Falling Forward ✔

Chapter Nineteen - Reece

Bas and Spencer show up at our apartment an hour before the sun's even considered rising for the day. There's snow on the ground, more still floating through the night sky, and it's quickly turning into slush.

"Kaila! There are three duffle bags out here and only one of them is mine. It's for two nights, not a week!" I yell from the kitchen, frustratedly smacking the coffee maker until it submits.

"I have a lot to bring!" She hollers back.

A door slams, and Kaila appears in the doorway with a blanket tucked under one arm, and a neck pillow under the other. She's clad in her favorite pair of pink sweatpants that I know have the phrase "If you can read this, your eyes are in the wrong place" across her ass. Her hair is pulled back in a neat pair of braids, feet shoved into rainbow fuzzy slippers, and sporting a black cut-off t-shirt without a bra.

"I don't know where we're staying so I have two swimsuits, one for you," she clumsily wiggles a finger in my direction, "and one for me." She turns the digit on herself. "Just in case."

"And the rest of it?" I press, drum my fingers impatiently while the coffee brews. The K-cup machine broke, so we've been slumming it one slow percolated drip at a time.

Kaila shrugs, "Well two towels, of course. Hotel ones are just—" she makes a very un-ladylike gagging noise. "And shampoo, conditioner, some jeans, a few sweatshirts..." Kaila drones on, my ears bleeding with the onslaught of information this early.

"Okay," I throw an arm up, "forget I asked."

She wrinkles her nose, stalks over to her bags, and dumps the pillow and blanket over top. "I also packed condoms, do you need some?"

I'm about to shout a hell no when she waves a hand, bends down, and unzips her bag. "Never mind, I know your default answer. When you're facing a very naked, sexy as fuck Bas, you'll change your mind."

My heart lurches into my throat. Not only have I faced a nearly naked, sexy as fuck Bas, but I sat on his lap and demanded that he jerk off for me. Then, like that wasn't enough, I'd taunted him for it. Worse, I had enjoyed it.

It's nothing I've ever experienced before, being the one in charge. New, but intoxicating. I want that control again. I want the power to make a big, sexy hockey player helpless to my words and touch.

I remember the way his eyes burned up at me, how his grip and strokes had gotten desperate while I watched. He was just as turned on by the power trip as I was. I fucking loved it.

"See? You're already going all gooey-eyed at the thought." Kaila grins, pulling me from my heated memories and dropping a box of condoms into my bag. "I gotchu girl," then, "these are Spencer's favorite, so hopefully you like 'em."

I gawk, give a strangled, alarmed noise, and flush bright red.

Kaila giggles. "Damn I love teasing you."

"I hate you."

She mock pouts. "Aw, that's mean." Then a squeal, and, "Oh! I packed three of my most mouth-watering lingerie sets. I'll throw in one of those, too."

I have the unquenchable urge to strangle her.

Then Kaila vaults to her feet, top flying up to expose her breasts. Suddenly my need to asphyxiate her takes a backseat to the need to preserve her decency. "Are you really going out like that?" I gesture.

The coffee maker makes a glorious ding and I jump on it, pulling out the pot and pouring the piping liquid into two travel mugs.

"What's wrong with it?" Kaila spares her outfit a confused glance.