Accidentally On Purpose Part 8

"I told them I would take you home," Kyle said, searching my face for what I didn't know. It was kind of annoying.

"I'll be at the bar," I grumbled, and that's where I stayed until Kyle and Jess were ready to go.

"I have a four a.m. flight to catch," Jess reminded him on our way out. "I still have to pack." She nodded in my direction. "And you have to take your a.s.sistant home."

I stretched out across the backseat while Jess took the front. For the first few minutes, she berated various guests of the gala, people I had seen her hanging out with.

"Where are you going?" Jess asked Kyle after a few minutes.

"I'm taking you home. You have to pack for your flight, you've made that clear."

"I thought you were taking her home first."

"Does that even make sense? You want me to drive across the bridge, come back across, and then back again again to go home myself?" to go home myself?"

"Well..."

"I'm exhausted, Jess. I'm taking you home first."

"Okay." She said grudgingly.

They spoke in low tones for the rest of the ride to the Main Line. If I wanted to pay attention, I could have eavesdropped on their entire conversation, but I tuned them out and stared out of the window the entire time. I felt like I was imposing on them anyway.

When we pulled into the driveway of Jess's parents' enormous home, she turned in her seat, smiled a fake smile.

"Have a nice night, Emmy. Oh," her face scrunched up. "Your hair's messed up from all of that dancing."

So is your face.

"Thanks for noticing," I gave her a fake smile also.

"Sorry. I am so used to keeping every hair in place and looking good at all times, especially for my man." She whispered the last part. As she was saying this, Kyle had got out of the car.

As he made his way around the car I smiled broadly and said "Kyle's seen me in much worse condition and didn't seem to have a problem with it at all. Quite the opposite actually. I really don't think he's that superficial." I laughed lightly.

She stared at me, started to smile but it faltered and then just faded. She wasn't sure what to make of what I just said. She didn't know whether to shrug it off as nonsense or to be worried, especially after the comment I had made earlier in the night about Kyle liking my dress.

Even after Kyle had opened her door, she stared back at me for another moment. She finally got out only because I got out first so I could take the front seat for the ride home. Jess had recovered quickly. She gave me a quick hug and told me to make sure Kyle picks her up from the airport next week. She didn't view me as any kind of real compet.i.tion, not that I was even competing, I think. He was all hers, but it bothered me that she felt she was somehow above me.

"I will be out in a minute," Kyle said and closed my door. They walked inside with her arm linked tightly through his.

I waited for Kyle for almost five minutes. I didn't really mind, but I was getting pretty sleepy. I looked in the mirror at my hair. A few strands broke free of the french roll it was in, but nothing to get upset about.

"Do you want to go get some coffee and pie at the diner?" He asked as we drove away.

"I'm pretty tired and I have to take my parents to the airport in the morning." I wasn't lying, but the main reason I declined was because I was still trying to deal with the churning ma.s.s of emotions that struck me earlier.

"Em, it's only pie and coffee. Seriously."

I was was feeling a little hungry considering I had puked up my dinner a couple hours before, but my mouth felt icky and I was dying to brush my teeth and rinse with some strong mouthwash. feeling a little hungry considering I had puked up my dinner a couple hours before, but my mouth felt icky and I was dying to brush my teeth and rinse with some strong mouthwash.

"My mom made a cake yesterday." I had forgotten about it. She had made it especially for me. Sometimes she wasn't so horrible. "It's chocolate cake with chocolate b.u.t.tercream frosting, but it has white chocolate between the three layers."

He grinned, which made me smile. Stupid mouth.

My mom was still up when we walked through the door. She was in flannel pajamas and Phineas and Ferb slippers (thanks to my nieces and nephews, she was a big fan of the cartoon). Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she was sitting at the kitchen table painting her nails and reading Vogue. She looked like an over grown teenager.

"Your hair is looking a little bent out of shape," she said immediately, and she had barely looked up.

Kyle stepped in before I could respond and her att.i.tude changed. She smiled at him with her beauty queen mouth.

"Thank you so much for bringing Esmeralda home safely. I hope she wasn't too much trouble." She waved her hands, trying to dry the paint on her nails.

"I'm not a toddler, Mom. He wasn't babysitting me." I struggled to get out of my coat until Kyle gently eased it off of me. "Thank you."

"I'm going to bed now that you're home. Don't stay up too late." She smiled that ridiculous smile at Kyle again and patted his arm as she left.

