I turn from the window and he is right there. As in right there. My chest is touching his and when I look up he's staring at me, eyes hooded, filled with l.u.s.t.

"You know..." he says, his hand on my waist, moving us to my left slightly, "we never really talked about what happened the other morning."

My eyes dart away from him, I can't face him anymore.

He takes one step forward, pinning my body to the wall, lifting my chin with his finger so I have no choice but to see him. He c.o.c.ks an eyebrow in question.

A squeak of a noise comes out.

He smiles.

"Kayla..." he whispers, his head falling to my shoulder, his lips slightly kissing the exposed skin, before his mouth opens and his tongue darts out just the slightest.

My skin breaks out in gooseb.u.mps and I shiver, but not from the cold.

His hands are on my waist again, his thumbs moving up and down on my stomach, under my top. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, biting my bottom lip to stop me from smashing my mouth against his.

When I open my eyes, he's watching me.

He pushes further into me, his bottom half plastered into mine. I can feel how much he wants this, how much he wants me.

He's kissing up my neck, to my jaw and around my mouth, but he stop himself from kissing me properly.

He groans out loud when his hands dip into my shorts, past my panties, gripping my bare a.s.s.

"f.u.c.k Kayla..." he moans out.

My legs lift and wrap around him, grinding on him with an effort to release the tension.

I start to kiss his neck too, around his ear, biting his lobe slightly, causing him to groan out loud again. I stay away from his mouth, just like he does with me. My kisses go down his jaw, to his collarbone, and I want more. I need more.

I reach for the hem of his shirt and he helps me lift it over his head. The whole time, his body is leaning and keeping me against the wall. Once his shirt is off, my hands are everywhere at once. I start at his back and move to the front, taking him in. His rock solid chest, muscles popping from his neck down to his arms. He definitely has an athletes body, not beef head muscles big, but perfectly toned and fit, his stomach muscles defined with every ridge of his abs. A smattering of curls that lead to the perfect V, going lower into his...

I start kissing his chest, gripping his back with my hands. My fingers so tight, my nails digging into his back, almost breaking skin. I kiss until I find his nipple, I take it in my mouth and lick. He groans.

His hand on my a.s.s grips tighter as he lifts me and moves us to the bed. He lays me down onto it, and that's when the panic sets in.

Being in this room, with him, it's just too much. The memory of my parents surrounds me, and I wonder to myself what they would think if they knew what was happening right now.

I pull back slightly from him and wait until he's looking at me.

"Jake, I can't... I mean we can't..." My hands are still wrapped around his neck, him hovering over me. "We can't do-"

"It's okay, Kayla." He kisses my forehead. "We don't have to do that, I mean, I don't want to do that, not yet. But... please... just let me touch you. I think I'd die if I couldn't..."

He trails off, searching my face for an answer, I nod.

His head dips down to kiss my chest, lower and lower until he gets to the swell of my b.r.e.a.s.t.s. His hands move to the hem of my top and begin to lift it over my stomach, my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, I sit up and help him remove it. Instantly, I lean into him, bare chested, skin on skin as he holds me. The heat from his skin radiating. He hasn't seen me topless before and I'm afraid. He gently grips my shoulders and slowly lowers me back into a laying position. I reluctantly move. I lay there, still, watching him take me in. His eyes roaming from my face down my chest, resting on my b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

"G.o.d, Kayla. You're so f.u.c.king beautiful," he whispers before he lowers his head.

Then his mouth is on my nipple, licking, sucking, gently biting while his other hand softly caresses the other breast.

I've never ever felt like this, this wanton need to combust. I've never felt like my body was being worshipped, and with Jake, that's what it feels like. Like he's here and he can't get enough. The minute I feel his hand under my shorts I lose all control. I spread my legs further for him and he makes a moaning sound which vibrates through my nipples, straight to my core. My hand goes to the back of his head, gripping his hair, begging him without words to please Don't. f.u.c.king. Stop.

When his fingers find what they're looking for, a loud continuous moan escapes my mouth and he has to stop working on my b.r.e.a.s.t.s to tell me to be quiet.

"Jesus Christ, Kayla. You're so f.u.c.king wet."

I grip his head harder and push him back down to my t.i.ts. I need him there. He chuckles to himself a little before continuing. His fingers working, moving inside me, performing their magic. I feel something building in the pit of my stomach and I'm scared and amazed at the same time. This has never happened before, not without the use of me, and this feels so much better than anything else.

He pulls off my nipple and I look down at him. His eyes are on mine as he takes my breast in his hand, squeezes it slightly, and then runs my nipple along his glistening bottom lip. So. f.u.c.king. Hot.

And that's all it takes for me to explode all over his fingers, body thrashing wildly, screaming his name over and over and over, so loudly he has to get a pillow to cover my face.

f.u.c.k.

Once I've come down, I remove the pillow and slowly open my eyes, he's hovering above me, still shirtless.

He smiles at me. "So... you're a screamer?"

