Crushing Misery

by Kinsey Taylor

  He rolls onto his back, and I straddle him, but he pushes me off screaming, “Holy Fuck! What is that?”

  I jump up and run to the door to turn on the light. I look over, and Ashlynn’s Legos are stuck to Corbin’s back. Some fall to the floor and others look as if they are attached to his back. He groans and jumps up. I’m not expecting what I see next, and I double over laughing and fall to my knees. One lone little red Lego is stuck in Corbin’s butt crack. I point, unable to speak because I’m laughing hysterically. He moves around, but that one little red Lego between his cheeks is relentless holding on for dear life.

  “What is it, Kennedy? Why are you laughing? Is there some still stuck or what?”

  I notice that one has broken through his skin and blood trickles out; this halts my laughter a little. I smile and start to stand, and as I move around him, the laughter starts again.

  “What’s so damn funny?”

  I touch the little red Lego between his gloriously toned ass and watch as he turns several shades of red.

  “Please tell me that isn’t stuck where I think it is?”

  Laughing again, I nod.

  “Yes, Corbin, it sure is.” I grab the Lego and throw it over by the door, so I will know which one to throw away. He starts to laugh along with me.

  “I’m so glad I can amuse you. The best part is that lovely smile on your face. I sure wish I could see that more often. You don’t smile as often as you should. You really are stunning, Kennedy.”

  Turning him around, I examine his back further, running my hands along his broad shoulders and down his back. I kiss along the marks and next to the broken skin. He slowly turns around and pulls me to him, while I place my hands on his chest. I roll my hips swaying them, teasing him and he grips my waist hard, pushing me down to the ground, and fall forward down on all fours. He comes up behind me placing his length at my entrance and pushes inside. He sets a slow rhythm at first and then picks up speed. He is gripping my waist hard while thrusting deep inside me as I push back against him. It doesn’t take me long before I cry out.

  “Aww yes! Fuck me, Corbin. Harder!”

  He follows me over grunting out, “Fuck yeah! Oh, Kennedy.” I melt into his chest as we lie together panting.

  “Man, I’ve missed you.”

  “I’ve missed you, too, Corbin.”

  ***

  The days pass too quickly, and Sunday arrives. Ashlynn and I are moping around knowing what’s to come. Corbin doesn’t seem all in that good of a mood either. Sitting at the table, I sip my coffee. Ashlynn is sitting in Corbin’s lap with the saddest face.

  “Alright, you three. You need to snap out of it. Breakfast is almost done.”

  “Sorry, Grams,” I say looking over in her direction. She winks at me and turns to stir the gravy, her biscuits and gravy are to die for.

  “Sorry, ma’am. I think we all don’t want the time to come for me to leave.”

  “I understand, but you have work to do, and so does Kennedy. It’s not forever; it’s just for right now. You go back and train hard for that fight you have coming up and win, boy. You understand?”

  “Yes, ma’am. I sure do.” He laughs out.

  Walking Corbin out to his car is so hard. I don’t want him to leave, but I know he has to. His schedule is getting ridiculous with the fight coming next month. He lets it slip that his coach isn’t happy he is here.

  “Alright, Boss. I need to get on the road to the airport, but I hate saying goodbye.”

  “Well, I’m not a fan of it myself.” I hug him as I start to cry. I don’t know the next time we’ll see him, but these last few days have been the best. Pulling back, he looks down at me.

  “I’m going to miss the hell out of you, Boss. I know I’m going to be busy because my training schedule is pretty full, but when I go home, I’ll be wishing my girls were there with me.”

  He brushes away my tears.

  “I’m going to miss you, Corbin. T-This hurts something fierce.”

  “I know, Boss. If I didn’t have to go, trust me I wouldn’t be going.”

  “I know. I shouldn’t be here much longer. I have just a few more things to work out and then I’ll be home. Our time here has been good for me and Ashlynn.”

  “I have to agree, even if it is hard for me to say it. I need to get going, Boss. Can’t miss my plane.”

  “I love you!” I say into his chest.

  He squeezes me tighter.

  As he gets inside his car, Ashlynn runs outside. Corbin gets out and brings her into his arms.

