“Lick all the way from the bottom to the top.” She groans.
I do as she says and look up at the same time. Our eyes lock.
I will ingrain this memory in my cerebrum forever. There is absolutely nothing hotter on this planet or in history than watching Kelsey watch me eat her sweet pussy.
Her bottom lip is pulled up in between her teeth, and her eyes are hazy. “Use your fingers at the same time,” she whispers.
I insert a finger again, careful to go slowly and gauge her reaction. I bend down and slide my tongue across her hardened nub at the same time. The groan that comes out of Kelsey assures me I must be doing something right. I keep at it, adding another finger, moving them in a sensual rhythm with my tongue until she’s squirming so hard her hips are bucking into my chin.
“Oh my God, I’m going to …”
She gives me no other warning before her entire body spasms and then starts shaking uncontrollably. I keep my fingers pumping into her tight heat but lift my face. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful. Kelsey is usually at peace with her body. But this? She’s the definition of bliss, complete and utter happiness. It looks like all the stars, moons, and galaxies are shining through her form. If all I did for the rest of my life was look at her exactly like this, I’d die a happy man.
Kelsey gives a sexy little giggle as she comes down from the high.
“God that was good!” She gives a little yelp, stretching out like a lazy cat.
I flop down next to her, smiling. I’m so exhausted from giving my first orgasm, but so amped up at the same time. My dick feels like it’s as heavy as a ton of bricks. The engorged head is red and angry-looking. I need relief.
“That was … so hot. You were incredible.”
Kelsey smiles at me with her hazy eyes.
“I know you, uh, came. Are you still okay with, you know …”
She puts her hand on my chest. My skin sparks just from the little contact. “Clint. That’s why I’m here, you don’t have to ask. I got mine, now you get yours.”
Pulling at my shoulders until I’m on top of her and rubbing in the valley of heaven between her legs.
“Get a condom,” she whispers in my ear.
I stop my movement and stutter for a minute. Condoms. Right. Those things people who have frequent sex use. People who aren’t me.
Kelsey smiles at me. “You don’t have them, huh?”
I think another moment, and then I’m flying off the bed and rifling through my closet. “I know my pop bought me some when I came to school freshman year … if I could just …”
I yank a crumpled box free of the clutter at the bottom of my closet and hold it up in victory.
Kelsey has the silliest smile on her face. “Thanks, Pop. For getting us laid.”
“Ew, please never say that again.” I hurl myself onto the bed and fumble with the box.
“Let me.” She slices the cardboard open with her nail. I didn’t realize I was jiggling my leg, antsy as all get out to have sex. With Kelsey. Here in my bed.
She tears one foil pack open and pulls out the little rubber circle. Straddling my waist, I have an amazing view of her petite, creamy figure as she rolls the material over my tip. I grunt; it feels so good. I can’t imagine what it will feel like to actually be inside of her.
“All set, big boy.” Kelsey flops back down, wiggling her eyebrows. I think this is my cue to get on top of her. Inside of her. I’m suddenly nervous again. But the nerves are drowned out by the basic, primal instinct to stick my dick into this beautiful, amazing girl.
I part her legs with my knees to make room for my giant thighs in between them. Kelsey wraps her arms around my neck and slim legs around my waist, guiding my body into hers. I keep eye contact the entire time. She has that damn minxy smile on her face, and I see the sparkle in those beautiful hazel eyes. Jesus, all of this is so overwhelming.
And then the blunt head of my cock pushes through her slick, hot folds and against her walls and I black out. I really do. I think I might have died.
I choke out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding and try to focus on Kelsey’s eyes.
“Breathe, rookie.” She chuckles and digs her fingernails down my back. I literally growl like a rabid wolf.
“Jesus in heaven. This is the best thing I’ve ever felt.”
I pull out, dragging over the tight confines of her walls, and push slowly back in. Jolts of electricity ping all along my spine and finish with a zap to my balls. I know I won’t last more than a minute.
