Page 35 of Best Friend Burden

How was I ready to go again so soon? Was the kitchen not enough for me?

He'd left me plenty wet and slid right into me with no resistance as he kissed my entire face and neck. His thrusts were powerful while remaining controlled and rubbing me right where I needed him to.

“God,” I said, “you're going to make me come again.”

He gave me that sly smile again as if to say, “That's the idea.” Kiefer always had something of an ego, and it wouldn't have been irritating if he didn't have the charm to back it up.

I looked at his body, those tattoos. And now I was close enough that I could touch them. I brought up my finger and traced the ink lines across his pecs — they were of images I probably wasn't cool enough to recognize — and that only turned me on more. His body was something to get lost in and, as I focused in more and more on his body, his rhythm synced with mine. I was powerless to resist the state of pure joy he was sending me to.

My mouth opened and I let out another gasp, so intense that it was practically silent. And, as I did so, I could feel him coming inside me, filling me with his warmth. More kisses and moans from the both of us as we finished together and, ultimately, he rolled off of me and took me into his arms.

It was somehow even better than the night before. I couldn't imagine ever feeling better than I did in that moment. There were no words, just feelings, and I leaned my head against the pillow, feeling safe in his arms.

My eyes grew heavy and shut on their own. My mind began drifting off in the direction of sleep, though I was still very much awake, even if I was in such a state of elation that I probably couldn't have even remembered my name had Kiefer not said it to me.

“Melody.” His voice had a slight urgency to it. He wasn't just whispering sweet nothings in my ear. There was something he actually wanted to talk about. At a time like this, all it could do was ruin the moment.

“Shh,” I said back to him. “Let me have this.”

He shut up and I pulled his arms tighter around me. Whatever was so important would have to wait until the morning.

CHAPTER14

***KIEFER***

I'd never felt so rested in my life as I did when I woke up that morning. I was alone again, though this time felt different than it had the day before. Maybe it was because I heard the sounds of cabinets opening and closing coming from the other room. Either she was still here, probably cooking breakfast, or someone had broken in and was raiding the kitchen.

My body was comfortable in the bed. So much so that I didn't want to get up. Even though I wasn't tired, I felt as though I could have drifted back to sleep in a second. It was a strange, unfamiliar feeling that I couldn't recognize at first. But then I remembered what it was:

I was happy.

Maybe not in a long term sense — there was still the issues at work to worry about, as well as the repressed dreams of becoming a rock star, and of course, the devil on my shoulder who tasted that sweet nectar on her lips— but in a momentary sense, everything in my life that was stressing me out was so far away, that you'd need to take a rocket to get to it.

Right now, I was at home with a woman who I was severely crushing on in a way that I didn't think was possible for a man like me. And she was crushing on me too. And, as an added perk, she looked unbelievably good naked.

Eventually, I managed to work the bedsheets off of me and climb out of bed. I threw on some clothes from the floor and walked out of the bedroom into the kitchen and living room area.

To my surprise, Melody was not cooking breakfast. She was cleaning the kitchen. And she was doing so without my having asked her. I'd wanted to ask her. I'd even tried, but she shushed me and I shut up, figuring it could wait until morning.

“Good morning,” I said, fairly neutrally, and she looked up at me.

“Good morning!” she returned with glee and excitement, then ran over to me, hugging me and giving me a kiss. “Very good morning.”

She giggled.

“You know what this is?” she asked, pointing to her face. “It's called afterglow. People spend however many millions, maybe even billions of dollars a year, on make-up to try to get something even close to this.”

It was hard to deny. Melody was absolutely breathtaking, but there was an extra gleam to her appearance this morning. A little more pep in her step, too. Her energy was contagious, and I was already starting to wake up some.

It couldn't hurt to have some additional help, though.

“I don't mean to get in your way,” I said, walking into the kitchen and pulling a mug out from the cabinet, “but I need my morning coffee.”

“By all means,” she said.

“Do you want a cup?”

“Nope!” she said. “I'm good.”

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