Unexpected - *Book Five*

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Sixteen



Kaitlyn

“Yes, Jannie, I water your plants. I promise,” I say into the phone with a laugh as I walk up to my aunt’s house. I put down the bag of groceries next to the door to look for the key in the pockets of my shorts.

“And Phil isn’t bugging you too much?” she asks.

“No, he’s not. As long as I feed him regularly, it’s all good.” I chuckle as I unlock the door, pick up the bag, and enter the house. I breathe a small sigh of relief when the cool air from inside hits me. It’s still early in the day, but again, it’s already way too warm outside.

“Ah, yes.” Jannie sighs. “I told him not to be a pest, but he never listens. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s all good. So how’s Argentina?”

“I love it! It’s nice and cool around here, which is a welcome change.”

While she tells me more about her travels, I go to the kitchen to stow away the groceries. When I walk into the pantry, I draw in a long, slow breath as memories flood my mind of what Aaron and I did at his friend’s party last Saturday. My lips inevitably lift in a smile and butterflies dance around my belly. It’s still hard to grasp what this man does to me—how he continuously pulls me out of my comfort zone and how that feels unexpectedly exciting.

“Kaitlyn?” My aunt’s voice brings me back to reality.

“Hm? I’m sorry. What did you say?”

“Phil told me about you and Aaron,” she repeats.

With a deep breath, I close the pantry door and pour myself a glass of water. “What did he tell you?” I take a sip as I walk over to the living room.

“That you two got involved. Is that true?”

“Yes,” I grumble with a frown. “It’s true. Are you gonna warn me too?” I’m not sure I will like what she has to say.

Jannie sighs. “No, of course not. You’re very much capable of making your own decision.” She pauses before she adds, “I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

I grimace. “Jannie, don’t worry. I am—Oh my fucking goodness!!” As I reach the living room, my heart stops, and I barely manage not to spill my water when I spot Aaron sitting on the couch, with his feet up on the coffee table, reading.

“What happened?” my aunt asks.

I take a deep breath and squeeze my eyes shut. “Nothing, it’s all good. Hey, um, I gotta go. Can we talk tomorrow?”

“Sure, Sweetie. I’ll call you next time I have reception.”

“Sounds good. Bye!” We end the call, and I stow away my phone in my pocket. I pinch the bridge of my nose and take another deep breath before I open my eyes and glare at Aaron, who looks at me with such an innocent expression that I question my bewilderment about finding him on my aunt’s couch. “What are you doing here? How did you get in?” I ask.

He grins at me. “I didn’t want to wait outside in the heat, and neither did I want to wait at my dad’s, listening to another one of his lectures. I still have the key from when you wouldn’t answer your door, so I let myself in,” he explains with a casual shrug.

I stand next to the table, where I set down my drink, and hold out my hand. “Give it.”

He chuckles as he reaches into the pockets of his shorts and fishes out the key. I take it from him and go into the hall to hang it on the key rack. When I reenter the living room, Aaron is immersed in whatever he was reading before.

I narrow my eyes at him, taking a closer look. “What are you doing? Is that the manuscript of my book?!” I gasp as I realize he is indeed reading the pages I printed out earlier this morning. I rush over and want to snatch them from him, but he stands up and holds them over his head out of my reach.

“Honestly, Sunshine. Your book is awesome,” Aaron exclaims.

“Are you kidding me?” I whine. I jump, trying in vain to seize my book.

“I don’t get why you’re so secretive about this. I’m serious; this is excellent work. I can’t stop reading. I need to know who the murderer is. Is it Stuart?” He tilts his head to the side and raises his eyebrows.

I let out an exasperated breath and take a step away from Aaron, crossing my arms in front of my chest. “I’m not gonna tell you.”

He drops back down on the couch. “Fine. I’ll read the rest to find out.”

“No, you won’t.” I start another attempt at getting the pages back, but he’s faster than me.

