“What are you laughing about? You’ve been so weird lately.” Brooklyn said.
I thought about everything that had happened lately. I couldn’t tell B about any of it. The problem was even worse than that; when she did find out that I had slept with her brother, she wouldn’t forgive me for not telling her when it happened. I didn’t know how she would forgive me for keeping something like that from her.
“I’ve just had a lot on my mind.” I tried to say as nonchalantly as possible.
“Yeah, a lot that you won’t talk to me about.” She muttered and then drank some of her hot tea.
“Back to the birthday talk,” I said.
“That’s right. You’re turning eighteen. Anything special? Big party?” Ryan asked.
“I want her to have a party, but she’s doesn’t want to do it big.”
“Oh—the bigger, the better. Right, Chloe?” Ryan said and winked at me.
Brooklyn laughed uncomfortably. She wouldn’t come right out and say ‘Chloe wouldn’t know anything about the bigger, the better. We’re both still virgins.’ But I saw it on her face—she was starting to put the clues together.
I cleared my throat, “Maybe we could do something fun—just the two of us.” I didn’t want to get too invested in some wild party. I’m just not that person but put a book store in my path, and I could charge the crap out of the credit card my parents gave me. It’s really the only thing left that I let them help me buy. Books are expensive. I’d be broke in no time if I had to manage my addiction on my own. Again, laughing at myself, because there could be worse things to be addicted to.
Brooklyn clapped her hands together with a giggle, “let’s go to my parents' cabin. It’s the perfect place. Warm lake water and complete solitude.”
The lake house. Gosh, I hadn’t been there in years. I think the last time I was invited up I had just turned fourteen and gotten a spectacular crimson bikini to show off the new feminine curves I got that very summer. But then Nix never came to the lake house those two weeks during the summer. However, he was photographed with six different blondes in the tabloids. I was angry that summer that he wouldn’t get to see how I filled out my bikini. And he never did. The next time he would notice me was last summer when I was completely bared to him. I felt the heat rise in my cheeks.
“The lake sounds great.”
“Well, you do the lake house for your birthday. I’m throwing you a party before you go.” Ryan said with his flirtatious smirk.
“A party?” Brooklyn was so intrigued.
“Yeah, my parents are hippies, remember? They would love to have a bunch of teenagers in their house.” Ryan said laughing. “It’s going to be one hell of a party. Invite whoever you want.”
“Chloe!” Brooklyn clapped her hands together again. “That’s exactly what you need. A night out to party.”
“I doubt that,” I muttered, but Ryan and Brooklyn were already going on about party preparations. I rolled my eyes and fell into my own thoughts about how to spend time with the one person I couldn’t wait to see. Even if it wouldn’t be tonight. But I would watch the game and wish that I could be there for him.
After coffee with Brooklyn and Ryan, Brooklyn invited him back to her house. I was relieved Nix wouldn’t be home tonight. Ryan and Nix didn’t see eye to eye very well, and I would be afraid of what could come out of Ryan’s mouth around Nix. They both seemed to be a little hot under the collar. That would be just perfect. It wouldn’t take much for Nix to spill everything just to take possession. Possession. He wants me like I’m his and only his. And I am. My mind went to the little moments we got to spend together.
“Hey, where’d you go?” Brooklyn asked bringing me out of my Nix-coma.
“Nowhere. Just thinking about my birthday. I can’t believe I’ll be eighteen.” The truth, but not the whole truth. Eighteen, the moment I turn eighteen I can be with Nix without hiding. I can tell Brooklyn everything. I hope she doesn’t hate me for falling for her brother and not telling her. That might just be worse. Will she end up hating me?
“Well, come back from nowhere and be here. We’re making plans.” Brooklyn said as if I was betraying her while I thought about my future.
I looked up, and she’s got her look—the one where she’s trying to tell me something—but I’ve got nothing. Her eyes keep darting from me to Ryan, and I look over at Ryan. He’s just smiling. It was starting to get creepy. I looked back to Brooklyn. She’s smiling. Almost the same as Ryan. Her eyes dart one more time.