"I understand now why some children throw their parents away to rot in nursing homes." I said, taking my shoes off of my sore feet.

"That's a horrible thing to say." Kyle took off his tie and jacket and unb.u.t.toned the first few b.u.t.tons of his s.h.i.+rt.

"Yeah," I admitted. "Maybe it is."

"She did bake you this cake," he said, uncovering the cake with a flourish.

There wasn't even one slice taken. When I urged my parents to eat some, my dad reminded me he wasn't a big chocolate fan and my mom insisted that since it was made for me, I should have the first slice. I didn't feel like eating it until Kyle started talking about pie.

"I suppose I can try to be a little nicer. Sometimes." I shrugged. "Only a little though."

I excused myself and quickly brushed my teeth and rinsed. My mouth felt much better and my stomach rumbled just thinking about my mom's cake.

It was delicious. My mom was the biggest pain in the a.s.s, but she can cook and bake better than anyone I knew. I've chosen her food over that of five star restaurants and world famous chefs. Even though she gave me ideas of suffocating her while she slept, she cooked banging meals almost every day.

I told Kyle about my mom's cooking and how she even prepared several meals for me and froze them.

"I will be here every night to help you eat it all." He said, dabbing my nose with frosting.

"Hey!" I scooped up some on my finger and slabbed it onto his cheek.

"I really want to get you back for that, but I don't want to waste good cake."

"It would be like sacrilege." I said with a mouth full of cake. I washed it down with some coffee.

We sat and talked for over an hour. It was nice because we didn't discuss work or anything sensitive. We talked about embarra.s.sing moments, our favorite artists and old cartoons.

Like before, he helped me clean up and wash our few dishes. When I dried the last dish and turned around, Kyle put an arm on either side of me, trapping me between him and the counter. His face was only a few short inches from mine.

My heart sped up again. Stupid heart.

"Did I tell you that you look amazing tonight?" He asked, his voice just above a whisper.

"You may have mentioned it once or twice." He had mentioned it several several times. times.

I moved my hand towards one of my stray hairs, suddenly self-conscious, but he stopped me.

"No, I like it. It's s.e.xy."

His lips brushed mine but then he pulled back some and then did it again, but then restrained himself once more. He was having some kind of internal struggle. He gripped the counter behind me and looked down at the floor between us. I couldn't help myself. I ran my fingers through his hair. He looked at me, searching my face for permission. As an answer, I locked my hands around his neck, bringing him closer. He responded quickly, kissing me deeply and slowly.

He nibbled on my earlobe, occasionally flicking his tongue across it, driving me a little crazy. When he started to kiss my neck, I got all jelly-like in the knees.

He had one hand on my back, pressing me to him. His other hand was entwined in my hair. I knew we weren't high school kids, and hickies were generally unattractive on a thirty something woman, but it felt so so d.a.m.n good as he nibbled and sucked on my neck. I moaned softly, in total ecstasy. d.a.m.n good as he nibbled and sucked on my neck. I moaned softly, in total ecstasy.

His lips found mine again, but more aggressively than before. He pulled away again and kneeled before me. While staring up into my eyes, he slowly eased my dress up over my thighs. He tugged on my panties and I stepped out of them. His fingers found me moist and willing and ready. Without much trying on his part, I had an o.r.g.a.s.m that almost made me fall over.

I thought he would stand up then, but when I felt his tongue on me I thought I was going to lose my mind. When he finally stood up he kissed me deeply. Without taking his lips from mine, he pulled my dress up again. While he held it up, I undid his pants and reached inside. He moaned into my mouth as I stroked him.

Suddenly, he stopped kissing me, adjusted himself with one hand while holding my dress up still with the other. In one fluid movement, he put his hands under my a.s.s, lifted me up and then entered me. I gave a short shriek and wrapped my legs and arms around him.

Even though my parents were right upstairs, I couldn't help myself. I moaned and cried out. The faster and harder he went, the louder I got. My b.u.t.t was up against the counter getting bruised, but I didn't care.

He grabbed the back of my head, forcing me to kiss him. He stopped kissing me, but tilted my head back so he could kiss my neck. He suddenly groaned really deep which sent me upward toward another climax.

"I love you, I love you," Kyle groaned into my neck. I started to scream as I came and he quickly covered my mouth with his to m.u.f.fle it.

After a quiet minute with no sounds but the two of us trying to catch our breaths, I untangled myself from him and he eased me back onto my feet.

