Scripted Reality: Formerly I Wanna Get Laid by Kade

by Ashton Johns

  “Oh, fudge,” she said, lifting a hand to cup my face. “That was amazing.”

  The cute way she said fudge instead of cursing made me smile. Fuck, she made me smile, period.

  “You were amazing, and this is going to be even better. It might not last too long this time, but it’ll be good.” Smiling, I ran a fingertip down her nose. “Okay?”

  She nodded and lifted her head to kiss my chin.

  With my eyes on her, I slowly slid inside her. The agony of the slowness and the ecstasy of feeling her pussy clench around me was the most amazing mixture of feelings I’d ever had. At college sex had only ever been fun. I’d never cared about any of the girls I’d fucked, but Daisy…I knew she was going to be everything and more.

  “Daisy.”

  She let out a little moan as I moved, causing me to pause, but as her hips lifted and her fingers dug into my ass, I knew she was okay and started to move in long, languorous strokes, taking my time to savor every damn moment. The insides of her thighs were soft and warm against me, and her little gasps of pleasure made my heart race faster. Daisy lifted her head, her mouth searching for mine, and I was more than willing to accept her hot, sweet kisses.

  My hand skimmed down her side and reached for her leg, lifting it higher, and as I increased the speed of my rhythm, Daisy matched me. My breathing was hard as my cries mixed with her moans, and each thrust became more demanding. When I felt the walls of Daisy’s pussy start to tighten around my dick, I felt the ball of electricity start to form, sparks going off all over my body.

  “Oh God, Kade!” Daisy’s cry was loud as her hands gripped my shoulders and her legs clenched around me.

  With her pussy pulsing, I groaned out her name and stiffened as my own release came with my hand fisting in her hair. Euphoria and pleasure buzzed around my body and I knew that I would never get enough of Daisy Ingles.

  Because of that, I owed her the truth, the whole ugly mess of my life and what had happened to put me on the streets.

  Thirty-Four

  Kade Sutton

  No one ever wanted to use the words ‘we need to talk’, but I’d already taken liberties with Daisy and not been entirely open about all that I was. I’d gotten so caught up with having her in my arms that I’d pushed telling her the truth to one side. She’d been nothing but open and honest with me about her mom and dad and the reasons for the show from the start, and I’d held back.

  I’d faced drug dealers on the streets and alcoholics trying to shake me down, I’d broken into places for survival, and yet telling this girl I was responsible for someone else losing their life seemed like the toughest thing yet. I’d been so content with her in my arms that the longer I lay there building up the courage to actually say the words, the sicker I felt.

  “Baby, let me visit the bathroom,” I whispered in her ear and felt the gradual loss of her warmth as she started to unravel her limbs from mine. When I’d seen to business, I pulled my shit together and headed back to her, gearing up to spill my guts. I halted at the open doorway and watched her from afar. Her body was wrapped like an Egyptian mummy in my bed clothes and her hair looked like she’d had her fingers in the power sockets.

  It was fucking crazy beautiful.

  I’d done that to her, and if she hated me after what I was about to tell her, that image would be burned into my retinas for the rest of my days.

  “Come back to bed,” she mumbled, completely aware that I was daydreaming, lost in the image of her.

  “We need to talk,” I blurted out.

  I saw what that phrase did to her. It started a chain reaction of awareness through her body. I could tell when her brain had computed it by the way she bolted up in the bed. Her beautiful bed head was now upright, and she looked more ‘crazy scientist’ than sex kitten.

  “Wha…? Wha…? I…I…”

  And here came the panic I’d caused by just fucking blurting it out. “I’m an idiot. I didn’t mean to just say it like that,” I told her, rushing to the bed, but the closer I got to her, the more she shuffled away from me, grabbing at the sheets to cover her naked body.

  “I know I’m no romance expert but those words-”

  “Were the wrong words,” I interrupted. “What I should have said is, I need to talk about me. You know nothing about me, and you deserve to.”

