Caged: Cellar Door Series (17 page)

“Shay. Nice to see you, now why don’t you get your fucking hands off JD.” Stunned didn’t cover it, I was gob smacked by Kylee’s outburst. She really wanted to bitch about hands on someone? What the hell?

To Shay’s credit or stupidity, she didn’t remove her fingers but glared back at Kylee. “You’re not his momma Kylee. I know you two are friends but you have no claim to JD. He does what he wants to who he wants when he wants.” Shay’s cattiness was dripping from each word and she pressed closer to me, rubbing her breasts against my arm.

A shade of red rose along Kylee’s neck and over her face as she bunched her small hands into fists. “Shay, he didn’t want you in high school when you trailed like a lost puppy behind him, I can assure you he doesn’t want you now. And I damn sure wouldn’t want to be his momma. That would be a little West Virginia like since I’m the one he’s doing.”

You could have bought my ass for a nickel. My hell cat had turned into a tiny tiger and her claws were out big time. I knocked my shot back and tried to reconcile the woman who had walked away from me earlier with the one that was spitting mad that some chick was touching me.

Kylee moved to step towards Shay so I swung around on my stool, crossed my arms and stretched my long ass legs out keeping them between both the women. I didn’t even bother to look at Shay who was getting ready to fire off another exchange. “Fuck off Shay.”

Shay sputtered. “You are such an asshole JD. Why do I have to fuck off? I was here first.”

I just shrugged.“Been called worse by better Shay. I’m doing you a favor. Don’t make me ask twice.” Shay got to moving with a whole lot of huffing and puffing. I was wondering with all the breaths she was pulling in if she was going to blow up like those puffer fish things. As soon as she vacated the spot, I pulled my legs back setting my boots on either side of my stool on the lowest rung. I rubbed my palms against my shorts over my thighs before I reached up and twisted my ball cap around, pulling the brim down low over my forehead.

“Why are you here Kylee?” My anger sounded through every syllable while my arms itched to pull her to me. Fucking traitorous damn limbs.

“Why am I here? Gee I don’t have a clue why I would leave the bar I was at when I noticed you were gone and come looking for you just to find you with that bimbo all up on you.” In true Kylee style, she had her hands fisted on her hips.

“Well that makes two of us cause I don’t know why you’d leave pretty boy to come looking for me either. You sure didn’t have shit to say when you went running to him.” Yeah, I was jealous just a fucking little bit and that chaffed my ass.

“What are you talking about? I went and spoke to my ex who is still a friend of mine and turned around to find you gone. Brett and I both realized I wasn’t into anything serious with him two years ago and there were no hard feelings. I was shocked to see him in Bristow because he doesn’t live around here.” Kylee had a whole lot of confused going on across her pretty little features. How the fuck did she not get it?

“Oh, so that’s cool but Shay touches my ink and you’re ready to throw down? Hell  we’ve known Shay for years.” My voice was getting louder, was like an explosion coming from my chest. I was still well beyond pissed that my baby girl’s arms had been wrapped around that dude and I was catching a rash of shit for some chick touching my arm. It was like acid was churning in my gut. I had been loud enough to draw Sadie’s attention, and heard her at my back.

“JD, you aight?” I nodded, barely but I did get one out. I was so stiff from trying to hold onto my control that I could feel every muscle in my arms and shoulders lock up.

“Should I call Matt?” Sadie knew the proper operation and procedure if it looked like there might be no reeling me in.

I shoved the words through my teeth, past my lips. “I’m tight Sadie.”

Kylee took in a deep breath, her eyes moving to look past my shoulder to track Sadie as she moved down the bar and then let the breath out slowly. “Shay wants to sleep with you JD. Hell they all do. Brett doesn’t want anything from me.”

I laughed a caustic sound out. “Yeah, he’s got a dick princess, trust me on this, he wants to use it.”

Kylee’s nose scrunched up. “You are such an asshole JD.”