I didn't know what to say or do. I stood where Kyle left me while he fixed his clothes. He had said he loved me, but that could have been just in the heat of the moment and maybe had no real meaning, but he had never said it before.

I was really too tired to think about it. I was tired before we started but now I was almost completely drained.

I could feel my hair on my neck, knowing that most of it had fallen out of the french roll. I knew it was really a mess and I wondered what Jessyca would say about it now.

I didn't know if it was because I was overly tired or slightly off balanced, but imagining Jess's face if she saw my hair and me knowing how it got that way made me giggle. Once I started, I almost couldn't stop. Kyle looked at me as if I had completely come unhinged.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked, bewildered.

"Nothing. I guess I'm just delirious because I'm so tired and worn out." I said after I managed to stop.

He raised his eyebrows, but he looked worn out, too. His eyes were red and sagging and he kept rubbing them.

"If you're too tired to go home, you can crash in Emmet's old room," I suggested. I still didn't know what else to say, how to address what just happened.

He looked at me blankly, as if he had not understood. Then he blinked hard and seemed to get it.

"Thanks. I appreciate that. I can't keep my eyes open much longer."

"I have to take my parents to the airport in a few hours, but you can sleep as long as you like."

Kyle followed me out of the kitchen and up the stairs. I walked him to Emmet's room and turned on the light for him.

"Goodnight," I said, about to walk out the door, but he stopped me and kissed me.

"Goodnight." He said after releasing me.

I went to my bedroom with a crooked smile. I was feeling feverish and achy, probably from our s.e.xcapades in the kitchen. I took a quick shower and then crawled into bed, really wanting to think about Kyle and imagine what will happen next, but a nagging guilt was building. Luke came to mind, and even though we never claimed to be that serious, it still felt like cheating. That was something else for me to ponder, but my brain was feeling rather murky. I had a long day and long night. A good night's sleep should help.

Chapter Thirteen

When I woke up in the morning, my head was no longer murky. I slept like the dead. I still felt like a cheater.

The first thing I did was go see if Kyle was still around. I stepped into the hallway and listened. I heard my mom moving around in the kitchen humming, and I heard the rustling of the newspaper from the formal living room from my dad. I tip toed to Emmet's door and carefully opened it. The bed was empty and made. There was no sign of Kyle, save for his wallet peeking out from under the bed.

Sonofab.i.t.c.h.

I grabbed the wallet and retreated back to my bedroom. I left it on my bed while I got ready to take a shower, but I kept looking at the wallet. I wondered what was inside of it. Condoms? Pictures of Jess? A lock of my hair?

"None of my business," I said out loud to the wallet. "Just because you were abandoned - again again - doesn't mean that I can freely go through you. That would be wrong, you know?" - doesn't mean that I can freely go through you. That would be wrong, you know?"

I took my shower, brushed my teeth and applied deodorant. When I stepped back into my room in a towel, the wallet was still there, enticing me. I turned my back on it, got dressed, and brushed my hair.

"Well, if you're just going to sit there and stare at me," I said before picking up the wallet.

I carefully opened it, expecting what, I didn't know. I found a few credit cards, business cards for restaurants, car dealers, a few work-related cards, and I even found one for an upscale strip club with the name Tandi printed on it.

Hmm.

I counted a hundred and thirty dollars in cash. I didn't find any pictures, or condoms, or any of my hair, but I did find a piece of folded paper that looked promising. I carefully unfolded the paper. Written in Kyle's handwriting was the address of the bar he found me at, my my bar. I owned the bar. I bought it just after my 25th birthday. It wasn't common knowledge that the bar was mine. My family knew, my best friend Donya knew, and Lilly the bartender knew. The rest of my employees didn't even know the woman who occupies the same stool a couple of nights a week was their boss. So, why did Kyle have it written down and when did he write it down? bar. I owned the bar. I bought it just after my 25th birthday. It wasn't common knowledge that the bar was mine. My family knew, my best friend Donya knew, and Lilly the bartender knew. The rest of my employees didn't even know the woman who occupies the same stool a couple of nights a week was their boss. So, why did Kyle have it written down and when did he write it down?

I didn't have time to think about it. I heard my mom coming up the stairs and it was almost time to leave. I slipped the wallet into my tote bag just as my mom barged into my room.

"I was wonderin' if you were awake or not. What time did that boss of yours leave? He's a good looking man. Too bad he's with that Venner woman." She had started making my bed.

"What? You don't like Luke?"

"I think he's great, but I like that Kyle, too."