Kelly

I'M LYING ON MY STOMACH WITH MY arms extended in front of me under the pillow, my head lifted up to stare at the beautiful and very naked woman next to me on my bed Saturday morning. Her white-blonde hair is a halo on the pillow, framing her makeup-free face. I resist the urge to kiss her yet again, her lips already pink and swollen from the other times I gave in to my impulses. Instead, my eyes wander along the exposed skin, most of it hidden under the sheet. The contrast of her light skin against the dark canvas of my bed is an intoxicating sight.

She traces a finger along an intricate design of a tattoo on my bicep, and when she comes to the parts hidden under the pillow, she nudges me until I roll over onto my back, revealing the black ink on my chest.

"Why all the blank spaces?" she asks, continuing her finger's investigation over my skin.

I glance at the outlines of the mandala tattoos, some only partially filled in. "They're placeholders." Taking her hand, I guide her fingers over the incomplete designs. "I'm waiting to fill them in with something meaningful to me." When our fingers brush over the empty space over my heart, I place my hand over hers, stopping our movements. "This is reserved."

Her electric blue eyes meet mine. "Reserved?"

Squeezing her hand over my heart, I nod. "For the one who steals my heart."

Her eyes widen and she tries to remove her hand, but I press it firmly against my chest. "You'd actually permanently tattoo a girl onto your skin forever?"

"Yes, I've been waiting for her."

When I sense the subject is freaking her out, I pin her onto her back, my body hovering over hers. "What about you? You ever think of getting tattoos?"

"Yeah, I've always wanted one, but I have commitment issues. What if I hate it and I'm stuck with it forever?"

"Just do what you do with everything. Overthink it until it makes sense." I grin at her when she sticks her tongue out at me.

I press my lips to her forehead before rolling off her, resuming my spot next to her on the bed. "We could always go to Sully's place and feel it out. He's done most of mine."

"Sully tattooed you? Really?" She stares at my ink again as if seeing it for the first time.

"Yeah, he's really good. He knows what I want. We planned some stuff out. I go once every so often to fill shit in. You could come with me next time, get a feel for it. See if it's something you're interested in."

"Ok," she says in a quiet voice, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth.

I free her lip, tracing my finger along its curves. "What are you nervous about?"

She tries to hide her slightly pink cheeks behind her hair, and I give her time to process her thoughts as I brush her hair back off her face. I knew she was overwhelmed last week from the way she dodged my invitations and the randomness of our rushed meetings. I struggled with giving her the space to figure it out and wanting to call her out on it.

When she's still silent a few minutes later, I make a guess at what I think can be bothering her. "Is it Sully? Are you worried about him finding out about us?"

"No. Yes. I mean, I guess kind of. But not in the way you're thinking. I want him to know. I want everyone to know. It was torture hanging out with everyone at Roxy's last night and keep up the pretense that we're nothing more than friends. Especially when I had to watch some chick hit on you."

I laugh when she narrows her eyes at me—I can't help it, she's just so cute when she's trying to be mean—but it just further provokes her, and she swats at my arm. "Laugh it up, Kelly. But let's see how you react when it's you in my shoes. What if some guy had been all touchy and flirty with me?"

I roll on top of her, positioning myself between her legs, pinning her arms above her on the bed. "I'd be fucking pissed, and you know it."

"Exactly," she says pointedly, bucking her hips up causing my very hard dick to rub against her. We both pause, a gasp leaving her lips, the air brushing against my mouth.

"We're getting off topic here," I grunt with my eyes squeezed shut.

"I forgot the topic," she whispers.

When she moves her hips below me again, I open my eyes to discover the grin sitting smugly on her face. "Brat," I say, feathering my lips over hers briefly before I weasel my free hand between our bodies and lightly dust my fingers through the folds of her pussy. "You were trying to explain why you were nervous for Sully to see us together."

Her body tenses below me as I continue teasing my fingers over her clit. She tries to free her hands, but I don't release them from my grip. I increase the pressure of my fingers as I make lazy circles around her clit, never quite giving it the attention she's seeking. "So..." I prompt. "Sully?"

"Shit," she curses, her knees coming up on either side of my body, hips rotating infinitesimally under my weight. "Um...I can't think when you do that." Her voice is breathy. "Sully...uh...he won't tell, right?"

I still my fingers and press my lips to hers, only meaning to give her a small kiss, but the moment our mouths meet, my intentions are forgotten, and I hungrily attack, my tongue diving in and claiming hers. She tugs on her hands, trying to free them again, her body squirming beneath me.