I shrugged. “So I’ve heard. Look I got nothing to say right now. I just wanted to get a couple drinks. You know me; when I’m pissed I’m not gonna be nice about a fucking thing. Was better that I left.” I didn’t bother cluing her in that I had been ready to rip pretty boy to pieces, limb by fucking limb. My leaving had been the least assholish thing I could do.

Hurt bled from Kylee’s features, twisting her pretty face into a whole lot of something sad that stabbed me straight in the chest. “And you’re mad at me?” Kylee had always hated it if someone was angry with her, no matter how much or how little, mad at all and it hurt her feelings.

I could feel my anger backing down some to the feeling of wanting to wipe the hurt from her. I tugged at the brim of my cap, pulling it down lower. “Yeah. Lil fucking bit. Look Ky, just let it the fuck alone. It’ll be fine.”

Kylee’s voice lost its fire, got soft and gut wrenching. Kryptofuckingnite…

“I’m sorry JD. I don’t even understand why you’re so mad at me. I’m so confused in general with this.” She waved her hand to indicate me and her “Maybe tomorrow we can talk when you’re not so pissed off at me.” Kylee took in a deep breath and let out another sigh.

Such was the pain in the ass of having to deal with me. She’d known me most of my life. If I was angry I wasn’t going to be in the mood to have any kind of discussion about anything. 

“You staying here? I could give you a ride home.” Those deep dark browns were slaying me. The depth of hurt shimmering in them I was putting there and watching them move around the club I knew she was wondering who I might go home with. Fire up the anger one more time. How the fuck did she not get there wasn’t another fucking soul I wanted.

I shook my head, both hands going to my brim as I rounded it out. “You think I’m gonna drag a body home or go home with some random don’t ya?”

Kylee chewed her bottom lip, dropping her gaze from mine, looking anywhere but at me. “You’ve been drinking. Matt said he was going to get a ride from Ronnie and your trucks parked out front. I’m just looking out for you.”

For most people that would’ve made them feel better, it flat lit my switch. She was skirting around the issue and I was out of patience. Tapped bone dry of it. I jerked my cap around backwards, straightened up on the stool and crossed my inked up arms over my black t-shirt. “There is only one god damn woman in this club I’d be interested in going home with Kylee Grace and she’s got me wound up tighter than an eight day fucking clock right now. So put that shit out of your pretty little head. It pisses me off. I don’t need a damn baby sitter, thought we had covered that before. You want to take me home it better be because you’re wanting to spend time with me, not some pity fucking ride because I’ve been drinking. There’re cabs that can fill that purpose.”

Kylee snapped her head up, fire replacing the hurt in those big browns of hers. “What do you want from me damn it! You want to hear that I worry you’ll follow whatever willing female shows up next to drown out whatever your latest issue is. I’ve had to swallow that for most of my life. I know you. Remember. I know how you operate. I saw it first hand with that bimbo Shay rubbing her tits all over your arm. I’ve seen it more often than not since you hit puberty.” My hell cat was back to spitting mad and giving me some info I damn sure hadn’t known back in the day. Hearing those words from her was undoing me in all kinds of ways. Sick fucker that I am, I liked a jealous Kylee. I was still pissed off though; still couldn’t get the image of her and douche out of my mind. Kylee with preppy made way too much sense to me.

I stood up, reached in my pocket and drug out more than enough money to cover my tab and tip. I dropped the cash on the bar not even looking back and tucked the wallet back in my shorts. “Let’s go.” I passed by her snagging her hand in mine and all but stormed to the door, slamming a palm against it to push it open, sending a grunt to the bouncer on duty as I passed by.

We didn’t speak on the walk to her truck or on the ride home. I was getting bad about leaving my damn ride everywhere. I needed to start taking cabs places.

Kylee pulled in front of my apartment and left her truck running. I exited it, slamming the door a little harder than I intended and then changed course. I rounded the truck and knuckled her window. Kylee rolled it down and stared at me unsure of what I was going to say or do next but at least there was no fear in that look, just a lot of unsure, and a whole lot of confused.

