The Change Up Page 54
“Let me help you finish then.” I flip her to her stomach and position her over the arm of the couch and come up behind her. I tease her entrance with the tip of my cock and groan when I feel how wet she is. “Babe, you’re so goddamn ready for me.”
She twists and sits on the couch just as I’m about to enter her. “I said I’m not done talking.”
Ready to protest, she grabs my cock and starts fisting me while her other hand rolls my balls gently.
Ahh, hell.
“Fuck, Kinsley. Do you really think I’m going to pay attention now?”
“Yes.” She pumps me hard, using her thumb to circle the tip when she moves up my shaft. “I want to throw you a party.”
“No party,” I say through clenched teeth, eyes shut. My body’s already humming and ready to release—that’s how pathetic I am when it comes to this girl. She stops and holds me. Glancing down, I ask, “Uh, babe, what are you doing?”
Her thumb plays with the sensitive part just underneath the head. “I’m waiting for you to agree to the party. That’s what I’m doing.”
“Seriously?” When I go to move away, her grip on me tightens, stopping me from going anywhere. She literally has me by the balls and I think she planned this all along. “Kinsley.”
“Just hear me out.” She bats her eyelashes, and I know instantly that I’m going to give in to whatever she wants. Not only because I want to make her happy, but because that one look will be my undoing every goddamn time. “I love you, Maddox, and I love how you brought me into your life, introduced me to your friends, and this world we share together now. A world I’ve never had before, or at least, one that I lost when you moved away.” My heart sinks. I’m no longer worried about my dick and balls in her hands as I take a seat next to her and once again pull her onto my lap.
“Kinny.” I lift her chin up but she shakes her head and presses her hands to my chest.
“No, I don’t want this to be a sad moment, but a happy one. I’ve cherished this time with you so much, Maddox. I feel so lucky that I took that job, because it brought me back to you.” She smiles and one of her thumbs rubs over my nipple. “I want to celebrate that. It will just be us and a few friends at the bar. I’ll even get you a regular cake. Please?”
I rub her thighs and lean my head against the back of the couch as I smile up at her. “You’re going to make it damn hard to say no to you for the rest of our lives, you realize that?”
The corners of her lips turn up and she flings her body forward, hugging me tightly. I kiss the side of her neck and she giggles as my hands run down to her ass where I give it a squeeze. “Rest of our lives, huh?” she asks, her breath tickling my shoulder as I work my mouth up her neck and then to her jaw.
“You’re stuck with me, babe.”
“I think it’s the other way around.” She lifts off me for a second. “You’re stuck with me.” Then she lifts up, positions my cock at her entrance, and sits all the way down.
“Ah, fuck, Kinsley,” I groan, my head falling back again as she moves her hips over mine. “Baby, we’re so good at this.”
And that’s the truth. It’s never felt this good. This right. This real.
Having Kinsley as mine feels like the universe is finally allowing me to be happy. I simply hadn’t known that a part of me was incomplete. When Lincoln prattled on about love making such a difference with Potter and Orson, I scoffed. But I get it. The connection I experienced once a month, the ease to talk about anything, the openness, the support . . . the honesty. The joy. I now have that every day. No more fa?ades. She’s not the only one that has benefitted from this world she feels I gave her. She brought our world to me. My friends love her. I love her.
There is nothing more perfect than Kinsley in my arms, being able to call her my girl, and keeping her as mine . . . for the rest of my life.
“Let me guess, you’re drawing Kinsley,” Lincoln says, sitting next to me on the couch in the locker room as we wait out a rain delay.
I glance up at him and bring my notebook closer to my chest. “Maybe,” I answer, even though everyone in the locker room knows damn well I’m drawing Kinsley, but this time, she’s with Herman.
“Dude, you are so far gone with this girl, especially if you’re letting her throw you a birthday party.”
I make a scratch across my paper, trying to replicate the wave in her hair. “Ah, she’s all right.”
“Bullshit.” Linc laughs hard as Jason joins us, a water bottle in one hand, a protein bar in the other.
“Do I look fat?” Jason asks.
“What?” I ask, looking up from my sketch.
“I think I’ve gained that marriage weight, you know?”
“You know, I was going to mention a little chunk on you,” Lincoln says with an evil grin.
