by Xavier Neal
“From The Sandlot,” she confesses quietly.
“The movie?” Merrick and I chuckle together.
“Yes, the movie. And make fun of me all you want for loving a classic-”
“Not a classic,” Merrick interjects.
“-but it helped me answer the question putting us in the lead. 2 to 1. So there.”
“And on that slightly depressing note, I have to use the loo.”
Brie giggles and leans her face into the palm of her hand. “You must be intoxicated. You let your British word slip out.”
I give her a playful smirk. “Doctenn.”
“Is there really that big of a difference?” Merrick questions but I stroll away instead of dealing with that long winded explanation.
Happens more often than you’d imagine. If I liked t-shirts I would buy one that said Doctenn not British to save myself the breath of repeatedly clarifying it.
After using the restroom quickly, I begin the journey back towards our table when the waitress who had been helping us stops me. “You’re name’s Kellan, right?”
I slide my hands into my pockets. “Yes.”
“As in Prince Kellan Kenningston?”
My lips press together in hesitation of answering.
“As in Prince Kellan Kenningston who dated Meegan Malone?”
“I didn’t date her. One weekend of sex in the mountains is not the equivalence of dating,” my mouth runs off without my consent.
Swear sleeping with her is climbing higher and higher on the list of things that annoy me long after the fact of being over.
“But you’re him,” she questions, thin body swaying closer mine. “Like actually him.”
My eyes give her body a brief glance as it brushes against me. “I am…”
“Well…I know you’re here with someone tonight, but if you change your mind, or want a different flavor of fun…” The waitress bites her bottom lip and lets the end of the sentence linger to build anticipation. “I’ll make sure to put my number on the bottom of your check.”
“I’ll make sure to not use it,” I inform her. “If you’ll excuse me.”
On my continued path towards the table, I try to refrain from rolling my eyes at the situation.
Before Brie, I would’ve considered letting her follow me back to my hotel and passing the time with her small mouth trying desperately to deep throat me. She’s basically my type. Attractive and easy. Or least that used to be my type. Now it’s long legged, curvy women, with brown skin and a fondness for snarky remarks.
I flop down in my seat and hit my girlfriend with a smile. However I receive a scowl. Unsure what I could’ve possibly done wrong in the five minutes I disappeared, I lift my eyebrows in question.
She merely rolls her eyes and Jovi asks, “Ready to continue?”
“Depends. Can Lord of The Sluts keep it in his pants long enough to continue playing or should we wait until the reject Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader over there gets off of work so he can concentrate better?”
Merrick and Jovi try to look away from the looming disaster.
The one I walked into completely unprepared for.
I swallow my pride and the instinct to humiliate her in front of mixed company. “Can I talk to you outside for a moment?”
“Why? Too embarrassed to let everyone at the table see you grovel after shamelessly flirting with the waitress?”
“Brie…”
“Too embarrassed to admit how hard it is for you to walk five feet without hitting on the opposite sex?”
“Brie…”
“And don’t bother trying to pretend you weren’t!”
“Br-“
“I saw you! I saw how she rubbed up against you like you were a genie in lamp!”
The continuous accusations pave a swift path for sobriety. “I’m glad you could see that and not the fact I shoved my hands in my pocket, so that I didn’t have to touch her. I’m glad you saw her throw herself at me but doubt that I didn’t have the decency to respectfully decline her invitation because I happen to be here with my fucking girlfriend who I’m absolutely mad about in spite of the fact she still doesn’t trust me to stay faithful even after I gave up returning home to my own country for her!”
Guilt strangles her ability to respond.
I clear my throat in an attempt to collect my composure. “I think it’s time we head out.” Without waiting for anyone to object or state otherwise, I stand, and declare, “I’m going to the bar to pay for our tab. Swiss and I will meet you all outside…”
The moment my back is turned there’s a faint, “Kellan wait…” from Brie’s lips.
Too late. Evening. Ruined. Maybe this much alcohol wasn’t such a bright idea after all.
Kellan
Brie and I watch from the SUV in silence as Merrick and Jovi drunkenly sway their way up the stairs for the apartment. Once they’re settled in, I give Swiss’ seat a tap, and he puts the vehicle into drive.
Frustration over the situation from earlier continues to cycle around the back of my mind.
Look, I’m fairly new to this one woman thing, so I expect jealousy to be a factor every once in a while, both ways if I’m being honest with you, but I hate nothing more than being labeled guilty before even having the chance to defend myself.
“I’m sorry,” Brie meekly apologizes, her body bumping against mine. “Really sorry.”
When I cut her a glance, the sight of her brown eyes swarming with sorrow forces my shoulders to slump.
The moment she realizes she has my attention and a chance to explain she takes it. “I think I was a little drunker than I thought I was. And…I think…well I think part of me, still has a bit of trouble believing that you, Prince Kellan of Doctenn, could ever really stay interested in a boring art student like me.” Her unusual vulnerability softens me further. “But you’re right. You did stay in this country to be with me. To give us a chance and it’s been the best thing to happen in my life. So, I’m sorry for overreacting and more importantly doing it in front of our friends. And I’m also sorry for assuming you were even considering sleeping with her.”