And then the worst thing that could possibly happen happens—the door opens, and Nix comes in stomping his feet like he was in the worst mood possible. The door slammed, and he was growling while mumbling something under his breath.
“Jeez! What’s wrong?” Brooklyn said taking the words right out of my mouth, mainly because I can’t even speak. I’m terrified. Not of him but of the fact that Ryan, a guy I know he doesn’t like, is sitting right across from me.
“Some fucking asshole t-boned my truck on the way to practice.” His heavy steps came closer, and I looked to Ryan. He’s still wanting to deal with the wrath of Nix. “My truck is totaled. And the fucking guy figured out who I was and blamed the whole thing on me, telling the officer that he’s going to sue me, and then asked for my fucking autograph!”
I wince. Even I know how much that would piss off anyone, but Nix is one of those guys who puts his body on the line everything he gets on the ice and that asshole just wants money. My heart is reeling for him, and I can’t do anything to help him. I can’t go to him and give him comfort. I want to do that. I want to be in his arms. Make sure he’s all right.
“Oh my God, Nix!” Brooklyn squeals, “are you all right?”
The family room finally comes into view for Nix, and he stops mid-step and glares at Ryan. I mean really glares at Ryan. I squirm uncomfortably.
“What the fuck is he doing here?” It sounded like a growl.
I stiffened and couldn’t meet his eyes.
With a snappy tone, Brooklyn said, “Ryan,” she said emphasizing his name, “is here to help plan Chloe’s birthday.”
Nix’s face shot to mine. There’s no change in his expression, but his eyes are saying everything. Are you going to celebrate your birthday with him? I wanted to spend the day with you. You are mine. I liked how he finished our silent conversation up.
I cleared my throat, “Brooklyn wants to go to your family’s cabin, but also wanted to get a bunch of our peers together to bump and grind on each other.” I said with so much sarcasm I knew how he would take it. It would get shut down so quickly, and then I wouldn’t have to worry about it.
Brooklyn shot me a dirty look and then snapped, “we’re not going to bump and grind,” she used air quotes to show that I wasn’t being serious. “Ryan just said that he could have a small party at his house before we do the cabin thing. You know something simple.” She shrugs it off as if it’s not a big deal. Just to be clear, she wanted it to be a big deal.
Chapter 18
All I Want To Do Is Pucking Love On Her
Nix
I walked in from one of the roughest days I’ve had this year, and that’s saying a lot because I get pounded into the boards on a weekly basis. I was on my way to see the team’s doc. You know for the…umm... yeah. I want to make sure I’m safe for Chloe. But then some asshole fucking t-bones me in my truck. He completely ran the light thinking he would make it. Then the asshole spent the next thirty minutes talking shit saying that I turned on a red light and he was going to sue the Knights and me. That’s fucking hilarious. How the fuck is he going to sue the team? And then after the officer writes up everything and gives us the information to get the accident report the fucking idiot asked me for my autograph. Why in fucks-sake would I give him my autograph?
I end up in the emergency room for way too many hours because the asshole hit the drivers side. I decided not to call Mom because she would just worry. Especially since she’s still on high alert wit
h Chloe. I got a bruised muscle in my left shoulder and a split lip from the airbag. But nothing a hot bath and some sleep wouldn’t take care of. I had to call Coach and tell him what happened. I had to explain and even put the attending officer on the phone with him so he’d believe me. I guess I’ve been scatterbrained at practice, that is when I even show up, but Chloe is just more important to me than anything else.
Coach made sure that there was a driver to take me home. One that wouldn’t sell the story to the tabloids. I steamed the entire way home while I’m on the phone with my assistant coach trying to explain what happened and letting him know the doctor in the emergency room didn’t want me to play tonight with the muscle pain. I’m fucking pissed. Yeah, I could have hidden it from the team, but it wouldn’t be what’s best for the team or me.