Great.
Now we’re going to deal with hysterics.
“Seriously?” Jason asks, standing from his chair and lifting his shirt, showing off a six-pack.
Shaking my head, I go back to my sketch and say, “Yeah, a real heifer.”
“You’re not fat,” Cory says in an annoyed tone, joining the circle. “Jesus, Jason.”
Jason takes a seat. “My pants feel tight. Every time I squat, I swear they’re going to rip in the back.”
I curl my lips together, holding back my smile.
“Dottie doesn’t think I’ve gained weight. She said I looked shredded this morning while she was bouncing on top of me.”
“Details not needed,” Cory says.
“I don’t understand.” Jason plays with the open flap of his baseball pants. “I had to undo these because they were cutting into my stomach.”
Lincoln turns away, covering his mouth.
“I haven’t changed my diet. I mean, sure, okay, I eat pussy more now, but that doesn’t have any calories.”
“Jesus . . . Christ,” Cory mumbles, dragging his hand over his face. “Will you just tell him already?” Cory begs.
“Tell me what?” Jason looks around, confusion written all over his face.
I bury my head in my drawing while Lincoln pulls his shirt over his mouth to hide his laughing.
“Tell me . . . what?” Jason asks, sitting taller now.
Cory huffs under his breath and says, “The pitching staff has been slowly switching your pants out for smaller ones. I think they reached their limit today if you’re about to split the seams.”
“What?” Jason roars out of his chair, peels his pants off his body, leaving him in just a pair of white boxer briefs as he looks at the tag. His eyes narrow and then his head slowly lifts up. “You mother . . . fuckers.”
I can’t hold it back anymore and neither can Lincoln. We both bust out laughing, our heads falling back as we roar.
Jason throws the pants at us that we bat away and he flops back in his seat, sinking into the cushions with a plop. “I can’t believe you made me question my figure; you know how hard I work on it.”
Linc wipes at his eyes and says, “God, I’ve been waiting for this day. It’s felt like torture, but it paid off so well.”
I reach over and we pound fists. “Totally worth it.”
“Oh, just you wait,” Jason says, pointing at me. “I am going to make a spectacle at your birthday party tomorrow night.”
“How is that any different than what you always do?” I ask, going back to my drawing and focusing on the curve of Kinsley’s smile, missing her, wishing I was curled up with her on the couch rather than sitting in a locker room full of testosterone.
“I’ll make it even worse. I’ll . . . I’ll, hell, I’ll make out with you.”
I shrug. “Okay, just wear ChapStick.”
“I would pay good money to see you two make out,” Linc says, shaking his head.
“That’s not creepy at all,” I say with a pointed look.
Cutting in, Cory says, “I didn’t think you wanted a party.”
“Kinsley’s idea. Couldn’t say no.” I highlight her eyes, adding an extra layer of black to her eyelashes.
“She has him wrapped around her finger,” Linc says, pointing out the obvious.
“I’m in love, what can I say?” It comes so easily, telling the guys I’m in love, as if I’ve always been this open and honest. I know a lot of it has to do with Kinsley and her easing this ball of tension that’s been twisting and turning in my chest for years.
“I’m impressed,” Cory says, the wise one of the group. “You’re not even going to deny the fact that you’re whipped.”
“As if any of you aren’t,” I counter.
Linc raises his hand. “I’m not.”
“Please,” Jason scoffs. “What about that girl you told me about last night. You were practically drooling just at the thought of her.”
Cory smirks. “Have a crush on a girl, Linc?”
“What? No,” Linc lies through his teeth. I’ve known the guy since the minors, and he’s been infatuated with this girl since college. “Just a friend . . . with benefits, but we haven’t talked in a while. It’s nothing.”
“Anyway, he’s proposing soon, I can see it in his eyes,” Jason says.
“You couldn’t be more wrong,” Linc says and then thumbs toward me. “If anyone is proposing soon. It’s this guy.”
Jason and Cory both lift their brows in question. I shrug and continue to focus on the picture in front of me. “Wouldn’t be opposed to ring shopping.”
“Oh damn.” Jason fans his face. “You just lit me up inside. Can I help pick out the ring?”
Serious, I stare Jason in the eyes and say, “No.”