“We’ll see about that,” he says with a wide grin. “It’s a great story. The only complaint I have is that it needs some steamy scenes.”

I snort. “No. Now hand it over.” Surprisingly, he caves and holds out the manuscript with a deep sigh. I tear it out of his grip and place it on my laptop, which sits on the cupboard at the other side of the room. “What are you doing here anyway?” I ask, turning back to Aaron. “Didn’t we say we’d meet for lunch?” I check the time. “10.30 is a little early.”

He shrugs. “I’m going back to work tonight, and I wanted to see you beforehand—thoroughly,” he adds with a raised eyebrow and a sexy smirk.

I laugh. “Thoroughly?”

The smile on his face widens as he gets up from the couch. He approaches me slowly, with a smoldering gleam in his eyes. That alone makes my breath hitch in my throat and my heart pound in my chest. But I’m about to melt into a puddle when he rests his hands on my waist, his fingertips brushing my bare skin under my shirt, and he whispers in my ear, “Yes, Sunshine. Thoroughly. As in ‘I’m gonna fuck you senseless’.”

I draw in a sharp breath. “Damn,” I croak. “You really like to torture me.”

“Yes,” he breathes as he lowers his mouth to mine, initiating a kiss which I return with a sudden hunger that comes to life inside of me. His hands wander up under my top, tenderly stroking my bare skin, setting me on fire at once. I grab his shirt as my legs threaten to give in, but Aaron tightens his grip on me and moves his hands to my ass. He picks me up with ease and carries me over to the couch. His mouth never leaves mine while his hands explore every inch of me.

I honestly should worry about how I melt like butter under his touch in no time, but again I can’t. All I can concentrate on is his intoxicating scent, the sounds he makes when he kisses me passionately, and the feel of his naked skin on mine once our clothes go flying. He touches my body in all the right places, in all the right ways. I cry out in pure ecstasy when he buries his head between my legs and does that amazing thing with his tongue and his fingers.

It doesn’t take long until that familiar tingling announces what I’m sure will be an out-of-this-world orgasm. I arch my back and my whole body tenses. I moan louder, and I’m ready to scream Aaron’s name when all of a sudden, he stops. He slides his fingers out of me and removes his lips from my clit.

Still panting, I prop up on my elbows and look at him wide-eyed. “What are you doing?”

He leans back at the other end of the couch with his arms crossed in front of his chest. “Tell me who the murderer is.”

My mouth falls open. “Are you serious?!” I yell as I sit up. “No way!”

“Then I’m not gonna make you come.”

I shake my head, blinking rapidly. “You are crazy!”

He leans forward so his face is only inches from mine. “Give me a name, and I’ll give you an orgasm.”

My gaze falls on his lips, which lift in his usual smirk. Damn, my brain has shut off entirely. All I can focus on is my badly needed release. “Okay, it’s Jared,” I whisper before I kiss him, but he pulls back immediately.

“Jared?” he asks. “Wow, he wasn’t even on my list of suspects.”

I groan. “You are gonna be on my list if you don’t go on right now!”

“Okay, Sunshine,” he says with a grin before he finally finishes the job.


Two orgasms later, we lie on the couch, his arms wrapped around me, my head resting on his bare chest, both of us still naked. Well, almost.

“I noticed you’re a little more vocal when it comes to telling me things you want me to do,” Aaron says with a low laugh, referring to me using names of certain body parts I wanted him to pay more attention to just a few moments ago. “The next thing you need to get out of your system is putting on panties after sex. I like you all naked in my arms.” To underline his point, he slips his hand inside my underwear and gives my butt a good squeeze.

I chuckle. “Yeah, I’m not entirely sure why I do that.”

“See? You have no legitimate reason. So stop.” He tightens his grip on me and buries his nose in my hair. I let out a content sigh and enjoy the moment of peace and quiet.

But then a thought pops up in my head. “Hey, um–” I clear my throat. “Did you mean what you said about my book?” I ask without looking at him.

