I pick up my phone, seeing that there’s more than a handful of text notifications.
Mom: I like Kelsey. She’s always welcome.
Keller: Mom is planning the wedding now. Might want to just elope. It seems to work for the rest of the siblings.
Leena: I’m so bummed I missed getting to know her. Don’t screw it up, brother bear. The Harts need more estrogen.
Tanner: I wonder which sibling will end up pregnant.
Mom: You boys always gang up on me.
Asa: I’m willing to bet Leena’s next in the baby department, which means you’re up with the wedding bells, Deacon the beacon.
Me: Alright, you’ve all had your fun. Shouldn’t the elders be sleeping anyhow? And, Leena, go enjoy your honeymoon. I’m sure Kels will be around again.
“Shit, shit, shit.” I run my hands through my hair, backing out of the family text. There still isn’t anything from Kelsey, and the shitstorm I just created could mean I’ll need her around for another family event. A war goes on inside of me—should or shouldn’t I?
“Fuck it.” I pull up Kels’ number and fire off a text.
Me: You make it home okay?
It’s short and to the point. I see the bubble appear telling me she’s replying, then it disappears. I keep my phone out and open, not letting it go into sleep mode, hoping like hell she’s at home and not still at the store.
Kelsey: Yep. Lying in bed. Miss me already?
Me: Good, and if by missing you mean you coming all over my cock, the answer is yes.
Kelsey: Well, if you weren’t such a dick on the way home, maybe you’d be in bed with me right now and I’d have no problem making us both come again.
This woman. No matter how much distance I put between us, there’s still a pull, one that I’m not willing to figure out, but if she’s willing to share her body with me, well, I’d be a fool to say no.
Me: How about you let me apologize with my head between your thighs?
It doesn’t take her long to respond, and when she does, I should have seen it coming.
Kelsey: Not tonight, big guy. If let you make me come twice in one day, you’ll be addicted to this P.
Me: Fuck, I’m never prepared for this shit that comes out of your mouth. I’ll be at your place tomorrow after work. Be ready not to get any sleep.
I don’t wait to see her response and put the phone down. A shower is in my future, and my imagination is running wild with just how many ways I’m going to make Kelsey come.
CHAPTER NINE
kelsey
I’m playing a dangerous game when it comes to Deke. I know it, he probably knows it, but does that mean I’m going to stop? Hell no, I’m not, especially if I get a few orgasms out of the mix. Maybe then he’ll realize Kelsey Hawkins isn’t the woman of his past and not all of us are out to get him. Though, it’s not like he’s mentioned what really went down. I can only assume right now.
“What has you lost in a daydream?” Emily asks me the next morning; you know, after I made my play through text messages last night with Deke.
“A man. Please tell me this no-strings-attached thing won’t backfire on me?” She’s younger. Not by much, barely a year, but she’s much more worldly than I am. Emily doesn’t have a problem with hitting it and quitting it. Me, I just put on a good show.
“It won’t. Keep the emotions out of it and only think with your pussy. I promise you he’s only thinking with his dick.” I’m so glad the shop isn’t open yet, or we’d be giving our shoppers one hell of a shock.
“I can do that,” I say out loud more for myself than for Emily.
“Well, if the one orgasm he gave you was that good for you to play this game, I’m thinking you’ll be fine, and Deke will probably dole out all the orgasms you can handle.” I laugh because that’s what I’m hoping for.
“Probably the best I’ve had, ever,” I tell her. We’re those sisters who overshare. I can tell you her wax appointment; she can tell you the start of my period as well as my ex-boyfriend’s social security number. The girl is wicked smart and is better than any private investigator to shame.
“Well, that’s not really saying much. You’ve only been with Phillip and a few others. The world is your oyster. Get out there and play with it.” Emily stands up, swivels her hips, then does a pumping action.
“I swear you were a man in your other life. And Phillip doesn’t count. We don’t talk about Phillip no more,” I say in a sing-song voice. The biggest mistake of my life was wasting a year on him, only for him to be a controlling dick that couldn’t find a woman’s clit if he had a road map in front of him.