I couldn’t even get a change of clothes while I was in the emergency room. Apparently, there weren’t scrubs big enough to fit. They only keep the most common sizes in stock. I felt itchy and could feel little grits of crap all over my body. The fact is that my airbag went off, the driver’s window broke, and everything in my truck was thrown around as a hurricane went through. I’m covered in random powders and debris that was making me itch. I just got off the phone before the Uber guy pulls up in front of my house and I’m steaming. I need a cold shower to calm the fuck down and clean all this powder shit off me. But then my lousy day gets worse. I spent the last eight hours dealing with details about if I’ll be okay to play. The decision came down, and I was told to go home.
All I wanted to do was come home and get a drink while I stare at Chloe and can’t touch her. But fuck my life. That cocksucker from the hospital was sitting across from my girl staring at her the way I want to be staring at her. She looks like she’s been caught cheating on me. I stood there like a fucking statue glaring at them but focused on Chloe. I want to take her upstairs and spank her for disobedience. I want to pull down those tight little leggings that she seems always to be wearing and slap the meaty part of her ass before I lick her slit.
Great, now I’m getting hard in front of my sister and this cocksucker. I changed my course and headed for the kitchen to hide the lower half of my body from view. I’m hungry and thirsty and want to be alone with Chloe and maybe eat off her naked body. I pulled out the carton of eggs and reached for a pan.
I looked over my shoulder and Chloe was watching me. Her eyes are following me as I move around the kitchen. I heard her clear her throat again and turned completely to look at the three of them. Brooklyn and Chloe were staring at me, and the cocksucker was staring at Chloe. I wanted to pull his eyes out of his head. He shouldn’t get the pleasure of looking at her. Why can’t he be into Brooklyn? God, what am I saying? I don’t want him near my sister either but I’d rather him near her than my Chloe.
“Well?” Brooklyn said with attitude.
“Well, what?” I snapped.
“Are you all right?”
I had turned around back to my scrambled eggs but her question turned me around, and I watched Chloe anxiously lick her lips and wait for my answer. I huff, “Bruised shoulder from the airbag and split lip.” Chloe’s face pales, her eyes turn glossy, and she can’t stop moving her hands around. I know that feeling. I wouldn’t want her to feel that way about me. I look straight into her eyes as if I was speaking directly to her and only her, “I’m okay. I wasn’t expecting the impact, but I get hit worse on the ice. I’m going to sleep off the soreness. Nothing to worry about.”
“But jeez, you were in the ER?” Brooklyn questioned.
“Yup,” I said popping the p and turned back to my cooked eggs.
I heard the boy say something, but I didn’t listen to it. He got up and made his way over to me. “I’m outta here. Sorry, your day sucked, but I’m glad you’re good.”
“Yeah.”
He walked past me and out the front door. I turned back around to face Brooklyn and Chloe with my plate. I’ve calmed down enough so that I’m not fully erect in my pants—just semi. I poured some orange juice in a mug and walked over to the table with my food. I felt like I fell into the wooden chair and took a sip of orange juice. I winced when the citrus touched my split lip. I should know by now not to drink anything citrusy. I have to concentrate on my plate instead of Chloe. My stomach was almost digesting itself by the time I got home. I was thankful for the protein. When I finally looked up my eyes met Chloe’s. Her glossy eyes were starting to rim with red. I could tell she was upset. I had nothing to say that could help her right this second in front of Brooklyn. I wished my sister would just go away. My eyes went to Brooklyn who was trying to get Chloe’s attention. I pull out my phone and text Chloe.
Me: I’m fine. I promise. Just in a bad mood. Pay attention to B. I want to see you later.
I see her look at her phone and the wheels start turning. She shook her head to clear her mind. With one last look at me, she looked at Brooklyn and finished their conversation about her birthday. I tried not to listen to them, but I heard Brooklyn talk about this party she wanted that little cocksucker to throw.
I was sitting at the table trying to eat, and all I want to do is vomit thinking about Chloe at a high school party. Some punk was grinding on her and rubbing his dick on her body. I drop my fork on my plate, louder than it needed to be, and scooted back from the table. I wasn’t hungry anymore. I put my plate on the counter and glass next to it. Brooklyn’s dog, Mack, came pouncing up to me. He looked at me like a pitiful puppy. I fork the eggs left on my plate and feed them to Mack. His tail was wagging the whole time.