"Fuck, baby. Stop being a tease. Touch me already or let me touch you."

Her words stop me instantly. "What'd you say?" I demand gruffly.

"Touch me already. You're being mean." She accentuates her words by thrusting beneath me. "Please, Kelly."

"No, not that part." I release her hands as I slowly roll off her, lying next to her on the bed. She rolls onto her side, following me. She's absolutely beautiful—messy hair, pink cheeks, swollen lips—and I can't resist reaching out to cup her cheek, brushing my thumb over her heated skin.

"I'm confused," she whispers. "What'd I say?"

"You called me baby."

Her confused expression slowly morphs into amusement, a giggle slipping out. "You call me baby girl all the time. What's the difference?"

"Yeah, and you hate it." When she ducks her head, hiding under the crook of my arm, I follow up with, "Right? You've told me off so many times for calling you that."

"Mind your biz," she mumbles into my chest.

I tackle her onto her back, pinning her hands above her head again. "It is my biz. Everything about you is my biz. I'm the mayor of your biz."

"Jurisdiction," she corrects. "Mayor of my jurisdiction."

Holding my hand over her mouth, I instruct, "Shut it, baby girl. Don't be a brat. Tell me the truth. Did you always hate it or were you lying?"

"Who says I don't still?" she mutters under my hand.

"Can't hear you," I taunt her.

Removing my hand, I press my lips hard against hers. "Please," I beg against her lips. "Please tell me, baby girl. Do you hate it?"

She nips at my bottom lip, and I pull away briefly to look at her flushed face, but then I crush my mouth to hers, controlling the kiss with aggressive swipes of my tongue. I release her hands, running mine along the curves of her body, palming her tits and pinching her nipples, never breaking the bruising kiss.

She fists my hair and yanks, freeing herself from my claiming lips. With a heaving chest and a shy smile, she finally admits, "I like it. I've always liked it."

A grin slowly overtakes my face as her words sink in. We're locked in a heated stare, smiling at each other. "You're such a brat, baby girl."

She throws her head back and laughs and the sight nearly kills me. I launch forward so my mouth is on hers again. "Fuck, baby girl. You're so hot. You make me so hot. You drive me crazy."

I kiss down her neck to her collar bone, sinking down to her cleavage, pausing to place light kisses between her breasts. When she grows impatient by my slow pace, she grips the back of my neck to bring my head to her boob, and she arches into me, inviting me to play. With one hand on her tit, I devour the other, biting the nipple between my teeth and tugging.

"Shit! Kelly!" Her hips buck up involuntarily and I sink down onto her, rubbing my hard cock between her legs. She claws at my ass, and I chuckle against her tit.

"Baby, slow down."

"No. Now." She reaches between us to fist my cock, immediately stroking down to grab my balls, lightly rolling them in her hand.

"Fuck," I grunt into her neck. "Fuck, baby girl." I thrust into her hand, grunting some more. "You always feel so good. A fucking temptress. But just wait," I warn, trying to gain back the control. "Hold on. Shit, baby, stop."

I roll over, taking her with me and positioning her so she's straddling me. I grip her hips, running my hands up along her sides until I'm palming both tits. "You're gorgeous, baby girl. So gorgeous."

Hoisting her up higher on my body, I smirk at her. "Now sit on my face."

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SUTTON COMES PADDING INTO THE KITCHEN, my dog trailing behind her, and I pause, spatula in hand, to appreciate the scene. Lexy sniffs at Sutton's bright yellow, fuzzy socks, one slouched around her ankle and the other pulled up to her calf. My eyes travel up her bare legs to the gray hoodie of mine that drowns her petite frame. I'm busy thinking about what's under the sweatshirt that I miss what she says to me.

"Huh?" I ask, my gaze finally focusing on her face.

"I asked if you need help?" She points at the griddle on the stove.

"Oh, shit. No." I spin around and quickly scoop the pancake onto a plate, arranging things just so. "Sit," I instruct her over my shoulder.

I place a steaming mug of coffee in front of her on the island, leaning in to kiss her mouth quick, before turning to grab silverware, napkins, and maple syrup to set our places. Sutton cups the mug in both hands, allowing the steam to warm her face before she takes a tentative sip. Her hair is in messy waves over her shoulders, face clean of makeup, and I've never seen her more beautiful.

If Saturday morning brunch with this girl becomes a permanent fixture in my life, I'll be the luckiest man alive.

Carrying a plate in each hand, I round the island and set one in front of Sutton and the other on the empty setting next to her. Crawling onto the stool beside her, I watch as she takes in the food on her plate, a delighted grin curving my mouth at her reaction.

