"END GAME" - ᴍᴀʜᴏᴍᴇs.

063. be quiet

As the night wore on, Patrick finally made his way upstairs, yawning widely as he trudged down the hall to his bedroom. He slipped inside, shutting the door softly behind him, and began to undress to get into bed.
Glancing over, he spotted Kylie already tucked beneath the covers, her dark hair fanned out across the pillow. Assuming she'd drifted off to sleep, Patrick climbed into bed beside her, reaching over to brush a gentle kiss against her cheek. But instead of slumbering peacefully, Kylie's eyes fluttered open at the touch. A small, amused smile curved her lips as she turned to face her boyfriend.
"Hey," she murmured, her voice husky with sleep. Patrick froze, his heart skipping a beat as he realized he may have woken her up.
"Oh, hey, I didn't realise you were awake,"
Kylie giggled at the comment, rubbing her round belly absentmindedly. "Yeah, well, it's hard to sleep when you have a baby kicking your ribs."
She shifted slightly, making room for Patrick as his hand came to rest possessively on her stomach. His fingers gently explored the firm curve, feeling their child move within.
Emboldened by her relaxed state, Patrick wrapped an arm around Kylie's waist, drawing her closer. Their lips met in a tender kiss, filled with affection and longing.
As the embrace intensified, Patrick's wandering hand slid lower, coming to rest on Kylie's thigh. He stroked the soft skin, inching his fingers upward, eager to reconnect with her warmth and closeness. He deepened the kiss, his hand slipping further up Kylie's thigh as he pulled her flush against his chest. But just as things started to heat up, Kylie placed a hand on his shoulder, gently breaking away.
Breathless, she looked up at him through heavy-lidded eyes.
"We can't," she whispered, her voice strained with desire.
Confusion flickered across Patrick's face.
"Why not?" he asked, his own breathing labored.
Kylie bit her lip, a mischievous glint in her eye.
"I let Tay crash in the spare room," she revealed, watching as realization dawned on her boyfriend's features.
Patrick's eyes widened comically.
"Oh shit, I told Trav he could stay there too." he laughed, the implications of his mistake sinking in. Kylie grinned at the revelation, a fit of suppressed giggles bubbling up in her throat.
"He better look before he gets into bed, or he's gonna crush her," she whispered, barely able to contain her amusement. Just as Patrick opened his mouth to respond, a faint noise reached their ears - the unmistakable creak of a mattress spring echoing from across the hall. Kylie tensed, her eyes widening in shock. The bed frame squeaked again, followed by Taylor's muffled command: "Shh!"
Then came the unmistakable sound of Travis' low chuckle, followed by Taylor's quick inhale of breath.
Kylie's jaw dropped, scandalized at the sounds drifting through the thin walls. She stared at Patrick, a mix of shock and intrigue written across her features.
"Are they...?" she trailed off, unable to bring herself to voice the thought aloud.nSeizing the opportunity, Patrick pulled Kylie closer, a wicked gleam in his eye.
"Well, they don't seem to care that we're here, so does that mean we can finish what we started?" He punctuated the question with a kiss to Kylie's neck, eliciting a shudder from his girlfriend.
"Patrick!" She scolded, even as a hint of desire colored her tone. She swatted at his chest halfheartedly, a blush rising to her cheeks.Patrick merely chuckled at Kylie's feeble attempt to rebuff him, knowing full well how much she enjoyed his attentions. Undeterred, he pressed another kiss to the sensitive spot below her ear, his hands beginning to wander once more.
"Do you want me to stop?" he murmured, his voice low and seductive. His fingers traced patterns on her hip, teasing the edge of her shorts. Kylie swallowed hard, torn between propriety and arousal.
"No," she admitted at last, her voice barely above a whisper. "Don't stop..."

Encouraged, Patrick captured her lips in a searing kiss, pouring all his pent-up passion into the embrace. Panting lightly, Kylie managed to pull away from Patrick's demanding kiss. Her soft hazel eyes searched his face, a pleading note in their depths.
"You need to be quiet, though." she warned him softly, a thread of desperation weaving through her words. Patrick's only response was a slow, sensual smile, his fingers dancing over Kylie's bump and sliding round her waist as he spoke.
"I'm not the loud one, baby. That's you."
At his accusation, Kylie bristled, affront evident in her tone.
"I am not loud." she insisted, even as her cheeks flushed with a telling hint of truth.
Without warning, Patrick targeted the column of her throat with heated kisses, nibbling and sucking the delicate skin until Kylie couldn't hold back a soft, yearning moan. Patrick's quiet laughter rumbled against Kylie's skin as he continued his sensual assault on her neck. She squirmed beneath him, equal parts frustrated and aroused by his teasing.
"It's not fair," she pouted, her voice breathy with need. "I can't help it."
She arched into Patrick's touch, a soft gasp escaping her parted lips as his skilled fingers slipped beneath her panties and found a particularly sensitive spot.
In retaliation, Patrick nipped playfully at her earlobe, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine.
"Maybe I should put that pretty mouth of yours to better use then," he suggested huskily, his meaning crystal clear.
Kylie's pulse raced at the implication, desire pooling hot and heavy in her core. Biting her lower lip, she tentatively slid her hand down Patrick's stomach, feeling the faint ridges of muscle tense beneath her touch. she went lower and lower, until her palm brushed against the prominent bulge straining against his sweatpants.
Patrick's sharp intake of breath drew her attention upwards, where she found him staring down at her with hooded eyes, his pupils blown wide with lust. Emboldened by his reaction, Kylie cupped him fully through the fabric, giving a gentle squeeze that had him throbbing against her hand.