He scans my face before he goes on. I know it's to make sure I'm not about to have a panic attack. "Before you jump to any conclusions, I know you don't want kids and in turn that's why you don't want to get married. I've been around you long enough to know that you don't want to be held back. I'm okay with not having kids as long as I have you. I will never hold you back from cheerleading. I will never pressure you to marry me, unless I know it's what you want. It's not a contract that says you're tied down to me in the career sense. I will never make you choose. I am willing to go wherever you want. We have businesses all over this country and dad wants to expand globally. I have the means to make you happy at my fingertips. I just need you to trust me."
I begin rubbing my forehead, trying to process all this information. I'm not used to someone knowing me like their favorite book. It's a little intimidating. I didn't know I was so obvious. "What exactly are you proposing?"
"Nothing as well as everything. I don't want you to take this for more than it is and run off scared. I just want you to think about it this year. When I come to your senior graduation, I will bring all this up again, but not a second before. I know you want to be in California. If, at that time, you accept my proposal, you will move back here with me and we will buy a place of our own and see how things go. That's all I'm asking Kinzleigh. I'm not asking for your hand and I'm not asking for babies. If I wanted all that in a set time period, I wouldn't be after you. I know you're not like every other typical girl and that's one of the things I love about you. I learned a long time ago, if I wanted a chance with you, it had to be on your terms. That's all I'm asking for is a chance. Don't over think it and don't try to come up with an answer today. Live the same way you would if I never mentioned it. I do want you to know though, I will not touch another woman until we talk at your high school graduation. I know I can't expect the same of you, but I can't pretend with other girls anymore when the one I want is right here."
I can't even begin to think about all this. At least I'm not as freaked out as I would have expected, being in a situation like this. I guess when it's all laid out in front of you there isn't a whole lot to freak out about. Maybe it's that I don't really have to process all of it right now. He does make some good points, I have to admit. "Why have I never noticed you felt this way?" It's all I could say.
He smiles, a genuine smile, for the first time since we've been here. "You tend to only notice the things in the world of Kinzleigh, I guess, omitting out the things you don't want to see."
"I don't really know what to say, but I'll think it over. I'm sorry I can't say more. I'm still a little shocked, to be honest."
He stands, reaching for my hand, and pulls me to my feet. He cups my face in his hands, like in the bathroom last night. "Hey, you don't have to be sorry Kinzleigh. You're reacting better than I expected. I am sorry to suddenly throw this on you. I know how you panic under pressure. I thought you would be in California for senior year. I've been thinking about all this since dad mentioned you moving."He looks me in my eyes. "Can I kiss you one last time? I swear I won't discuss it again after today, until the time comes. I'm true to my word."
What am I supposed to do? I'm not one for kissing multiple people in one day; it's rather trashy to me and low class. He's waiting for my response and I can see the hope in his eyes. He did say he wouldn't bring it up again for a year. I guess one time wouldn't hurt. He looks pretty miserable. I won't be seeing Breyson anymore anyway. "Okay."
He pulls me in slowly, touching his lips to mine. He kisses my bottom lip and then my top. He sucks my lips into his. He kisses me as if he's trying to cherish this moment, memorize it. He lightly licks my bottom lip, asking for entry. Well if I'm going to do this I might as well make it count. I slip my tongue into the opening of his lips. He entwines his tongue with mine. It's warm and mingles needfully.
He walks me backwards until my back presses against something hard. He picks up pace just slightly. He kisses as if he's a dying man. He runs his hands down my body and stops just below my butt, picking me up. I wrap my legs around his narrow waist. He continues to kiss and suck and nibble. I'm not sure how much time goes by, but he finally moans and releases me. He sets me down onto the floor. He cups my cheek in his right hand and brushes his thumb across my bottom lip. "Thank you. That means more to me than you know. I'll think about this moment every day for the next year. This will be what gets me through my last year of school. I'll just have to make it last until I come back for you. I will come back for you Kinzleigh. Come on, let’s get you home."