"Mickey Mouse pancakes?" she asks with a laugh. "Kelly!" She plucks a blueberry eye off the poor excuse of the pancake mouse and pops it into her mouth. "You're too cute."

"Funny, because I was just thinking how fucking beautiful you look right now. I mean, you're always beautiful. But this," I say, combing a hand through her unruly hair, my eyes roaming over her body. "I'm pretty sure this is my favorite Sutton."

After a quick glance at herself, she directs a skeptical look my way. "So you prefer the Just Fucked Sutton best?"

I laugh while dousing my stack of pancakes with syrup, licking the stickiness from my fingers. "That's not exactly what I meant, but we can call it that if you'd like."

After cutting a chunk off her pancake, she stabs it onto her fork and points it at me, a string of syrup threatening to dribble onto the counter. "What would you call it then?"

Leaning forward, I steal the bite from her fork before it makes a mess and I chuckle at her look of surprise. I dish some of my pancakes onto my fork, offering it to her as a peace offering. She never removes her gaze from mine as she makes a show of opening her mouth to accept the bite. I groan, looking away before I decide to forget about brunch and go straight to dessert.

"I'd call it your natural look, baby girl," I finally answer. "You're naturally beautiful."

I dust my hand up her bare thigh just under the borrowed hoodie, relishing the goosebumps that follow in the wake. She shivers and I smirk.

Brushing my hand away, she points her fork at me. "Enough of that flattery. Just eat."

I steal glances at her as we eat, not quite convinced this is my reality. Was it only a week ago that I was cursing my predicament, pining over a girl I could never have? I quickly shut down that line of thinking, not wanting to sour the mood with the fact that we're together in secret, just like I've deluded myself all week with the pretense that being with her like this is enough.

Reality will eventually catch up with us, but I'm not ready to face that truth just yet. Not when my dream girl sits next to me, the whole weekend ahead of us.

"Why do you keep looking at me like that?" Sutton pushes her empty plate away and sits back on the stool, crossing one bare leg over the other. My eyes get stuck there for a moment before I pull my gaze back to her face.

"Like what? Like you're a snack? Because that's the fucking truth."

She kicks me lightly with one of her bright socks, rolling her eyes. The smile on her face betrays her actions, though. "No, dummy. You keep looking at me with these cute little doe eyes. I can't decide if you're trying to determine whether I'll fit in an old chest you have hidden in your basement or if you're devising the best way to skin me and use it as a rug."

"What the fuck, baby girl?" I chuckle, swiveling my stool so I'm facing her, sandwiching her body between my legs. "Your brain goes to dark places. Good to know."

Running my hands up her thighs under the sweatshirt, I grab her hips, pulling her closer to me. "One, I'd never lock you away in my basement. At least not in an old trunk. Maybe a sex dungeon." She throws her head back and laughs, and I pause to take in the sight. A laughing Sutton is so sexy.

"Two," I continue, lightly tickling my fingers along the exposed skin of her inner thighs. "Your skin would be wasted as a rug. It'd be better as a blanket. I'd toss it over the back of my couch and use it when I Netflix and Chill."

"Excuse me, mister, but you better not cuddle with another chick using my skin blanket! Just know I'd haunt you from my grave and curse you into celibacy for life. A life sentence of blue balls."

"Shit, Sutton." I laugh, squeezing her thighs. "You're evil, woman. That's definitely noted for the future."

"Me?" She places a hand against her chest in feigned innocence. "You were about to Netflix and Chill with my skin blanket!"

"I feel like this may have gotten way off track. How did me looking at my girlfriend while we were eating turn into cursed blue balls and skin blankets?"

"Funny you see it that way, because I feel like this is a warning of what happens if you mess with me." She lifts a brow as if daring me to argue.

"Consider me sufficiently warned, baby girl." I slip a hand under her hair to grip her neck, pulling her face to mine for a sugary kiss, the sweetness of the food lingering on her lips. "Mmm, you taste good."

"Are you going to answer the question for real, though?"

I note the hesitation in her voice, and I take her hand in mine, intertwining our fingers. "I have to keep reminding myself this is real. It was just last week that I was trying to talk myself out of my feelings for you. We went from pretending there was nothing between us to a full-on relationship. I guess my brain is playing catchup. I'm so fucking happy, don't get me wrong, but is this really real? Or are you just a dream and I'll be pissed when I wake up to find myself right back to where I was a week ago—without you?"