Kelsey gives a little moan as I drag in and out again. And again.
We are staring each other down, her always wearing that little smile. She looks in awe. I’m sure I look frantic. I’m so wound up that it feels like my body is about to shatter into a thousand pieces.
“Go hard, Clint. You won’t hurt me. Fuck me.”
Her dirty words open up the beast inside of me. I start slamming into her, the sound of skin slapping skin the only thing that can be heard besides our moans and growls. I grip the back of Kelsey’s neck and reach my other arm under her. Grabbing her ass, I hold her in place as I pound her. All I smell is sex. All I feel is Kelsey.
And then she digs her nails into the globes of my ass and I come so hard I nearly have a seizure. I can’t breathe for what feels like minutes. My dick is throbbing and pulsing, sending tiny erotic sizzles through my body.
Kelsey’s voice is muted in my ears, which are ringing.
“Huh?” I nearly choke out.
“I said, so how was your first time?”
I grunt and laugh, pushing up on my arms. “Fucking incredible.”
I bend down to place a quick peck on her lips. She looks ridiculously sexy below me. Like a sexed up fairy. “Well, glad I could be of service.”
Kelsey pushes on my chest, rolling me over and causing me to pull out of her. The loss of her body on me tears a hole in a ventricle of my heart.
“Did you … um …”
“Come? No. But thank you for taking care of me before.” She winks at me. “We’ll work up to it, though. You have so much more to learn.”
She sits up and grabs her jeans from the floor.
“What are you doing?” I reach for her and hook my big arm around her small waist. She wrestles free of me.
“I don’t do sleepovers.” Then she tilts her head to the side as she zips up her jeans. “Unless I’m super drunk. Thanks, buddy.”
She waggles her eyebrows at me, blows me a kiss and is out the door before I can protest.
I flop back, annoyed that she won’t stay. I don’t think I’m going to be a one-time guy. Especially with her. I want to hold her all night, maybe even have a round two. But that’s what I just agreed to. No strings attached. I fall into an exhausted sleep, tired from losing my virginity and weary of what I’ve gotten myself into.
6
Kelsey
Someone slams the front door and I’m jostled out of my very nice, very sexy dream. I was peacefully sleeping, loops of Clint over me playing in my brain when some asshole has the nerve to wake the whole house up at—I lean over to check my clock—ten a.m. Okay, so it’s not the buttcrack of dawn. But a girl needs her beauty rest.
I stretch my arms above my head and wiggle my hips, getting out all the cracks from my back, toes, and shoulders. I’m still not completely used to sleeping on a comfy bed, in a well air-conditioned house.
Part of me longs for Africa. The way it’s quiet but never silent. The bugs going at all hours, the rustle of the desert. The smell of nature, pure and untouched wafting into the tent walls. I even miss the sweltering heat.
But part of me knows I can never go back there and have it be the same again. A pang of hurt ricochets through my heart, tearing the hole just a little wider.
Clint. That’s a whole other subject that has left my heart feeling confused.
Why is my heart even a factor in the Clint situation? I have no idea. It has never been before. I am going to tell myself it�
��s because we were best buddies before we became fuck buddies.
But the way he looked at me last night? Those haunting eyes floating above me. Their color as clear and blue as the sky right after a rainstorm. And the way he put my needs first.
No one has ever done that. Not so unselfishly as Clint had. He actually stopped me from sucking him off and insisted on me having an orgasm. Talk about a rare gem. I love a guy who volunteers to give me head. And finishes the job no less. Not that I am looking for a rare gem. Which is why this is screwing me up.
I just want to hook up with him. I don’t also want to like him. But I already liked him before he put his dick in me.
Shaking my head, I wash all the thoughts from my brain. Why am I even thinking about feelings toward boys? For Clint? Fuck that.
A knock comes on my door just as I pull what smells like a clean tank top over my head. “’Sup?” I yell at the white-washed wood.
Minka stands behind the half-open door. “Are you just getting up, or just getting home?”
