Page 14 of Fine, Dork

Kinley rolled her hips again, and I buried my face in my pillow. I was a fucking sicko, letting Kinley rub herself all over my boner while she was asleep. When she rolled her hips a third time, quickly followed by a fourth and fifth, I started to wonder if she was sleeping.

“Kinley?” I whispered.

“Yeah?” she whispered back.

She was awake, and she was still rubbing her ass all over my cock. That little fucking siren. She was teasing me again, and it pissed me off more than it should have. “What the actual hell are you doing right now?”

Kinley laughed and stopped rolling her hips. “You want me to stop?”

Never. “It’s a little inappropriate, K. And you said you’d stay on your side.” Don’t say that, stupid.

Kinley scoffed and moved back to her side of the bed. “Whatever, J. Your boner was telling a different story.”

She felt that huh? “Well, duh, K. It felt good!”

Kinley rolled over to face me and narrowed her eyes at me in the dark. “So you want me to keep doing it?”

“Just because something feels good doesn’t mean you should do it.”

“That’s exactly what that means! If you can’t trust your feelings, what can you trust?”

“Your brain. Math. Numbers.”

Kinley groaned and covered her face with both hands. “You drive me crazy, J. You’re going to live your whole life only half satisfied because you won’t do what you want!”

“Ouch.” That cut deep. Kinley was one of the only people in the world that knew how hard I tried to impress my parents and step out from under my brother’s shadow growing up. Tyson was a fucking cardiologist, and my parents had expected and demanded that I do something equally impressive. Going into computer science was me doing what I wanted.

“Shit. Jaxon, I’m sorry.” Kinley sat up in bed and gazed down at me. I knew she honestly was sorry. I could see it in her eyes. “I want to see you go a little crazy and do something that feels good for no reason.” She let out a deep breath and rested her forehead on her knees. “And you probably want me to be responsible and make more decisions based on logic.”

She was wrong. I didn’t want her to change a damn thing about herself. She was also right. I wanted to do something only because it felt good. It just went against everything I was forced to be as a kid. I glanced over at Kinley. She had her sexy ass pressed against me minutes ago. I wanted her to do it again. In a moment of fleeting insanity, I said, “How would this work? You know, without making things awkward between us.” This was stupid and dangerous. I wanted a hell of a lot more than her ass.

Kinley’s head popped up, and her mouth fell open in shock. “Whoa.” She sat up straighter and smoothed her pretty caramel-colored hair. “Um, okay. You’re right. We should have ground rules.”

“Like, maybe we don’t have sex. Maybe we mess around a little?”

Kinley grinned and chewed on her lower lip. “What’s your definition of ‘messing around,’ J?”

Back out, Jaxon. Kinley is way more experienced than you. “Like, touching and kissing. Maybe hand jobs?” Touching and kissing? Did you really just say that to the sexiest woman in the world? Dude, shut up! I fucking told you to back out!

Kinley burst out laughing this time. Then she played with the hem of her shirt, lifting it enough to let me see a little sliver of skin. “You want me to keep my clothes on, J?”

I gulped. “Yes.” I wouldn’t be able to keep to the no sex rule if she took her clothes off.

Kinley laughed again. “Fine, dork.” She dropped the hem of her shirt and straddled me.

“Oh shit, K.” I gripped her hips, with my heart racing. Did I have what it took to mess around with fucking Kinley Summers?

Kinley rocked her hips, to center herself on my rock hard dick, then she leaned down and pressed her lips against mine. My heart pounded, and I was hyper-aware of every place our bodies touched. Her breasts grazed my chest as we kissed. Her hands were at the base of my neck, gently massaging and heightening my arousal. The way her silky hair brushed against my face drove me crazy with need.

After a moment, Kinley pulled back a little and smiled down at me. “You’re a good kisser, J.”

“I am?”

“Yeah.” She kissed my cheek and then my lips one more time. “Your lips are soft, and you’re passionate without being greedy.” Kinley took my earlobe between her teeth and then whispered, “It would be even better if you used your hands.”

I’d wanted my hands all over Kinley’s body since we were thirteen, and I noticed her breasts for the first time. Now was my chance. Was I going to make her ask twice?

I slid my hands slowly down her backside and cupped her ass. Oh, damn. She sighed and pressed her lips back into mine. “Grab me, J, anywhere you want.”

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