Undone: A New Adult College Bad Boy Romance (Mature Young Adult Fun Contemporary Romance) (25 page)

Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

I moaned louder as he came faster and faster. My fingers dug into the sheets as my eyes rolled back. I could already feel myself getting so close. His free hand traced up the innermost part of my thigh sending a shiver of pleasure down my spine. My eyes rolled back as everything went a fuzzy white.

Stroke. Stroke. Stroke. Faster and harder. I gasped as I felt his hand come down against my bare ass again. I cried out in pleasure as he thrust into me harder and harder.

“Oh fuck, I’m so close.” I moaned.

“Cum for me Nat.” His voice was thick with lust as he slammed into me. I gasped, my toes curling as pleasure overwhelmed my body. My hips jerked as Jake thrust into me letting out a grunt of pleasure. I cried out, everything going hazy as pleasure overwhelmed my body in waves and waves. Each as strong as the last. My knees buckled and if it weren’t for the bed holding me up I’d be on the floor. Another wave of pleasure, still just as strong, then another. I cried out.

He pulled my hair gently as he slammed into me. Another wave of pleasure, this time softer, then the next softer than the last.

Finally, I forced my eyes open, blinked a couple times to adjust to the light and turned to see my best friend- in a whole new light.

He gave me a smile as he pulled out of me, then looked down.

“Fuck.” He breathed softly. Before I had a chance to look I felt something sticky touch my inner thigh my heart dropped into my stomach. The condom had broken.

“I guess we got a little too rough.” I gave him a weak smile. Chapter

I already had the dress.

I know, I know, it’s tacky but come on- my fiancé picked it out how could I not wear it? Plus I was kinda in love with it.

We just had to wait a little longer.

I ordered it before Chris and I ended things which meant it was before I realized I was in love with Jack, and in turn before I realized I was pregnant.

So now, the wedding was on hold. It was probably for the best anyway. I didn’t want people to think we were jumping into it too fast, even though a lot of people were already saying we were.

Gail beamed. I knew she’d love the idea of me being her daughter in law. She’d already started planning everything out and you know what? I’d planned a wedding before. I wasn’t looking forward to it and I was more than willing to let someone help.

“If we have it three months after you should be fine.” Gail looked down at me. “You’re hardly big at all and you’re already almost due. You shouldn’t have any trouble losing the baby weight enough to be able to fit into that gorgeous dress of yours.”

My cheeks flushed. I knew it might be hard to get back into shape before the wedding if it was too soon after the birth but I didn’t want to wait.

I turned towards the door as I heard it open. Jack gave me a soft grin as he came towards me. “Chocolate covered blueberries, just like you asked.” He placed three bags in front of me. Maybe a little extreme, but good to know he was prepared.

“Thank you.” I beamed as I tore into them. “Three months after will give us lots of time.” I turned my attention back to my soon to be mother in law.

She beamed. “Oh this is perfect, just perfect.” She jumped to her feet. “I’ll leave you two alone to talk about the details. You just call me if you need anything. No matter what time it is.”

Gail had been wonderful throughout the entire thing. She didn’t seem surprised when we told her we were dating. My mother on the other hand had been crushed when I told her Chris and I had ended things. She’d been unwilling to hear reason and there was no way in hell I was going to tell her why we ended things.

But when I had to tell everyone about the baby my mom wasn’t surprised. To my amazement she was happy, more than happy.  Maybe because I was having a baby or maybe because I’d found someone I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I wasn’t sure either way but I was sure that my mom was fully on board with the wedding and that was what mattered to me- plus Jake’s family had been wonderful to deal with. They were so supportive and his sisters and I got along great.

I hadn’t seen Chris around in a while, we didn’t speak any more but we did see each other it had been at the market a few weeks back. He was with a new girl, someone I’d never seen before, and despite seeing me and Jake together he actually looked happy. And he didn’t look surprised.

I guess no one was really, except me.

The End

“Move damn you!” Kira Jacobson cursed as she lugged one big box after another into the elevator of her building. She wasn’t sure if she was cursing the delivery guy for refusing to bring them to her apartment like he was supposed to, or herself for buying all this crap. Unfortunately it wasn’t crap and she did in fact need it all. Now she just needed to get it all into the elevator car before someone complained.

