In the middle of the night, Kayla woke up to her husband nuzzled into her, and it was the most comforting thing to feel his skin against hers warm in their bed. Their actual bed. She could almost pretend that it was 1990 and that time had stopped there for them to pick back up where it left off. But she looked at Steve’s watch and saw that they were in a spot of trouble. It was almost 2:00 AM, and they were, essentially, stuck. She hated to do it, but she woke Steve.
Steve was sleepy when he felt his wife softly nudge him. “Mm, baby?” he murmured as he adjusted a patch that wasn’t there. The feel of her bottom against his crotch caused his body to react immediately. He felt his erection stiffen and rubbed up softly against Kayla as he held her to him. “You feel good,” he said, softly kissing her neck.
Kayla wanted this to continue. She very badly wanted him to keep kissing her, keep rubbing against her, feel him inside her again. Right now, actually. But they had to get back to her parents’ house or it was going to be one awkward day in the morning. “Steve, did you have a plan to get us home?”
“We are home, baby,” he suckled gently on her shoulder. Kayla sighed and wished she would stop talking, but her mouth continued to move.
“My folks’, I mean. Pop’s going to wake up to – mmm – to two empty bedrooms soon.
Steve very abruptly stopped what he was doing. “What time is it?” He looked at his watch, barely illuminated in the moonlight within the room. “Oh sh*t. Sh*t!”
“It’s ok … it’s ok.”
“No it’s not! We’ve gotta get back, baby.” Steve whipped the covers aside and launched himself out of the bed. “Damn cabbie never came back. He was supposed to be here at 10:00.”
“We were long asleep by 10:00. I’ll bet we slept through it.”
“With that doorbell?” Then he realized what he’d said. “Real smooth, Johnson,” Steve said aloud. “No electricity, no doorbell. I’m an idiot” Steve dragged a hand down his face. “I’m sorry, baby.”
“You are not, and what are you sorry for? Come back here.” She was cool as a cucumber. Steve was kind of surprised she wasn’t upset. He instinctively took a step back toward the bed but then backed away. Kayla curled her finger toward him compelling him forward until he finally gave in, sat down, and sidled up right next to her. Steve’s arousal out of a dead sleep was surprising even to him. He couldn’t help it when he found himself kissing her hard and fast. “Baby, I want you so bad, but we’ve only got a little while to get ourselves back.” He kissed her again and squeezed her soft, firm breast, wanting very badly to be inside her. Reality came back to him before he fell over the edge, however, and he pulled away again. “Nooo, Sweetness, if I get back in there I won’t be getting out again.”
“Good,” she said like a little devil. “that’s fine with me.”
Steve exhaled heavily. She looked so young and innocent, despite the fact that her innocence was now his. “There’s nothing I’d like more than to get lost inside you, again. But we’re really stuck, baby. No phone, no cab coming back for us, no wheels.” Yet he kept kissing her, though, and this time he let his mouth wander back down to her hardening tips and sucked one sexily into his mouth. He touched her face tenderly when he pulled back and said, “We need to figure out what to do to get back home – to your folks.” Kayla smiled at his indirect reference to this being their home. Because it was. “Besides, you must be hurting. Wouldn’t be right to do it again tonight.”
Kayla licked at Steve’s chest and suckled her plump lips against the thick flesh of his pectoral muscle. Steve groaned and held her head against him. “I think it would be very right,” she said. Steve gave up and got back under the covers. Kayla felt his thick cock against her leg and sighed.
“Sweetness, we’ve got to go.” He said it even as he rolled her nipple in his fingers.
Kayla smiled seductively. “I don’t want to go.”
“If your pop sees we’re not back, he’s gonna think we’re having sex.”
“Well, he’d be right then.”
“Baby …” he said weakly. His tone was a mix of frustration because she was not taking this seriously, and resignation as he lost his resolve to abstain from this a second time. “I don’t want to give them a reason to kick me out. I can’t spend this jump apart after the ones we just had.” His fear rose in him at the thought of not being able to be with her after the painful emotional and then physical separation that began with his terrible jump to the boat prior to his being sold. Kayla felt his anxiety and tried to calm him, even as his words hit home for her, too.
“Steve, shh, we’re not going to be apart here.” She said it with absolute conviction not only for his benefit but for her own. “They’re not going to kick you out, and if they do, I simply go with you.”
“And go where?”
“Shh,” her gentle but firm tone settling upon him, insistent upon allaying his worries. Kayla took her husband’s hardened cock in her hands and stroked him as she kissed his neck with her hot, wet mouth. She needed him as much as he needed her. “We have a little time, we’ll make it home.”
His breathing was getting heavier. “How?”
“Trust me.”
Steve looked at her sparkling eyes. “I do trust you, Sweetness.”
“Make love to me again, in our bed,” Kayla whispered. “I don’t want it to end yet.”
Steve felt the arousal overtake his rational mind. The man inside this body was not a horny teenager, and he knew what they needed to do, which was get back right now. But he craved her intimacy. There they were in separate beds in separate rooms. Here they were in their home, and he wanted her close, right now, inside his wife’s tight, wet walls again. Steve wrapped his hand around hers as she stroked him, the sensation of feeling her pleasure him completely erotic.
“Aren’t you sore, Sweetness? Even if we had all the time in the world, you’re not ready for me so quickly, it’s only been, what, five hours?”
My unselfish, wonderful husband, Kayla thought to herself. She laid her head against his chest and exhaled. “You could just take me, you know. You’re right there, and I can feel how much you want me.”
“Baby, you think I can’t control myself?”
Kayla shook her head and gave him a melancholy kind of sigh as she ran her fingertips over his cheek. “No, I see just how much you are controlling yourself. You never put yourself first, you know that? Every choice you’ve ever made has been because you thought it was best for me or for Stephanie or Joe.”
“Sometimes I’ve been wrong.”
“Yeah, but that’s not the point.” She didn’t chuckle or crack a smile; she was too taken with the goodness inside this man that she loved. “You always put us first, even if it wasn’t best for you. Like now, you want me right now, but you won’t just take me.”
“’Cause it’ll hurt, baby, I know it will.”
Kayla shrugged slightly. “Yeah, it probably will a little, but it’s different this time. I knew what I was doing this time, and it made a difference. And feeling you – making me feel so good while you make love to me – the soreness really will go away quickly once you’re inside me, and then you’re all I’ll feel.”
Kayla didn’t give him a chance to answer before she rolled on top of her husband and straddled him. Steve let out a sexual moan as he felt her wetness on him. She was so beautiful. Her hair fell in framing pieces about her face and her blue eyes were faintly illuminated by the dim candle.
“God, Sweetness, I’m just a man here, what are you doing to me?”
