Mmm. Just thinking about that adorable gleaming smile, so wide, it’s contagious. It makes me smile.
Being in these sweatpants, however, I realize I’m no match for him. He likely approached me because I was wearing a lot of makeup with my hair doused in a million different chemicals to make it shine. Not to mention...
The dress.
I consider where it might be. It’s covered with Kevin, but that doesn’t mean I can’t still put it on and walk out. I was supposed to be gone by now. It’s clear he’s not happy with me being here.
I get up from the sofa and walk into his room, into his closet.
“Where are you going?” I hear him get up from behind me.
I don’t answer and instead, head towards Kevin’s dirty laundry in the corner. I’m amazed that I know every inch of his apartment by now and it’s been less than twenty-four hours since I first arrived here. I dig through his dirty clothes.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
I find my dress at the very bottom—strange that it’s all the way down there—and I pull my dress free.
Kevin snatches the dress from my hands.
“Hey!” I snap. “Give that back.”
Kevin puts the dress behind him and blocks my hands as I try to reach for it. “What do you need this for?”
“I’m leaving.”
“What?” He grimaces. “Why? I made you dinner and everything. I even made you a cherry cheesecake. You said you’d stay.”
He did make me a cherry cheesecake, which looks fabulous but we have yet to eat because it’s still chilling in the refrigerator.
I take a breath and remember why I went home with Kevin in the first place. “Kevin,” I look him straight in the eyes, “this was a nice little experiment but it’s over. You clearly don’t think I’m as sexy as I appeared last night and—”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” He’s practically yelling, putting his hands out. “You’re sexier today—now—than you were.”
“Well, I don’t feel sexy. I feel the opposite.”
I don’t know why I just admitted this to him or why I would think he even cares. He has a treasure box of trinkets left from at least a hundred sexy women.
“Damn it,” he rubs his forehead. “I knew I should have brought you back some clothes instead of returning them all.”
“No.” I rub my forehead as well. “That’s not what I meant.”
“Then tell me what you mean, Lee, because I want you to feel sexy. I want you to feel good. I want to make love to you tonight. I want you to wake up in the morning believing it was the best night—” He pauses with a bat of his pretty lashes and a soft mutter, “Best night of your life.”
“Then why do you keep looking at me like you’re disappointed?”
He cocks his head back seemingly bewildered. “I’m not disappointed.”
“Yes, you are. I look like a frump in your clothes. Ever since I came out of your room with these sweatpants on—”
He laughs aloud, chuckling up into the ceiling and crossing his arms until he gets serious, planting his face close and directly in front of mine. “Listen. Before you decided to wear those damn pants, I could see your crack running the full length from your front to your back, especially whenever you’d bend over. Those fucking pants have robbed me of my view.”
“Oh,” I dip my head.
“But that’s not the only reason I’m upset, Lee. You’re fucking beautiful. Stop threatening to leave every chance you get. At least, not until you get what you came for. A girl as beautiful as you deserves what she wants. Tell me you still want what you picked me for.”
Kevin still smells like the cologne he sprayed on himself earlier and the fact he called me beautiful admittedly makes me want to be head-locked in his arm again so I can sniff him some more. “I still want it,” I admit.
“Good.” Kevin tosses the dress between his hands before he throws it to the top shelf in his closet. He grabs my hips, twirling me around to smack my butt and pushes me towards the living room. “Now, get your ass on the couch and I’ll cut you some cheesecake.”
Get my ass on the couch? How is it that he makes being bossy seem sweet?
As I head back to the sofa, I wonder what my father would think if he knew I was allowing someone to talk to me like that. I wonder why I’m so turned on when Kevin talks to me like that.
I wait on the couch, watching the movie but not really watching the movie, as Kevin cuts me some cheesecake. There’s a silence filling the space of Kevin’s apartment that seems louder than the conversation between actors coming through the television speakers. I’m focused on trying to listen in on Kevin behind me in the kitchen. Electricity is channeling its way about the room and the second Kevin pops around the couch in front of me, my breathing picks up with little shocks of enticement.
