Teach Me Like That (LMLT Book 2) (21 page)

When I drove to Lexi’s this morning, I had no clue how the day would turn out. I sure as hell didn’t have any intentions of telling her about Rhonda, but somehow she made telling that story much easier than I’d anticipated. The sting of pain I felt for months after I found out about her being married is no longer there. I’m not even angry at her, but I’m man enough to realize that my choices and all of my behaviors toward women since that day is a reflection of that betrayal. I’d hardened myself as a means to keep from having to feel that deep of a pain again.

As I carry Lexi into her house over my shoulder, I know that she’s somehow slipped undetected under the fence I built around my heart. I haven’t been miserable and unhappy since college, just the opposite in fact. I’ve had a hell of a time enjoying women, never wanting to settle down. Shit, I don’t know if I want to settle down now, but thinking of that possibility with Lexi doesn’t completely make me want to hightail it out of here.

Lexi stops mid-laugh when I slap her on the ass. I mean, it’s right in my face. What else would I do with it? I contemplate biting it, but her sweats are covered in grass and dirt from gardening. The disappointing thud over the fabric of her clothes makes me want to strip her down and repeat the action.

“Put me down,” she demands breathlessly.

I obey, but only because her mouth is nowhere near where I need it to be. Get your mind out of the gutter,
for now anyways.
Her lips on mine are the only thing I can concentrate on right now. I shift her weight and let her slide torturously slow down my body. My erection is still evident from our quick, outside make-out session. She tugs her bottom lip between her teeth as she feels it against her stomach.

“I’m filthy,” she says holding her hands up so I can see the dirt and mud under her fingernails.

I’m all for dirty sex, but this kind is beyond anything I want to get involved with. I give her a quick peck on the lips and pull her behind me into the kitchen. A good hand washing is about all the time I have to dedicate to her clean up.

As she turns on the water and begins to use a small brush for her fingernails, I slide in behind her, grateful she has pulled her hair up to work outside in the yard.

I grin against her shoulder when my warm breath causes goosebumps to race down her arm. I don’t miss the slight tilt of her head as she grants me access to her neck. She hums low in her throat when I gently scratch her exposed skin with the scruff on my jawline.

My hands find their way around her waist, and my thumbs immediately seek out the soft skin of her belly. Damn, this woman doesn’t have to do a thing to get me riled up.

“I need to make you come,” I whisper in her ear. The tremor my words cause can be felt from her knees to the racing pulse in her neck.

“Need?” she says playfully. “I mean, I’m not going to argue but…”

“Need,” I growl and bite her earlobe.

With one hand splayed across her stomach, I let the other one dip past the drawstring of her sweats, brushing lightly over the apex of her thighs. It’s a light, teasing touch and elicits the exact reaction I’m hoping for. Her knees bend and dip a few inches, but my hand on her stomach keeps her from melting to the floor.

“I love spending time with you,” I confess into the delicate skin of her neck.

She chuckles softly. “Who wouldn’t enjoy this?”

Her words force guilt into my chest. I don’t know if she’s being playful or if she honestly believes that all she is to me is a good time. In her defense, I haven’t come out and said anything definitive about what we are or where we may be heading.

I struggle with indecision about what to say. Unsure if the words should leave my mouth because once they’re out there, they can’t be taken back. Once I admit that she’s more to me than any woman has been for a long time, then hearts are involved, and that shit can get messy real quick.

“What’s wrong?” she asks turning in my arms. The mood has shifted around us, and she can tell.

I look into her amazing green eyes, getting lost in the tiny flecks of gold. I can tell myself a lifetime of lies trying to convince anyone around me that I don’t want to hurt her. I don’t want her to invest in me too much because I may break her heart, but that’s all it would be… lies.

It’s my own fragile, yet guarded, heart I’m worried about. I’d rather be single for the rest of life than feel heartache again. And damn if that doesn’t make me feel like a complete pussy.

“I need you,” I admit, cupping her jaw in my hand. I can fight myself against her all I want. Hell, I’ve been doing it for weeks. I know how that ends. Just like it did today; with me pulling into her driveway and the urge to see her too strong to resist.