“My body belongs to you, Steve. In every way. I want you inside me.” Kayla’s eyes were sultry and provocative. And Steve’s erection was so hard against his wife’s center that if she just moved over it at a steady pace he could make her come. “And you know what else?” she asked with passion in her voice?” Steve shook his head as he gazed up into her hungry eyes.
“You made me come,” Kayla whispered like a secret lover. “Giving my body that first ecstasy on its very first time is something that belongs only to you.”
Steve’s breath caught in his throat. He looked back at her in surprise and ran his hands gently over her thighs on either side of him. “Kayla. You didn’t … with …”
Kayla shook her head slowly. “Nope.” She gently rubbed her sensitive lips against Steve’s rock hard shaft between them, teasing his tip that so badly wanted to sink itself inside of her.
“Your first time … with Chris … you didn’t have an orgasm?”
“No, I didn’t.” Kayla’s breathing was coming heavier as lust began to overtake her. “Not the first time. But I sure did with my husband, the man I gave my heart to all those years ago, and then again tonight.”
Steve puffed out his chest, he didn’t even realize he was doing it. He was so full of pride for having been able to pleasure her amidst the pain that he found himself needing to take her. “Baby, this body is in its prime. I can’t keep myself soft around you.”
“I like that,” she said lustily as her breasts heaved and peaked beneath Steve’s palms. “I like that I make you hard.”
“I like that I make you wet.” Kayla licked her lips, and Steve leaked cum from his tip.
“Do you feel how wet I am now?” Steve released one breast to very lightly touch the spot above her sensitive and delicate folds. Kayla could feel how tentative his fingers were. He didn’t want to hurt her. Her heart burst.
“You are the gentlest man I’ve ever known, Steve.” She reached for his other hand with hers and they laced their fingers with each other. “You could never hurt me. Go ahead, it’s ok,” she encouraged.
Steve started lightly stroking her clitoris. “Yeah, I feel how wet you are. You’re making me crazy, Sweetness.” Now Steve sucked in his breath and thought he would explode with arousal. “Baby, I want to slide into you so bad.” Then because he couldn’t take any more, he hurriedly flipped Kayla over, and she yelped in excitement. Then with firm control, he guided his penis very gently into her again.
Kayla gasped and whimpered, and Steve swallowed up the sounds of his wife’s painful pleasure as he covered her mouth with his. It was a passionate, wet, lusty kiss, and they both lost themselves in the sensations and emotions.
Somehow the second time was even more euphoric for Kayla than the first. The pain dulled quickly with his loving movements, but it was all so much more than the physical sensations. The fact that she was here with him this way and that she’d woken up with him in their bed after having just given him the virginity of this body was so heartfelt for her that she’d lost herself in his arms.
“You ok?” Steve whispered after breaking from a warm kiss. Kayla nodded and placed her own kisses along his chin and down his neck. “You sure, baby … ‘cause I wanna lose control, here,” Steve huffed.
Kayla adjusted just slightly, lifting her hips a little higher so that her leg wrapped around him, her heel resting on the small of Steve’s back. This was even better. “Yes,” she assured him. “You feel wonderful.” Her voice broke slightly, and Steve looked into her eyes to be sure she was being honest with him. He saw there that she was. The connection was so strong between them. “I want to lose control with you.”
Steve quickened his thrusts as the last shred of his hesitance evaporated. Kayla’s movements were instinctual. She used her heel as leverage so she could meet his thrusts with her own, and it didn’t take long for her to begin feeling the pressure build within her.
“Oh, you feel so good,” Kayla sighed.
Steve was surprised that her climax was coming so quickly. Her sexual moans made Steve crazy, hearing them come out of this body that he was making love to for the second time that night. The feel of her very tight core enveloping his cock as she moaned her pleasure was intoxicating. He never wanted it to end.
Steve could feel his wife’s orgasm almost upon her. “Come apart for me, Sweetness,” he said hotly. “Come on, baby, I wanna see you lose control. I wanna see it!”
“Steve …! Steve! Don’t stop! Please, right there!”
Kayla fisted the sheets in one hand while gripping his ass with the other and finally jerked against him. Steve watched as her face took on the orgasmic look he knew so well as her hips bucked. Steve continued to move in and out of her, aching for his own release. “Your turn,” she said as she opened her eyes to gaze at him. Steve didn’t say anything, but he took her lips with his and sucked her tongue into his mouth. Finally, as Kayla ran her thumb over Steve’s nipple, he felt his balls tighten.
“God yes!” Steve yelled as he finally felt his seed fill her
“That’s it, baby,” Kayla cooed. Steve buried his face into Kayla’s neck and nipped at it, which gave her an unexpected orgasmic aftershock radiating through her womb. Her breath caught in her throat, and she smiled.
Steve collapsed on top of his wife, and she reveled in feeling his weight upon her. “Never leave me, Steve,” she whispered.
He gently kissed the area of her neck he’d just had nipped. “I told you, baby, I’m yours forever.”
Steve wanted to stay in this bed with her until the sun came up, but they had to go, and really they should have done so 15 minutes ago. With that thought entering back into his mind, Steve’s heart began to race with anxious worry. Reluctantly he pulled out of her and cringed when he heard Kayla whimper.
“Still hurt?” he asked.
Kayla shook her head. “I’m ok.” Then she kissed his chin.
Steve wasn’t so sure, but he took her word for it for now and rolled to the side. “I want to lay here with you all night, baby, but this is it, we have to go now. I have no idea how we’re gonna get back, so we’re gonna have to start hoofin’ it.”
Kayla’s legs were shaky, and she admitted to herself that she was, indeed, sore. But she felt incredible despite it, and she didn’t want Steve worrying about her or feeling any misplaced guilt. So she turned her focus on getting back to her parents’ house. “You said you trusted me,” she smiled. Steve narrowed his eyes at her as she disappeared into the bathroom. “You get together what you need to take back and I’ll be out in a minute,” she called.
“What are you planning, Sweetness?” Steve sang out.
“You’ll see,” she sang back.
After taking care of herself, Kayla emerged just as naked as she entered, and Steve couldn’t believe his body’s reaction. “I don’t believe this, baby, I’m getting hard again.”
“Really?” Kayla grinned. It excited her to know her husband continued to be hot for her. She knew their young, taut bodies had something to do with it, but it was more than that.
When he found that his erection wasn’t going to actually go away, he huffed out a laugh. “I told you, baby, I can’t seem to get him calmed down when you’re in the room.”
They dressed, and in record time Steve gathered the few things that needed to go back by the broken window and would come back to get them next time he had a delivery. A few minutes later they were out into the night.
“Ok, Sweetness, it’s in your hands, how are we getting home?”
“You’re going to hotwire a car.”
Steve stopped walking and stared at her. “Are you out of your mind?”
“Why, what’s wrong with that?”