Kevin sits down right next to me with a plate of cherry cheesecake in one hand and a fork in the other. He stabs the cake with the fork and puts the utensil’s tip to my lips.
“Bite,” he says.
We maintain eye contact as I open my mouth but when my lips close around the fork, Kevin’s eyes drift downward to glower at my chewing mouth. A tart cherry pops between my teeth and some of the pie filling drips out of the sides.
I attempt to wipe the drizzle with my fingers but Kevin beats me to it with his thumb. His sticks his tongue out slightly before he sticks his thumb in his mouth to suck the pie filling away. I notice the space between my thighs seems to be oozing and I accidentally let out a whimper as Kevin withdraws his thumb from between his lips, making a sucking pop sound.
“Chew your food, Lee,” he commands.
I blink, chewing. I hadn’t noticed I stopped.
“Here.” He passes me the plate and fork.
I take it reluctantly. I want him to keep feeding me.
Piercing through the cherry glaze, my teeth sink into the firm, sugary, creamy cheese. Kevin gets off the couch to plop himself before me. Kneeling, he lifts my shirt to tug at the waistline to his sweatpants hanging at my waist.
The pants are nearly off my ass when Kevin stops to grin devilishly at me. “Eat your cheesecake, Lee.”
I chew. Again, I didn’t realize I’d stopped, and when my pants come down my legs to be free from my feet, my knees are quickly spread.
I let out a gasp as Kevin’s shoulders plunge towards my hips and his tongue licks up my center. Swallowing the cherry and cheese, I drop the cheesecake and fork as he grinds me with his tongue. He growls with the sight of cherry topping that will likely stain his blue cushions. But he doesn’t stop. He pulls behind my knees, tugging. My body falls lower on the couch towards him, my knees spreading even wider.
My hands run through his hair. The feathery feel of his soft strands between my fingers and the wet, firm pressure of his working tongue in my crease makes my heart ache a little. Once Kevin and I have sex, this thing we have going on between us will be over. I decide to really enjoy this. Who knows if, or when, I’ll ever be able to experience this again. I relax into the couch.
He pauses. “You like this, Lee?”
“Mmm, yes,” I blush and he smiles before he dips his slippery face back between my folds.
There’s a knock on the door.
Kevin leans up.
The knock is repeated. “Ke-vin,” sings a woman’s voice.
“Damn,” he says, scrolling his palm down his face to wipe his drool away. “Baby, I’ll be right back. Stay here.”
Kevin pushes on my knees to help himself up as I pull down his shirt I’m wearing to cover myself. I turn around to watch him open the door. He doesn’t open it all the way, only enough to peep his head out.
“What are you doing here?” he asks whoever’s there.
“I didn’t hear from you. You said you’d call me today,” says a woman, who I’m guessing might have more than one trinket sitting in Kevin’s treasure box. “Can I come in?”
Kevin leans his shoulders out the doo
r, opening the door slightly wider. “No, I’m sorry, I’m busy. You should’ve waited for my call.”
Waited for his call? Jeez, women wait for Kevin to call them?
I’m curious to see what this woman looks like, so I turn my body completely around, popping my head over the back end of the couch.
I see her.
She sees me.
And she forcefully pushes the door open, slipping past Kevin.
“Hey!” he snaps with his hands up.
“Is that why you didn’t call me?” The woman with long bouncing caramel curls, wearing a short, fitted, off-the-shoulder button-up red dress atop wooden heels with thick red straps points at me angrily.
She’s beautiful. Red Dress is as beautiful as Purple Dress from last night.
Kevin rakes his hands through his hair. “I said I might call you and since I didn’t, I need you to leave.”
He props his hand up to show her out but instead of leaving, her eyes narrow. She studies me, flicking her beautiful long shiny curls before she puts her hands on her waist and twists a bit like she’s challenging me with a sexy sway of her body plus a pop out of her chest.