“Just so you know Kylee. I was getting ready to tell Shay to fuck off before you walked up on me. There is only one fucking female whose hands I want on me and tonight I watched them wrap around another god damn dude. The kind of guy that fits you. So excuse the fuck out of me if I ain’t handling it real god damn well.” I spun on my Diesels and stalked to the front door, unlocking it and slamming it so hard I was surprised it didn’t fly off the hinges.

              I’d just kicked off my boots, both of them thudding to the ground after planting my ass on my bed when I heard the front door slam shut almost as hard as I’d just shut it. Clicking of heels on the hall floor followed before my door burst open. Kylee stomped across the floor, kicked off her heels and moved to the other side of the bed near my dresser. I tracked every move she made wondering what the hell she was doing. She’d dropped me off. I figured she was going on home.

She stripped off her Capri’s exposing a little lace thong that had all my attention before she pulled off the black sheer top, leaving just the black tank top on. She pulled back my comforter and sheet then slid into my bed.

I dropped my ball cap onto my night stand, peeled off my t-shirt and tossed it towards the hamper near the door. Standing up, I pulled the bandage free from my side and checked the staples. The skin looked decent considering it had only been two nights ago that a knife had been shoved into it. Kylee’s fingers came from behind me to touch near the staples causing me to suck in a sharp breath and it was not from pain. Those slender digits touching my skin shot a flame of lust barreling through me.

“Does it hurt?” I turned around to find that Kylee had crawled to my side of the bed, was sitting up on her knees and peering at my wound.

I shook my head back and forth. “Nope.”

She gave me an incredulous look, her brows drawn down. “You sure?”

It hurt all right but it wasn’t my side that was in pain, it was JD Jr who was not a happy camper being trapped inside my shorts when he clearly wanted to come out and play. It made forming full sentences damn near impossible. “I’m good.”

Kylee’s other hand came to rest on my waist as she looked closer at the incision that had been made. “It doesn’t sound like your good JD.” She was worrying her bottom lip, staring intently at my side, the soft pads of her fingers moving along my skin as she sat up on her knees in nothing but lace and a tank top. Really…it wasn’t rocket fucking science what my problem might be but Kylee was clearly having a blond moment even for a brunette and not getting it.

I framed both my hands around her face, tilting her head back so she could look me in the eyes. “It’s definitely not my side that is bothering me right now, the furthest thing from it.”

Understanding dawned on Kylee’s face as she dropped her eyes to the bulge at the front of my shorts, her finger tips tightening into both sides of my waist, her mouth forming a pretty circle. “Oh…”

I grunted my response, all the blood in my body centered with my cock. “Yeah, oh.”

Kylee began to stammer. “I I I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…”

“Don’t see why you seem surprised. Every time I’m near you my dick sits up and pants for you along with all the rest of me. Always has baby girl.” Kylee looked out of sorts like she wasn’t sure how to take that. Maybe if I repeated it daily she would finally get it.

I moved over her, pushing her to the bed, her back falling down as her legs folded beneath her. She pulled them straight as I came to lay on my right side, keeping the staples on my left clear.

Big beautiful brown eyes held mine as I folded my hand up and ran my knuckles gently along her face, dropping them down to brush against her neck. She trembled at each stroke and it made me want to touch her more. Fuck damn and hell I needed her to get it. Words kept failing me to truly make her see how I felt about her.

My thumb swept against her collarbone, my flesh to hers and she sucked in a breath that went straight to the center of me making my dick harden further. I’ve spent more time with women than without but only one has truly held every fucking second of my attention and she currently was laying in my bed with startled wide eyes staring at me.

I ran my knuckles down lower, lightly breezing over the fabric of her tank top, my thumb sweeping over her breast. I refused to rush this time. My words sucked ass, but my actions had always spoken as if they were being shoved through a megaphone and I wanted Kylee to hear me, really hear me, to get it. I rubbed my thumb back and forth over her breast through her shirt, found the pebbled peak that sat up listening before I lowered my head and kissed just above her breast, pressing my lips to her heart. I moved them back and forth over the sweet skin, Kylee’s hands driving into my hair, knotting her fingers as best she could in the short strands.