  Daisy stopped backing away and cocooned her frame in a sheet big enough to make a parachute. “The things I’m going to say about my past, it would be easier if I was in touching distance of you. You give me so much courage to see the possibilities of life, but this is hard for me. I need your strength, baby.”

  She shuffled sideways until we were side-by-side, opening one side of the sheet so I could snuggle underneath it. Her anticipation hung heavy in the air and it was as loud as my silence.

  “I killed my best friend.”

  I heard the inhalation of shock and waited for her reaction. There was no screaming in disgust or the expected tears of disappointment. Daisy sat patiently, waiting for me to continue my sad, regrettable story. When I didn’t continue, I felt her hand breach the non-existent void and clasp mine.

  Why wasn’t she running?

  “I never knew my dad. It was always that simple, too, and I think that’s because my mom gave me all the love and support that I could ever have needed. Some kids had a dad, and some didn’t. That was just life. We lived in a little place and our next-door neighbors, Paighton and her son, Cory became our family. We all relied on each other and at one point, we spent so much time together that I actually convinced myself that we were brothers.”

  I smiled, remembering good times. We didn’t have a lot of things, but what we did have was each other.

  “Anyway, my mom fell ill. I spent more and more time with Paighton and Cory, not understanding what was going on, only that I was spending less time with her.”

  I dropped Daisy’s hand and rubbed my tattoo gently with my fingers. It was like thinking about her and talking about her made it pulse and vibrate, as if it contained her heartbeat.

  “Is that her? Your mom, I mean, Shelby?” Daisy asked, finally breaking her silence.

  “Yeah. She passed away alone in hospital while I was excavating fucking dirt with Cory’s Tonka truck. It’s funny the shit you remember. Cory had gone inside to get us a couple of juice boxes-earth moving was thirsty business-and when he came back out, he told me his mom was crying. Later that night, she told me that my mom had gone to heaven and a lady would be coming by to pick me up. That was the first of many homes I went into, Bernadette’s being one of them. The best one and I never wanted to leave.”

  Daisy’s head was resting on my chest now. It felt odd to have her so close to my tattoo and my heart at the same time. My story was already causing an emotional overload, but I knew when she heard the horrid details and how it ended, seeing the look of disdain on her face might just kill me for good. Like I deserved.

  “What? That’s awful.”

  “It was at the time, but Larry was heartbroken when Bernadette died. He couldn’t cope without his anchor and most of his family lived over a thousand miles away, so he went to join them, which was why we had to go back into the system. Looking back, I know he did what he had to do to survive. Got to say, I was pretty lucky. The home I went to after Bernadette passed wasn’t as bad as some I’d been in as a younger kid. Yeah, I was lonely, desperate for a family who loved me, but it could have been much worse. It was a pretty small home, just ten kids, and our social workers were both good people. Plus,” I sighed. “I had an amazing English teacher at High School, Mr. Delvito. He was the one who recognized my potential and helped me to apply for college scholarships. He and his wife even took me to a couple of the interviews.” I paused to remember how much I owed that man and how disappointed he would have been in me; how disappointed many people would have been in me. As an orphan kid I’d had a decent enough life. I hadn’t been abused or beaten in my state homes like some kids I’d known. As for Bernadette, well
living with her had almost been like having my own mom back. Even when life had dumped me in shit, I’d managed to come up smelling of flowers, until I’d screwed everything up.

  As I contemplated just how badly I’d done that, Daisy took a breath, as though she was going to speak. I needed to get everything out into the open though, so without giving her a chance I continued.

  “Anyways, I reconnected with Cory when I was at college. We both went out of state, but I got my full ride and was determined to make something of my life. I didn’t expect that my quest to do that, to fit in and be a part of the in-crowd meant that he would lose his life.”

