Unapologetically Me

Chapter Twenty Nine

Packing was a pain in my ass. Never, in my life, have I ever packed a single box. Never. I had grown up in this house and we never moved. My parents had lived in this house for years before I ever came along and they had accumulated so much sh*t it was hard to even know what to pack to take with me and what to donate or throw away.

I started with my dad's office because I knew he wouldn't need anything in it anymore but it turned out to be the worst decision I had ever made.

My dad had secrets that he kept that I had never known about and it was hard to even wrap my head around. When I rifled through his desk, I found things I wish I hadn't found before.

There were thongs stuffed in drawers and business cards to strip clubs around the strip. There were like trading card type things with raunchy women on the card that he collected and napkins with kiss marks and phone numbers. He had pictures of himself with his face in between a stripper's cleavage and white stuff on his nose.

I threw all of it away and had to leave the room for the rest of the day. James had pretty much gone through the rest of the office with me and we found s*x toys and hand cuffs and sh*t I never thought my dad would have ever used. He had old porn magazines dating back to the seventies and more pictures of him naked with a bunch of other people.

It was sickening to see and I wondered if all of this led to the reason why my mom drank so heavily.

I cried as we went through all of his paraphernalia and when we were finally able to throw it all away I was glad. We kept all of the files in the filing cabinet because we didn't know what they were for and then when we cleaned everything out, we researched how much each furniture item would sell for because we probably weren't going to be taking all of the furniture with us when we moved.

James was the biggest help with everything. For days he helped me pack up room by room and helped me decide what needed to go and what needed to stay.

We drove around every afternoon after school and looked at for sale signs on smaller homes and looked at apartment listings online. It was hard, grueling work, but having him with me made it so much better. He carried all of the big stuff for me and we started piling boxes of stuff in the living room from upstairs.

It was mostly work, but I made plenty of time for play. James and I were f*cking like bunnies every chance we got on any surface of my house. It was hot and his stamina was off the charts. Not to mention that my s*x drive was exponentially higher than usual and I got horny really fast.

We hadn't spoken about being in a relationship, but it didn't mean that we weren't acting like it at school. He held my hand down the hallways and we kissed every chance we got. To be frank, I was sure I was in love with him. Being around him constantly felt like a dream and he took care of me so well.

I also came to family dinners every night now and we even announced to his siblings that we were having a baby together. The younger kids were happy and the older ones just kind of grumbled, being used to having babies around all the time. The person who took it the worst was Justice, even though I'm sure she heard about the rumors in school.

She had stormed out of dinner without a word and hadn't talked to James after that. Jordan seemed bummed, but James told me it was because he had a crush on me.

It was cute. On my birthday, I received a call from my uncle to wish me a happy birthday and to ask me how the progress on the house hunting was going.It was good to tell him that I had a good few rooms packed up, but he was disappointed that I didn't have much more done.

What he didn't know was that it was harder because James would hardly let me lift a finger. He and Michael moved all of the boxes downstairs because I wasn't allowed to do it. Michael grumbled about helping until he found the thirty pack of beer we had stashed in the laundry room and then it didn't matter from there.

Now we were all laying in my livingroom, exhausted from the long day of packing boxes. I had Chloe, her boyfriend, Michael, Art Blonde and James here, helping pack boxes and celebrate my birthday with me.

I was laying against James, half asleep. Chloe and her boyfriend were making out on the couch and making a lot of noises and Michael and Art Blonde were arguing about which Lord of the Rings Movie was the best.

Don't ask me why Art Blonde was even here when I knew she acted my guys, but it was mostly because of Michael. I glanced at James as he ran his fingers through my hair and smiled.

"You tired?"

"I'm pooped."

"Me too. Did you like your gift?"

I grinned and nodded. James had gotten me a hoodie and a locket necklace with a tiny picture of one of my ultrasounds on one side and a goofy picture of him and I kissing on the other.

It was nice and I had it on now, along with my new hoodie.

Chloe got me a new pair of shoes that felt like heaven when I walked in them and Michael gave me a gift card to my favorite fast food restaurant with fifty dollars on it.

It was really nice of everyone, but it was kind of a hard day. My dad usually always made me breakfast with pancakes on my birthday and he would decorate it with a fruity smiley face and bacon eyebrows. He would get me one expensive gift, usually a purse or shoes or something I asked him for a week before my birthday and then a thoughtful gift. Usually it was like a magnet with a picture of him and I or a photo album with pictures of me he had taken through out the year with a small description of the date, what I was doing and his thoughts.

It was hard for me today, to get through the day without my special things, but I pulled through, mostly because James was there, making me laugh or kissing me or distracting me with stupid little fun facts he had.

"I loved everything. Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"I didn't get you anything for your birthday."

"It's okay. I understand why."

He was with Pink Streak. Bleh.

"Do you want to go upstairs?" He asked me, pressing his lips to the side of my face.

"Mmm... do I get to open one last gift?" I asked and walked my fingers over the zipper of his pants. He grinned.

"I thought you were tired."