I needed her to really hear me, not words, fuck knows those were sold by the dozens, but feel every part of what I was trying to say through my touch, from my fucking aching heart. All the shit I couldn’t say; hadn’t been able to tell her. She kept missing just what she meant to me so I was taking the time to make sure she didn’t mistake the connection again, the need I had for her.

I moved my hand down until my fingers could crawl beneath the hem of her tank top, my fingers bunching the fabric and sliding up over her rib cage, letting my knuckles slide against her creamy skin. Her breath sucked in, her rib bones standing out in stark relief to her skin as I moved my mouth down to follow the same path my hand had just moved over, my lips grazing her flesh adoringly.

Kylee’s back arched, her fingernails scraping over my scalp as I traced my mouth back up over her ribs, passing over the lace scrap that covered her breasts, stopping just above the fabric. I pressed my mouth to her chest again, willing her to feel what I was feeling, to take it in, and to get it. I pressed another soulful kiss to the skin covering her heart, both her hands folding around my head to hold me there.

“JD?” Her soft mewl of my name was interrupting what I was trying to say.

I propped up on my elbow, my other arm banding around her rib cage hugging her to me as I kissed the spot again. I chanced a glance to my beautiful girl and her eyes shimmered with tears she was holding back. “Shhh baby girl. Just listen to me.”

Her voice cracked, came out a broken whisper. “I am…I really am.”

I released the arm holding her to me, brought my fingers around to trace the edges of the cups of her bra, sliding the fabric up to expose the sweet globes, finally moving my mouth to capture her nipple, torturing the turgid peak with my tongue, slowly dancing around the pebbled tip until I sucked it into my mouth.

Soft pleas poured from Kylee, her body squirmed, moving with pent up need, the same need that burned through my veins. My hand splayed over her ribcage, glided down along the soft skin against her flat abdomen before moving lower to cup her core, her knees popped up, her bottom pushing up off the bed trying to put more friction between my hand and her sweet spot.

I dipped my fingers beneath the scrap of  lace that covered her, her thighs parting to give me better access, dragging my fingers through her soaked flesh, stroking her slowly careful to pay attention to the bundle of nerves that had her nails digging into my skull. I moved my mouth away from the other breast I was currently feasting on, teasing with slow licks and deep sucks to lay claim to her mouth.

Kylee’s tongue plunged into my mouth, mine wrapping around its twin, sliding along and around hers slowly. It was the kind of kiss I’d never graced another woman with, the kind that left you needing more, wanting more, the kind that said I’m never going to be through with you.

I kept my fingers busy, two long digits finding her entrance and pressing inside. Kylee’s teeth clacked against mine as her head fell back, her body quivering. I circled her clit with my thumb, rolled the tight nub building her pleasure up until she broke. Her arms wrapped around my neck as she whispered screamed my name into my mouth, her mouth fusing to mine as her orgasm crashed over her.

Kylee’s thighs closed around my hand as she alternately fought to keep it there or force it away, her arms squeezing my neck tightly. “JD..I need..please..please …”

Her legs parted once more, released the hold they had on my hand. I got to my shorts, twisted the button, dropped the zipper and shoved out of them, the material dropping to my floor as I moved to settle between her thighs, my fully erect dick throbbing in time with the blood pumping through my heart, the same organ that belonged to the slip of a girl beneath me. I tried to pull away, needed to get to the condoms I kept in my nightstand but Kylee grabbed me closer.

“I’m on the pill JD…please…” My sanity was almost shredded but I held onto a loose end of it, determined she didn’t mistake me once again. Instead of answering her, I lowered my lips to hers, licked at the lower one she was always biting, teased the soft pillow of flesh, her eyes locked on mine as I slowly entered her, my cock sliding between the warm, velvet like walls.

My abdomen clenched, the muscles flexing tightly. I hadn’t been with a women bareback since my early teens when I’d lost my virginity. Being joined to Kylee, skin to skin, mouth to mouth, feeling every inch of her as she clung to me was beyond words, if I believed in heaven, it could be described as that or even better.

