Page 33 of Stay With Me

Young Jae’s lips devour mine as he lifts me onto the counter. His hands slide up my shirt.

Giggling, I press my hands into his chest, fisting his shirt. “They’re going to arrive any moment,” I mutter against his lips before opening to him. He tastes so good, like wine and chocolate.

He moves to my jawline, kissing the sensitive spot under my ear. “You started it.”

The doorbell rings, interrupting us.

Young Jae presses his forehead to mine, groaning, before setting me back on the floor to straighten my shirt as he goes to greet our friends.

Their voices carry through, greeting Young Jae and then Kimchi as well. As I adjust myself and smooth my hair, I hear, “Yo, Jae… You have lipstick smudges around your mouth and down your neck.” Owen’s voice carries, sounding like he’s barely repressing laughter.

“What, you don’t like my new look?” Young Jae quips back and I hear him go into the main floor bathroom.

Our friends pile in for our triple date. It’s the soft launch of our relationship and I know they’re all excited based off the texts from Rae and Adeline.

Before they can say anything about my lipstick on Young Jae, I say, “Hey! Pizza is in the kitchen, and tons of drinks are in the fridge.”

They all look at me knowingly, smirking.

“We hope we’re not interrupting anything.” Rae laughs, not letting me get away with my attempt to redirect their attention.

Resisting the urge to stick out my tongue like a child, I shake my head. “Not at all.”

She laughs knowingly, heading into the kitchen to grab some food.

Young Jae comes into the room, face cleared of any lipstick, sending a wink my way before asking the guys if they want a beer. The three of them head into the kitchen, leaving Adeline and me in the dining room.

“The town is abuzz after seeing you walking and holding hands.” She smiles knowingly. “From what I can tell, everyone is so happy. According to one of our teen volunteers, people have been ‘shipping’ the two of you forever.”

Chuckling, I shrug not knowing what else to do. “I’m not surprised after the matchmaking attempts. It will die down eventually, as you know.”

She groans, remembering when she was the topic of the town gossip. “You’re right. Eventually they will move on. But seriously, we’re all so happy for you. When it’s right, it’s right and finally the timing worked out.”

We all settle in the living room, spread around with our food. I can practically hear the squealing going on in Rae and Adeline’s heads when Young Jae runs his fingers down my arm as he passes me.

Soon the conversation shifts away from our relationship to other things, like Cam and Rae’s upcoming move.

“We can’t wait to host a housewarming party. It’s my dream house,” Rae gushes, going into her plans for an attic office.

I know how much she wishes some of those rooms would be for children, but her struggles to get pregnant are a huge part of why she and Cam split up so many years ago. I’m glad to see her brainstorming ideas like a cat room.

That’s something Young Jae and I have never discussed, it’s never really come up, but I’m not sure where he stands on kids. I’m so used to my life how it is, I think having kids would be a hard transition.

The evening flies by and soon our friends are leaving. As we shut the door, Young Jae turns to me. “Now, let’s finish what we started.”

He bends down, quickly flipping me onto his shoulder and lifting before I can make a peep. Instead of heading upstairs, he strides into the kitchen and plants me on the counter, lifting my shirt over my head.

My bra falls to the floor next and his lips are on my nipple before I’ve hardly had time to process. My head falls back as he explores my body, building me up to the point I feel like I may black out from need.

“Please,” I moan.

Young Jae doesn’t need to be asked twice. He lifts me down quickly working my pants off, turning me so my elbows are resting on the counter.

“Stay.” His voice is guttural as he frees his cock and thrusts into me hard and deep. My body is electric as he moves, his hand sliding over my hip and down, the first brush of his fingers over my clit sending shock waves through me.

“So fucking wet,” he groans, working me until the delicious explosion of my orgasm rips through me. I drop onto the counter, unable to hold myself as he moves. He comes, his body pressed over me, his forehead pressed into my back as his body quakes.

My legs are jelly as he pulls out, so he turns me, picks me up and carries me to the bathroom. “I’m pretty sure I’m broken,” I mutter as he turns on the water.

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