She breaks the surface, brushing her hair back out of her face laughing. "The water is freezing. I can't believe you did that!" She splashes water at me. "I didn't bring any extra clothes."
Her thin satin top is clinging to her body, revealing the outline of her bra and cleavage. For the top to be so conservative, reaching all the way to her neck in which it connects with the back fabric; this is by far the sexiest view I've ever had. There is something to be said about a woman that leaves a little to the imagination. When it's all out there for the world to see, for some reason it's less appealing.
"I wouldn't worry about clothes. I'm sure we can find you something. She is wading in the middle of the pool and I am closer to the farther side. I begin making my way towards her, my eyes never leaving hers. She has the slightest smile on her face. When she sees me coming towards her, she begins swimming backwards slowly. "You trying to run from me?" I begin grinning because she is getting closer to the side, leaving less room for her to go.
"You trying to catch me?" She counters sarcastically. You gotta love a girl with a little spunk. Her back finally reaches the corner of the pool, not far from the diving board. She turns around noticing that she is now trapped and I have her right where I want her. She bites the corner of her lip.
I stop right before her, grabbing the edge of the pool in hand on each side of her. "Maybe I am. I know a good catch when I see one." Her eyes are slightly hooded like earlier, giving me the answer to the question in my head. She is giving me the consent that she feels the way I feel right now. I close the distance between us; the warmth of our bodies mingling around us. The water isn't so cold anymore. I wrap one of her legs at a time around me to support her against the wall. I remain holding one edge of the pool and place the other on her neck.
I lean in closer, our lips just a breath apart. "Stop running Kinzleigh." Her eyes close as she releases a sigh. I can't stop myself anymore. I don't want to. I don't care if I have to go back home in a few days. I would rather have a few days I'll never forget than spend the rest of my life in regret. I softly kiss her lips before sucking the droplets of water from them slowly, savoring her taste. They are so full and soft. She slowly relaxes, letting me suck and pull at her bottom lip. I can feel her inexperience as she allows me to lead her lips where I want them. I slightly lick her lip requesting entry in which she grants. As I slide my tongue inside I seek out hers; it's warm and moist entangling with mine.
I run my hand from her neck down the seam of her body, stopping at her waist, just before testing the waters and cupping her bottom. It feels as good as I envisioned it would feel and it's covered in denim. I can't imagine how it would feel bare. I continue to kiss and suck her lip, guiding her tongue in the perfect rhythm with mine. As she slides her tongue inside my mouth, I clench it in my lips and lightly suck it and release. The lowest moan escapes her perfect lips.
My hormones are raging. I can't help it. Holding her by the butt, I pull her closer at the waist. My erection is pressing between her legs. Even in this pool of cool water, I can feel the heat radiating from inside the opening at her thighs. A growl comes from within my chest, causing her to slightly bite my bottom lip. Oh damn, for the first time in my entire life I feel like I could release my seed right here and she hasn't even touched me. She brings her arms up around my neck interlocking her fingers at the back.
I lightly rub my erection over the jeans pressed against her, between her legs. She rolls her head to the side giving me access to her neck. I kiss just below the lobe of her ear and run my tongue lightly down her neck, stopping at the top of her exposed shoulder.
She begins to get a little bold and sways her hips from side to side. "If you keep doing that, I'm going to lose my control and I won't be able to stop."
She lifts her head and looks at me, smiling mischievously and kisses the area on the front of my neck between my collar bones. She lightly trails kisses higher up my neck. "Kinzleigh, you're playing with fire," I warn. She clamps her legs tighter behind my back and clenches the muscles between her legs that are pressed against me.
