More Than This (More Than, #1)(71)

“I ordered extra pillows just in case,” I say smugly.

She faces me, eyes bugging out of her head, mouth wide open in shock, a legit gasp escaping her mouth.

I laugh so hard at her reaction, I have to stop to catch my breath.


Once we’re in the hotel room, I’m kicking myself because I didn’t bring any alcohol. I know we don’t need any to have a good time but it sure as shit doesn’t hurt. I tell Kayla that I’m gonna go down to the bar to see if I can charm them with my good looks and ‘panty dropping’ smile. Her words. Definitely not mine.

She says she’s gonna hop in the bath.

I say I’m staying.

She pushes me out the door.


15 minutes later, after I talk to the bar tender, who happens to be a baseball fan, and meeting behind some sketchy back alley, I’m back in our room.


She’s still in the bath when I walk into the bathroom.


“Having fun?” I ask her, trying to sneak a peek. She has bubbles so high in the bath that I can’t see shit anyway.

“Mmhmmm” she hums, eyes closed. “We should totally get a hot tub for your house.”

“That can totally be arranged.” I smirk at her. “Can I get in?”

“Yep,” she pops the ‘p’. “I’m getting out now anyway.”

And she does.

Completely naked and dripping wet and I sit there frozen with my jaw on the floor, my eyes outside of my head, and my mouth foaming.

Holy shit.

Instant. Hard. On.

By the time my brain catches up to my dick, she’s already drying off and putting a robe on.

“Wait.” I’m 12. Literally acting like I’ve never seen a naked girl before. But truthfully, it was never like the way it is with Kayla.

I have to clear my throat a thousand f*cking times so something, anything, comes out.

“What are you doing?” I almost yell at her because I’m pathetic and have no control over anything at the moment. “Take that off. Get back naked. Hurry!” What the f*ck did I just say?

She chuckles at me, then pushes me out the bathroom door and locks it behind me.

Fuck.

I stand there, with my head resting against the bathroom door, waiting for her to open it and come out so I can tell her to get naked again, like the creeper that I am. I need to see her again.

She opens it, still wearing the robe and I’m practically ripping it off her, or at least trying to. But my brain and body don’t work because all the blood has rushed to my dick and she’s laughing at me.

Fricken laughing at me.

Until she manages to push me away and I calm down a bit, but in my head, I’m that 6 year old kid that didn’t get the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle action figure I wanted, and I’m going to ask and plead for it every f*cking hour until I get what I damn well want. Because I’m a brat, and I need to see her naked.


***


Once I’ve settled down a bit, we open the champagne and fill the glasses with ice, the way she likes, and start drinking.

It’s not long until were slightly buzzed and talking shit.

“Did you have a pet Kangaroo in Australia?”

I spit out my drink, because it’s one of the funniest things I’ve ever heard.

“What?” she laughs. “What’s so funny? Did you?” she asks through a giggle.

“No,” I state flatly. “We did not have pet kangaroos. They do not roam the streets or back yards like everyone thinks. In fact, the only time I saw kangaroos were at the Zoo.”

“Oh,” she says, still giggling. “Then why would everyone think that? It doesn’t make sense.”

“No shit.”

“I’m tired,” she says, stretching.

Dammit, now I know we won’t be fooling around.

“You ready for bed?” I ask, getting up and turning to walk over to my bag to get my phone charger.

“Almost,” she whispers behind me.

I hear something soft drop to the floor.

And when I turn around her robe is on the floor and she’s wearing hot pink matching underwear. All lace. Almost see through, everywhere. The pink contrasts her darker skin and I swear to god my dick is about to snap right off.

“Holy shit,” I breath out.

She laughs a shy laugh, her cheeks going red and her face hiding behind a curtain of her hair.

I slowly walk towards her, because her body deserves to be taken in slowly, from top to bottom. When I reach her my mouth is dry and I’m sure my dick is tenting my pants but I don’t look because I can’t f*cking take my eyes off her body.

When I reach her and I’m inches from her, so close that I can feel her body heat radiating, my fingers move away from my body but stop millimetres from hers.

“I don’t know what to touch first,” I tell her.

She closes her eyes softly, “I don’t care, Jake. Just touch me.”


Mikayla


And so he does.

He feels like he’s everywhere all at once.

His hands.

His Mouth.

Everything.

Everywhere.

He lifts me with his hands on my ass and my legs go around him. He groans when our parts collide and I can feel him and I’m sure he can feel me. He carries us to the bed, and lays me down. He stands up to hover above me and for seconds which feel like hours he looks at me, eyes wonder over my body and I’m almost ready to cover myself, because I’m so self conscious and it took so much courage to wear this and be this in front of him.