“Of course. Why would I lie?”

“Because you wanted sex.”

He laughs. “I don’t have to lie to you to get sex. So can I read the rest of the story?”

I take a deep breath and think about what to answer him. “Give me some time, okay?” I finally say. “I have to get used to the idea that someone I know in person reads my book.”

“Okay, I can live with that.” With his nose still buried in my hair, he takes in a long, slow breath, and I smile to myself. I love that my scent is just as intoxicating for him as his is for me.

But out of nowhere, uneasy feelings surface and my stomach churns. I lift my head and look at Aaron. “Can I ask you another question?”

He opens his eyes and frowns when he sees my serious expression. “Sure.”

I take a deep breath and avert my gaze for a moment before I look back at him. “It’s... well, I’ve been wondering. You told me you weren’t a player.” I sit up and hide my naked chest behind my legs, which I tuck up. I bite my bottom lip and watch my fingers tapping the back of my left foot. “I’m not one who needs to define things, especially not right away.” I lift my gaze and look at Aaron with furrowed brows. “But I wonder where this is going. Exactly what is this to you?”

He studies me a moment with pursed lips. With a heavy sigh, he sits up too. “You’re wondering what this is to me?” When I nod hesitantly, he takes my hands in his and brushes his thumb over my palms. “I like you, Kaitlyn. A lot.” He looks deep into my eyes with a gentle smile on his lips, and a warm feeling spreads in my chest when he continues, “I enjoy spending time with you, talking to you, and listening to what you have to say. Being with you makes me feel at ease, and I’d like to relish that for as long as possible.”

My pulse quickens at his declaration because I don’t quite know how to interpret his words. For as long as possible? As in ‘until I have to go back home’? As much as I want to be optimistic, a slightly nervous sensation remains. But instead of addressing my worries, I ask, “So I’m not just your weekend fling?”

He chuckles and lifts our entwined hands to place a soft kiss on my knuckles. “Definitely not just a weekend fling. What about you? What is this to you?”

“Well,” I say with a sigh, “certainly not a weekend-fling either. I agree, spending time with you feels easy and comfortable. I have no idea what will happen when I leave at the end of the summer, but I’d love to enjoy your company until then.”

I swallow as a slight blush suffuses my cheeks. I’m surprised at my own words, how I make it sound like it’s no big deal that whatever this is between us has an expiration date. I don’t know if he believes me because as much as I want to believe what I told him, I’m not sure I will be able to let him go just like that once I have to go back home. And if we continue to spend so much time together, it will be so much harder – something I assume he won’t have a problem with. But he gets under my skin, stirring intense and marvelous feelings inside me, so I accept the possibility of heartbreak when I’ll lose him as long as I can have him for now.

Even though he smiles at me, I can’t fully read his reaction to my words. “Sounds good,” he finally says before he kisses my lips. When he leans back, he holds out his hand, inviting me to lie down next to him.

“One more thing,” I say before I accept his invitation. “Will you promise to always be honest with me? To tell me when you’ve had enough of me?”

He rolls his eyes and snorts but laughs softly when he looks at me. “There are some pretty crazy ideas in your head right now. But I promise.”

I smile and take his outstretched hand. But before I let him pull me down on top of him, I say with furrowed brows, “Okay, um, talking about honesty. I lied to you.”

He narrows his eyes at me. “You lied?”

I shrug and avert my gaze. “Yeah. It’s not Jared,” I mumble.

He gasps. “I’m shocked! How could you?” He looks at me with mock outrage as he tugs at my hand. I let myself fall, and before I know what’s happening, he turns us around and pins my body down with his. He wraps my legs around his waist and presses himself harder against me. “I think this calls for some punishment,” he breathes on my skin. His hands travel over my burning skin, and his mouth leaves a trail of hot kisses along my neck, taking me to a place of pure bliss, making me forget all my worries.

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