I take a seat and position her on lap, loving the feel of her body close to mine. Talk of everything from sex in public and drinking games to hangover cures is the conversation. Other than the sex in public, Kailey and I are very out of the loop for this crowd. The surprising thing is it bothers Kailey more than me.

As the group continues their conversation, I rub her upper thigh, and she tucks her head into my neck. “I guess we’re not so young anymore,” she whispers.

Bringing my head in front of hers so we’re only centimeters apart I whisper back, “Oh we can show them how young our bodies move together. I guarantee we have them in the sex position category.”

She laughs and wraps her arms around my neck. “Maybe if they want advice on the bottles that cause the least gas, or the best priced clothes for kids.”

“Or how many times I can fuck you in an hour. How wet you become just from me talking,” I turn the tables, and the way her butt keeps squirming in my lap, I’m pretty sure she’s loving it.

“What about how hard I can make you from one touch.” She snakes her hand between us and palms the hardness in my shorts. “Hum—I didn’t even have to touch you this time.”

“How hard your nipples get when I touch them through three pieces of fabric.” I cup her breast, and I half wonder if we’re giving everyone a show. When I move my lips to kiss her neck, I peer over at the group, and they seem to be disregarding us, enthralled into their own conversation.

“I love hearing your deep breathing in my ear when you want me,” she softly says, so I purposely make my mouth move up her neck and suck her earlobe into my mouth.

Exaggerating my heavy breathing, I whisper, “I need you now.” She softly moans dipping her head closer to my mouth. “Are you up for some hot sex against the barn?”

“I thought you only liked me in your bed,” she teases.

“I can’t wait until then. Plus after the last time I had you against a wall, there’s something to be said for seeing your girlfriend spread eagle in public. Just as long as no one else ever catches a glimpse of her.”

She stands up to her feet, and I follow suit, shifting to conceal anything that might be sticking up. I swear girls have it easy. All the assholes whistle when we walk away, but I just flip them off while we sneak away into the darkness.

By the time the fireworks start going off, I’m already inside Kailey, pounding her against the barn wall. Her legs wrapped up around me and my shorts around my ankles and her panties slid to the side. Yeah, I’ve done this before, but it never felt like it does now. With every moan and tight grip from Kailey, I’m closer. Although I love it when we take it slow, there’s something to be said for raw, unleashed fucking, which is exactly what this is.

After we both come down, we smile coyly at each other, a secret shared between us. She pulls her shorts up and I reluctantly button them for her. “This doesn’t mean you’re off the hook for tonight,” I say.

“I would hope not. You made promises by that bonfire, I intend to make you keep,” she reminds me, and I rack my brain for what I said. Seeing my face, she clues me in. “How many times can you fuck me in an hour?” Crap, I’m already hard as stone again.

Chapter 22

Kailey

Things have been beyond good with Trey and me. He’s back to sleeping over almost every night. He gives Aunt Holly and Uncle Clyde nights off when I’m in school. We’ve made a schedule that hasn’t been extremely hard to keep. My stomach gets all fluttery every time I come home to him sprawled on the couch watching television, and the kids are fast asleep. The sigh that escapes his lips as I slide next to him and wedge myself between him and couch, shows me he’s at peace we’re together.

Chloe’s nightmares have subsided to occasional. We still haven’t done anything with Jen and Caden’s room, but Aunt Holly told me she wants it cleared out before she leaves, which is in two weeks. I know she sees it as a step that has to be made, but they’ve only been gone for six weeks.

Aunt Holly and Uncle Clyde said it’s their turn to watch the kids, while we get away tonight. There was no way I could refuse. We haven’t seen our friends except for the times they come over, and we order pizza. One night we all went to Showtime Pizza Palace, and the guys had some skee ball contest which had the attendant coming over to stop them due to the long line of kids waiting for their turn. The fear that filled Jessa and Grant’s eyes made me think it was a bad idea to expose them to the insane surroundings of unruly kids so early.

I instructed Trey he had to go home, shower, and get ready. He would ring the doorbell and pick me up just like a date. Chuckling as he walked out the door, I knew I’d have flowers too. I grab a pink sundress from my closet and curl my hair in tight waves that will most likely dissipate the second I walk out into the humidity filled air. My make-up is done perfectly. I have to say, I look pretty damn hot.

When I step into the kitchen, the kids are all eating sundaes, and Aunt Holly’s putting everything away. Uncle Clyde relaxes on the couch. I really need to take them out to dinner before they leave for a big thank you. There’s no way I would have gotten along without them.

“Aunt Kailey, you look beautiful,” Chloe says, and I smile down at her.

“Thank you,” I tell her.

Sitting in the chair between her and Tara to wait for Trey, the apprehension about leaving them washes over me. As though feeling it, Aunt Holly chimes in, “Trey will be drooling as much as Drew,” she laughs, swiping Drew’s mouth for most likely the twentieth time today.

Before I can answer, the doorbell rings. From the small window, I catch Trey’s tattooed arm. Chloe beats me to the door and swings it open. “Hi, Trey,” she exclaims, and he picks her up, kissing her on the cheek.

“Hey C-lo, your aunt—,” he stops and stares at me. That familiar look of desire and lust roams up and down my body as he bites his lower lip. He had to take out his piercings last week, since Drew wouldn’t stop tugging them. Hopefully, it’s only temporary, but like usual Trey took it all in stride. “Your aunt is gorgeous,” he finishes.

“Yes she is,” Chloe agrees, beaming as bright as I most likely am.

“Shall we?” he asks, and I nod, walking toward him.

“See you, C-lo, take care of the family,” Trey tells her, giving her a hug and kiss.

“It’s all under control,” she tells him, and we laugh.

“Jesus, Kailey, I’m dying,” he says, opening his door.

“We can skip dinner,” I say, pushing my body against his.

“If you keep doing that, we will.”

We don’t skip dinner. We go to the fanciest restaurant in Western. Trey holds doors open, pulls out my chair, and offers his arm everywhere we go. A true gentleman all the way from the beginning through the end of the date.

He pulls his car up to the house, and I see Rob in the garage working on his car. Trey gives him a small hello as we enter through the back door. Brady and Sadie are arguing about wedding details—again. Dex is nowhere to be found, as usual. After a quick hello, we retreat to his bedroom.

“Now for the real fun,” he whispers in my ear, backing me up to the bed.

He gives me a gentle push, and I fall into the bed, causing my dress to hitch up. “You have to be shitting me? The whole night?”

I nod and bite the inside of my cheek. “Fuck being a gentleman. Next time, I’ll have to go exploring.” His hands graze across my legs, inching further and further with every second. I swear I’m already wetter than I’ve ever been.

“Explore me now,” I invite him to me, and he doesn’t wait before his fingers are circling my clit. Rubbing his finger up and down between my folds, the sounds of my wetness echoes throughout the room, only making my desires stronger.