CHAPTER 11
Breyson
I'm a pretty laid back guy in my opinion, but there is one thing I hate; to be judged. I'll be the first to admit when I've done wrong. In this case, I have. Even though I know the true situation with Natalie, I shouldn't have kissed Kinzleigh while I was dating her. I even understand her anger, because normally I don't tolerate any form of cheating; It only causes death. Whether it's death of the heart or the body, it's all one and the same. I have a dead cousin to prove it.
I attempted to fix the error of my ways, by breaking up with Natalie and I even came clean that I had taken interest in someone else. What pisses me off is that she didn't even give me a chance to explain. We live in a country that prides itself on being innocent until proven guilty, so what was that exactly. If she wants to refuse speaking to me once she's heard me out, fine, but I deserve a chance to explain what I'm being accused of.
I'm so mad right now I want to hit someone. I want to hit someone hard and repetitively. I need to blow off some steam. I have been called a playboy, a jerk, man whore, along with everything else out there, but I will not be called a liar. I have always told the truth. Not one time did she ask me if I was dating someone. Some may say that omission is a form of lying, but I don't exactly think normally when I'm around her. That has to count for something. I have been with my fair share of women for a seventeen year old. Some my age, some older and I'll own up to every accusation that is true, but I will not allow someone to believe a lying, deceitful bitch over me. I never once was all over that slut at that party. To be lied on that way is low, even for a girl. Girls like her are what give guys a bad rep and in turn form man-hater groups all over the place. I don't know if she's mad she got turned down or jealous, but I will find out.
Right now, though, what bothers me more is that I just had to watch Kinzleigh leave with that little rich playboy just waiting to get his hands on her. I know his type. They sit around playing the best friend role until they can swoop in and take her when someone else takes an interest. What does it matter? She was pretty clear she didn't want to see me again. I sit down on the steps, trying to ponder my next move. What is it about this girl I can't let go?
Under normal circumstances back home, I would just go find a random, attractive girl, and take her somewhere private because I never waste time on one girl. I usually have a choice pick. The problem is, I've now tasted the best there is. Anything else would be like shooting cheap whiskey after being offered a shot of Johnnie Walker, black label. I'm sitting here, lost in my own head, when red toenails come into view. I know it's not Kinzleigh because there is no anklet surrounding the left ankle that is always present, it seems.
My eyes travel upward, along the seams of long tan legs. She's wearing a black and red polka dot bikini and her stomach is flat, with a bar through her naval. She is skinny with a nice sized rack. Maybe this is my answer to all this frustration, I think, until I reach her face. When I look up it's Lexi. Well she does have some balls, I give her that. "What the fuck do you want?" I normally try to watch my language around the ladies, because foul language is just in bad taste unless around the guys, but she has really pissed me off.
"What a shame. It's such a waste of one fine specimen of a man; chasing after a girl that is better than you. By the looks of you, I'd guess you've had several girls accompany you in bed, and I bet you know how to satisfy...and well. I don't mind you being a man-slut, personally, b
ut Kinzleigh is different. Every guy wants her and every girl wants to be her. She's the closest thing to perfection any girl will ever be. She's sweet, innocent, and hot as hell; ask any guy here at this party. Preston Dunagin has had his eye set on her for years and I'd say, it appears he's pretty close to finally getting her." She walks over and sits next to me.
"If she was going to settle down with someone, it'll be him, but Kinzleigh isn't really the settling down type. Her dreams are too big and her hearts not for the taking; trust me, I've watched so many attempt and fail. No man will ever lasso her heart. Isn't that a term you southern people use? The only way a man will get the likes of Kinzleigh Baker, will be to ride along beside her; no expectations to make her love him. I'm not saying he hasn't been with girls, because a boy like that is hard to turn down. He has the looks, personality, and the money, but he's done the one thing you haven't; put in the time with her. He's stayed in the friend zone for years. He gets his fix from time to time and every girl he hooks up with is a physical replica of Kinzleigh. I'm pretty sure one girl even mentioned he called out her name upon climax. He's just meeting his needs until she's eighteen you see, because once he gets her, he isn't letting her go. Heed the warning, because it's going to happen whether she lets you in for a while or not. He'll get her when he gets out of school. He's a very patient man. I know this because I've tried to bag Preston for myself, so I know this for a fact. Besides, he makes it pretty obvious so it's hard to miss. People like you and I should stick together."