  Telling my story was getting harder and harder. I never said these things out loud, and I was able to compartmentalize when I was on my own. I didn’t have to force myself to reflect on my actions. It wasn’t working right now, though, and I hadn’t realized that my breathing had become heavy and my body strung tight until Daisy climbed on my lap and took my face in her hands. “Please breathe, Kade. If it’s too much, then stop.”

  “No. I can’t stop. Don’t you see? I owe it to you. You trusted me.”

  “You don’t owe me anything, and not being able to talk about something so painful doesn’t mean I think you don’t trust me.”

  As always, she was the voice of reason I was starting to rely on to soothe my soul. I knew I was crying when I felt her tiny, soft thumbs sweep under my eyes and wipe the tears away.

  “I got so drunk, so fucked up that I couldn’t get myself home from some irrelevant party. I called Cory and he agreed to come get me. When he was late, I text him and never got a reply.” I was sobbing now, and as Daisy didn’t try to stop me, I knew she understood that I was searching for something cathartic from this moment.

  “I didn’t know Cory had been drinking, too. He was over the limit and was texting my impatient ass back when he got in a car wreck. They told me he died as he was getting in the police car, and it was all my fault. I killed my best friend and sentenced his mom to a life of sadness and loneliness because I got too fucking wasted to sort my own ride home.”

  I didn’t know how long she held me, but Daisy didn’t interrupt my crying, and as I started to calm down, I heard her whisper, “I’m so sorry you suffered like that. I can’t tell you not to blame yourself. Everyone has a cross to bear and only you can decide how heavy that burden is. What happened to Cory is something you need to come to terms with, in the same way you’ve dealt with everything else in your life. That weight will be lifted when the time is right for you. I don’t blame you, though.”

  “But it was my fault.”

  “You weren’t driving the car. Cory was. You didn’t decide to text while driving. Cory did. Actions always have consequences, and in this case, they were devastatingly final.”

  We continued holding each other for a long time.

  For the first time, I was able to seek comfort from someone who didn’t judge me but just accepted that there were reasons for my purgatory. This was Daisy Ingles at her absolute best. Her compassion was off the scale and as much as I needed to feel it, she needed to give it. Her caring for others, that ingrained part of her DNA that drew me to her like a moth to a flame, was devouring my guilt and slowly chipping away at the internal disgust that had been swirling inside me for years.

  Thirty-Five

  Daisy Ingles

  To say that Kade was amazing was like saying Mark Zuckerberg was doing okay for money. He was more than anything I could imagine. He’d made my first real experience of sex beyond anything I could have dreamed. All I wanted to do was stay holed up in his room for the next six weeks and ignore everyone else in the damn mansion, Brody aside, of course.

  The way he’d opened up to me made it all feel so much more special. It was just so sad to think how much he’d suffered growing up. It all made sense now, why he continued to punish himself and stay on the streets, the solace he was desperately seeking by living his life that way, and yet he still signed up with the show to help me to ease the burden on my parents. The distress I felt in my own heart when he cried last night was breaking me down inside, but I knew he needed to say the ugly words that had so clearly shaped his life. I truly didn’t believe that he was to blame for the death of his friend, but those words were empty and meaningless if he wasn’t yet ready to receive them. I wanted him to know that although I couldn’t feel his pain or heartache, I did understand how something that tragic and dark could affect someone so deeply. My mission was to try to show him he wasn’t alone and that I’d be by his side as he worked through his own deep-seated guilt and self-punishment.

  “Hey,” Kade whispered, pulling me against his chest. “You sleep okay?”

  I gave him a sleepy grin and nodded. “Hmm, when we finally got to sleep.”

  Kade hadn’t been a one-time performer, and each performance had been better and better. Was he making up for lost time? But then, how long was his ‘lost time’? He’d been alone in here with someone else only the night before.

  That thought of Jess in here with him soured the beautiful pictures that were flashing through my brain. Had he done all those sexual things with her, too? Had he carried her into the shower and taken her against the cool white tiles while water rained over them? Had he taken her from behind while they watched themselves in the dresser mirror? And worst of all, had he held her in his arms all night, sending her to sleep by stroking her back in gentle circles.