I can't take it anymore. Without thinking, my hand goes for the button of her pants as I take her lips, more roughly this time. I finally pull away to look her in the eyes. I rest my forehead against hers. "I'll have to go inside and get a condom from my wallet if you want to go any further." I look in her eyes and her breathing is quickening. She looks like she is thinking about it, which only tells me one thing. "Kinzleigh, you have had sex before right?" I really thought Ryland was blowing smoke up my ass when he was talking about her being inexperienced with guys, but I really didn't think he meant literally none. I will not be the one to take her virginity. That is a connection and attachment I stay away from. Plus, she doesn't deserve that. Her first time should be with someone who has a warm beating heart; mine turned to ice a long time ago.
She isn't looking at me. As a matter of fact she is staring at the water. She releases my neck. "No, I haven't okay. Does it really matter whether I have or not. Since when do guys care about that sort of thing? It's just sex right. Maybe it's time I stop trying to be so perfect. Look at where it's getting me. Nothing is going the way I planned. A few weeks from now my life will be over as I know it. Maybe I should just live for myself and have fun like everyone else. It's kind of perfect really, if you think about it. You can help me get it out of the way and then we won't ever see each other again once you leave. No lies, no expectations, just fun."
Dammit! Why on earth does she have to be a virgin? I run my fingers through my wet hair. I want her; so bad I can't stand it. I've never turned down a girl that looks even half as beautiful as her and I'll probably hate myself for this. She may not want any attachments, but I can't do it to her. She deserves better. I want to claim her as my own; mark her mine, but at what costs? "Let's go inside and change clothes and we'll continue this there." I kiss her softly and lift her to sit on the side of the pool. I lift myself out of the pool and standing up, I reach for her hand. "Come on beautiful."
Walking into the bedroom, I grab two towels from the linen closet. I hand her a towel, along with a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. "Thanks, I'll be right back," she says as she turns and disappears into the bathroom. I remove my wet clothes and put on a pair of dry boxers. I sit on the edge of the bed, leaning forward, resting my forearms on my thighs. I can't stand the thought of someone else being her first, but for once, sex alone isn't enough; at least not with her. For once, I can't be selfish. I have to think about her and not myself.
The door to the bathroom opens. She saunters towards the bed. She has now tied her wet hair up on top of her head. As she gets into bed, she yawns. I pull back the comforter for her to lay down. Crawling in, she lays down on her side, facing away from me. I wrap my arm around her waist, placing my hand against her belly and I pull her towards me until our bodies are aligned. "What time is it? I should probably check on Presley so we don't miss curfew."
Pulling the blanket over our bodies, I nestle her in the nook of my curled body. She fits like a glove; like we were cut from the same cloth and now coming back together. "Just lay with me for a while, please." She doesn't say another word; just relaxes beside me. If I were breakable, this girl is possibly the only thing that could do it. That scares the hell out of me. That's the last thought I had before falling asleep with her in my arms.
CHAPTER 8
Kinzleigh
I'm having the most peaceful night sleep until I'm jolted awake by someone shaking my shoulder. I rub my eyes trying to wake up. "What time is it?"
Presley is standing over me beside the bed, talking in a hushed whisper. "It's almost two in the morning. We have to get going or my parents are going to ground me before my pool party." I then realize there is an arm wrapped around my stomach, holding me tightly as if to keep me from going anywhere. I can't see the look on Presley's face because it's dark, but I'm sure I'll hear about this later. I lift his arm carefully, slipping out of the bed as quietly as possible, to
avoid waking him. Tonight was probably one of the best nights of my life. I'm not quite ready for it to be over yet.
Maybe I can spend a few days with him and then everything can go back to normal. He makes me feel things I never knew you could feel and I haven't decided if that's good or bad. I want to feel him out some more. He's so easy to talk to and be myself around. I don't have to pretend to be someone I'm not around him. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to be friends with a guy. I can't deny I'm attracted to him. It sounds like neither one of us want to pursue anything more after hanging around each other for the time he's here, so maybe having a little fun won't ruin everything. At least when I have to leave this place, I'll have something to take with me. "Can you grab my clothes from the bathroom?" I continue her charade of whispering in hopes we can ease out of here without being caught.
