Truth Undressed (Exposed Series, #3) (10 page)

I tried not to smile ear to ear, but I don’t think I did a very
good job.

Kevin shook his sexy curls towards the door in a
let’s get
out of here
gesture, and Danielle and I scooted out of the booth immediately.

“Thanks for defending me,” I whispered in his ear.

“My pleasure,” he said. “Thanks for not messing with that douche
bag anymore. Ten bucks for keg beer.” He shook his head. “What a sad little
man.”

I hoped Ian wasn’t too hurt- even though he deserved it- but I
didn’t look in his direction again to find out. Instead I turned and nudged
Kevin. “I liked the bit about the dick implant.”

His smile was like sunshine on my face. “Thanks. I was proud of
that one.”

I held on to Kevin’s arm and let him escort me out of the room.
Danielle followed a few steps behind.

“What happened last time you guys fought?” I asked. “I didn’t
know there was a last time?”

“I broke his nose.”

“When?”

“Sophomore year.”

“I thought that happened in a lacrosse game?”

Kevin shrugged.

I could’ve asked why they fought. But I didn’t care, and I
didn’t need to know. Because it didn’t matter. What mattered was that Kevin had
come to the last place he wanted to be and put up with a bunch of immature
bullshit all because he wanted to see me.

And all I could think about was how much I wanted him to take me
upstairs so I could thank him properly for coming and standing up for me. And
when it came to my head going down, let’s just say he wouldn’t have to push.

Lover #6:
Your Soul Mate

I don’t believe there is only one right person for everyone. On
the contrary, I think there may be many wonderful matches for each of us. However,
just because the odds are a little better than one to one doesn’t mean that
everyone is lucky enough to find a soul mate.

I also believe that we all want to feel loved and accepted by
someone. But just anyone won’t do. We all want love and acceptance from someone
we
love and respect. Otherwise, it doesn’t count for much.

So when you find someone whose opinion and company you value
more than anyone else’s, take note. Because that means something. Most people
you meet will never get you, and it won’t bother you at all.

But your soul mate is the opposite of all those people. Not only
do you want them to understand you, but you think they might actually be
capable of it.

Of course, recognizing your soul mate when you meet them is the
easy part. When they come into your life, something will start churning inside
you that will make you feel a little more alive.

Soon you’ll start thinking that if they were anyone else you’d
be sick of them by now, but somehow you aren’t. Then it will occur to you that
you haven't ogled anyone else in ages. And finally the thought will cross your
mind that maybe you’d be perfectly happy never sleeping with anybody else ever
again.

When it happened to me, I felt like I’d found something
wonderful that I hadn’t realized I was missing before. Something that made me
more... optimistic. It felt like being home. Like there was nothing I couldn’t
do if I were holding his hand.

Unfortunately, just because you’ve found a soul mate doesn’t
mean your love will last forever. So make every day count and don’t take it for
granted.

You can fit a lifetime worth of love inside the framework of just
one relationship. Even a short one. So savor those feelings and remember them.
They can sustain you long after the relationship has run its course.

But in the meantime, don’t waste your time looking for true love.

During my professional career, I met so many people that were completely
hung up on trying to find love. Some of them even began to stink of desperation
to the point where they would’ve repelled anyone that might have fit the bill.

Now I understand how much pressure people feel to find
meaningful companionship. But looking for love is like looking for a rainbow. It
will either show up or it won’t, but stressing about it doesn’t increase the
likelihood its their arrival.

Plus, when you’re in too much of a rush to find someone, you forget
to enjoy being single! And ironically, the more satisfied you are with your
life, the more likely you are to attract someone who's ready to be in a
relationship.

As a result, you’ll be much better off focusing not on finding
love but on becoming someone worthy of love. Honestly, the majority of people I
know who are in happy relationships didn’t find love when they were looking for
it. They found it when they were exploring their own interests.

Because the whole idea of finding “your other half” is grossly
misleading. No well-adjusted, confident, capable person is really interested in
hooking up with half a person for the rest of their life. In a healthy
relationship, both people are whole on their own. That’s what makes them a
strong couple.

So don’t waste your energy trying to find someone else who can make
you feel whole. Only you can do that. And the truth is, you’re not ready for
love until you’ve reached a point where you believe you’ll be okay even if your
soul mate never comes along. And at that point, you’ll find someone who is just
right for you, someone who is also steady enough on his own two feet that he’s
capable of whisking you away.

It’s like that line in Cool Runnings where John Candy tells the
Jamaican bobsled team “If you’re not enough before the gold medal, you’ll never
be enough with it.”

It’s the same for love, no matter how true. Don’t get me wrong,
being loved is powerful. There’s no doubt about that. But it is not a cure-all.
It too has limitations.

And even though true love is what we all dream about and watch
movies about and pen ballads about, it is not the only version of love that matters.
On the contrary, no one you ever care about is ever truly lost to you, and
there is something to be learned from every relationship. So even if someone is
Mr. Right-Now instead of Mr. Right, you should still love them as best you can.

Because love is like energy. What you put out, you get back in
spades.

I followed Kevin upstairs and to the end of the dark hallway. He
knocked on a closed door and then turned the knob. After he peeked his head inside
to make sure the room was empty, he flicked the light switches until he found a
dim overhead setting. Then he led me inside.