She stood and turned to get the final box and promptly crashed into a big wall of muscle that smelled like oranges, sandalwood and disinfectant. “Oh shit! Sorry!” She looked up and groaned inwardly. “Dr. Masters, my bad.”

She stared up at him defiantly as his handsome features morphed into annoyance. “Kira.” She skated around him for her box and heard the telltale rumble of the elevator’s motor.

“Dammit Kyle, hold the elevator!” Goodness the man was as infuriating as he was fine. And that was saying something because Kyle Masters was delicious with a capital ‘D’. And an asshole with a capital ‘A’, she reminded her libido. The doors slid open again and she pushed the big box inside, releasing a long sigh when it cleared the doors. A glance at Kyle showed—big surprise—a scowl marring his beautiful face. “Handsome bastard,” she grumbled to herself.

A smug smirk appeared on his face at her words but he said nothing. Kyle stared straight ahead hoping to get out of his latest encounter with Kira with minimal interaction. The woman could talk and dammit if she didn’t smell like the sweetest dessert he’d ever tasted. The doors opened and before he could step off she reached across him to hold the doors. “Kira,” he said by way of a farewell. When she grunted in reply, he smiled to himself and closed the door to more of her muttered curses.

The string of curses continued until Kira found herself alternatively pushing and carrying the biggest box, which contained her stand mixer. The box was almost as wide as her wingspan which meant she spent a lot of time pushing it down the hall. She groaned when she heard the door at the end of the hall open, the only door other than hers down this hall. “Oh great, what now?”

Kyle said nothing as he stalked over to her, looked down at Kira and  picked her up to set her aside. Her gasp caught his attention for a moment but he willed his body to ignore the flare of desire in her eyes and turned to pick up the box.

Kira watched the way his muscles bunched under his plain white t-shirt and the way his muscles flexed beneath those sinfully tight jeans. He was certainly one good looking jerk, and he knew how to rock a pair of jeans. She ogled his body until he turned and caught her, giving her a knowing smile. “What? I can’t even look now?”

Kyle stifled his laugh and raised the box to her attention. “Door? I don’t live here so I don’t have a key.”

She blushed. “Oh. Right. My bad.” She hurried over to him and held her breath, desperate to ignore how tasty he smelled up close. “Just sit it anywhere,” she said over her shoulder as she bent to pick up a few of the smaller boxes. When she turned she was surprised to find Kyle’s eyes glued to her backside. “Enjoying the view?”

The box landed on the table with a thud. “Like you wouldn’t believe.” Her surprised gasp made his cock harden and he was sure the look on her face was mirrored in his own.

“Good to know,” she replied and turned her back to hide the flush creeping up her body. “So, uh, thanks.”