“What’s wrong with that? Baby, what’s wrong with that is I don’t wanna get arrested. That’s a great way to make sure we get separated again.” Kayla folded her arms in front of her and stuck out her strong and stubborn chin. “Oh don’t you pull Little Miss Headstrong on me, baby, I’m not buying this.”
“Little Miss Headstrong?” Kayla balked. “Really Mr. Hands on His Hips?”
“Yeah, baby, really. You’ve been pullin’ that on me for 20 – well now it’s 30 years. Be realistic, Kayla, what if someone sees us?”
“At 2:00 in the morning?”
“It’s almost 2:30, now, baby, and time’s just marching on, here. I can’t believe this, you want me to steal a car? Jesus, since when am I the law-follower in the family?”
“No, not steal, just borrow it. Think about it, Steve, it’s the ‘70’s!” She threw up her arms in frustration. You’re thinking about all the traps of the 21st century. But those aren’t here! There’s no cameras. There’s no GPS, no car alarms, and I’ll bet there isn’t even a lot of power locks and windows!” Steve started processing the truth of her words, and she could see on his face that he was coming around. She covered the three feet between them and wrapped her arms around his neck. He looked so sexy in his black, wool overcoat and his messy blonde hair blowing in the mild, nippy air. “Just jimmy the lock,” she said before giving him a soft kiss, “start the car,” she kissed him again, her blue eyes so sexy, “and get us close enough to the riverfront so that we can walk home. We can even leave some gas money on the front seat.”
Steve gaped at his wife. She was brilliant.
Steve kissed her hard, threading his bare hands through her long hair. Then he smiled appreciatively at her. “You always were the smart one, Sweetness.”
At exactly 3:09 AM Caroline woke from her light sleep in the instinctual way that only mothers do at times like these. She heard her youngest daughter and the man she was sure loved her come home, and tiptoe quietly into their rooms. She closed her eyes with her own memories of her husband courting her at an age even younger than Kayla and Steve were right now, and fell back asleep for the rest of the night hoping her daughter’s heart was safe in Steve’s hands.
Barely able to believe they’d pulled it off, Steve and Kayla fell almost instantly asleep in their separate beds. The 1976 Chevy Nova they had “borrowed” and left $3 on the seat for was now sitting in the alley outside the apartment Steve wouldn’t have for years to come. It was a little seedy these days, and Steve wasn’t sure it was the best spot to choose to abandon it once they got there, but he kept a tight hold on his wife and got them the short distance home without an issue.
Thursday morning Steve was awakened by the sound of Caroline leaving the house and was overwhelmed with the need to feel his wife beside him. The intimacy of the night before made waking up without her seem wrong … cold. He peeked out the door, saw she and Shawn were definitely both gone, and then slipped into Kayla’s bed and brought her to nestle against him. Kayla opened her sleepy eyes and saw both of his beautiful green ones staring back at her. She’d been there two full days, but Steve’s impossibly young face that she’d never seen even in a picture was still fascinating.
“Hey,” she said in a voice gravelly with sleep.
“My beautiful wife,” Steve replied with sleepiness of his own.
Kayla melted into him with a loving smile. “What a wonderful way to wake up,” she sighed as she inhaled him.
“After last night,” he whispered, “I just didn’t think it was right not to wake up together.” Kayla turned her lips toward him and placed a soft kiss on his chest. “I love you so much, baby.”
Kayla let her fingers lightly caress his chest, tracing lazy circles around his warm skin. “I love you, too. What you did for me last night. What you did for us. It was magical. There’s no one on this earth that loves her husband more than I love mine.”
“Kayla.” He loved saying her name. It rolled off his tongue, affected with emotion. They kissed in bed for several minutes before they got up and got ready for the day ahead.
For the next two days, as an unprecedented 14th and 15th day at this destination quietly passed them by, Steve worked his days at the fish market while Kayla attended class. They’d come home every night, eat dinner with the family, then help Bo with his homework. They took Bo’s studies very seriously and made sure he knew what the hell he was doing by the time he was done for the night.
When the family was in the vicinity they’d talk about the fish market or college, the latest from Kim and Roman, or the news of the day. It was weird to remember some of it, including events surrounding Iran’s Ayatollah Khomeini and Patty Hearst being released from prison. When they were alone they’d talk about the things the others wouldn’t understand, like Stephanie and Joe. It was difficult at times, but ignoring their existence felt wrong. They also spent time in their little “suite” of rooms at night working on the list of their whereabouts by year. It was a daunting task, but Kayla was determined to get through it and started memorizing it, phone numbers and all. Steve was impressed and tried to keep up his end, but he just hated thinking about much of the time in his column, especially as it related to Marina. They argued a bit about it, but Kayla won out.
“Steve, we’re going to have to face it sooner or later.”
“Why? We’ve been here two weeks, we might be here forever.”
“And we might jump before Letterman comes on.”
“There is no Letterman here, Kayla.”
“Steve,” she whined with frustration.
“Steve,” he mocked with real annoyance. “Seriously, why do we have to do this now?”
“I don’t like it any more than you do, but put yourself in my shoes, I’m the one who has to now memorize that woman’s phone number. If you jump there, how am I supposed to find you?”
“Kayla, I forgot that woman’s phone number years ago. Besides, maybe I should just find you.”
He realized the error of that statement before Kayla shot him the look that would have said, that didn’t work so well in Stefano’s prison, had she actually uttered it. Steve plowed a hand through his hair and made it half way to his patch before he threw up his hand. “Fine, baby, you win.”
“I don’t really want to win, I just want to not lose you on a jump.”
“We don’t know that we’re gonna jump there.”
Kayla took a deep breath. “But we know we’re going to jump somewhere. We’ve been here so long I’m honestly shocked we haven’t left yet. There are so many places we could jump, and it could very easily be there. The places we’ve already been … and there are still so many places we could go … it scares me, Steve. It scares me that we could jump somewhere we can’t communicate. Maybe you’re a soldier. Maybe I’m deaf. Maybe you’re back in Stefano’s prison.” Kayla fought not to cry, and Steve let himself admit she was right when her eyes filled with unshed tears. “Or maybe we just don’t know how to find each other. What then?”
“Come here,” Steve said. Kayla went to him and let him hold her. He gave Kayla what little he remembered about how to find he and Marina, and she wrote it down on her list.
The next thing he didn’t want to remember were those dark six years between the time he lost his eye and the time he’d met Kayla. He’d had nothing and no one in the early ‘80’s. “You wouldn’t have liked me, Sweetness, I was a real piece of sh*t.”
“Don’t talk that way about yourself, Steve, you were never any such thing. What you were a lost young man who didn’t have a soul in this world.” Her tears welled up again thinking about it. Her husband out there trying to find a place in this world when no one appeared to want him, including himself. She wanted him, though. She would always want him.