I look down at the wrinkly, oversized tee I’m wearing that now has cherry filling drizzled embarrassingly down the front. I pull at my hair, bringing some of the strands forward to cover my shirt, attempting to hide the stains, and I notice how my hair is no longer smooth as it was last night. It’s back to its normal wave but with a bit more frizz at the ends, because I had to use Kevin’s 2-in-1 shampoo.
I don’t understand why I feel so self-conscious at the moment. I shouldn’t. My breasts are as big as hers and as big as Purple Dress’s.
A thought enters my mind.
The one thing Kevin is attracted to, which Purple Dress, Red Dress, and I all have in common is big breasts.
I feel sick. I don’t stand a chance against Red Dress or Purple Dress. Not that I’d ever compete anyway. With regards to boobs, I’m a born loser. The corners of my mouth sink down as the smile on Red Dress quirks up.
She steps into him, wrapping her arms around his waist and batting her eyes at me and then at him. She rolls her tongue in a circle along her blood red lips. “I’d be into a threesome.”
What!
Kevin’s eyes widen at Red Dress and he cocks his head back with surprise, grabbing her arms. But he doesn’t push her off. He squeezes, tipping his head down, staring into her eyes. It’s as if he’s in shock, his mind trying to digest what Red Dress just said.
My mouth is open. I’m in a similar state of shock. Did she really propose a threesome? I do not do threesomes. I’ve barely engaged in any twosomes, and two is plenty of somes for me. I would suspect—surely—Kevin would assume this. But his head swivels in my direction, his eyes blinking repeatedly with...
Hope? Is he hoping I might consider having a threesome?
Bile comes up from the back of my throat and I jump off the sofa. “I think I’m going to vomit.”
Marching to the restroom, I hear Kevin and Red Dress arguing. I lean over the sink and the front door slams shut. I turn on the faucet and splash some cool water on my face. My eyes are closed, but I sense Kevin’s presence approach behind me.
“Lee, I’m really sorry.”
I shrug my shoulders, wiping my face and opening my eyes to look him in the mirror. “You have nothing to be sorry about. Can you take me to Delaney’s now?”
“Fuck. Lee, c’mon.” He rubs his jaw. “We were having a good time on the couch a minute ago.” Kevin runs his fingers through my hair across the back of my head.
I dip my chin despite the gooseflesh rising with his touch. “I can’t believe you were considering it.”
“Considering what?”
I tilt my head up, my beady eyes scowling, my teeth gritting. “A threesome.”
He chuckles to himself, gripping my elbow and pulling me to turn around to face him. Cupping my cheeks, his eyes beam into mine. “I know you’re not the kind of girl that would be into a threesome.” He strokes the top of my head. It puts me in a state of relief until he continues. “But a man can dream, can’t he?”
My mouth gawks open and I slap him across his pecks. He laughs, so I swat him again over his bicep. Kevin’s hand shoots into my side and he tickles me.
I squeal! Although, I’m a little irritated with myself for laughing so hard, squirming in delight, after what I saw of Kevin—leaving that other woman hanging.
It’s sad really. He probably broke her heart and it’s shameful that I’m joyous of her heartbreak. I’m ridiculously happy to have him all to myself again. Kevin could’ve chosen to keep either one of us and he picked me—the girl that does not do threesomes.
“Stop!” I cry out against Kevin’s tickling, poking fingers.
He loosens his prodding hands as his brows lift. “You really want me to stop?”
“Yes,” I say in a serious tone, though my cheeks are plumping because my mouth wants to keep smiling.
Kevin cups my face again. “Do you still feel ill?”
I was nauseous earlier when the idea of sharing Kevin simultaneously with someone else struck my brain, but I’m better now. Except...
I’m still curious. “Why do you treat women so poorly?”
Kevin flinches, his face turning instantly sour. “Wah-What?”
“Why do you have sex with so many women?”
“Oh fuck.” He rolls his eyes. “Not you, too.” I can’t believe Kevin turns his back to me and walks out.
I stand in the bathroom for a minute. He’s left me. He didn’t even answer my question. I step out looking for him and he’s made his way near the closet. He’s messing with his shirts over the ironing board like he’s about to iron them.