He gave her a curt nod and walked in his lazy gait through her door. A few moments later she heard the quiet click of his door and went to work opening and unloading her boxes. She couldn’t wait to use her new kitchen toys, maybe she’d even whip up something for the sexy but frustrating Dr. Kyle Masters.

~~~

She’d done it again. That was the only thought in Kyle’s mind when he emerged from the shower two hours later to find his small dining table loaded with a plate of food, a pitcher of tea and a cake carrier. That little ninja had—somehow—snuck into his house again. To leave him food.

As frustrated as he was by her seeming ability to have nonstop access to his home, whether he wanted it or not, he really needed to eat something. He’d been at the hospital for the past 41 hours straight and his body and mind were beyond exhausted. He’d spent most of the past fifteen hours looking at scans from a pediatric patient whose cancer had returned with a vengeance. The tumor Kyle had personally removed last year had not only come back in another area, it had doubled in size. When he’d seen how far the disease had spread he’d been the one to deliver the bad news to little Mona’s parents. No matter how many times he said it, telling anyone their loved one wasn’t going to survive their illness, well it fucking sucked.

His plan when he’d finally escaped through the automatic doors of the hospital was to go home and eat some food and do absolutely nothing for the next 48 hours. Then he’d run into Kira. Kira freakin’  Jacobson who was always everywhere and looking too damned good while being there. She was holding up the elevator to his floor, their floor, with her boxes and she was making a ton of racket trying to get said boxes down the hall until he’d helped just to stop the noise.

And then while he’d been in the shower, the little sneak had left him food.

He wasn’t sure what to do about this situation if he was being honest. What single man in his right mind would turn down home cooked food—gourmet home cooked food—made by a sexy woman with full pink lips, sharp high cheekbones and legs that caused more than one inappropriate fantasy? Kyle was many things, but he wasn’t strong enough to return a thick medium-rare steak, mashed potatoes with butter and dill, fresh green beans and devil’s food cake with some type of coffee frosting. Nope, not that strong.

So he grabbed silverware and a glass, poured some tea and enjoyed the best meal he’d had all week while watching a standup comedy special.

Two hours later his stomach was full of too many slices of cake and a meal so delicious he was considering asking for seconds. He stood outside of Kira’s door and debated his options. He could just set the dishes on her welcome mat, knock and lock himself in his apartment to avoid her. It was the coward’s way out but he was seriously considering it. Or he could man up and knock so he could thank her for the food. Again.

Leaning in to listen for movement inside her apartment, he didn’t hear much until he did. The sound was crystal clear as it echoed in the cavernous open floor plan, it was the sound of a whip slapping against naked skin. A woman cried out in pleasure or pain and another slap sounded followed by a low moan. “Yes Master,” he’d heard the words clear as day. Another smack. Another moan.

Kyle planned to turn around and take the coward’s way out but his hand had other ideas and had already knocked. “Dammit,” he cursed as the door swung up to reveal Kira in a very small and very revealing scrap of black lace. “Wh-wh-what are you wearing?”

Kira’s eyes narrowed at him and her arms crossed, both plumping up her breast and intensifying her anger. “It’s called a nightgown Doctor. Are you so out of the loop you’ve never seen one?”

It was that smug smile on her face that got to him. “It could have been anyone at your door.” He hoped like hell she wasn’t expecting company dressed like that and he immediately kicked himself for the thought. Kira didn’t owe him anything. She wasn’t his. Not yet.

“It was anyone,” she raised an eyebrow at him, challenging him. “Besides who would it have been other than you?”

Other than me? He wasn’t sure what she meant by that and he was less sure he wanted to risk finding out by asking. “So it’s okay for me to see you basically naked?”

She shrugged and turned to go back inside. Kyle followed with her dishes in hand. “It isn’t okay or not okay, Kyle. It just is. Besides you hate me so I’d say I’m pretty safe.”

Those words kicked him straight in the gut. “I don’t hate you Kira.”

She didn’t respond right away and he stood staring at her back and releasing a choking sound when she bent over her computer to tap a few keys. She was clearly wearing a thong and her round tan cheeks were playing peekaboo under the barely there gown. Finally, sweet mercy finally, she turned around. “Could’ve fooled me, Dr. Masters.”

His dick twitched at the breathy way she called him Dr. Masters and his jaw clenched to suppress his groan. “Thanks for the food, it was incredible.”

She turned and beamed at him, the compliment and the smile highlighting her beauty in a way he hadn’t seen before. She fiddled in the kitchen and emerged a moment later with two glasses and a bottle of clear liquid. “Let’s toast then,” she lifted her full shot glass in the air, “to not being hated,” she smiled and knocked the drink back, sucking on a lime wedge while Kyle stared on.

“To not having to cook,” he smiled brightly and choked back the shot. “Tequila, really?”

She shrugged. “I like it.” She stiffened when the sounds of leather smacking against skin played loudly in the quiet. “Shit,” she scrambled over to pause the video when she heard a low groan behind her. “Sorry. Work.”

“Work?”

A lazy grin crossed her face at the flush of his cheeks and the desire in his eyes. “Yep. Work.” She could tell him she edited, created and maintained websites for several adult film companies but it would be so much more fun if he asked.

Eyebrows scrunched in confusion, Kyle leaned forward. “I thought you worked on computers?”

“Well I’m not a repairman.”

“Obviously,” he said on a growl, giving her body a slow perusal. “So?”

“So, what?” She crossed her arms and leaned back so he’d have a clear few of miles and miles of golden legs on display.

“So what. Do. You. Do?”

“Oh,” she shrugged, “I’m a webmaster and editor for Sticky Wet Productions and Bound & Gagged Videos.”

There was nothing else that would have shocked him more than her answer. “I see.”

Kira filled up both their glasses again. “Bottoms up.” She finished hers and stared at him closely before saying, “Want to see the latest video? I just finished the free clip.”

Say no, say no, say no. “Sure.” If Kyle could have kicked his own ass at that moment, he would have.