I smile at her slutty joke. “Har, har. Bitch.”
“No really? How did you get home? I didn’t even see you after we bought beers at Sammy’s. Do you know if Clint is home too because we couldn’t find him …”
My best friend trails off as it becomes clearly evident just how and with whom Clint and I got home last night. “Kelsey Ann, you didn’t!”
I choose to ignore the bossy Minka-mommy invading my space and instead tie my short locks up in a high ponytail. The hairdo sends my flaming locks every which way on top of my head.
“Seriously? You did it even after I told you not to? Are you fucking crazy or just out to ruin that boy’s life?”
I whip around. “Who the fuck spit in your Cheerios this morning? I’m not ruining anyone’s life, you anal retentive. We happened to have sex. Great sex. I’m sure Clint rather enjoyed it if you want to go ask him. Now … did you need to yell at me some more or were you done because I’m headed to the preservation.”
I sling my canvas tote around my neck and grab my car keys.
Minka’s voice was low when she spoke. “I’m sorry, Kels. I don’t mean to yell. But believe me when I tell you, I’m not overreacting. Clint is not like these other douche heads you fool around with. And I’m pretty sure he’s in love with you. And while that makes me very happy, because you’re an amazing girl who deserves that, especially from someone like him, I don’t think you want it. In fact, I know you plan to keep it as casual as possible. And so as Clint’s friend too, I’m telling you now, from the get-go, that I don’t approve of this.”
Her face is so serious, I can’t help but snort laugh like some ugly hog. “Do you hear yourself when you give these little lectures? Seriously, Minks. You kill me.”
Stalking out my room as to get away from The Grim Reaper of Maturity, I slam full force into a naked set of rock-hard abs.
Backing up, Clint stares me dead in the face. We stand, unblinking for several moments before Owen and Parker look back from their places on the couch.
“What’s going on?” Parker snarls as he clicks through the sports channels.
I’ve managed to get in good with everyone in the group even with the year I was MIA in Africa. Everyone except for Parker. He loathes me, and that is an understatement. No matter what lengths I go to, how much I flirt or try to act like his wingwoman, he wants nothing to do with me.
“Just need a smoke!” I squeak at the same time Clint says, “You look pretty today.”
Everyone, including me, snaps their eyes to Clint. There are still droplets of water stuck to his long black eyelashes after his shower that now hoods those mesmerizing pools of turquoise. He looks utterly delicious. I want to coat that long, lean eight-pack in syrup and eat him for breakfast.
And that’s when I notice everyone is staring at me stare at Clint like he is an adult-sized vibrator. “Uh … thanks. I gotta go.”
I sprint so fast out of the front door, you would have thought my roommates were chasing me with pitchforks.
If no one suspected we went home together last night, they definitely do now. Fucking great.
* * *
Most rich kids whose parents own preservations just pose for the photo ops. They hold a cute baby sloth or ride an elephant for a commercial. They can’t be bothered to actually care about the animals or their wellbeing. I’ve known and hung around with plenty of them in my days on the circuit.
Most rich kids are not me. Case in point. I have my hand halfway up a zebra’s ass helping her birth her foal.
“It’s okay, good girl. You’re doing great,” Jackson soothes her, brushing her mane and face.
The mother, Zahara, whinnies and tries to move away from the pain, shifting on the ground and kicking her hoofs against me. I am ready for that though. She’s been doing it for the last half hour.
“I have to turn him. He’s not budging. If I can just …” I reached my gloved hand inside, feeling the foal’s features and trying to adjust him. She’s having one of the most difficult births I’ve seen, and all I want to do is end her pain.
“There!” I’ adjusted the baby enough and begin to pull. “You gotta push for me, Zahara. Come on, big momma, it’s almost done.”
As if hearing the words “almost done,” the zebra contracts all of her muscles and begins to push the foal out. She’s crying in pain, some of the most disturbing sounds I’ve ever heard come out of an animal.
