Page 59 of Sweet Girl
“Shoosh,” I chastise her interruption, putting my finger in front of my lips. If she wants to hear this, she’s going to have to keep her trap shut for more than two seconds.
“No, I didn’t get around to telling him before he, uh...slid home.” A whoop and a gasp come out of her mouth. “But oh my God, Kady. He was so sweet and tender. I couldn’t have asked for anything more.”
I’m sure my face has an annoyingly dreamy expression all over it right now, but Kady doesn’t care. She’s smiling along with me. That’s what sisters do. They celebrate the wins with you and commiserate the losses.
“Oh my God, Ky. Did he make you come?”
My cheeks flame red, even though it’s only Kady I’m spilling my secrets to, it’s still a little embarrassing.
“He, uh...used his tongue and fingers. It was...I can’t even describe how good it was.”
Kady props her chin on her fist, elbow on the counter as she leans over at me, a look of approval sweeping across her beautiful face. “Very nice. I’m so happy for you. Are you glad you waited?”
I snort with self-deprecation because it’s not like I ever really had a choice in the matter. Unlike Kady, who had boys chasing her around as a teen. But yeah, I’m really glad I waited to have sex until I found someone I really cared for. And it doesn’t hurt that Van’s older and has a ton more experience than me, so he knows what he’s doing.
Nodding my head, I say, “I am glad. It was so worth it. But it also makes me a little jealous.”
Kady’s forehead wrinkles in confusion. “Jealous of what?”
I scratch my fingernail over an invisible spot on the granite counter, trying to distract myself from the way I feel.
“As they say, practice makes perfect, right? Well, it’s obvious he perfected his game because of all that practice with someone else. And it just makes me...”
“No, stop right there.” She admonishes, slapping her hand on the counter next to me. “No self-talk or self-doubts. It doesn’t matter if he practiced every day on one girl or thousands before you. What matters is that he’s with you now. He cares aboutyou. He went down onyou. He fuckedyou. Not anyone else. So get off the jealousy train, Ky. It’s not worth the ride.”
Tipping my head, I take in the identical face of my sister staring back at me. It’s funny that when I look at her, I see a beautiful girl, even when I don’t see myself in that way. I always feel relatively plain next to her gigantic persona. She’s fiercely loyal. Protective. Supportive. I’m so lucky I have someone like her to share this with. Otherwise, without her uplifting encouragement, I’d probably be wallowing in self-pity and deconstructing all the reasons Van shouldn’t be with me.
“And...” she continues. “Not a lot of guys would be that unselfish to spend time getting a girl off before the main event. The fact that he did tells me he’s a decent man and cares about you.”
“Yeah, he’s a really good guy. I like him a lot.”
Kady once again comes around the counter top and envelopes me in a hug. “I’m so happy for you, sis. You deserve this. Now...let’s go upstairs and decide what we’re going to wear tonight. Preferably something low-cut and easy to get off in the heat of the moment.”
She wiggles her eyebrows and grabs my hand, as I swat her arm away, but let her lead the way anyway. Truthfully, I want to look sexy and hot tonight for Van. I may even let her convince me to wear heels.
****
People start showing up around ten p.m., milling around in our spacious formal living, dining and family rooms. We’ve blocked off the stairway so that no one can go upstairs, but all the entertainment is through the door to the basement. We were kind of spoiled as kids growing up, and have a plethora of fun games and tables downstairs, including a pool table, air hockey, ping pong (which is set up for beer pong tonight, per Cade’s direction), and even a shuffleboard table along the back wall. I was never one to play those games, only for the reason that I’m terribly uncoordinated.
Ainsley and her friend, Mica, have arrived and are in the family room talking to a few of the dates belonging to some of the players. Lance, Cade, Carver and a few other teammates I only know peripherally, have all gone downstairs where the keg is set up out on the patio of our walk-out. I can hear them all shouting and yelling at one another good-naturedly over some tournament game they played recently.
As I set out the appetizers and various plates of cheese and crackers, I feel a warm pair of hands wrap around my hips, pulling me back into a solid wall of muscle. My startled yelp is loud, but no one except us can hear it over the noise of the music. The next thing I know, Van’s mouth is at my ear, his voice low and filled with desire.
“You’re lucky there’s people around, otherwise I’d have you stretched out across this countertop and eating you as my appetizer.”
Wow. Van’s a dirty-talker. Never thought that would turn me on, but I can already feel its effects working their way through my body. My neck and face heat up, and I’m sure I’m a flowing beacon. I glance around surreptitiously to see if anyone is looking. My body flushes at his dirty words, my insides going molten at the sound of his low, sexy voice.
I’m thankful everyone is preoccupied and we’re the only ones in the kitchen. No one else can see where his hands are from behind the privacy shield of the counter, but even still, I’m very aware of how close he is in proximity to my body. If anyone did wander in or turn to look our way, they’d definitely know what is going on.
I attempt to wiggle out of his hands, shimmying my hips, but he simply holds his ground, adding more pressure with his fingertips.
“Van.” I lamely protest, even though one could argue it sounds more like a plea. “Stop, someone could see us.”
He bends over me, pushing me forward, his heavy erection fitted nicely between the crack of my cheeks, as he emits a low growl. “I know I promised, Ky. I’ll be good. But it’s been two days since I’ve seen you, and you look amazing in this dress. It’s going to be sohard,” - he accentuates by pressing further into my backside – “to keep my hands off you.”
An involuntary moan escapes me unbidden, and I let my eyes fall closed as if he’s put me into a hypnotic trance. Good heavens, this man.
To make matters worse, his hand now skims the bottom of the skirt of my dress, sliding his hand up the back of my bare leg. Kady pressured me into wearing this outfit. I was planning on wearing jeans and a nice shirt, but she insisted that this would drive Van wild tonight. I should be thanking her right now because it definitely seems to have done the trick. Already. Now all I can think about is how and when I can get Van alone.