Her hands glide down my chest and grip the erection fighting to bust the zipper on my jeans. “I can feel that,” she says with a quick wink.

“No,” I say with a quick shake of my head.

Her eyes soften as I refuse to play along with her.

“Let the wall down, Lexi.”

Her lip trembles as her eyes dart back and forth between mine. “You first.”

“Oh, sweetheart. You knocked that fucker down weeks ago.”

I pull her flush against my chest and take her mouth with every ounce of passion I have in my body. After lifting her up and making sure her legs are secured around my body, I make quick work of the stairs.

Last weekend we spent numerous hours wrapped around each other, but today is different. Not only does it feel different in my chest, but the atmosphere has changed. We’re not hiding from each other with only the moonlight casting shadows over the room.

“Jesus,” I murmur against her lips when her hands slide up my neck and grip handfuls of my hair. The tingle at my scalp makes my cock throb almost unbearably.

Slipping my hands past the waistband of her sweats, I grip her small ass and pull her against my body. I nearly lose my mind when she hikes her leg up on my thigh and grinds herself against me. Kissing Lexi has quickly become one of my favorite things to do, but my body is going to form a mutiny against me if I don’t allow it more action than it’s getting right now.

“Strip,” I demand pulling my mouth away from hers and removing my hands from her body.

Nervous tension marks her brow when I take a step back. Her head gives a tiny shake.

“Close the curtains,” she insists.

“Not gonna happen. Get naked.” I take a step toward her aiming to remove the clothes myself if she doesn't do it.

“There’s too much light,” she argues.

“Wrong. There’s not enough. I want to see every single inch of you,” I say stepping against her body and brushing my lips against hers. “
Taste,
every inch of it.”

“I don’t look the same in the daylight,” she complains but allows me to pull her t-shirt over her head anyway.

“You’re stunning,” I tell her as her shirt falls to the ground.

Another thing I have to add to my list about smaller breasts being perfect for me; no bra.

My mouth finds her nipple as my hands slide her sweats down her long slender legs. Crouching to slip them past her feet I let my mouth roam up her left leg, directly across her pussy and down the right side. Roughness hits my tongue causing me to pull my mouth away.

“Don’t,” she begs when my fingers reach up and tenderly touch the jagged scars near her right hip.

“Are these from the accident?”

Her eyes widen, and I realize my mistake. She never told me that she was in the accident; it was information I discovered on my own through internet research. She gives me a disapproving look and nods, but she doesn’t say a word.

I delicately kiss the scars and turn my attention to other parts of her body.

She gasps when my tongue sweeps across the swollen bundle of nerves just above her slit, and I hope she won’t be mad later about invading her privacy.

“Hold that thought,” I say standing from my crouched position. I hastily pull off my shirt and throw it on the floor. My jeans and boxers are next. “Fuck,” I hiss when I reach into my wallet only to realize that we used my last condom a week ago.

“What’s wrong, handsome?” I look up to find her smirking at me.

“No condoms. You wouldn’t happen to be on…”

She huffs incredulously. “No way, playboy. This isn’t going to be one of those times where in the heat of the moment we talk about clean lab results and we both agree that you not wrapping up sounds like even a remotely good idea.”

My face falls and my heart breaks a little bit. I was just about to ask that. I don’t know if I’m more disappointed she can read me like a book, or that she completely shut down the idea.

“Don’t give me that look, Kegan.” Her eyes glint playfully. “You promised to make me come,” she says turning back to her bedside table. “And if you do a good job,” she says pulling out a long strip of condoms, “I’ll see about making you come, too.”

My eyes cloud with carnal desire as I stalk toward her, lifting her up and tossing her on the bed. She lands with a squeal, and I’m on her a second later.

“I thought you were going to make me go to the store,” I say looking down at her.

“I was,” she says circling her hips against my length. She leans up until we’re nose to nose. “But I still would’ve made you eat my pussy first.”

“I wouldn’t have been able to walk away from you after even the slightest taste,” I say against her stomach, relishing the way it jumps and quivers under my mouth.