"Yeah, but hurry up," she whispers walking to the bathroom. I walk around the bed to Breyson's side. I only have one thing to give to someone and that's my body. My heart will never be owned by another. That's just the way it is. I will forever hold my own heart in the palm of my hand. If I'm going to give a piece of myself away to someone else, I want it to be him. I've made up my mind. It may be stupid to lose my virginity without my heart involved, but that's the way it has to be. I won't risk everything in my life for something that will never last. It's time I do something for me instead of making everyone else happy.
I'm standing over him, looking down. He looks so peaceful. I bend over and whisper in his ear. "Thank you for tonight." I kiss him on the cheek and he stirs in his sleep. I still until he stops moving and head for the door, following behind Presley.
We quietly walk out of the door towards Presley's car. I can finally see her with the sensor operated flood light shining from the edge of the house. She looks at me, examining my clothes with a big smile on her face. "Shut up," I say smiling back at her. "I don't want to hear what is about to come out of your mouth. By the way, next time you want to rendezvous with a guy, can you at least be more private?"
She unlocks her car and we get in and she starts the engine before saying anything in return. As she pulls out of the drive she decides to respond. "If what I think is about to happen, happens, you'll find out being less vocal is not always possible. That boy is one good piece of ass." She looks at me with a smirk pulling up on her mouth.
"Do you have to be so crude about it? It's really awkward." The smell of Breyson's clothes passes through my nasal passage. It smells so good. It's a really clean smell of laundry detergent mixed with only his smell. I think I may keep this shirt.
"It's only awkward for you love, but by the looks of you smelling that shirt, that may change soon." Crap, I've been busted. I didn't even realize I was smelling it noticeably.
We pass through the dark streets in silence. "Presley, can I ask you a question without getting a bunch of crap from you about it?"
She glances between the road and me. "Sure babe, what's up? You know I only give you heck because you're my bestie right? I'm always here if you need to talk."
"What's it like?" She scrunches her brows showing she is clearly confused. "Sex I mean. Is it worth it? Losing your virginity."
"Whoa, Kinzleigh are you thinking about giving him your V-card?"
I shrug my shoulders. "I don't know. I'm just starting to wonder why I'm still hanging onto it is all. Most people, with it still intact, are saving it for the person they intend to give their heart to, but I don't plan on giving mine to anyone. He's just...different and maybe after tonight I'm a little curious. I've never been interested in anyone before. What better person than that to give it to. He's leaving in a few days Presley. It could be one of those awesome weeks you have and remember it forever."
She is watching the road, deep in thought. "I don't know Kinzleigh; your first time hurts. It isn't really enjoyable when you first start out which is why most people do it in a relationship. It kind of sucks at first; until your body gets used to it and that can take a few tries. Are you sure you can give something like that away without any emotion involved? It's kind of hard to go that far with someone and not develop an attachment. Even with my experience, I have to set myself in the right mind frame to not let emotions get in the way; it's human nature. What if you regret it? One day you may decide love is not your worst enemy."
I look at her, pulling my mouth up in disgust. "Um, no thanks. If I do this, it's for the point of avoiding that stuff."
We pull into Presley's house with a minute to spare. Parked behind my car is a white Porsche 911. As Presley kills the engine, I grab my wet clothes and walk towards the porch with her by my side. "Whose car is that?"
"Preston's, he just got home for summer vacation. He made the dean's list third year in a row at UC Berkeley. Since he's dad's mini me and will soon take his place in the Dunagin empire under dad after graduation, I guess dad is spoiling him for motivation to finish his business degree at the top of his class. Granddad is really on dad's case about stepping up as CEO so he can retire."
We get to the door and stop. Before Presley turns the knob, she looks at me. "Be quiet because I don't want my parents to see you dressed like that, not to mention Preston. You know he has had a killer crush on you for years. If he could ever take the Kinzleigh goggles off, he might actually stop sleeping around with every hot girl that walks in that frat house of his, unattached and settle down. He seems to think if he just has fun and stays single, you'll come to your senses and see that he's the best guy for you. I'm pretty sure if you gave him the go ahead, he'd have a ring picked out and purchased the day he graduates college."