The days they spent apart, because there was really no other choice, and when it came right down to it that was the best thing for both of them, anyway. They’d really come quite a long way from those first jumps where they were afraid to leave each other’s sides yet also afraid to touch each other. When they first started jumping they’d spent every waking moment terrified to let each other out of their sight. All doors stayed open, all time was spent with their eye on the other. No matter how in love one is, however, no one doesn’t need moments alone with their own thoughts. Now they were tacitly provided that time. The damage the last set of jumps did to them was slowly ebbing, but it still threatened to make them a bit co-dependent on each other. They both knew they could jump somewhere horrible or back to any one of the places they’d just escaped from, each one more traumatizing than the one before it. Now, they were healing. Whether by luck or design they didn’t know, but this jump didn’t just afford them the chance to heal, it gave them no choice. They didn’t have the option to live in fear of losing each other. Refusing to leave each other’s side wasn’t possible here. It was also completely unhealthy and would never give them the ability to get past the experiences of those jumps. They didn’t really discuss it, but they both knew it was true. So, they lived their days and settled into the routine of them. Besides, it was clear to them now that proximity to each other had no bearing on where or when they landed when they jumped.
Steve didn’t love working in the fish market, and Kayla knew it. He didn’t love it the first time around, either, when Shawn had offered Steve the partnership. This was different, though. So, he hunkered down and made it happen. And, actually, it wasn’t really that hard for him this time. Seeing it all through the wiser lenses of the years he’d lived, he even found fun, enjoyable moments. Like messing with difficult customers and making them love him. Maybe Dr. Brad will walk in.
During a delivery on Friday, Steve had gone back to the house and collected the camping stove, towels, and cooking supplies and gotten them back where they belonged undetected. It was his fourth time being in the house since having rediscovered it, and the pang of want to be there hit him hard. This was the last place before he was taken from his life that he really felt at home. Even the apartment back in 2009 felt somehow … temporary. This place, the loft, even his basement apartment beneath Shenanigans felt far more right to him. As he left, always being careful to avoid detection, he resolved two things. One, that this was the place he and Kayla would go on their evening dates to be together and feel like the married adults they really were; and two, that when they got home to 2009, he would do everything in his power to move them back here to their home for the rest of their lives.
Kayla was very surprised at how much she enjoyed going to class. Yes, the subject matter was boring because she already knew it all, but she loved being a doctor, and she’d loved being a nurse before that, so it wasn’t like it was a hardship. And David? He was a hoot. Funny with a biting wit, it didn’t take her long to remember being friends with him. He was clearly gay and non-threatening, as Steve had explained to her, and being his friend was effortless and natural. Without her best friend, Carrie, Hope not being in the picture yet, and Kim in Europe not being a photographer – something she’d been thinking a lot about since she’d jumped in – Kayla was happy to have a friend here, and Steve was glad for her to have one. They both had a good friend in Bo, too, even if he doubled as family.
The nights were much harder for them once dinner was over, because they wanted to be together so badly. They wanted to feel each other’s bodies against their own and sleep in the same bed but, frustratingly, could not do that here. They hadn’t made love since Valentine’s Day nor been back to the house mainly because Kayla had gotten her period two days later. When she did a chill ran up her spine at how lucky they were. When she told Steve he breathed a sigh of relief, because he’d thought about the risk they’d taken more than a few times since Wednesday, and agreed that they had to be more careful. There was not a Walgreens on every corner in this time, so he figured out where the nearest drug store was and made a mental note to get condoms before her period was over.
That afternoon when Steve came up the stairs after his day of work to find her in her regular spot on the couch studying her various lists inside her books, she wiggled her finger at him. “I have a surprise,” she whispered seductively.
“Oh yeah, what’s that?” he leered at her as he risked rubbing his thumb over the tip of her right breast.
“I got on the pill today.”
Steve smiled. “You did?” She nodded and grinned as his penis stirred. “So, I guess I can cancel my trip to the drug store I’d had planned,” he smiled appreciatively.
“Mm-hmm,” she cooed. “Instead, you can let me put on the red dress I found in my closet, find the pool table from your favorite fantasy, and f*ck my brains out as soon as you lay me down on it.”
Her words were as arousing as every other part of her. He wanted to lick her nipples and bite them until she cried out, but the living room was a bad choice. Instead he leaned just inches from her face. “Baby,” he said in the deep velvet voice that drove her wild, “as soon as I get you back to the house, the first thing I’m gonna do is f*ck you so hard it’ll be the best sex of your life.”
Kayla kept meeting his side of this seduction with her own. “I’ve already had the best sex of my life, Steve, so that’s going to be hard to top, but I’m counting on it, anyway.”
Steve now stared at her, letting her know just how much he meant it all. “I like a challenge,” he whispered just inches from her face. Then he kissed her softly. The raw sexuality of the visuals mixed with the tenderness of the soft kiss made them want each other even more than they already did.
“Thank you for getting on the pill, Sweetness.”
“Now we just have to find a place to use it. I’m going crazy waiting.”
“Me, too.”
Kayla gave the bulge in his black pants a meaningful leer of her own and smiled back up at him devilishly. “You gonna be ok down there?” She boldly began stroking him, the risk of the public display hardening him further. “Maybe you should take care of yourself in the shower.”
Steve smiled. “You want me to jack off in the shower?”
“I want my poor husband’s balls not to resemble a smurf.”
Steve laughed. “Well, maybe you should just get in there with me and have a snack.”
Kayla felt herself heat up, and the evidence showed on her face. “Am I gettin’ you all hot and bothered, too?”
Kayla nodded her head and looked like she was the one needing the relief from whatever might be turning blue. “I was all hot and bothered before you even got here,” she replied. “I think it’s time to send my folks on vacation.” They kissed, and then Steve went in to defish himself.
But that really got Kayla thinking. The challenge of finding a way to be alone together was huge. There was no real opportunity to go anywhere private, especially without a car. Making love in her family’s home was a gamble. So, for the time being they were simply sticking to kissing, teasing, filling in their list, groping, and more kissing.
And getting hornier and hornier by the minute.
There were moments Steve would catch Kayla staring at him with intent to devour, making his cock stand up more often than it laid down. Every night Kayla wanted to snuggle up against Steve and fall asleep with him, go down on him, feel his hands on her breasts and his penis fill her. Every night she wanted to feel the pleasure radiate through her body as Steve erupted within her.
Saturday morning Steve woke up to a raging erection and nothing that could be done about it. Kayla was still asleep in her bed, which he could see through the bathroom doors they’d now begun leaving open at night. Steve found himself palming his throbbing flesh and thought about jumping into her bed when a knock came to the door followed by Shawn’s voice asking him to meet him and Bo in the kitchen. Not sure what this was about, Steve willed his dick to shrink and headed into the kitchen.