I hiss when her hand tugs a handful of my hair, so I’m looking back into her eyes. “Do you want babies, Kegan?”

My eyes nearly bug out of my head at her question. “Fuck no!” I answer honestly.

“Well, neither do I. So you’ll keep it wrapped, okay?” She gives my cheek two quick, playful slaps. “Proceed,” she nods indicating where she wants my mouth.

“Yes, Ms. Carter.” I love seeing this side of Lexi. Don’t get me wrong, I love the snarky, bordering on pessimistic side also, but seeing her full personality at a moment like this is a breath of fresh air.

My eyes linger on the scar just above her neatly trimmed pussy. I kiss it softly and feel her body tense. Her mother’s words fly back into my head, temporarily distracting me from my tasks.

“This one looks much better than that asshole that knocked you up in college.”

“This one isn’t from the accident,” I whisper tracing the scar with the tip of my finger.

She shifts her weight up onto her elbows. “You promised to make me come,” she reminds me ignoring my observations. She’s trying to be playful still, but I can detect the pain in her eyes.

I wiggle my chin, which is pressing against her center. She hums her approval and goes to lie back down.

“Watch me.” I swipe my tongue over her sensitive flesh just as she repositions herself on her elbows.

Lexi

Kegan brings me to climax with expert precision. He tortured me for what seemed like forever, getting me close and forcing my body back down. Just as I thought he was going to taunt me again, he sucked vigorously on my clit while curving two fingers inside of me. I came harder than I ever thought imaginable.

“Your turn,” I manage to say after what seems like half an hour of pulsing aftershocks.

I climb over him on languid limbs, straddling his legs. “Do your worst,” he challenges with his hands behind his head. He’s semi propped up on a pillow, and the mirth in his eyes urges me on.

Licking and nipping his thighs just as he did mine, I only give his cock light brushes. It jumps several times seeking the attention my mouth is denying it.

I look up and see Kegan has his eyes squeezed shut, his jaw flexes as he tenses it repeatedly. I watch his face as I snake my tongue out and lick the sensitive underside of his shaft. His mouth falls open, and his eyelids soften, a small moan slipping from his mouth.

I draw the thick head into my mouth and lose all focus on his face as I turn every ounce of my attention to his glorious cock. One hand cups his sack while the other scrapes fingernails down his taut stomach. I smile around his erection when his back arches off the bed. I suck vigorously, doing my best not to gag on his thickness, only failing a couple of times when his hips thrust up at the same moment I stroke down.

I can feel him tense under my body, hear the change in his breathing, and taste the difference in his precome. Knowing he’s getting ready to come is a triumphant feeling. My elation on being able to get him to this point doesn’t, however, stop me from torturing him just the way he did me.

I pull my hand from his heavy balls and remove my mouth from his cock with a loud pop. His eyes flash open expectantly, and I can’t read the look on his face. His deviant smile either means he’s anticipating my next move to be incredibly over the top, or he’s about to pay me back in ways I could never imagine for doing to him exactly what he did to me.

My breath hitches in my throat when he flips me over onto my back.

“What’s wrong?” I tease. “Was it not up to your standards?”

His wicked grin and the maniacal look in his eyes creates a light sheen of sweat to mist my skin. Anticipation of what he’s going to do next tingles from top to bottom.

“You have a very talented mouth, Lexi. It’s the provocative way you’re trying to torment me that’s the problem.” He nips at my bottom lip when a smile crosses my face. “If we hadn’t begun our day with such a serious conversation, I’d be tempted to tie you up to this bed and torture you for days.”

“Mmm,” I moan when his mouth sucks one of my nipples deep into his talented mouth. “What would that look like exactly?”

I watch as he leans back on his knees and quickly works the latex ring down his shaft. Leaning back into me, he rests his cock right on top of my throbbing clit. This seems like more torture than what he hinted at earlier. So close, yet way too far away.

“First,” he says quietly as his fingers trail up my rib cage and down my arms. “I’d make sure you were as naked as you are now. I’d need to see every single inch of your amazing body.” He slowly raises my hands over my head and secures them with one of his own. “I’d tie you down so you couldn’t move. Force you to take everything I offer you.”