But now, I’m learning not to take for granted the moments I have with this team, my family.
As much as I want to be at home with her in my bed, Isit here and watch as all the guys laugh and chat away, and realize that I've been missing out on so many things with them, and I’m grateful to be here.
Chapter 32
Kailyn
Snuggled under a cozy blanket in Jake’s empty house is not how I envisioned my Saturday turning out, but it makes me giddy and puts a smile on my face all the same.
Before he left for the afternoon, I told him that I would stay all day and be here when he returned. I had a brief moment of hesitation that I was overstepping, but from the bright smile that lit up his face, and the way he gazed longingly at me, I knew it was the right thing to say.
He left me his spare key, letting me know that if I needed to go home for some stuff or get out of the house I was more than welcome too. Once he was gone, I got dressed and dropped by my apartment for a change of clothes and an overnight bag, just in case. Then, I made my way to the grocery store and picked up a few items to make dinner when he got home.
I’m currently reading on my Kindle to pass the time. It’s been nice to just have a day to relax. Getting to spend it in the comfort of his house, knowing that he’s coming home to me fills me with so much warmth andhappiness.
I’m just finishing up the latest chapter in a steamy stepdad cowboy romance, when I decide to take a shower before starting on dinner. Jake texted me that he would be home soon and that was about thirty minutes ago, so I quickly tuck my kindle into its sleeve, placing it on the side table next to the couch and make my way down the hall to the bathroom.
Once inside, I strip myself of my clothes and step under the warm spray of water, using the shampoo and conditioner that smells like him, likehome. I wash my body and hair, taking my time to soak in the heat from the shower as it relaxes my muscles. Once done, I dry off and then walk naked into his closet to search for a shirt of his to wear.
I pass by his shirts all neatly lined up, then his pants arranged from jeans to slacks to dress pants, and then a dresser that has his boxers, socks and sweats sat in the middle. On the opposite side of the dresser hangs some of his suits and dress shoes lining the wall. I go to pick out one of his t-shirts when I spot something in the far back corner. Making my way over, I pull on the fabric to see that it’s his jersey.
Remembering my tease from earlier about rewarding him, I snag the jersey off the hanger and gently tug it over my wet hair. Hockey jerseys usually run bigger, and with it having to fit over his gear and muscular build, it fits perfectly over me, stopping mid-thigh.
I pause to look at the full-length mirror, admiring myself.
The lingerie set was more for me to build my confidence and sex appeal in myself, to truly feel beautiful back when I didn’t feel like I had much worth. This, wearing his jersey, seeing myself bare and exposed like this, I’m overtaken by the beauty that stares back at me.
Yes, I might have rolls and stretch marks that line my hips and stomach, the gap between my thighs filled in more, but there’s so much more that defines me. Looking at myself right now, I feel my confidence slipping into place, the power that people have tried to take from me solidifying until it’s wrapping around me like a shield.
My curves are beautiful, my body is sexy, and my mind is powerful.
The front door opens, and a deep voice calls out for me. “Baby, I’m home.” That sends goosebumps up my arms and a warm feeling across my heart. I take one final look at myself, and then make my way to his bed, crawling to the center where I sit on my knees waiting patiently for him.
“Hi, Jake. Did you have fun with the guys?” I ask, keeping my tone light.
“It was a lot of fun actually.”
“Yeah? I’m glad you got to spend that time with them.”
There's some rustling, before the sound of footsteps echo down the hall. “Yeah, me, too. I’m glad you convinced me to go.” The door is slightly closed, so he doesn’t see me right away as he steps in. His hand curls around the door, pushing it open.
“Baby, what are…?” Whatever he was about to say trails off as he stops dead in his tracks, mouth slightly ajar and eyes growing twice their size.
I smile at him, biting my bottom lip as I watch his gaze zero in on my mouth. He slowly makes his way over to me, taking off his jacket and throwing it onto the chair that sits in the corner. He stops when he gets to the edge of his bed, his hands curling into his pockets. “Is this all for me?”
“That depends.” Slowly, I stretch my hands out and crawl the expanse of the bed toward him, stopping when I reach the end and then sit back, my hands reaching out forhis belt loops and tugging him closer. “Were you a good boy today?” I ask in a soft and seductive tone.
He gazes down at me, a dark and lustful haze taking over his eyes. “I promise, I was such a good boy.”
I lean up, kissing the underside of his jaw, making my way down his throat to his collarbone where I bite down, causing a small bruise to form. His head tilts back and he lets out a loud groan, his body arching closer to mine.
Continuing to trail kisses along his neck, I start to undo his zipper, reaching into his boxers and taking his hardened cock into my hand. My thumb gently runs over the head, spreading precum all over. His hands finally find me, fisting into my hair and pulling me back, so we’re eye to eye again.
“What are you doing to me, baby girl?” His voice is hoarse, filled with so much lust and frustration.
“I promised you a reward when you got home, and I intend to deliver.” Pulling from his grasp, I sink down until I’m face to face with his cock, taking one long lick from base to tip before sucking him into my mouth.
“Fuck.” He groans.