I'm so mad, I can't even speak. I pop my knuckles in frustration. I can't even look at her, because I'm afraid I'll hit her. "Awe, don't be upset, sweetie. I'm doing you a favor." She runs her fingertip up my arm and down my front. "You want a girl with some experience anyways. I know what a guy like you needs to hold your attention." She purrs in my ear, brushing her breasts against my upper arm. "Come on sexy, I can give you what you really want. Why don't you stop fighting it and give in?" That's what this is about; jealousy. It's a poisonous emotion, and deadly in the wrong person. I guarantee she is used to getting her way. She knows exactly what she's doing, planting all that information in my head like a plague, wanting it to spread. Two can play that game.
"You're probably right. I need a girl that can keep up with me," I seethe. She stands up and begins to strut a little, thinking she's won.
"I'm glad you understand," she says smiling. I trail after her in the direction of the side of the house. We enter through a laundry room door. As she walks through, she glances around as if making sure she's unnoticed. I think Presley's parents were in the kitchen area outside if that's who she's looking for. We walk to a small set of service stairs. She begins to ascend them quietly. When we reach the top, she walks to the end of the hallway and stops at the farthest room.
Looking back at me, she smiles. "I can't wait for this. I've wanted you since I saw you at the beach. I can only imagine what's in store for me," she says looking at my shorts.
We walk in what appears to be a guest room. In the center of the room sits a queen size bed. The walls are a light yellow and the bedding a yellow and coral paisley print. I walk to the center and stop not far from the bed. She circles around me like an animal circling its prey. "You sure you're ready for this? I don't go slow. I'm not the love making type. I like it rough and rough is what I'll give," I say low.
She licks her lips. "That's what I was counting on," she says seductively. She closes the space between us. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she pulls in for a kiss. I allow her to kiss me, but I will not touch her tongue. I will not taint my mouth with her bitterness, after experiencing the sweetness that is Kinzleigh. I grab her thighs and pick her up roughly. She wraps her slender legs around my waist. I slip my hands underneath her bottoms, close to her sweet spot but not touching; only to tease. She moans against my mouth. "I need more." She begins rubbing herself against me, clearly ready for me. I release her lips. I can't stand her touching my mouth any longer. I hate kissing; well, except Kinzleigh. I kiss down her neck to distract her.
Walking her backwards to the bed, I throw her down roughly on the mattress. She spreads her legs automatically. Girls like her require no effort at all. They are all the same. There is no chase and it's boring. All they are good for is a quick lay. No one ever takes this girl home to meet mama. I pin her arms above her head and straddle her. She rubs her foot between my legs in search of what she wants. "You want it?"
"You know I do. Get a condom and hurry up already." Her eyes are hooded and she is begging. I got her right where I want her. I lower my bottom half, resting between her legs, allowing her to get a feel of what she could have. I've always been well endowed. It's not showboating, it's the truth. When she feels it against her, she arches off the bed and wraps her legs tightly around my waist. "Oh, damn. I need you inside me; to fill every inch of me."
I lean closer to her, next to her ear so she can feel my body against hers. Whispering into her ear, I ram myself against her swimsuit; the hardness under my shorts prodding between her legs. Guys aren't like girls. It doesn't take feelings to arouse a man. Guys are physical creatures of habit. The right stimulation and physical attraction and the boy is good to go. She can get me hard and if I wanted to, I could sleep with her without being impaired sexually just because I practically hate her right now. The funny thing is, in no shape or form do I want her. I'd rather get myself off than allow her to get me off.