Bo was completely out of it. He was able to hide his hangover from his father, but Steve knew that look, as Bo was suffering from the common ailment called too-much-partying-itis, causing Steve to grin and Bo to fight not to vomit.
After discussing the weekend schedule with them, Steve opted to have tomorrow off and work today, even though it was officially his day off. “It’s a family business,” Steve said, “sometimes a day off is a luxury, I understand.” Bo was given the option to fight it out with his sister over who went to Grandma’s and who’d have to stay to work the market. Bo was in no mood to do either of those things, and he knew damn well Kayla wanted to hang out with her new boyfriend, so he quickly relinquished the choice that involved the apron and headed back to his room to sleep off as much of his hangover as he could.
The only problem was that this was prime Kayla’s first time working the fish market in years. She’d helped at the Pub, but the fish market? The last time she’d worked this register and known this routine was when she was the version inhabiting this body. So, in a complete role reversal of the week before, Steve spent much of the day leading her by the hand and reminding her how things went. Luckily, it was a very slow day, hardly a single customer before lunchtime. This gave them a lot of time to help her with the learning curve, but also a lot of time to be alone together. And it was wonderful. They were playful and sweet with each other and ate a light lunch at one of the tables when the market was empty. When they weren’t stealing kisses and getting close to needing to get a room, as it were, they were quizzing each other on their list. Steve wasn’t thrilled to discuss Kayla’s time between 1981 and 1982 when she was with Chris Kosichek. But he didn’t have much memorizing to do, she was mainly living here at home. There was a brief time that she had an apartment with roommates, but overall, Kayla was easy to find in the 1980’s, and if all else failed, her parents would always know where she was. It was Steve that was going to be hard to pin down. He had one seedy apartment after another, did a lot of nasty work for nasty people, and did it throughout the country.
Steve filled in what he could from that six-year period, but without humor, he told her that if she jumped first and landed anywhere from later this year to 1985 that she might have to go based on Social Security Administration records (which would be hit or miss with the under-the-table work) or ask Roman to look up his rap sheet for his last known address. He felt so low telling her that and picked at what was left of his lunch, refusing to meet her eyes. Kayla’s heart went out to him. She got up and went to him to sit sideways across his lap.
“You’re the finest man I’ve ever known, Steve Johnson. I love you.”
Steve frowned. “I was a serious f*ck-up, Kayla. If you find me and I’m not there yet in 1984 or something, I might not be so nice to you.”
“You will be the incredible, stand-up man that’s lived inside of you since the day you were born whether you know who I am or not.”
Steve hoped it was true.
There was one delivery that day, and it was the fourth time that they’d ordered perch from the Brady’s that week. Kayla was nervous to mind the store, but she had no choice. Steve went on the delivery alone and was met by the same dour owner/chef that always met him when he arrived to the restaurant that didn’t exist by the time he’d arrived in Salem in 1985. Steve joked with the guy each time, and each time he left amusedly annoyed that he couldn’t get the man to crack a smile. Now on his fourth trip, he asked the man why they didn’t just have a contract for daily delivery instead of ordering piecemeal since it would save him so much money. The owner wasn’t inexperienced, but he had no business savvy and hadn’t thought of establishing a contract. Steve saw this as an opportunity. A newer restaurant, the other fish mongers hadn’t gobbled up his business, so he took it upon himself to sell him a contract. It was a risk, because Shawn might not have liked the price he was giving up his perch, shrimp, and chowder for, but it was a 3-month contract with one month down, and he had the check in his hand post-dated to Monday when Shawn would go there with the actual papers for the man to sign.
It struck Steve that while there were several contracts like this when he worked for Shawn the first time, there were none he was aware of here in 1979. He knew they must exist, but he didn’t know these specifics. He had a nervous feeling all the way home, mostly due to the excitement of bringing in a potentially permanent customer for Shawn that was worth thousands of dollars over the course of a year, but also due to the worry that he might have screwed up.
It was late in the day, and Kayla had been alone nearly an hour when David walked in. Kayla was happy to see him, and they talked for a bit while she filled an order for him. The salmon he ordered was quite a large order, and he explained that they were having the whole family over for dinner to celebrate the 5-year anniversary of his father’s business. Kayla wrapped up the fish as they made small talk around this, and that’s when David mentioned that his father’s business was the used car lot on Main Street. This made Kayla’s ears perk up, and she told him that she was kind of in the market for a car. David was very interested to hear this and asked her what she might need. The fact was, however, that she couldn’t afford a thing they might have to sell, but David had an idea.
Coincidentally, Steve also had cars on his mind and took the opportunity to drive by that very same car lot to look at the going rate on something – anything – to drive. The sticker shock – more accurately, the reverse sticker shock – hit him so hard his jaw dropped. So many of the prices had only three figures, and some of those figures began with a 3, and a couple even with a 2. One that really piqued his interest was a 1969 Dodge Dart that someone must have died in or something, because it was selling for $220. Steve was making just less than minimum wage, which at the time was $2.60/hour, only he was making less to offset the room and board. That stipend-like income would take a few months to get him enough to buy even a junker to get them from point A to point B. But he had some money left from what he’d saved up, and combined with what this Kayla had saved from her summer jobs, the amounts were enough to get more than halfway there. If he hustled up some pool somewhere, he could get the whole thing in short order.
By the time Steve got back to the fish market, he was so hopped up and excited at the prospect of finally having the ability to get Kayla out of the house and somewhere private, like their own house, that he attacked her up against the back wall of the fish market when he’d arrived to the empty store. He kissed her with a wild carnality that made him growl as he ate at her lips and shoved his thigh between her legs. Kayla was just as excited about her similar news and kissed him back with equal fervor. She felt herself become wet as she rubbed herself against him, and that only caused his own heat to rise within him, and soon he was grinding himself against her, too. She wrapped her arms around his neck but fanned her slimy hands out at the wrists. They both moaned and if it had continued much longer Kayla would have come. Finally Steve let her down and looked around realizing that was yet one more gamble he’d just taken. Not that her family didn’t know they were together, but mauling their daughter in the middle of their family business was not exactly ingratiating.
“What was that for?” Kayla smiled with arousal in her eyes.
“That was a pre-celebration kiss, baby.”
“Kiss? That was more than a kiss.” She washed her hands off then straightened herself off as Steve controlled his erection. “Pre-celebration?” she added.
“Yeah, I didn’t wanna wait.”
“Wait for what?” she laughed.
Steve held up the check and pulled at its edges making the paper sound with a crack. “I got your pop a contract,” Steve said. “And I found us a car.”
Kayla’s eyes widened. “Wait, you found us a car? I thought I was the one who found us a car.”