  “I wove you, Corbee. I weally going to miss you.”

  “I love you, too, Ashlynn, and I’m going to miss you, too. You take care of your mommy for me, okay?”

  “Pinky pwomise!”

  “Pinky promise.”

  I go over and take Ashlynn from Corbin. She hugs me tightly and starts to cry into my shoulder. I watch as he begins to drive away. He stops and rolls down his window and yells out, “I love you, Kennedy!”

  “I love you, too, Corbin!”

  He blows a kiss as he drives off.

  Chapter Thirty

  Corbin

  Ever since leaving Azuela, something’s been off with me. Even coach and Riggs have brought it to my attention. I wish I knew what it was so I could fix it. Carl has been digging deeper into my past, and skeletons keep flying out left and right. I think this is where all of the unrest is coming from. Depression threatens to pull me under.

  Normally when that happens, I’d go on a bender where I’d race my motorcycle, party, and screw anyone willing. These days I just can’t do that, and I think I need a release other than training. Kennedy says she’s coming home soon, but what do I do until then? I can’t wait to sink back inside her and lose myself in everything that is her. I’ve never stayed faithful in a relationship like I have with her. Even with Tori, I’d screw around when I was on the road.

  But, not with Kennedy.

  I have no desire to touch anyone other than her. I’m so over the top in love with her that the thought of letting her down or never being enough for her and Ashlynn is killing my concentration. I’ve never felt like I’m good for them because Kennedy is way too good for the likes of me. I’m selfish, and I want her so badly.

  I’ve pretty much become Ashlynn’s father figure. Troy, her douche of a father, bounced out and hasn’t been heard from since. He’s never far away in my mind, though. At first, I had someone watching his every move, but now I think the dude is involved with another chick. I’m going to hope he stays out of the picture for good. I can’t take my girls being hurt again. If they were ever to be hurt again by his hands, I’d finish him and wouldn’t think twice about the consequences. Their lives have been damaged enough. My alarm sounds, I stretch out and hit the off switch instant silence. I slide my legs out and sit right on the edge of the bed. I hope I’m strong enough to get through this.

  Heading into the gym, I look around and notice the place is practically deserted. It’s early, but it’s like a ghost town in here, and that’s unusual for this place. Heading straight for my locker room, I unlock the door and step inside. I start to change, but I’m grabbed from behind as a hand snakes firmly around my neck. I feel sharp, cold metal slide against the back of my head. I turn, but strong hands are holding me into place.

  “Don’t move or it will be the last thing you do,” a male voice comes from behind me. I feel a prick of a needle slide into the skin of my neck. Then a hand slips into my sweat pants and grips my cock roughly.

  What the fuck?

  I twist and turn fighting to get away.

  “What do you want?”

  “You’re not as big as I remember. Fuck, I’m so wet for you,” a female voice says, realization hits hearing Cammie’s voice the red-head I shagged ages ago from the center.

  I flinch, pulling away, but her grip tightens around my cock. I’m held in place, and I try turning and moving, but I can’t seem to loosen their grip on me. I moan out in pain at
the dry friction from her hand on my dick. She pulls and tugs on my cock, but nothing awakens my sexual desire. The realization of the situation hits me, and I use all my strength to pull away, only to be snatched back up.

  “Never figured you for a limp dick, Corbin.”

  “I never figured you for a rapist, Cammie.”

  “I’ve finally got you right where I want you, and screwing up this bullshit fairytale love story you’ve got going with Miss Gypsy Princess is my first to do on my checklist.”

  “N-No w-way, I’m with Kennedy. I-I l- love her… don’t you get it. I don’t want to be with you. Stop!” I slur out, the words falling from my lips like molasses.

  I almost lose my footing unsteady I sway to my left trying to pull away again. I feel large hands grip me tighter pulling my arms behind my back at an awkward angle.

  “Blythe, hold him still. I’m not done with him yet.”

  My vision is blurring, and everything is moving in slow motion. As I look around, I blink, and Cammie or a few Cammie’s come into view swaying back and forth but still trying to get a raise out of my cock. I hold onto the image of Kennedy and how disappointed she’d be if she could see this all unfolding.