When I closed the door behind me, I saw that we were in the
master bedroom. The bed was big and the colors were neutral. Overall, it was
tastefully decorated. Almost too tastefully, like the way you’d want your house
to look if you were showing it to prospective buyers. If it weren’t for the laundry
basket full of unfolded towels at the end of the bed I might not have believed
it was lived in.

Kevin turned around and propped himself up against the door by
placing a hand just over my shoulder. His face was inches from mine.

“You really want to know why I came here tonight?” he asked.

“Sure.”

“I was jealous.”

“Jealous?”

“Of everyone at this party.”

I cocked my head.

“Because they were going to see you tonight, and I couldn’t
stand it.”

“Is that so?” I asked, wondering if he could hear my heart
beating against the door.

He nodded and pushed a stray wisp of hair out of my face.

I shrugged. “Well, now you see me.”

“I know,” he said, fixing his eyes on my mouth. “And it’s still
not enough.”

I wanted to say something clever and sexy, but before I could
think of anything, he tilted my chin up with his fingers and kissed me.

My head fell back against the door, but I pressed my hips
against him. Ripples of anticipation tore up my middle. As his tongue dipped in
my mouth, I felt him grow against me. It made me so excited that I turned him
on.

Immediately my thoughts jumped to how big he’d felt before and
how worried I was that I wouldn’t be able to handle him. Then I wondered if he
would even fit in my mouth. 

Without warning, he bent down, scooped me up, and carried me towards
the bed. I wrapped my hands around his neck, and he looked at me the like I was
the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. I felt light from the alcohol, but
just drunk enough to have the guts to do what I wanted.

He laid me on the bed gently and moved over me, letting the
weight of his body crush me against the bed as he kissed me. Once again I wished
he would just rip his clothes off, but he took his time. I think he actually
enjoyed teasing me until I was insane with desire.

As soon as it felt hot between my legs, I pushed one of his
shoulders until he took the hint and rolled over. When I straddled him, a smile
erupted across his face. His amusement at my taking charge just made me want
him more. I’d never felt more confident with a guy. It must’ve been the way he
looked at me. Like he would never abandon me. Not even with his eyes.

I pulled my shirt off and he leaned up just enough to pull his
off, too. I lowered my chest against his and was consumed by the thrill of his
skin against mine. It wasn't until I felt his bare hands exploring my chest
that I realized he'd slipped the hooks of my bra out of place.

It was my turn to tease him, though. So as he squeezed me, I
rocked against him, sliding up and down his cock where it was still trapped
stiff in his jeans.

But soon I couldn’t wait anymore. I wanted to taste him. I
wanted to know if he would fit in my mouth. I wanted to surprise him like he
surprised me.

My kissing technique suffered a little as I fumbled at his belt.
But once the buckle was undone, I walked back on my knees so I could pull his
pants off. I pulled his boxers off with them and his dick flung up against his
belly, standing like a mountain between us, a mountain that was just begging to
be climbed.

But that would have to wait. I wanted to drive him as crazy as
he drove me so I knelt over him and wrapped a hand around the top of his dick.
Then I dragged my thumb back and forth against the tip. When I looked at his
face, he looked totally helpless, totally into it, and completely on edge.

I gathered some spit in my mouth- enough so that I could slide
right down him- and leaned over. I pursed my lips and curled them around my
teeth. There was nothing left to do but open my mouth and hope he would fit.

He groaned with pleasure when I sank down on him as far as I
could. He was so big it took me a second to figure out how to suck him without
choking.

But soon I had a rhythm, and I used my hand to help me pump his
shaft to make up for the fact that my mouth couldn’t make it all the way down
him. And I was surprised to discover how much I liked it, how much it turned me
on to work his cock like that. I mean, initially I just wanted to make him feel
good, but his dick was so smooth and hard I actually didn’t mind having it in
my mouth.  

Then just when I felt like I was getting the hang of it, it
swelled even more. And the moment it swelled, I felt Kevin grab a fistful of my
hair.

“I’m gonna come.”

I braced myself just in time, and my mouth flooded with warm
liquid. He released his grip on my hair, and I pulled away just enough to
swallow before sucking him softly again to make sure I got every last drop.
Then while my hair was still hanging all around my face, I wiped the edges of
my mouth on the back of my hand before looking up at him.

His chest was rising and falling, and there was a wide smile on
his face.

“That was amazing,” he said, squinting as if the flood of
pleasure had made his eyelids heavy.

I smiled and glanced back at his dick. It was still wet and
erect. Kevin watched me as I undid my pants and moved over him. Then I grabbed
him with one hand and guided him in place, exhaling as I sank down on him one
inch at a time. It felt like I was sliding down him forever.

By the time I sank all the way to the base of his cock, I was
afraid to move because he was filling up so much of me. I couldn’t even think
about trying to bounce up and down on his dick. He was too big and too deep
already. I could hardly breathe with him inside me. So I leaned forward until I
was lying on top of him and held still for a moment while I looked at his
gorgeous face and tried to figure out my next move.

Suddenly, he thrust up into me, hitting the spot he’d hit the last
time. The movement flooded my lower body with a warmth that spread up my spine.

“Well are you gonna ride it or are you just going to sit there?”
he said, grinding against me until my clit was buzzing with energy.

I smiled and realized I was holding my breath. Then I started
moving my hips slowly in circular motions around him until my insides were
churning. He exhaled and let his head fall back against the pillow.