“What are you talkin’ about, baby, I just drove by the used car lot and found a car that will work for us, and we can afford it pretty soon.”
Kayla chuckled. “Was it the one on Main?”
“Yeah.”
She folded her arms in front of her and smiled. “That’s David’s dad’s business. He was just in here buying salmon, and he’s going to talk to his dad about getting us something we can afford.” Steve couldn’t believe their luck. “And I’m going to work part time as their cashier.”
This stopped Steve short. “Kayla, you’ve got college.”
She fixed a look upon him that was amused but also confused. “We need to make some money. My summer babysitting jobs making two bucks an hour—“
“You know that’s what I’m making right?”
“—Well then I probably made less – aren’t going to cut it. We need money, and you shouldn’t be the only one trying to make that happen. I can hold down a part time job and be back home when you’re done at the fish market.”
“When will you study?” Kayla rolled her eyes, and Steve thought better of that silliness. “Yeah, nevermind.”
If he really thought about it, it made a lot of sense. He was about to give in when they heard her father come down the stairs having returned from his day trip to see his mother. Shawn greeted them, and the two of them tag teamed the rundown. He broke the bad news to her father that the day’s receipts were the lowest he’d seen and that he was sorry about that, and she piped in that her friend, David, did come come in with a very big order, which helped offset things a bit. Then Steve told him the good news about having gotten Shawn a contract. Kayla could see that Steve was nervous walking her father through it. Shawn listened carefully to the details, and looked at the check, doing the long-term math in his head. Kayla did the math, too, and she was nearly positive that this was great news.
Shawn didn’t say anything for a moment. When he finally spoke up, the tone of his voice was that of amazement. “You arranged this?” Shawn asked.
“Yes, Mr. Brady, I did. I offered him a 5% discount his first month, 10% his second, and 15% for the third month and then as a fixed permanent price if he signed long-term. I also arranged for him to serve chowder under the Brady Fish Market name on his menu at the exact retail price that we sell ours.” Steve’s use of the words “we” and “ours” struck Shawn so significantly that he had to sit down. Steve and Kayla joined him, and Steve went on very quickly that it was understood by the customer that all agreements were pending Shawn’s approval and final signatures on Monday, so it wasn’t like the business was now backed into a corner. He apologized for not clearing it with him first and that he only wanted to quickly secure the opportunity for this steady influx of revenue for the fish market. Then he stoically held his breath and waited.
Shawn held the check for several hundred dollars in his fingers and looked at it. It was as if the boy knew just how Shawn liked to do business. That 5/10/15 deal was a very successful model he’d be teaching Steve one day in 1989. He’d had several contracts like this over the years, but none at the moment; times were a lot tougher than he had been letting on to his family. He’d told Kayla a little of it, but the truth was that they were getting by … barely. So this contract was, frankly, huge. And the fact was that it was dumb luck that the other fishermen hadn’t gotten to this new restaurant yet. He owed Steve a debt that the boy wasn’t aware of. Instead he had him shaking in his boots, that he could see, and he wanted to make sure he knew how well he did.
“Steven,” he began with a voice solemn and his blue eyes piercing. “I dunno why God saw fit to put ya on this earth without a family of yer own, lad.” Kayla saw Steve react to this and ached for him. She knew he missed his mother. He’d had precious little time with her, and this destination didn’t help. He was a lot more sensitive these days, and Kayla wanted to hold him after seeing how the mention of growing up without a family affected him in this moment. “I dunno why he then decided to send ya on the path that led ya to ours. But I’m thankful that he did. I’m so thankful.”
Kayla reached out for Steve’s hand, and he took it as his relief washed through him. Shawn watched the two of them hold on to each other right in front of him like their two hands were meant be there for each other, and he added that to the list of things he was thankful for, a match for his daughter that made him proud.
Shawn thanked Steve for what he’d arranged. It may have been overstepping a little to not default to Shawn for the arrangements, but it was smart, and it was purely in the interest of the Brady family. Shawn knew there was nothing in this for Steve and so very much admired his business sense and how much he obviously cared.
“Steven, I can’t pay ye any more than I already do. I wish I could pay ye what yer worth, but we just don’t have it.”
“Mr. Brady, you’re giving me a roof over my head and putting food in my belly. I’m indebted to you and am thankful for the job.” Kayla was so proud of the words coming out of his mouth and how much she knew he meant them.
“Son, listen t’me. You deserve to be compensated for what you’ve done for the business. I can’t give ya a raise, but I what I can do is give ya a third of this deposit as a bonus. Call it commission.” Now it was Steve’s turn to drop his jaw and go mute. That was enough to buy the car. Twice.
“Pop,” Kayla said in wonder. “Pop, that’s …”
“Not necessary,” Steve finished for her.
“Not necessary,” Kayla repeated.
“Och, yes it is, boy. Yes it is.”
Kayla leaned over and kissed her father’s cheek. “Thank you, Pop.”
The fact that Kayla had thanked him for giving her boyfriend a bonus told Shawn that the seriousness of their relationship was exactly as she’d told him it would be. She loved him. And her father knew that he loved her back. Shawn smiled. His little girl was all grown up, he could see it. And that young man was going to marry his daughter. He saw that, too. And he was going to make damn sure to give them the best start they could on their life together.
“You stick with me, son. If you get us more contracts, you’ll get 10% of those deposits goin’ forward.”
Steve couldn’t believe it. He knew last week when he’d started everything in motion that this was his goal – to set himself up with this job with this roof with his wife having arrived into her body and enough money to get by until they jumped. Now that he’d achieved it, he was … awed. He was truly awed and overjoyed that he’d succeeded in providing for the two of them together as a family, even if the other three Bradys weren’t aware of it. And in that moment he was reminded how much he really did love and care about his father-in-law.
Kayla was delighted. Things just fell into place so perfectly here, and it was mainly thanks to the careful planning of her amazing husband.
Steve and Kayla sat at the Cheatin’ Heart that evening and talked late into the night. At first Steve tried to convince Kayla that she didn’t need to take that part time job now, but she was insistent. She was bored and needed to stay busy while they were here or she’d go nuts. And she wanted to contribute.
“Sweetness, you spent years doing most of the contributing.”
“That’s not true.”
“Come on, baby, be real. It is true. You supported the family when I wasn’t there and most of the time when I was, and I was the one drifting from one job to the next whining that I was feeling smothered.”
“But you were feeling smothered.”
“Well, that was too f*cking bad, baby. It took me a little too long to get there, but I finally grew up and just accepted that sometimes you’ve gotta do what you’ve gotta do. No one’s chasing us or trying to kill us. My past isn’t threatening to out itself to you, and so I have nothing but time and energy to work and provide for us.”
Kayla took his hand and looked at him meaningfully. “Steve. I never felt like you weren’t doing enough. Not once. I never needed anything but you.”
