Chapter Fourteen - A Reminder.

McKenna

I have been awake for an hour but still lying in bed. It slept well last night. My time with Paxton was fun, and I can’t remember the last time I had such an intense orgasm or if I have ever had one. I am scrolling through social media. I don’t spend much time on social media. As I look through what is going on, I see a video of Paxton, one of those that talks about his dating history. I probably shouldn’t watch it, but I find myself doing exactly like that. There is a list of about six different women, all as beautiful and perfect as the other. I know he hasn’t dated them all, but something has happened between them.

I sigh at the reminder of the type of woman he has been with and should be with. None of them like me. It makes me question even more why he wants anything to do with me. I still can’t stop the thought in the back of my mind he is only interested because I am here, and he has no one else around whom he can get what he needs from. I wonder how many women he has been with since he left that no one knows about. I have a feeling it is a lot. It makes me nervous because I am not exactly experienced. What if I can be what he needs? I know it is casual and sexual, but still, what if I am a disappointment to him? All of these thoughts aren’t just because of him; my lack of confidence also plays into it. None of my exes told me I was good in bed, but they didn’t say I was bad either. However, they both cheated on me, so what does that say?

I groan in frustration as I spiral. I toss my cell aside. There are reasons I don’t spend much time on social media. If I keep letting these things bother me, I will end up telling Paxton nothing more can happen, and I don’t want to do that.

I need a distraction. A swim sounds like a good idea. I pull myself out of bed, slipping into my bikini and an oversized tee. I will do my yoga and meditation afterwards to relax more.

I am quiet as I head downstairs. Carter will be away to work, but I haven’t heard any movement, so Paxton must still be asleep. I make it to the kitchen without any disturbance and pour some coffee from the machine, which is still warm from my brother making it. I only take a few sips and stroll outside. I smile as the warm sun beams down on my skin. I remove my tee and dive straight in.

I swim about six lengths before I stop to take a breather. I can usually do more, but some mornings are easier than others.

“I thought I would find you out here.”

The sound of Paxton’s chuckle makes me look up. He smiles when my eyes fall on him. I smile back before my eyes dance over his half-naked body. He is only in shorts, nothing more.

“Yes, if you can’t find me inside, you will always find me out here.” I laugh.

Paxton joins me, climbing into the pool and swims to me. He comes close, trapping me between him and the wall.

“I sort of hoped you would have come in and woke me up this morning.”

“I didn’t want to disturb you,” I say softly.

It is partly true; another part of me, I believe, wanted to avoid him on purpose after the video, but I can’t avoid him forever. I need to learn to deal with it. It is only for the summer anyway, until he returns to his real life, and I stay here.

“I wouldn’t have minded being disturbed by you.” He smiles, his lips inching closer to mine.

“Mmm, I will remember that for the next time,” I whisper.

He places his hand on my hip, “Make sure you do.” He says and claims my lips in his.

I whimper and slip my arms around his neck, kissing back. It is quick to turn into a make-out session. I run my nails gently down his back as we do. Paxton brings my leg around his hip, our bodies becoming closer together. I can feel his excitement dig between my thighs. God, why does this feel so good? It is because we shouldn’t be doing it. No man has kissed me in the way he does.

The sound of his cell ringing disturbs us. I part from the kiss, “Do you need to get that?”

“No, it can go to voicemail.” He replies and reattaches our lips.

A few seconds later, it rang again. He sighs and pulls back, “I am sorry. Give me a second until I see who it is?”

I nod, and he climbs out of the pool to check. He looks at it, and I can see he seems annoyed, “I am sorry. I need to take this.”

I smile, “It is fine.”

He disappears inside, and I get back to swimming. Ten minutes pass, and there is still no sign of him returning. It must be an important call. I leave the pool and head inside because I need food before I do anything.

The kitchen is empty, but I hear him talking in the hallway. He does not sound happy, “Cara, I told you we were done. I should never have come back to you in the first place.”

Cara? I am sure that was one of the names that were mentioned in the video I watched. A model, I believe.

“No, I am not telling you where I am. Leave me alone.” He snaps.

There is a silence, and I hear him approach the kitchen. I rush to the fridge to make it look like I was not just listening to his conversation.

“Kenna, when did you come back in?” he asks softly.

I close the fridge door, “Only a second ago.” I lie and smile at him.

“I thought you were swimming?”

“I was, but now I need food. I am seeing what I could make for breakfast. Everything okay?”

He nods, “Yes, it was nothing. I will make breakfast for us. I feel like you are always making it for me.” He laughs.

“Sure. Is there anything you are in the mood for? There are some things, but not much.”

“I will find us something. Do you like smoothie bowls? I make a good one.” He asks.

“Yes, I love smoothie bowls.”

“Great. Take a seat and watch the master at work.” He chuckles.

“Yes, Sir.”

I take a seat and let him do his thing. I am not sure if I should tell him I heard part of his conversation. It really isn’t any of my business. I sigh and focus on my coffee as he makes breakfast. Though, the things he said to Cara made it sound like they were more than only hooking up. Could she be one of his ex-girlfriends and not just a fuck buddy? No, I need to stop. I am letting myself get carried away again. Who he dates, screws and whatever else is not something he needs to tell me about. As long as he doesn’t have a girlfriend right now who he hasn’t mentioned to me. I would never forgive myself if I found out he was cheating on one with me. I don’t ever want to be the kind of woman who does that to another.