  Unable to stop the vile images invading my headspace, I pushed away from Kade and threw the comforter back. No matter what I’d learned about him last night, it didn’t stop me feeling stupid. He could still have shared his most painful confession with me, but I should have told him straight from the off that nothing could happen between us. But no, I’d let my damn hormones and Kade’s magical penis sway me into doing something I was sure my parents would be ashamed of. The idea of my parents seeing our kiss sent my pulse racing. I just hoped that Kade pinning me against the wall didn’t come across on TV as hot as it felt.

  “Where you going?” Kade asked with a cheeky smile. “I thought we could have a little snuggle time. It’s still early.”

  I glanced over at the silver clock next to the bed. He was right; it wasn’t even seven a.m.

  “I…I should go back to my room,” I said, glancing at the door.

  “Like that?” Kade asked, throwing his legs out of the bed.

  I looked down at myself and realized I was naked. He was pretty familiar with my naked form by now, but I still grabbed a throw from the back of a wing-backed armchair.

  With his brows furrowed, Kade walked towards me, gently pulled the cover away from my body and threw it on top of our clothes that were still piled on the floor.

  “Daisy, sweetheart, please don’t hide from me, especially after everything we shared.” His hands went into my hair, pulling me forward and resting my forehead against his. “Please, tell me what’s wrong. Have you finally seen the light, that I’m tainted by my past?”

  My chin trembled as I looked up at him through my lashes. He was so beautiful. His unruly, dark hair was hanging into his sapphire blue eyes that were full of worry. I was desperate to kiss him, but I had to be strong. I could not let my heart push me into doing something stupid that would ultimately lead to its own demise.

  “No, it’s not that and I don’t want you to think that, but what we did last night was wrong.”

  Kade took a step back, his arms dropping to his sides.

  “No,” he said, shaking his head. “Absolutely everything about last night was right. Every damn bit of it. It was tough and fucking hard, but it was right, and it was perfect.”

  “No,” I whimpered.

  He turned and walked away from me, taking just a couple of strides before turning around and storming back to me.

  “How can you say that?” he demanded. “Tell me, Daisy. How the fuck can you say that?”

  “Because you were with Jess only the night before. She was in here!” I wailed, wrappi
ng my arms tightly around my waist.

  “You know the rules, Daisy. You know what I have to do. I have to pick a girl.”

  “So, is that what I am, just another pick?” My question was anguished, and I wasn’t sure I wanted the answer.

  “No, you know you’re not. If I could have you in this damn room every fucking night, I would do.”

  “But you can’t, can you?” I cried around the lump in my throat. “And you and I both know that Meredith will never allow you to pick me again.”

  “She can’t fucking stop me,” Kade growled. “I’ll walk and she knows it. There is nothing she can say that would make me do or think anything differently.”

  “You can’t.” I gasped, shaking my head furiously. “This is your chance at a future, Kade. You can’t walk and be left with nothing.”

  “I wouldn’t leave with nothing. That’s the point. I’d have you.”

  His words cut straight to my heart, filling it with warmth and tenderness. Maybe I was being a fool, but I believed him. He would leave this house for me. He was unbending

  He laid a hand on my shoulder, his eyes pleading with me. “Please, Daisy. Believe me and stay in this room with me. Let’s forget everyone else for just a little while.”

  He truly believed his own words, I was sure, but there was still the fact that I wasn’t the first girl he’d had in here. I trusted that he wouldn’t give any future girls the same sort of night he’d given to me. I believed him to be an honorable man, but Jess had been here before me.

  I opened my mouth to ask him if he’d slept with her, whether she’d cried out his name when he’d brought her to orgasm, but I just didn’t have it in me. Call me a stupid fool, but I didn’t want to know. The pain of finding out the truth would be too excruciating. I was a coward and preferred to live under a cloud of ignorance than have my heart ripped to shreds.