Beautiful Disaster

by Rye Hart

  “Me neither” I sighed. “Which is what scares me.”

  “I just don’t understand their issue,” Stephanie said, shaking her head. “Who cares if you date Dean? No one. I mean, God, it’s not like you two are getting married or anything.”

  “No,” I said with a laugh. “He did tell me he loves me, though.”

  “What?” Stephanie practically spit her water out of her mouth. Her eyes were wide as she leaned across the table and slapped my arm. “And you didn’t tell me?”

  “It just happened,” I said with a laugh. “Thursday night. We were laying in the back of his truck, staring up at the stars, and he just said it. ‘I love you’. It was like a dream or something. I never saw it coming.”

  “Did you say it back?” she asked.

  “Of course,” I said. “Dean is amazing. He’s so different from the guys we’ve grown up with. I mean, he’s older for one thing and way more mature. He’s really lived life, you know? His family is a little messed up, but he’s managed to become a really great person in spite of that. It’s kind of inspiring.”

  “Damn,” Stephanie said. “You really have it bad for this guy.”

  “I just don’t know what’s going to happen when I leave,” I said softly. “Obviously, he won’t move to Connecticut, so what then? Do we do long distance or do we break up?”

  “You can’t break up,” Stephanie said firmly. “You guys are like a real-life version of Romeo and Juliet.”

  “Seriously?” I laughed. “Shakespeare?”

  “Well, you are!” Stephanie insisted. “Think about it. You come from two different worlds. Your parents don’t want you together. It’s exactly the same thing.”

  “Except Romeo and Juliet’s families were at war with each other,” I said. “My family isn’t warring with Dean’s.”

  “Maybe they are,” Stephanie said conspiratorially. “Maybe that’s the real reason your parents are so set against this relationship.”

  “You’re crazy,” I laughed. “They’re just idiots who think Dean is beneath me.”

  “You should be beneath him,” Stephanie winked.

  “Steph,” I said with a groan. “Stop it.”

  “What?” Stephanie asked innocently. “You love him. He loves you. It’s only a matter of time before you have sex.”

  “I hope so,” I said honestly.

  “My little Caroline is growing up,” Stephanie sighed.

  We laughed and finished our brunch. Stephanie had a lot to say about my relationship with Dean, all of it supportive and encouraging. She hadn’t yet met him but she loved the idea of us being together when she saw how happy it made me.

  When we left the restaurant, we walked through town together, linking arms and stopping to stare in different shop windows. After a few minutes, we walked right into Dean as he was rounding the corner in front of us.

  “Hey,” he said, surprised. “What are you doing here?”

  “We’re stalking you,” Stephanie said. Dean glanced at her.

  “This is Stephanie,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Stephanie, this is Dean.”

  “Nice to finally meet you,” Stephanie said.

  “Yeah, you too,” Dean said. He nodded and smiled tightly.

  “We just finished brunch,” I explained. “What are you up to?”

  “Going to get my brother’s medicine,” he said. “He’s out of insulin and his diabetes is acting up.”

  “Oh,” I said with a nod. “Poor thing.”

  “He’ll be okay,” Dean said. “Just needs his meds.”

  “Well, we’ll let you-”

  “We’ll go with you!” Stephanie said enthusiastically. I jerked my head toward her but she ignored me.

  “Um, sure,” Dean said. He shrugged. “Whatever.”

  Stephanie clapped her hands with excitement and we followed Dean to the drugstore. I was worried he’d be annoyed by Stephanie but when he reached for my hand, my fears were quelled. I smiled and squeezed his hand as we stepped inside the store. Dean got his brother’s insulin and Stephanie grabbed a couple of bags of candy.

  Together, the three of us made our way to Dean’s house. I pulled Dean a few feet ahead of Stephanie so I could talk to him without her overhearing.

  “Sorry about this,” I said softly. “She’s just excited to meet you finally.”

  “It’s fine,” he said. “Not a big deal.”

  “Is your mom…” I began. “I mean, is it okay for us to come over?”

  “She’s not there,” Dean said as he stepped onto his street.

  “Oh?” I asked. “She’s not?”

  Dean shook his head and led the way toward the front door. I followed him inside with Stephanie on my heels. While Dean went down the hall to give his brother the medicine, Stephanie and I lingered in the living room.

  As I looked around, I noticed how much cleaner it was then the last time I was here. The broken vases his mother had shattered were nowhere in sight and there were fresh vacuum cleaner lines on the carpet. I smiled to myself when I saw fresh flowers sitting on their coffee table. I hoped this meant his mother was sober and that she had cleaned up after herself a little bit.

  “So,” I asked when Dean made his way back to the living room. “Where’s your mom?”

  “She checked herself into rehab,” Dean said.

  Stephanie jerked her head up to look at us but then quickly looked away. I could tell she was interested but didn’t want to pry. She meandered around the living room, looking at the pictures on the fireplace and pretended not to hear us.

  I stepped closer to Dean and let him pull me into his arms. He hugged me close, kissing the top of my head and breathing in my scent. When we pulled apart, I looked up at him and waited for him to continue.