Teasingly I say, "Well that's just too bad isn't it? You'll never get this. I've been with plenty of girls like you. It's just not fun anymore. I'd rather spend the rest of my life chasing after a girl like Kinzleigh and never get her, than to settle for second best. The truth is, guys that sleep with you are imaging a girl like her. She's a truffle and you're from a cheap box of chocolate. You'll always live in her shadow because that's how you allow yourself to be. You may get other guys by conning them into sleeping with you, but I'm not one of them. Just a word of advice, if you ever want to be something other than a nice piece of ass to a guy, I suggest you change your tactics." I begin to distance myself from her. She is laying there with her eyes wide open in a daze. She goes limp. I'm normally not such a jerk, but she had it coming when she lied about me and then pissed me off. Someone needs to snap her back into reality. I've done what I came here to do. I stand up and turn for the door. Moving quickly, I slam it behind me.
I'm going after Kinzleigh. I will make her hear me out because the truth is, I'm already in too deep. I need a few more days with her. Rushing down the stairs, I dash to the front door.
I'm in a full fledge sprint out the door, headed to the Jeep. When I get to the driver door, I realize the keys are back at the party. Linking my hands on top of my head, I'm trying to decide what in the heck I'm going to do. I really don't want to go back to that party. From the corner of my eye, I notice Ryland's truck. Maybe he left the keys in it, since it's close to the house.
I make my way back to the truck and open the door to find out the keys are in fact in it. One problem down, but one problem remains. It is among several other vehicles crowded together in the driveway. There is a path I could get it out, but it's going to be a tight squeeze. I get in the truck and start the ignition. Pulling out my phone, I notice a text from Ryland.
Ryland: Dude, where did you go?
Me: Taking the truck. I need to find Kinzleigh. I'll explain later.
Ryland: Presley is freaking out about you having a girlfriend. Care to explain what happened in the five fucking minutes I had my back turned?
Me: Lexi started a bunch of crap and lied. Kinzleigh ran off with that Preston guy and didn't let me explain. I broke up with Natalie Friday night right after I kissed Kinzleigh. I was honest with her about meeting someone. No one cared to allow me to explain. Everyone just jumped to their own damn conclusions. Just handle it. I have to go man.
Ryland: Aight, bro. I got you covered. Next time keep me in the loop so I know what's going on.
Me: K
Looki
ng around, I begin to back out. I have to back up and pull forward a few times, maneuvering the truck, but I manage to get out. As I'm pulling out of the entryway gate, I realize I'm still in swim shorts. If her parents are home, this isn't the best way to show up. Headed to her house, I spot a thrift store on the way. I guess this is better than the alternative.
Pulling in, I kill the engine and exit the truck. It doesn't seem busy, but it is open according to the flashing neon sign over the door. I walk inside to racks upon racks of clothing. There is an older lady, about mid to late sixties with fully grayed hair, sitting at the front counter to the left of the door, reading a magazine. She looks up as the bell dings above the door. "Can I help you son?"
The darkness is beginning as the sun goes down. I'm not sure if Kinzleigh's parents are weird about house guests at night. Since I'm in a shortage for time, I guess maybe she can help. "Yes ma'am. I kind of left a pool party in a hurry and where I'm going, I need some clothes. I don't have time to run by where I'm staying. Do you have anything for me?"
She lights up as if I've just made her day. She must not get very many customers in here. "Oh wonderful! I think we can find you something, dear. Come on and follow me," she says, smiling a grandmotherly smile and walks from behind the counter toward the back of the store. Come to think of it, she kind of reminds me of my maternal grandmother. She's warm and welcoming with excitement every time I see her and she always has something baked, such as cookies or cake. She doesn't get many visitors. I should go see her when I get home. Mom keeps telling me she won't always be here, but I never seem to listen.
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