  “Fuck! S-Stop p-please!” I garble.

  I fall to my knees, and large hands go around me and pick me up placing me on the bench. Cammie looks at me smiling, What’s she doing? I’m pushed from behind falling to the floor. She rolls me over making sure I’m flat on my back. I attempt to sit up, but my head falls forward, my limbs are sluggish and weighed down feeling like Jell-O. I give it my best shot trying to move, but it’s no use I’m too heavy.

  “Still not hard for me, I see. Guess what I’m going to do for you? Now for the fun part. You’re going to cum inside me while I ride you. I know you’ll end up joining in eventually, and boy I can’t wait to get fucked by you again. I really wish you had finished me off that day in the bathroom. You’re going to make up for it now.”

  “No!” I push forward adrenaline fueling my force and watch her slide from my lap. Trying to get up but failing I fall right back down. The room starts to spin. Watching as she takes off her skirt and slips off her panties, frozen I’m met with her greedy green eyes. She isn’t going to leave me alone until she gets what she wants.

  “Get off me now. I don’t want to fuck you. I can’t even get hard for you,” I mumble, voice fading.

  Just before my light goes out, the door to my locker room slams open and Riggs comes running in.

  “What the fuck,” he yells as the blackness finally takes over.

  I wake up in the hospital with an excruciating headache. Riggs is asleep at my side. What happened? Confused I try to lift my hand and feel sluggish and drugged.

  “R-Riggs.” My voice slurs out his name.

  “Hey, man! Welcome back. How you feeling?” he says.

  “I feel like shit, and my head is pounding something awful.”

  “Let me go get your nurse. She can give you something to help with that. Man, I was so concerned they injected you with Fentanyl solution. Thank God it was a small dose. My quick thinking saved us both.”

  I looked up, and everything started coming back to me.

  “Fuck! Kennedy is going to leave me for good after she sees those pictures.”

  “Nash, you did nothing wrong. I came in right in the nick of time and saw what was happening. You were doped up dude. What were you suppose to do? You had no choice, man. She for sure won’t like it, but Blythe Castillo and Cammie Benjamin were caught. They are in custody now.”

  “Oh thank God. Has anyone called Kennedy yet?”

  “Nash, Kennedy was sent photographs from Cammie minutes after they fled. I checked your email while you were out for the count and found the email she sent to you both. I would have never caught it, had her name not been attached to the email. Stupid bitch. I called Justeen filling her in on what was going on. I’m not even sure Kennedy has seen the pictures yet.

  “Fuck! Where’s my phone? I need to call her.”

  “Calm down, Nash. This will all get sorted out. I know you are overwhelmed, man, but I explained what I saw when I walked in, to Justeen and I know she’ll pass on everything I disclosed to her to Kennedy. This is really something you need to tell her in person, not over the phone. Just promise me you’ll explain what happened, to her?”

  “Please tell me this isn’t fucking happening. It’s a bad dream I’m going to wake up from. Fuck. I’m going to lose Kennedy and Ashlynn over this. I just know it. She’ll never believe me. Hell, I wouldn’t even believe me with my track record. It’s going to rip her heart out. How did I let this happen?” The thought of losing Kennedy and Ashlynn takes it toll, and I start to feel sick.

  “Corbin! What happened? You okay?” He runs over and hits the nurse button.

  “I’m going to puke, man.”

  He grabs the hospital’s little pink puke tray and shoves it at me in the nick of time as I puke my guts out into it. The nurse comes in as the last of my stomach comes up.

  “You poor thing. You’ve been through quite an incident today, Mr. Nash. You all done?”

  “Yeah.”

  “This will pass. It’s probably the side effects from the drugs working their way out of your system. This happens a lot with anesthesia patients. I know you were an unwilling party in the act.”

  “I’m not used to this shit and not a fan of feeling out of control. I’m always so in charge of everything going into my body. Add in this big mess or misunderstanding with Kennedy and not knowing where my future stands is only making matters worse.”

  “Yeah, he’s in love, and he’s worried he’s lost her,” Riggs spits out.

  “Shut the fuck up, Riggs,” I warn. “I fucked this up. My past is biting me in the ass.”