  “She left last night,” Dean said softly. “She had a rare sober moment and said she wanted to get better. Daniel and I helped her pack her bags, and then, she left. She called this morning and said things were going well so far.”

  “That’s amazing!” I said.

  “Don’t get too excited,” Dean said. “This isn’t the first time we’ve been down this road with her. She always gets really excited about getting help. It goes great for about a week, and then, she checks herself out of rehab and shows up here, totally wasted and on a rampage.”

  I sighed and wrapped my arms around him again. I wanted to take away his pain and make his life just a little bit easier but I didn’t know how.

  “Just have hope that she’ll get through this. You can’t do it for her but you can believe in her.”

  “That’s not an easy thing to do,” Dean said darkly.

  “I know,” I said, sighing. “For what it’s worth, I really hope she gets better. I hope this is the time it sticks and that, finally, she’ll clean herself up and really be your mom.”

  Dean smiled weakly and kissed me. The kiss was fast, barely long enough to feel. I held him tightly, trying to convey just how much I loved him in that one hug.

  CHAPTER NINE - DEAN

  Sneaking around wasn’t easy but for Caroline, it was worth it. Her parents insisted on keeping us apart and I knew there wasn’t anything I could do to change their minds about me. They were judgmental assholes, just like everyone else from the country club, but I didn’t care. They, like Eric, were not worth my time. Instead, I spent every waking minute thinking of ways to be alone with Caroline without their interruption. It was Friday night and there was a carnival just outside of town that I knew would be perfect. It was just far enough away that Caroline’s parents wouldn’t know about it but not so far that we would have to be gone all night.

  I met Caroline down the road from Stephanie’s house. She parked her car there and then snuck out the back to meet me. Her parents never questioned things when she went to Stephanie’s.

  “Hi,” she said when she climbed into the cab beside me. She leaned over to press a soft kiss to my lips and then sat back with a smile on her face. “Where are we going?”

 
“I found this place just outside of town,” I said. “Should be perfect.”

  She grinned and I fired up the truck. While we drove toward the carnival, I couldn’t keep my eyes off Caroline. She was wearing a short little sundress that showed off her smooth legs. Every few seconds, my eyes found their way to the hem of her skirt. I longed to shove that skirt up and see what was hidden beneath. Already, I knew her pussy would be perfect but I hadn’t yet experienced its perfection for myself.

  “God, you’re gorgeous,” I muttered as we drove.

  “What?” She laughed.

  “That dress is so fucking unfair.” I groaned. “You’re torturing me.”

  “I’m just sitting here,” she said innocently.

  “You’re doing so much more than that,” I said softly.

  Her cheeks blushed but she smiled seductively and placed her fingertips on my thigh. I sighed and looked at her playfully. She knew what she was doing to me. By the time we reached the carnival, my dick was throbbing.

  We jumped out of the truck and made our way through the front gates. Caroline sauntered a few paces ahead of me, swaying her hips and shaking her ass for me. I shook my head and bit my lip, my eyes focused on her petite figure. When I caught up with her, I slapped her ass and growled in her ear.

  “Behave,” she said playfully.

  “I’m not the one shaking my ass...”

  I leaned down to press my lips to her ear, breathing softly and feeling her shiver against me. When she turned to face me, there was desire in her eyes. I grinned at the sight and grabbed her hand, pulling her toward the Ferris wheel.

  “The Ferris wheel?” she asked, raising her eyebrows. “A little romantic, isn’t it?”

  I just looked her up and down and pulled her forward. She giggled and sat down into the waiting car. I slid in beside her and let the Ferris wheel attendant lock us inside. In seconds, we were floating up, gliding over the other attractions. All the laughter and noises from below faded to soft murmurs as we moved higher.

  Caroline’s eyes found mine and I couldn’t wait another second. I leaned forward and claimed her lips, sucking her bottom one between my teeth and feeling her shiver against me. She kissed me back hard, her tongue desperately tasting mine. Our kiss grew more passionate by the second while our hands groped freely over each other’s bodies.

  Unable to resist for another second, I slid my hand up her thigh, slipping my fingers beneath her dress and stopping just before I reached her panties. I pulled my lips from hers, panting breathlessly, to meet her eyes.

  She stared at me for a second, a desperate hunger on her face. When she nodded, I growled and dove for her lips again. My hand moved higher as I moved her panties to the side and found her clit without effort.

  “Oh God.” She moaned against my lips and pulled away slightly, breathing heavily and locking her eyes on mine.

  I rubbed her clit gently, letting her slowly get used to my hand. When her legs began to tremble, I moved one finger lower. She gasped but didn’t stop me as I pushed my finger inside of her sweet, juicy pussy. She was so fucking wet that I closed my eyes and groaned. I longed to bury my cock inside of her but for now, this would do.

  While I massaged her clit with my thumb, I pumped my finger in and out of her. My eyes never left her face. I watched as waves of pleasure washed through her. Her eyes were half-closed and her mouth was hanging open. When I kissed her, she moaned and bit my lip hard. I moved my finger faster, desperate to see her come for me.