“Kevin?”
“What?” he growls.
“I asked you a question and you didn’t answer. What’s your problem?”
“I don’t have a problem, Lee. But I do have enough experience with women to know you’re trying to create a problem...” He rolls and pitches a shirt—slam dunk—into his hamper. “With me.”
“I’m not trying to create any problems.”
“Yes, you are. You’re like all those other chicks. The second you get dick, you think you own it.”
I squint. “That’s not true.”
He fumbles with another shirt in his hands and slams that one down, too, on the ironing board. “Yes, it is! You’re all the same. I bring you home for one night, show you a good time, and then you want a commitment. It’s the same thing every time.”
“Why are you so afraid to commit?” I genuinely want to know!
Kevin’s gorgeous. He can clearly take care of himself. He’s a creative with an interesting job. Plus he cooks. Irons. Eats pussy. With skill. He’d make a wonderful boyfriend, fiancé, husband.
Kevin chortles. “You see? You’re exactly like the rest, so I’ll tell you what I tell all of the others.” He bows his head before he looks up to me, his chest out and his chin raised. “I had a wonderful childhood. My parents were awesome and to this day remain shamelessly in love. No one’s ever broken my heart and I have no wicked memories or a horrible past. I like sex and I don’t believe there’s anything wrong with keeping sex casual. I’ve been in a few relationships that lasted, at most, a few months but I hardly felt anything while I was involved or when it ended. I don’t believe I’m afraid of commitment as I’ve never cheated on anyone whenever I promised our relationship would be exclusive. Do I want what my parents have? Of course. We all do. I would love to be in a deep and loving relationship with someone who loves me equally and as passionately as I believe I can love. But I’ve yet to feel any of that.”
My heart beats heavily. If Kevin gives this speech to every girl he sleeps with, then this is the reason they leave pieces of themselves behind or come knocking on his door after they’ve slept with him. They’re all hoping Kevin will pick them, because he’s perfect. Every girl that comes here hopes she will be the one to win a co
mmitment from the guy who says he knows what love is, what passion is, and promises to deliver shamelessly an equally deep and loving relationship without ever cheating.
My breath hitches. I think I’m turning into one of these women. It’s been one day and I’m already falling for Kevin. But luckily, there are differences between the others and me.
I have yet to sleep with him and I don’t want a commitment because I can’t commit.
I cross my arms. “It upsets me that you think I’m like the rest.”
He huffs, shaking his head. “I don’t mean to sound harsh. It just feels like whenever I’m with a woman for more than a day or two she’s already fishing for exclusivity—a relationship.”
“Well, believe me, Kevin, I have no intention of being in a relationship with you. In fact, not being in a relationship is the whole reason I came home with you. I came to get laid. And I hate to tell you this, but I know you’re not relationship material because you’re a liar. Last night, you said you were the one. You told me to stop looking because you were going to give me more than what I was looking for and so far...” I flash him a big fat zero. “I got zilch, so don’t compare me to all the other women you bring here because you know damn well, I’m nothing like them.”
Kevin’s eyes get beady. I think I’ve upset him. He swivels his head from one side to the other, his eyes wandering up and down the length of my body as if he’s contemplating something and he grips the shirt he’s wearing, pulling it up and off his head. His eyes beam, blazing into mine. “Get in the bed.”
My heart palpates and my knees lock together.
Kevin reaches for the button of his pants, pulls, and unzips his fly. “Did you hear what I said, Lee?”
I bite my bottom lip, nodding. My legs are still locked and stiff.
Kevin drops his pants and then boxers, kicking them aside. He grabs his length, which is getting hard, and my legs go soft, getting weak.
“Lee,” he growls and grits his teeth. “Get. Your. Ass. In. The. Fucking. Bed.”
I’m slow to move, but my feet manage to take a few steps. When my legs land flush against the side of the mattress, I pause. Last night, the idea of having a one-night stand seemed like no big deal, like it was a cool thing to do, but the heat in this room is making me sweat.
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