  “Corbin, it will work out; you’ll see. She loves you, man. She’ll understand.”

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Kennedy

  The morning before…

  Placing the last of our stuff in my car, I look up at my Grams and Pops’ house one last time. I can’t believe Pops gave me his 1966 Chevy Malibu last night. It’s the car of my dreams. I named her Black Beauty, which is appropriate given she’s black with red and black interior. I’m on cloud nine. Besides Ashlynn, this is the best gift I’ve ever been given. Man, this car is something else, and now it’s all mine. I try telling my Pops he is nuts for letting her go, but he insists I take her with me.

  I’m going to miss the small town feel. The long walks through the creek, lying out in the sun, and being surround by nature taught me so much about myself. I hope the healing process continues. I hear the door shut behind me.

  “You about done, sweet pea?” my Pops calls out.

  “Yes! This is the last of it.”

  I turn to look at him, and I see the sadness in his eyes. No one would ever know we aren’t related. Grams and Pops have been a part of my life ever since Justeen and I were joined at the hip way back in elementary school. I have so many amazing memories with them even when I was living with my biological parents. The Finley’s have always accepted me and showed me so much unconditional love. They showed me what love should feel like. I used to daydream they would take me away from my parents, and I’d live happily ever after.

  “You take care of my baby now. I’m glad you’ll get some good use out of her.”

  “I sure will, Pops. She’s my Black Beauty, and I will enjoy cruising in her. Thank you so much for giving her to me. You’ll never know how much this means to me.”

  “Yes, I do, my dear. That’s exactly why I did it. You’ve always loved her like I have. Treat her right, and she’ll return the favor.”

  Hugging him to me, I reach up and kiss him on the cheek.

  “I’m going to miss you, Pops. I’ve enjoyed spending time here with you and Grams. It’s always magical being here.”

  “Oh, honey! We enjoy you being here, too. You girls are my heart, and I know Vadera feels the same way. You and me kid,
we’ve always shared a special bond even more so than Justeen and Jagger. We love all our grandchildren the same, but you kid, you are special-- unique in every sense of the meaning.”

  The road trip back home seems to pass faster than the drive to Azuela. Maybe it’s because I’m driving towards something, instead of away. We stop for the evening, and I sit debating whether to call Corbin to let him know we are on our way back home. Ashlynn and I scarf down our food, and as I lie on the bed next to her, I watch as she falls fast asleep. I decide to text him instead of calling.

  Kennedy: You busy?

  Corbin: Never for you, just sat down to get my grub on. What are you up to?

  Kennedy: Lying here watching my little sleeping beauty sleep. Corbin?

  Corbin: Yeah, Boss?

  Kennedy: I really miss you. Can’t wait to see you.

  Corbin: I know, babe. Hopefully soon.

  Kennedy: You may get us sooner than you anticipate.

  Corbin: Oh really? How soon are you thinking? I have a tournament soon.

  Kennedy: When is it?

  Corbin: You didn’t answer my question, Boss.

  Silence.

  Corbin: In a few days. We fly out Thursday night to Denver, Colorado. The tournament starts that weekend. I fly back Sunday and have a couple days till I fly out to New York and then New Jersey.

  Kennedy: Oh. I didn’t realize everything would be getting busier for you. I guess that’s what happens when you’ve been away for so long. I’m excited and terrified at the same time. The thought of you getting hurt scares the hell out of me.

  Corbin: You still haven’t answered my question, babe. When are you planning on coming home?

  Kennedy: Be at my parent’s house tomorrow night around 6 pm and you’ll find out.

  Corbin: Are you fucking with me, Boss?

  Kennedy: No, Playboy, I’m not messing with you. Better curb that mouth of yours. Ashlynn is in a fun copycat stage. We stopped for the night in Phoenix, Oregon.

  Corbin: I have a better use for my mouth. Why didn’t you tell me you were on your way?

  Kennedy: I bet you do. LOL I was going to surprise you but after I realized how busy you’ve been, I decided it was probably a better idea to tell you. I didn’t know you’d be leaving for the weekend. I really can’t wait to see you, Corbin.