She stands, positioning her body between my legs, and rakes her hands through my hair, settling them at the nape of my neck. We're nearly the same height like this, and I stare into her electric blue eyes. "Baby, it's real," she whispers before dipping her head to take my lips.

I snake my hands under the sweatshirt, cupping her ass over her panties, as I sink into the slow pace of the kiss, allowing her to take the lead. Her initial hesitancy is replaced by confident swipes of her tongue, and I moan into her mouth, my hands coasting up her bare back, ravenous to feel every square inch of her smooth skin.

I groan when she fists a handful of my hair, tugging at my sensitive scalp. When she pulls away, I stamp kisses across her jawline, nipping at her exposed neck. "Fuck, baby girl," I curse as I begrudgingly pull away, my hands trailing down her back to palm her ass.

She smirks as she skims a finger over the outline of my hard cock. "That evidence enough of how real this is?"

I slap her ass before scooching her away, allowing enough space to slip off the stool. Standing next to her, our height difference is apparent, and I duck to place a kiss on top of her head before stacking our dishes and heading to the sink.

"Wait," she calls after me. "You cooked, so I clean." She hip-checks me at the sink, taking the dish soap from my hands.

I reclaim the soap with one hand, moving her aside with the other. "I don't think so, baby girl. Get a hot cup of coffee and make yourself comfortable."

She refills her mug and then hops onto the counter by the sink, crossing her bare legs. I allow myself to soak in the sight for a few seconds before returning my attention to the task at hand. When I notice her ogling me, I smirk, turning to face her as I lean against the sink. It takes her a bit to focus her attention off my bare chest, and when she realizes I've caught her, her cheeks pinken.

"You're hot, ok? I can't help noticing."

"Notice all you want, baby girl."

"Nah, I'm good. I would hate to feed that giant ego of yours any more than necessary."

I abandon my post at the sink and slink over to her, settling between her legs, my wet hands leaving damp streaks up her thighs as I run them under the sweatshirt once again. "I tell you all the damn time how beautiful I think you are, and you don't see me worrying about your ego getting too big. I think I can handle a few compliments, baby girl, especially when it's my girl voicing her apparent attraction to me."

She hooks her arms around my neck, her fingers instantly finding my hair. I bow my head, momentarily lost to the sensations of her massaging hands.

"I think you're sexy, Kelly." Her whispered words heat the skin of my neck and I shiver. She wraps her legs around my waist as her hands grip my hair in tight fists. "You've been the gold standard since I was a young girl, but that was only a little girl's fantasy. The real thing far exceeds little Sutton's imagination. Is that what you wanted to hear?"

I pull back to take her in, her cheeks a darker shade of pink. I cup her face, dusting my thumbs over the heated skin. "Yes," I admit without shame. "I want to know all your thoughts." Every single fucking one—I want all of her. I'm greedy for her.

"Well, you can't have them all. Some things are private." She shoves me away with a laugh. "Now finish cleaning, Cinderella, so you can entertain me."

"I'm entertaining you now, huh?" I say over my shoulder as I return to washing the dishes. "I didn't realize I signed up for such a demanding girlfriend. Maybe I might want to reconsider after all."

"Too late," she announces as she hops off the counter, taking the dish towel hanging on the oven's handle and joining me at the sink. She begins drying the dishes in the drying rack, stacking them on the counter as she goes.

Once the kitchen is clean, I pin Sutton against the counter, my body flush with hers. "Now how about this entertainment?"

She smacks her hands against my chest, creating some distance between us. "Not that kind of entertainment, horndog."

I chuckle, taking a step back to give her space, and cross my arms over my chest. Her eyes land there, and she worries her bottom lip with her teeth. I study her anxious mannerisms, trying to decipher the source of her nerves. Before I can question her, though, she voices her thoughts.

"You'd really tattoo a girl on you?" Her fingers draw circles over the blank space over my heart.

I still her fingers, capturing her hand in mine, bringing it up to my mouth to kiss it. "Not just any girl, Sutton," I reassure her. "The right girl."

"What would you get? Her name? A big picture of her face?" She says this with a forced amusement that betrays her easygoing demeanor.

I shrug, torn between soothing her perplexing anxiety and being blatantly honest. Since I don't want to scare her off prematurely, I settle on a watered-down version of the truth. "I haven't put that much thought into what the actual tattoo will be. I'll know when it's right."

She surprises me by pressing her lips directly over my heart, sealing the action with a sweet kiss. "I hope I'm around to see what you decide."

My breath hitches, my heart beating irregularly. "Me, too." My voice is a gruff whisper, but I know she hears it, the smile breaking across her flushed cheeks evidence enough.