"That sucks. I'm sorry.” He stirs the beef again, then comes over, gently setting down the cheese grater and pulling me against him. "So that's why you took off to stay with your aunt for a while?"
"Yes. Steven comes in handy once in a while. You know, to move the couch when I'm vacuuming, or get cans down from the top shelf. But Brad is a bossy weirdo who wants to insert himself into every aspect of my life." I shudder. "He was researching stock photography places because he thought I should be making three times the money."
"He just got a number in his head and decided that was what it should be?"
"Yeah."
Kellan snorts. "I've known guys like that. I don't know where it comes from. They just want something to be true and think the world should agree with them."
"He wants me to make more money so I can move out. Of course, it's fine that his older son stays there. He says he doesn't know how to be agirl dad."
"You're twenty-one. I think you're pretty much finished with fathering."
"Exactly! I just need another six months or so to get some savings together."
Kellan kisses the top of my hair, cuddling me close. "I certainly think you are more than capable of being in complete control of your own life. And if you ever need a couch moved, you've got me."
I love how quickly he lightens the mood. "Thank you."
Then I realize Kellan is implying he’ll always be around. Isn’t it far too soon to be thinking like that?
Throughout cooking and then eating dinner Kellan and I chat endlessly about everything under the sun. We agree that everyone is super weird when they’re a kid. Our mutual goals for the future include travelling to Europe for an intensive museum tour. We both like the idea of camping but prefer actual beds and bathrooms, so what we really crave is a cottage by the lake.
Wow. I’m falling hard for this man.
Everything feels like a video running at double speed, though. At some point, it’s going to make me dizzy. I might need to stop and take a breath.
7
KELLAN
Ireally like having Jenna in my home. Of course it's too soon to picture her living here, but that doesn’t make me stop thinking about it. A lot.
We settle on the couch, and I'm happy when she cuddles right into my arms.
"It's so relaxing here," she says. "Like stepping into vacation land or something." Her fingers gently walk up and down my chest. "Maybe because this place is so huge it makes me think of a resort."
"Perhaps I designed this entire home to make you relax," I chuckle. "Sure, I didn't know you yet, but maybe I felt in my bones or something."
My palms spread across her lower back and around her hip, pulling her firmly against me and making her skirt ride up. "Maybe I knew that a gorgeous, sweet girl was going to appear and need me to be her…" My eyebrow arches sharply. "Professional relaxer?"
Her laugh is adorable. "Oh, is that your position? You're a one-man spa?"
"Why not?"
I slowly unfasten the few buttons at the front of her dress. I slide my hand in, darting low, then up over her ribs, watching her carefully. Jenna smiles and gives me a small nod as my fingers slip under her bra. Her skin is dewy soft, each touch making my cock pulse with desire.
"Maybe my specialty spa treatment should include a massage…"
Her lovely eyes dance as she holds back a giggle. "What kind of massage did you have in mind? Swedish? Hot oil?"
My fingers gently caress the underside of her breast. By the time my thumb skims across her nipple, it's tight and pointed, and Jenna's lips part, her eyes wide with arousal.
“You look so delicious right now. I think I need to massage your pussy with my tongue.”
The look in her gaze shifts rapidly from a twinge of nervousness to a delighted sparkle to a sultry burn. “Are you serious?”
“All I need you to do is nod.”