"I am, but since it's my birthday, you can do all of the work while I lay there and enjoy it." He chuckled in my hair and kissed the top of my head.

"Isn't that what you do anyways?"

"Shut up, no I don't. I have gotten on top multiple times."

He laughed hard and I felt his stomach move beneath me.

"Fine. You can be my pillow princess tonight, but as soon as it hits midnight, positions change."

"What time is it?"

"Eleven fifteen."

"Oh easy. We will both be too tired before midnight anyways, so I still won't have to do any work."

"Oh, I can drag it out. Don't tempt me. You won't like it."

"How?"

He leaned down so his mouth was at my ear and I shuddered at the tickle. "I'll get you naked from head to toe. I'll start by kissing up each of your legs until I get to your sweet p*ssy. And just when you think I'm going to finally give you what you need, I'm going to make my way up your body. I'm going to suck and lick at your sensitive n*pples until you can't take it anymore and then I'm going toove back down this gorgeous body and lick your p*ssy until you c*m all over my mouth." I felt a jolt go through my body and I rubbed my thighs together.

"Then I'm going to move back up and kiss you and while I'm kissing you, I'm going to rub my c*ck all over your c**t until you beg me to be inside of you. And even when you beg, it won't happen until you c*m just from my d**k rubbing up against you."

"James..." I groaned and turned around. I wrapped my hand around his head and clutched at his hair. I mashed my lips against his, our teeth clashing as our tongues met. "Please." I whispered against his mouth.

He grinned and moved his hand over my chest, pinching my n*****s through my shirt and then over my stomach. I thought he was going to move lower and was fully prepared for it, but he stopped just above the hem of my pants.

"We have an audience." He whispered to me. I opened my eyes and glanced up. Michael and Art Blonde were sitting across the livingroom, seeming to be watching us and Chloe and her boyfriend had stopped kissing enough to smirk down at us on the floor.

"Sh*t." I sat up and flipped them off. James grinned as he stood up and we ran up the stairs to my bedroom. I shut and locked the door quickly and pulled up my shirt. James' ocean eyes sparkled as he helped me undress. I laid down in my bed, fully naked and waited for him. He stood at the end of my bed and stared at my body. I touched myself a little, giving him a small show as he stripped out of his clothes.

I was so sensitive, I probably could have made myself c*m if I had kept going. James climbed up the bed, still in his boxers and did exactly what he had warned me he would do. He grabbed my right ankle and trailed kisses up my legs slowly. It was so torturously slow, but it felt so good. When he got to the apex of my thigh, he lifted my left leg and repeated the cycle again.

I groaned when he kissed my mound, just above my lips. I pressed my hands into his hair and he chuckled, his warm breath fanning over my p*ssy.

"Please. I need you."

"I know, baby, but I have a plan."

"No. Please!"

He chuckled again and then I felt his tongue part my lips gently. I tilted my head back and moaned. His tongue moved slowly over my c**t and he gave it a small suck before he moved up my body, an evil grin his face. He trailed kisses up my stomach and just like he said, stopped at my breasts, taking my left n*pple in his mouth while he pinched and pulled on my right. I was so wound up, I moaned and pushed my hips up so that I could get some sort of friction.

"You're a naughty girl." He breathed against my n*pple. I felt goosebumps on my arms at the sensation and I bit my lip.

"I need you. Please, James."

"You're begging already?"

"Yes." I breathed in exasperation. "I am. Please!"

He nipped at my n*pple, sending a jolt of pain and pleasure through my body. He moved up my body and kissed me roughly, moving his hand down in between us and pushing down the front of his boxers. Feeling his c*ck against my core, I wiggled myself until I felt him in place and he chuckled.

"Not yet, baby." He breathed as he placed it over my c**t and began moving it against me. I moaned. F*ck it, this felt good.

He rubbed his d**k against my c**t as we kissed and it didn't take long before I felt myself c*m. He then moved his c*ck down and pushed into me without warning. I cried out as he began pumping into me slowly at first, as he licked and sucked on my throat. He went quicker, sitting up and lifting my legs so that they laid on his chest. I felt him go deeper, stretching me to his size as out hips slapped loudly with his movements.

He kissed my ankles as he f*cked me and then moved his hand down and began rubbing my c**t with his thumb. I grabbed onto the sheets, my toes curling as I came hard, squeezing his large, hard c*ck with my p*ssy. He groaned and slowed as his d**k twitch inside of me and he shuddered, exhaling loudly.

He laid my legs down slowly and laid next to me, panting.

"F*ck, Kelly."

I breathed out a laugh and wrapped and arm around his chest.

"I love you," He breathed and my eyes popped open and I stared at him. His eyes stayed close and I wondered if I had just imagined him say it.

"What?"

"I love you." He repeated quietly, opening his eyes. I felt my eyes sting with tears and I sat up.

"Are you sure?"

He chuckled and nodded. "Yeah, I think I'm pretty sure."

"You're not just, like, p*ssy drunk or whatever?"

"No. I mean, I am, but I know what I'm saying."

I felt my bottom lip tremble as I stared down at him and I kissed him hard. "I love you too."