I let the corner of my lip curl up. “Apology accepted.”
She gives me a glimpse of a sweet smile before saying, “I blame you though.”
Baffled, I completely turn to face her. “What? How?”
“Your expensive tequila,” Brie insists with a snicker. “Cheap tequila has never sent me into fatal attraction mode. It has to be a side effect of the expensive brand.”
Swiss lightly laughs from the front seat and the look of bewilderment deepens.
How is it possible to go from being vexed by this woman to wanting to laugh insanely with her, so quickly?
“You drive me mad,” I deeply sigh and tug her towards me until her body is pressed tightly against mine. “Completely. Mad.”
“Mad in the frustrated way or mad in the crazy way?”
My hand caresses her cheek softly. “Both.”
“Good,” she whispers with a smile. “The feeling’s mutual.”
Our mouths tip to touch when Swiss unexpectedly clears his throat. “We’ve arrived, sir.”
Now in front of the building to my penthouse apartment, I inform, “You can park the car and enjoy the rest of your evening off. We won’t be leaving again before morning.”
He gives me a curt nod and the two of us exit the vehicle. We rush through the lobby towards the back for the private elevator that leads to the top. As soon as the doors shut, I swiftly anchor our mouths together by a gentle pull of the neck. She moans at the initial feeling of our tongues tangling and whimpers when I abruptly sever the connection.
“That’s all you get,” I tease with a crooked smirk.
Still in a slight heated daze, she hums, “What?”
“That’s all you get tonight because of the little tantrum you threw.”
Brie’s jaw is floored.
Obviously I’m full of shit, but let me have this moment please.
When my expression doesn’t change, she stutters out, “B-b-but I apologized!”
“And I accepted.” The doors ding open after I swipe my keycard to grant us access to my floor. “It doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten…”
“No…it means everything is forgiven and we should have make up sex,” she sternly argues during our short stroll to my door. “Make up sex is clearly stated as a necessity post all couple fights.”
I swipe the keycard again to unlock my door. “I don’t know…Feels like by having sex it would reinforce the negative behavior of fighting.”
The shock from my words spreads across her face. Holding the door open for her, I tuck my keycard back into my pocket and watch her stomp past me in an increasing frustrated rage.
Between you and I? I absolutely love that she enjoys having sex with me just as much as I enjoy having it with her. What? No I’m not proud, I’m just…it’s flattering, that’s all. Oh…Shut up.
Once the door shuts, she spins back on her heels, prepared to make another argument, but my mouth descends hers before she can. Caught by surprise, she instantly grabs onto my shirt to steady her balance. While I use my tongue to enslave hers, to erase any possible resonating doubts from earlier, I use my hands to guide her body backwards. When my hands bump against my kitchen table slightly to the left of the entry way, I pull back to begin the task of unbuttoning her jeans.
Never been more thankful to have accidentally left the kitchen light on than right now. Can you imagine doing this completely in the dark? I mean, I could’ve but then I wouldn’t be able to enjoy this next bit as much as I’m about to.
After removing the denim cock blockers and tearing the tiny red thong just to see her glare, I turn her frame, bend it over the table, and nudge her thighs apart. Brie grips the edges of the table bracing herself for the invasion of my dick only to be pleasantly mistaken by the villain of my tongue.
There’s a sharp gasp followed promptly by the prayer of my name, “Kellan…”
My mouth latches on at the same time my tongue rapidly feasts on the freshly exposed flavors. Treating each and every taste I’m given like shots of the finest drink I’ve had in my life, I mercilessly suck until I’m deliciously drunk on the essence that is Brie. Her hips buck backwards eager to comply with my erotically inebriated state. All of sudden warning flares of her orgasm go off. Her legs begin to tremble and her back arches completely into me, allowing her sweet pussy to ride my tongue off the cliff of ecstasy. The invocation of my name falling from her lips shifts my movements into a frenzy. Hastily, I grab the condom from my wallet, yank my pants and boxers down and cover myself. Without more lull than necessary, I push my cock through her pulsating pussy to the hilt. She arches once more on another abrupt breath. Tangling my fingers around the end of her pony tail, I relentlessly rock, commanding her deference with every thrust. Brie whimpers and bounces her ass back against me. For what feels like hours, a symphony of carnal cries fills the apartment along with zealous begging to give her more and take her harder.
This time when her body begins to seize mine joins her. In a whirlwind of breathless whimpers and almost painful pants, our orgasms forcefully collide. The intense clashing tears free empyreal moans strong enough to bring the devil to his knees. Completely spent, the two of us fall forward onto my round black kitchen table.
Brie blows the strand of hair out of her face. “See. Totally necessary…”
I smile against her skin before planting a light kiss on her shoulder. “Why don’t we take this to the bedroom and continue to reiterate that point in there?”
She gives me a wild smirk over her shoulder.
Why on earth would I ever need anyone else when I have such an amazing woman right here in front of me? You’re right. I should tell her that. Those’ll be the first words out of my mouth once we’re in the bedroom…Fine. Not the first, but a close second. That still counts, doesn’t it?
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