“But I should have done more, Kayla. It took all of this to force me into it, but now that I’m doing it, I want to … play that role. I want to do my part.”
“Steve.” She ran her finger down his left eye as if his patch was there. Steve loved it when she did that. “You did more in the eleven days you were here without me to take care of both of us than any one person should ever have to do. I still can’t believe what you’ve done. You have nothing to live up to.”
Steve exhaled heavily. “I’m not going to convince you, am I?”
Kayla shook her head. “Nope. I don’t want my existence to just be waiting for you to come up the stairs every day after class. I’ll go stir crazy.”
“What if we jump?”
Kayla huffed. “What if we do? Does it matter where we are? I think we’ve established now that it doesn’t. What’s the difference if we jump while separated by a stairway or a few blocks? I hope it doesn’t happen while we’re separated, but we can’t predict it, and I’m tired of being held hostage by it.” Steve relented, and the following day he and Kayla went to see David’s father, Manny Gold.
Manny was a tall, thin man with the same shock of black curls that his son had, only they were cut much closer cropped to his receding hairlined head. He spoke with an eastern European accent, and when David introduced his friends to him, the man stood up and met them both with a firm handshake.
“Dad, these are the two I was telling you about,” David said. “The ones who saved us from rhinoplasty bills after preventing that guy from breaking my nose.” Kayla didn’t remember this herself, but Steve had told her about the meathead in the bar that was harassing David and how Kayla had stood up to him.
“Dayfid tells me you’re looking for a car and a job. You’re loyal friends, yes? Zat means somesing. Pretty girls and handsome boys don’t stand up for my Dayfid.”
“Dad, please.”
“But you did. Sank you.”
Steve nodded kindly and Kayla said, “David’s a good friend.” Then she looked at Steve and added, “We’d do it again, too.”
Manny was prepared to cut Steve a deal that would do nothing more than cover his cost with zero profit for a nicer car than what Steve had originally seen, but what Steve actually wanted was that Dodge Dart. When they left, Steve had signed all the paperwork and just had to bring the money to pay for it once Shawn made the final arrangements with the restaurant. Kayla had her part time job, too. She would be a cashier for the car lot four days a week from 3:00 PM to 5:00 PM, and he would pay her $3.00/hour, which was more than minimum wage. She chuckled at how she was making less than it would cost to buy a gallon of gas back home, but here that paid the bills. Amazing how much simpler life was 30 years ago. She found herself almost wanting to stay here. And it scared her just how close the almost was to being … not an almost.
The following week was very eventful. Monday Kayla went off with David to class, Shawn left first thing to go finalize the new contract, and Steve experienced his first bout of failure to wedge. It was the very first thing in the morning, Caroline had finished the chowder and was back in the residence upstairs, and the market wasn’t even open yet. Steve was back and forth between the cooler and the display getting it all ready for the day when suddenly he heard the telltale sound of the door sealing rather than closing on the wedge. And the thing is he knew he’d used it. Maybe it was a bad wedge, maybe it was ghosts, but what it spelled was that he was fixing that f*cking door the minute he was able, but first he was going to have to wait for someone to realize he was stuck in there.
An hour later, Steve was still there. He knew Shawn and Caroline weren’t back yet because the displays were only half filled, and the first thing they’d do is go to the cooler. Shaking with cold, he spent the time singing to himself, reciting the addresses and phone numbers of where to find Kayla, and singing some more to keep himself awake. He’d already yelled and given up, and now he’d decided to start yelling again in the hope that Caroline might have wandered downstairs before her usual lunch time and would hear him. No such luck. The customers had always come in steadily from the time they’d opened on Mondays, didn’t someone notice by now that the fish market wasn’t open when it should have been?
At the one hour and ten minute mark, Steve started feeling markedly unwell. He knew this was bad, and he had to get out of there. It wasn’t like it was a freezer, but the temperature was very low, and it took a toll on him. Steve thought about all the Bradys and how they’d react to being in here. Shawn would be annoyed at the door. Roman would be annoyed at the wedge and wonder how to make it more foolproof. Caroline would be irritated with her husband for not just buying a new door. Kimberly would have laughed and found a reason that it made her life more interesting. Bo would have tried to get the hinges off the door or look for some secret series of thumps and kicks upon the door to make it open. And Kayla would be paralyzed with fear from the memories of having been stuck there at age ten. Steve was ready to pummel the door, if only he the chill hadn’t sapped the strength right out of him.
Finally, at just under ninety minutes the door opened, and Shawn stood there looking so contrite it almost broke Steve’s heart to see it, only he was so cold he wasn’t seeing anything particularly well. Shawn felt so guilty that Steve had been stuck in there this whole time and started yelling up to Caroline.
“Was it failure to wedge, lad?”
“N-n-n-no … I u-u-used it.” Shawn narrowed his eyes, sure Steve was remembering wrong. “I u-u-used it, I’m telling you. You’ve gotta let me fix the door.”
Shawn wasn’t going to argue with him right now, or, in fact for the rest of the day. He insisted that Steve hang up his Apron and go rest. Steve was feeling so crummy that no argument would be forthcoming, and he did what Shawn said.
Caroline took a heavy wool blanket and wrapped it around his shoulder. Steve tried to protest, but she was having none of it.
“Steve, you are chilled to the bone, I can feel it right through this blanket!”
“I’m fine, Caroline,” he let her first name slip, unable to really concentrate on keeping up appearances. “Really, I just need a minute.”
She let the familiar use of her first name go without any thought. “You need a lot more than a minute. Why that man won’t buy a new door I’ll never understand, that wedge has failed everyone in this family. Now you listen to me.” Steve had given up and let her put him into bed. “You get out of those clothes right now while I make you some hot tea and. Then I want you to stay in that bed.”
Steve’s fingers were so cold it took significant effort to bend them. But he managed to get his clothes off, his sweats and a t-shirt on, the blanket back over his body, and then sat back down on the bed just as Caroline appeared in his room with a large mug of hot tea.
“Thank you,” he said genuinely as he slowly took his first sips of the piping hot liquid.
“No, Steve,” she said as she ran a maternal hand over his long hair. “Thank you.” Steve’s heart clenched. He was 53 years old. She was still in her 40’s. But she felt every bit like a mother to him right now. And he appreciated it.
Caroline went down to take his place in the fish market while he slept the rest of the morning. His dreams were filled with strange fever-like images even though he didn’t have any fever to speak of.
Kayla walked in after her lab at 11:00 AM, her afternoon classes had been cancelled, so she decided to just come home. Seeing Steve in his bed through his bathroom door was a shock. What was he doing there? He was sound asleep almost completely under his blankets with only his face showing. What was wrong? She sat down on the edge of his bad and felt his forehead. No fever, but clearly there was something wrong. Kayla ran her hand down Steve’s cheek, which startled him. As he sat bolt upright Kayla scooted back. He darted his head to and fro, obviously disoriented. Kayla wasn’t sure he was even awake.
