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“I am,” I assure her for the thousandth time.
“I just don’t want to see you get hurt,” she reiterates for the thousandth time.
“There’s risk in any relationship. One, two, or three.” I try to persuade her.
“I know, honey.” She doesn’t sound convinced.
“Please trust me,” I implore. I can’t walk away from either of them.
“I do.”
28
Reese
Iclimb out from the backseat of the cab and stare up at my childhood home. I can’t remember the last time I saw it as a haven. Actually, that’s not true. I do remember. It was right before I found my father dead on the living room couch. Everything changed that night. My whole world. It was such a critical time in my life, crossing the threshold from boy to man. My father gave me and my budding career everything he had. All his spare time. Early track runs, late night homework. He was my biggest fan, and I leaned on him for all spectrums of support. Coming home is such a fucking painful reminder. That’s part of the reason I fought Dev on moving back. He had a perfect life in New York, but he was adamant about coming back. Why the simple life is so appealing, I’ll never know. Not when there’s a whole world out there to see. To experience.
Kayla is the only thing that makes being in the house bearable. She’s the only thing that makes it a haven again. I feel my twelve-year-old self emerge, excited and happy to burst through the door. I don’t know where this relationship is going to lead, but I can tell you I’m committed to it until the end. It’s not conventional, orthodox, or even public, but it gives me a sense of home that I’ve lacked most of my adult life.
“Kayla?” I yell from the entryway, dropping my backpack next to the door. Everything looks the same, except it smells different. Like fresh flowers.
“Reese?” Kayla appears at the top of the stairs. She’s wearing a long white t-shirt and nothing else. “What are you doing here?” She flies down toward me. “I thought you weren’t getting in until late tonight?” She bounds into my arms, and my heart solidifies.
“I caught an earlier flight. I wanted to surprise you.”
“You did!” She kisses me enthusiastically, wrapping her legs around my waist in the middle of the foyer. Now, this is a welcome home of champions.
“I missed you, baby.” I walk straight up the stairs with Kayla glued to me.
“Me too.” She shoves her tongue down my throat. “So much.” She grinds on my cock, and I’m a dead man walking. After two months of being in a committed relationship with my hand, I’m fiending for some real pussy. Kayla’s pussy.
I toss her onto the bed, and she lands with a bounce.
“Fuck first,” I start.
“Make love second?” she finishes.
“Exactly.” It’s what I told her the other day. I’m so hard up I couldn’t be gentle even if I tried. She was open to the plan.
“Roll over. Show me that ass.”
Kayla’s cheeks flush a shade of red I’ve never seen before. Why suddenly insecure?
“C’mon, baby, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” I encourage her. She slowly rolls onto her stomach and lifts her tight, perky ass into the air. “Nice underwear,” I muse as I rip my jeans open, tickling her clit over the lace, the panties identical to the ones she sent me for my birthday.
The panties I’ve kept in my backpack ever since.
“Damn, baby.” I shove my pants down forcefully, my cock protruding like a steel sword, before hastily yanking Kayla’s shirt up and tearing the hot pink bikinis down her thighs. I pause right before I slam into her, my breathing heavy.
“What the fuck?” A little purple jewel is staring up from her taut little hole.
Kayla looks at me over her shoulder, the need evident in her flushed cheeks and glassy brown eyes.
“Dev,” is her simple answer.
That’s all she needs to say. I know my brother has one hell of a kinky side, and it looks like he got Kayla to embrace hers as well.
“You two have been busy while I was gone.” I raise an eyebrow.