“Don’t give him any of those eggs. He gets horrible gas from eggs.” Brooklyn called out at me.
“I’m not,” I called back; however, I looked at Chloe and smiled. Mack needs more food than what Brooklyn thinks he does. The growing pup is just under one hundred pounds and probably will still grow another fifty before his body is done growing at just a little over a year old. “I’m going to go shower and get all of today off me,” I said patting Mack’s head.
“Yeah, yeah.” Brooklyn said, “hey Nix?”
I turned back around. “Yeah?”
“I’m glad you’re okay.” She said. This time she had love and concern in her voice.
“Me too,” I said then climbed the stairs to get away from today.
I went straight for the bathroom. A hot, steamy shower was just what I needed. I scrubbed my hair clean and made sure all the grit was completely gone before I had grabbed my cock and started to stroke. After just a few strokes I was hard, and blood raced toward my demanding appendage. My mind went to the pleasured expression on Chloe’s face while she arched against me. I had the image of my bare cock thrusting in and out of her cunt. It was like a magic show. She could make my entire cock disappear and reappear. Her wetness was coating me with each moan.
My balls tightened, and I felt my orgasm start in my abdomen. I quickened my pace at the head and tried to prolong the experience, but I couldn’t hold any longer when I thought about the tightening pulses when she had come around me. It was the most intimate moment I’ve ever had with any woman. And I got to have it with her. My orgasm started, and I squeezed my eyes shut as tight as I could when my vision stripped with lightning bolts.
My powerful orgasm was splattered on the side of the shower wall. I spent extra time making sure it was all thoroughly washed down the drain. As embarrassing as it would be for Brooklyn to find my jizz on the side of the shower it would be worse for Chloe to know I needed to jerk off to be able to make it through the next couple of months.
I rewashed and got out as quickly as I could. I was still sore and mentally exhausted. All I wanted was my bed and Chloe. Maybe Chloe first then bed. I smirked while I pulled on a light gray pair of alethic pants and a black shirt. I could care less about boxer briefs. I was just too tired to put more clothes on. I grabbed my phone and sent a good night text to Chloe. I tried to wait for a response from her, but the muscle relaxer and pain killer I was given in the emergency room too
k me over.
I knew I was in trouble with this girl because I could have cared less about the team I should have been playing against while I slept thinking about the little girl I had always considered an annoying little girl. She was definitely not just a girl, and she was never going to be annoying to me ever again.
Chapter 19
Mack Ate The Pucking Eggs
Chloe
Nix had texted me to say good night, but when I responded to him, there was dead silence. I was hoping for something since I all but sexted him my breasts. I wanted to see him and put my hands on him. I needed to know he was all right. Even though I saw him from across the room and could barely see the split lip that he was talking about. I needed to put my fingers on him and kiss his pain away. Instead, I went to my room after dinner and curled up in my bed.
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“Phoenix! You’re going too fast! Don't leave me!” I cried out, but it was too late.
I had looked down when I tripped over a branch. I felt the pain on my leg. It felt like the skin had been torn open and was gushing even though it was not. When I looked up, he was nowhere to be found. I felt that pain deeper in my chest than the pain still coursing through my leg. I tried to stay quiet to hear which way he was running, but I couldn't hear his footsteps anymore. Everything was silent except for the cold winter’s wind and some wildlife that had started to make the hairs on my arms stand on end. It was almost dark, and he left me. I had tried so hard to keep up but I couldn't. He was older than me, and my little eight-year-old legs couldn't keep up.
I laid there in the cold, wet snow and let my heartbreak. He hadn’t even noticed that I wasn’t behind him. He hadn’t cared about me when I was little what makes me think he would care about me after I had given him my virginity.
“Don't go.” I sat on the ground, pulling my legs into me for warmth, crying into my white fleece jacket.
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