I roll my eyes. Presley is always giving Preston crap about having a crush on me. I think she is one string being severed, away from insanity, but what do I know? There is no way Preston Dunagin is waiting around to date me. He's gorgeous with the same brown hair and blue eyes as Presley. He kind of reminds me of an Abercrombie model the way he's built. He's attractive and he knows it, making him cocky. He's really high on the preppy scale also; a pretty boy. He has that rich boy persona down pat. He tends to whore around a little too much for me, plus I've known Preston all my life. I'm not settling down ever, most likely, and nothing good ever comes from dating a friend of the family. It would ruin everything because it's destined for failure. Our families are too entwined for that to happen. I'm not interested and will not pretend that I am, no matter how happy it would make our moms.
We walk inside and quietly shut the door. All the lights are off so obviously everyone is asleep. We tip toe across the marble floor to the large staircase in the center of the foyer. Presley is already halfway up the staircase to the second floor when I start up the stairs. I grab the rail and ascend my way up to the second floor. When I get to the top, we turn right and walk down the hallway to Presley's bedroom.
When we get inside, Presley shuts the door and turns on the light, letting out a sigh of relief. She looks at me and begins to smile. "So...I want details and lots of them. How did you end up dressed in his clothes, asleep in his bed with him wrapped around you and you're currently still holding on to your V-card?"
I knew I wasn't going to get away without telling her anything. She is always ready for the latest juicy gossip. "I'll tell you, but first I have to pee so you're going to have to wait." I walk into the bathroom and take care of my business.
I'm standing at the sink, bent over washing the smeared makeup off of my face, when I feel two hands wrap around me from behind. I have soap all over my face and my eyes closed so I can't see who it is, but I have an idea. Presley and Preston's rooms are separated by a connecting bathroom that they share. Since he lives at the frat house on campus Presley has pretty much taken over, but they share when he's home for holidays and summer vacation. As I'm trying to rinse the soap off my face, a body aligns to the back side of mine. "I'm glad you're here," he says at a low whisper into my ear.
I grab a hand towel near the sink and stand upright, drying the water from my face. When I open my eyes, starin
g into the mirror in front of me, I see Preston towering over my short body. I turn around, standing against the counter. "Preston, what are you doing?"
"Something I should have done a long time ago." He leans forward, placing each palm on the counter, entrapping me, making us eye level. He is really close to my face, making me slightly uncomfortable. I try to look off to the side to put some distance between us. "When are you going to stop making me chase after you? When are you going to stop being difficult and give me a chance? You know we'd be good together. Our moms are dying to find a way to combine our families. I graduate in a year and I'll take my dad's place as CFO. I could take care of you and give you everything you want."
Is he on something? He has always been flirty but never all this. Maybe Presley isn't crazy after all. I guess I never considered the fact that they may talk like Konnor and I do. I turn my head back to him but try to lean back so he's not practically kissing me. "What are you talking about Preston? Where is all this coming from? Are you drunk and scheming to get in my pants because it's not happening. You have plenty of other girls trailing behind you willing to give it up, that you don't have to lie to."
It doesn't work though. He grabs me by the waist, picking me up and sets me on the counter allowing his frustration to be voiced. "You've known me your entire life Kinzleigh. Do you really think I'd tell you this to get laid? I would never do that to you. I want to be with you Kinzleigh." He scoots me to the edge of the countertop. "I have wanted you since I was twelve and you were nine and you came barreling into my fort demanding to be included. I've never wanted anything the way I want you."
I'm sitting there, blinking as if he just slapped me. He actually looks dead serious. "That's never going to happen Preston."
He looks angry. "Why the hell not? Just give me a chance. I can be what you want and what you need. I know you better than anyone."
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