“That’s it, girl, almost there!” I can feel the tears splashing down my cheeks. These moments are precious, wholly natural and completely amazing. Into this screwed up, crazy-ass world came this beautiful, unblemished baby. And for these precious moments, they are perfect.
The baby is now almost fully out, and with one last grunt from mama, he comes bucking out.
“Thatta girl! Good job, mama. Grant, take the foal,” Jackson begins barking orders to the staff, who have come to clean and check the baby. Another one swoops in to check out Zahara.
I back away, basking in the miracle that has just taken place. Stripping off the dirty gloves and throwing them in the industrial sink, I slide down a nearby pole, plopping down in the dirt.
“You done good, Dr. Doolittle.” Jackson nears me, grinning like a fool.
“Only with your direction, thanks for letting me take over.”
I’m not a vet and I don’t have any sort of license. Jackson always risks a lot when he lets me handle a birth, or any medical issue with the animals, for that matter. But I don’t need books and a piece of paper to know how to handle animals. How to take care of them. I understand their pain and their needs almost as much as I know my own.
Standing and walking to where my shoulder bag rests on a table, I pull my Marlboro Lights out and searched around for my lighter.
“Hey, none of that in here! And you know those things will kill you, right?” Jackson scolds me and I giggle.
I flick the lighter anyway, relishing the sound and the way the cigarette crackles when I burn it. I inhale my first puff, and instantly the nicotine shoots through my veins. God, yes. If you’ve never had a smoke after sex, or birthing a baby zebra, you’re missing out.
“Yeah, yeah. Get in line. There are plenty of people already kicking my ass for it.”
“I’m serious, Mother Nature. You have to stop living like Death will never reach you. I love you for your free spirit, kid, but you can’t keep running from your demons.”
His words hit my stomach and make it drop. “I don’t have any demons, Jackson. If I did, I would kick those assholes in the face.”
“What happened in Africa, Kelsey?”
The cigarette is halfway to my lips when he speaks, and I freeze with my fingers in midair. “Nothing.” I try to play it off nonchalantly as I avert my eyes to whatever is happening in the distance.
Jackson is silent a few more minutes. We look off into the horizon, where the pink and orange sun is slowly setting. I didn’t even realize I’ve been here the entire day. B
ut it has kept my mind off Clint.
“You know you can always talk to me, right? I’m here for you. And if you don’t want to, that’s okay. But don’t lie to me. I know when something is bothering you. I held you in my arms as a little baby. I know what makes you tick. And since you came running on back here four months early from Tanzania, you haven’t been the same. Does it have something to do with your parents?”
Inhaling the bitter smoke, I can feel the burn and crackle as it slides down my throat.
“Because I’ve known them a long time. And I’m sure there are things you know, and things you don’t. And it’s not my place to tell you them. But you can’t settle for a half-truth and run scared from the rest of the story.”
Jackson’s words reverberate in my skull. Am I running? I’ve convinced myself, and everyone else, that I am the toughest cookie in the batch. But maybe my facade is crumbling. I stay silent.
“If you ever want to talk, I’m here. Love you, kid.” He walks away slowly, kicking the dirt with his scuffed up boots.
I need to pull myself out of the funk I’ve been in. Jeez. Everyone around here is getting a little too serious for my taste. It’s definitely time to call in the crazy and get a little loose.
7
Clint
Unlatching my catching gear and hanging it up at the end of the day has become somewhat of a ritual for me. First, I unstrap the goalie-style mask from around my head, cracking my neck and jaw for the first time in hours.
Next comes the chest protector and hand extension. That thing has saved me from life-ending injuries more than a couple of times. Especially my second year on Grover’s team, when one of Owen’s ninety-five-mile-per-hour pitches went rogue and beaned me between my first and second ribs on the left side.
My legs are then freed from the knee savers. Too many catchers over the years have worn down their ligaments, causing tearing and in a lot of cases, knee replacements. I want to be able to play for as long as I can, not to mention walk as an old man.
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