Kylee moaned into my mouth and I shifted my hips, moving them back and forth, entering her in smooth glides, my tongue playing along hers. I’d heard about making love and knew right that moment that’s exactly what I was doing. I wasn’t fucking, wasn’t banging a broad out, I was making love to the one girl that had and would forever hold my heart and I was hoping she was feeling it, was finally getting it.

I knew she’d need words too but for now I was giving her everything I couldn’t say, didn’t know how, my body moving over hers, slowly forcing a storm to build within her one more time, her hips rising to meet each one of my thrusts as I sank into her deeply each time.

Kylee’s breathing hitched, her legs squeezing my hips before wrapping tightly around me and I knew she was close, was balancing on the edge. I lowered my head, trailed my tongue along the smooth curve of her neck before I drew that soft skin  into my mouth, my teeth grazing against the area at the same time that I quickened my pace, the steady push and pull rhythm that had been a slow burn changing into a raging fire that was consuming us both. Kylee’s nails dug grooves into my back, her turned head leaning into my arm, her teeth bearing down on my bicep as she cried out. Her walls worked me, drove me over my own cliff as I thrust deeply into her, letting go, my release exploding from me.

I shuddered and lowered over Kylee, my body slick with sweat and completely spent. I nuzzled her neck for a moment, neither of us breaking the quiet that surrounded us. Rolling to my back, I pulled Kylee over my chest and toyed with the ends of her hair, content to lay just like that for the rest of the night or morning since it was after midnight.

It was short lived however when I heard the front door slam shut with a heavy set of footsteps heading straight towards my bedroom.

“Matt’s in a hurry, cover up princess.” Kylee shifted and got beneath my sheets with a giggle as I moved to the side of the bed, retrieved my shorts and shoved my legs into them.

I’d just gotten them over my hips when Matt’s fist connected to the door in three rapid knocks before throwing the door open. Pissed would have been a mild description of Matt, his green eye’s as dark as I’d ever seen them. He tempered slightly when he realized Kylee was in my bed and naked beneath the sheet. “Shit, my bad guys.” Matt pointed to me. “I need to talk to you, now.”

I nodded. “Give me a sec. I’ll meet ya in the living room. If it’s as bad as your face is telling me it is, get me a drink.” Matt grunted and shut my door.

Dropping down onto the bed, I stretched my long body over Kylee, pausing to brush my lips across hers, one of her arms snaking around the back of my neck as she returned the kiss. “Gotta stop baby girl or I’m really gonna piss him off.” Kylee laughed and kissed me harder until I groaned and pulled away.

“Trust me, I would just as soon stay in this bed but unless you want an audience, it’s better if I meet him in the living room. Matt will have no hesitation about coming back in here.” I stood up, grabbed my ball cap and slapped it over my head backwards, not bothering with a t-shirt.

“JD?” I looked back at Kylee, the sight of her in my bed making me feel all kinds of something I’d never wanted before with anyone, something like seeing Kylee there every time my lids popped open. “Yeah?”

“Will Matt mind if I come with you?” I chuckled until Kylee got to her knees, the sheet pooling across her lap, her long hair barely covering her bare breasts. Fucking Christ she was killing me.

“I’m pretty sure he fully expects you. Whatever happens with me and you baby girl, you know Mattie’s always going to be there for you right? He will call us both on our shit when needed but he will not choose between us. That’s not how he is. Even when I was being a dick and not talking to you, did that stop him from staying in touch? Nope…not at fucking all. Lil shit delighted in telling me every time he’d talked with you.” There had been times I’d wanted to duct tape Matt’s mouth shut like when he was filling me on Kylee dating. He’d finally learned that some shit was dangerous to his health to taunt me with.

“Oh, okay.” Kylee graced me with a big smile and hopped from the bed, quickly dragging her tank over her head, pulling it down her torso before scampering around to my dresser and snagging a pair of my athletic shorts. She had to tie them as tight as they would go and still had to roll the top over to get them to stay up.

I pulled the door open, linking her fingers with mine and walked to the living room. Matt had a double shot of bourbon sitting next to the recliner.

“That bad?” Matt nodded. I sat and drained the shot as Kylee got settled on my lap, careful not to bump my incision and staples. “Fill me in.”