"I had no f.u.c.king idea, Jake. Not until you." I shake me head in disbelief.

"Good answer," he says, before standing up and walking to the bathroom, his hard-on tenting his pants.

"Where are you going?"

"Either a really f.u.c.king cold shower or to take care of myself, I haven't decided yet." He walks backwards into the brand new bathroom, built just for me, turns and closes the door behind him.

I get up, go to my dresser, pick up the baby oil, go into the bathroom, and watch his shocked face as I make the decision for him.

Chapter 24.

*Mikayla*

It's been a few weeks since we got back from the wedding. I work two days a week with Nathan and he pays me, like discussed.

Personally, I think he overpays me, but what can I do?

The summer days go quickly. Jake spends every morning working out and training, the afternoons are relaxed and lazy. I drive Julie around, as agreed, and we hang out with Jake's friends when we can.

Unless I'm at work, or he's training, were always together.

We haven't had any more moments' since the night we got home. I think we're both just happy to be around each other. We haven't talked about taking things further.

I don't know about Jake, but I'm waiting to see how things go when we go to college. It might be completely different once we're not around each other all the time.

"What are you doing?" he asks, stepping out onto the back patio.

"Looking online for apartments and jobs near campus." I turn to face him.

He looks at me for a beat, before sitting in the chair opposite me.

"You can't do student housing?"

"You have to pay for the year in advance, so no, I can't. I'm hoping there are some cheap share houses nearby. And I'm hoping that whatever job I get will be enough to cover the rent. Plus, I gotta consider how close everything is to bus stops because I won't have a car."

There aren't too many options out there, especially now, this close to the school year. I don't tell Jake this because I know he'll worry, and really, it's not his problem, as much as he would like to make it his.

"What about you?" I ask. He hasn't even mentioned where he'll be staying.

He stares at me, an emotion I can't decipher on his face. I try to hold his gaze but it's so intense, I have to turn away.

Finally, "I haven't decided yet, what I'm going to do."

"Seriously, Jake? It's like, around the corner, you better decide. There aren't many options available."

He smirks at me "Kayla, I'll be fine. Me," he points his thumb to himself, "I'm kind of a big deal. I'm sure whatever I decide they'll make work."

"Okay..."

The back door opens and Julie comes out.

We're going to the mall today, I think she's bored out of her brains. I can't remember what summers were like when I was that age, depending on others to get me around.

I stand up to leave.

"Where are you guys going?" Jake asks, standing up too.

"Out!" Julie snaps, "And you, Jacaaaaarb, are not invited."

"What? Why not?" He actually sounds annoyed.

I nudge Julie a little, "C'mon, Julie. He won't take no for an answer, just let him tag along. Please?"

Honestly, I just want an excuse to spend time with him.

"Fine! I'll be waiting in the car. Don't take too long." She pivots and walks away.

"Jesus christ," Jake huffs, adjusting his cap. "What's her problem?"

I shrug.

*Jake*

The Mall. Yaye. #sarcasm.

Julie's been in a mood since we left the house. I don't know what her deal is but she better snap out of it because her little brat att.i.tude is p.i.s.sing me off.

Kayla's over at one of those skill tester machines, trying to cheer her up by winning something for her. She doesn't win, and now Julie is standing there kicking the s.h.i.t out of it.

What the h.e.l.l?

I walk over to her, pick her up and face her the other way.

"What the h.e.l.l is going on, Ju-ju?"

"Shut up, Jake. Don't call me that! That's a babies name and I'm not a baby!"

h.e.l.l.

I role my eyes. "Okay, Julie. Wanna tell me what's going on?"

"You! You are what's going on. You are not supposed to be here. This was supposed to be my day with Kayla, and you ruined it!"

Kayla's eyes go big and she bends down to Julie's level and speaks to her softy, I don't hear what she says.

"Give us a minute?" Kayla asks me.

s.h.i.t, if this is Julie now, I'm glad I won't be home for the teenage years.

"Have all the minutes you want." I walk away shaking my head.

As I wait for them to talk, a few girls from school walk past and wave, I nod back. Then a realize they're Casey's friends and my eyes dart around like a maniac looking for her. If she's here, I'm getting the f.u.c.k out.

Luckily, Kayla and Julie walk up just before I have a panic attack. That Casey b.i.t.c.h is legit no joke.

Kayla stands next to me and takes my hand. I love it when she does this s.h.i.t in public. It's like an unspoken agreement, that I'm hers and she's mine, and even though we haven't done s.h.i.t since that night a couple weeks back, nothing's changed.

"Julie has something she would like to say to you."

Julie steps in front of me and crooks her finger so I bend down to listen to her. "I'm sorry," she whispers, before putting her arms around me.

Thank G.o.d she's back to normal, another crisis averted, thanks to Kayla.

We walk around the mall, Julie walking in front of us.

"So what's the deal with her?" I ask Kayla, pulling her hand to my mouth and kissing it quickly.