  “Oh my God,” she said softly. “Holy shit.”

  “Does that feel good?” I asked, my voice low and husky.

  I rammed my finger inside of her, hard and fast. She gasped and moaned, throwing her head back and thrusting her hips into my hand. The Ferris wheel continued to move around and around but we barely noticed. My entire being was focused on Caroline.

  “Oh god!” she cried out as she moved closer.

  “Come for me,” I ordered. “Come for me baby.”

  “Dean,” she moaned loudly, and I claimed her lips to keep her quiet.

  My fingers were ruthless between her legs. I rubbed her clit and thrust my finger inside of her, curling it upward with each entry. She was moaning and grinding against my hand, desperate and needy. As she came closer, I pulled back to watch her body.

  She was writhing and thrusting against my hand, her tits bouncing with the movement. I growled and moved harder, making her cry out. Her walls clamped down around my finger and she let out the sexiest sound I’d ever heard.

  “Fuck!” she cried. “Oh fuck.”

  I slowed my motions, rubbing her clit slowly and dragging out her orgasm. When she was done, I removed my fingers and slowly slid my hand back down her thigh.

  “We have to get out of here,” she said when she pulled away. “I want to be alone with you.”

  I nodded and raked my eyes down her body. She didn’t need to tell me twice. I was desperate to be with her without the noise and distractions of the carnival.

  The second the Ferris wheel came to a stop, we jumped off and ran toward my truck. Caroline was giggling as we flew through the crowd, not slowing down until we reached the truck and jumped inside.

  “Come here,” she said, pulling me toward her.

  She crashed her lips against mine, and I groaned, grabbing her hips and holding her close. I wanted to tear that fucking sundress from her body and ravage her right there in the parking lot but she had other ideas.

  Still in the dark parking lot, Caroline pulled her lips from mine and unbuttoned my pants. I lifted my hips just enough for her to shove my jeans and boxers down. My rock-hard cock sprung free, already dripping with want.

  I stared at Caroline, wide-eyed and in shock, as she lowered her head down to wrap those glorious lips around me. She licked the head, swirling her tongue around and sucking down my precum. The sight was so fucking hot that I could barely stand it. When she took me all the way in her mouth, I threw my head back and grunted.

  Her mouth took me with abandon. She moved her head up and down, twirling her tongue around me in seductive circles. Her long fingers wrapped around my base as I thrust my hips upward, desperately searching for her throat.

  She moaned against me, sending erotic vibrations shooting through my body. I groaned and tangled my fingers in her blond hair. She let me take control, lifting my hips upward and pushing her head down. I moved gently but with determination, my eyes never leaving her face.

  She looked up at me, locking eyes with me and moaning. The image was everything, and I felt myself getting closer to release.

  “Good God, baby.” I moaned. “Holy fuck!”

  She took me down her throat and I was a goner. I thrust my hips upward while she took me in further each time.

  “Fuck!” I cried out.

  Caroline looked like a goddess. Just as I was about to finish, I pulled up on her hair to warn her, but she shook me off. She pulled me deep into her throat and squeezed my thigh in silent permission. I couldn’t hold it back another second. I shot upward, coming so hard that I felt like my body was going to break apart.

  “Holy shit,” I cried out as my orgasm shook me. Caroline slowed her motions, sucking me clean as my orgasm washed through my body. I couldn’t breathe or think. Nothing felt real except Caroline. Caroline’s mouth. Caroline’s body. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her.

  When she finally sat up, letting me slide out of her mouth with a small pop, I moaned again and stared at her swollen lips.

  “That was fucking incredible,” I said breathlessly.

  She smiled and kissed me softly, running her soft fingers along my sensitive cock. We kissed slowly, just savoring the moment.

  When we pulled apart, I pulled up my pants and tucked myself away, still staring at her in disbelief. I always knew Caroline was special but I never knew just how much she could blow my mind. As I stared at her, she looked back at me with that same hunger still in her eyes. The night was young, and we weren’t even
close to being done with each other.

  CHAPTER TEN - CAROLINE

  “Where should we go?” I asked softly. Dean’s arm was wrapped tightly around my shoulders as we drove away from the carnival. I rested my head on his chest as I stared out the window, looking at the stars above.

  “I know a place,” Dean said, his voice low and gentle. “There’s this old cabin not far from here. It’s been abandoned for years.”

  “That sounds amazing,” I said. Dean tightened his grip on me and kissed the top of my head. In that moment, I knew I would never feel this connected to another person for the rest of my life. I nuzzled closer to him, breathing in his scent.

  Dean drove us down back roads, moving the truck deeper into the surrounding trees. Soon, the only light was that coming from the truck’s headlights. I felt like we were moving through a dream as Dean drove us closer to the cabin. When we pulled up, I felt my body shaking with anticipation.

  Dean helped me out of the truck and took my hand as we climbed the front steps. The cabin was old and looked to be falling apart but I didn’t care. To me, it was the perfect place. When we stepped into the living room, Dean moved quickly to the fire place. He shoved some things aside and grabbed a few logs from the floor. He threw them in and pulled a box of matches from his pocket.