEARS LATER

Kegan

Sunday dinner remains a Cole family tradition. Not much has changed in the last three years. As much as I wish I could say Anastyn’s mouthiness has improved, it hasn’t. Her vocabulary is much larger, though. I still can’t keep my hands off of Lexi. She’s gotten used to the attention around my family. If anything, it’s just par for the course. Kadin and my dad are just as attentive to their loves as I am with her. I’ve been led by a fine example.

Tonight’s dinner is even more special. As a family, we’re celebrating forty-five years of marriage for my parents. Needless to say, love is thick in the air, and it makes it even harder for any of us to keep our hands to ourselves. It’s not weird, like orgy town or anything. Keep it together; there are children present.