“Steve, shh, it’s me. Steve,” she calmly called. After just a moment, Steve realized where he was and visibly relaxed. He took her by the back of the neck and kissed her, then he plopped back down onto the bed. “What happened? Are you ok? Why are you sleeping in the middle of the day?”
“Got stuck in the cooler.”
Kayla gasped. “Oh no! How long?”
“’Bout an hour and a half. Was a real thrill.”
“Oh baby, I’m so sorry. That’s a really long time.”
“Yeah, your pop said it set a record. Gave me the rest of the day off. Your mom mommed me,” he smiled.
Kayla smiled, too. “What’d she do, make you tea?”
“Yeahp.”
“Did it help?”
“I know something that will help more.” Kayla did, too. So she snuggled down into the covers with him and let him take warmth from her down the entire length of his body.
“You feel warm to me,” Kayla said with a sigh.
“Yeah, well you’re a good warmer-upper.” Kayla smiled. “So what are you doin’ home so early?”
Kayla explained that her afternoon classes were cancelled and started to go on about what she did in her lab class that day and how fun it was to watch David learn what she already knew when Steve’s lips started lightly finding her neck. It was light at first, but then the little kisses became wetter, a little hotter, her nipples stiffened, Steve’s hand started rolling them between his fingers, and Kayla was no longer talking. She was no longer thinking. She was no longer feeling anything but the ache to be touched, kissed, licked, fingered, and f*cked. She would have wondered if Steve was feeling up to it, but from the hardness he was grinding against her bottom, she knew that up was all he was.
Kayla turned over to face him and not another word was spoken for some time. Kayla plundered Steve’s mouth with her tongue, and Steve met it with his own. She lifted his t-shirt and ran her fingers over the spot where his tattoo would have been. She kissed him and ran her teeth over his nipples, causing him to moan softly. Then in a very swift motion, Kayla tugged down Steve’s sweatpants and underwear and took his considerable length into her hot mouth. Steve gasped as she sucked him. She tightened her mouth over him and moved it expertly up and down over his shaft, her tongue licking and tasting as he let out small moans that only she could hear. He softly thrust himself into her mouth and let the sensations wash over him as his climax gathered within him.
Steve had to have his mouth on her. He had to taste her skin on his tongue and lick her essence into his mouth. He couldn’t wait any longer, and lifted her up. They undressed her together, and now they were both naked in his bed, which was the riskiest thing they’d ever done under this roof. They knew that Shawn or Caroline could come waltzing in to check on him at any minute, but they were so wrapped up in each other, so heady with desire and craving the release of their sexual need that they accepted the risk.
Kayla sat atop Steve’s lap and was about to guide her wet center onto him when he pulled her down for a hot kiss. He trailed his kisses down to the hollow of her neck until he got to her breasts, which he sucked hard into his mouth. He flicked his tongue fast over Kayla’s left nipple as he massaged her other breast in his right hand. This body was so sensitive to touch that Kayla felt her orgasm build just from his oral manipulations.
“I love sucking your tits, Kayla.”
“I love it when you suck them,” she moaned hotly. It drove Steve wild.
Steve worked his way down her belly until he reached her pubic bone and the tight curls that lay beneath it. Still on his back, Steve held Kayla’s buttocks with his palms and brought her small, lithe body to his mouth and started licking her. Gentle at first, his mouth began to suck on her lips and his tongue dipped into her with wild and forceful thrusts. Kayla moaned in pleasure very softly, but Steve knew that if they were alone in their house that she would have been screaming his name.
“Steve,” she whispered a moan. “Ooh … god, Steve …” He felt her start to quicken.
“I’m not letting you go until you come, baby. You come so I can taste it.”
One more hard suck pushed her over the precipice, and she jerked and convulsed around his tongue. Steve drank up his wife and now had to replace his tongue with his cock before he went insane.
Kayla’s head dropped in utter relaxation as she moved her bottom back down to straddle his crotch and laid herself down atop him.
“Was that good, baby?” Steve asked as he stroked her hair.
“Mm … that was wonderful.”
“I’m glad to hear that, ‘cause I’m greedy. I want you to have another.”
Kayla smiled as she lifted her head and kissed him. Then she sat astride him again, lifted up, and guided him into her. Kayla closed her eyes and whimpered with the feeling.
Steve stilled her hips with his hands before she could begin rolling them. “You ok?”
Kayla knew he was asking if she was still sore. “I’m good, baby,” she leaned down and kissed him sweetly. “I’m so good with you inside me.” Then she whispered hotly in his hear. “Now let me f*ck you.”
Steve moaned with her words and impaled her with a heavy upward thrust of his thick cock already buried inside of her. Kayla rolled herself back and forth over him as he thrusted in a fast and steady rhythm. “I love you,” he gasped, just before his orgasm ripped through them both. “F*ck, Kayla!” he cried softly as his cock pulsed his cum into her and she jerked on top of him.
When they were spent, Kayla nestled her head into the crook of Steve’s neck and let him hold her tightly. As they often did, they absently stroked each other’s chests and arms, feeling the warmth of their skin beneath their fingertips.
“Feeling better, then?” Kayla asked.
“You could say that,” Steve grinned. Then he held her very tightly for a moment and said, “that was a very big risk we just took, Sweetness.”
“I know,” she said softly. “I couldn’t help it, I had … to be …”
“Me, too. I just couldn’t wait another minute to make love to you. But we can’t let that happen again. In your folks’ house.
“They’re not going to throw you out.” Steve agreed, that danger was probably past, now. But they both knew that continuing to have sex in this house when her parents were so close by was not in their best interest.
“I decided a few days ago that we’re going to have the rest of our dates at the house,” Steve said as he kissed her temple. “And when we get home … I’m moving us all back there.”
Kayla was stunned. “How … how are you going to do that? Someone’s living there, I’m pretty sure.”
“I don’t care. I’m gonna find a way. That’s our home. I miss it.”
Kayla looked up into his eyes. “I miss it, too.” She kissed him softly, and enjoyed his warmth and stray kisses. Eventually, they got up, their mutual releases continuing to radiate throughout their bodies.
Kayla left for her first day of work later that afternoon, and Shawn came upstairs to tell Steve the contract was official and gave him his third of the deposit. The next day Steve had bought a blue, 1969 Dodge Dart with just over 72,000 miles on it, a little rust, a cracked side mirror, and an interior to die for. Not being married here made Kayla no less his wife, however, and he made very sure her name appeared on the title. It was their first purchase together here as a secret family as they lived as part of a bigger one. And neither one of them wanted it to end.