Us(Perfect Chaos #3)

by Marie York

  I ran to her and bent down. Her blonde hair covered her face, so I pushed it away, cupped her cheeks and urged her to look at me. Tears streamed down my fingers, and I used my fingers to brush the tears away.

  “I broke a lamp,” she said through sniffs. “I think it was an antique.”

  “Fuck the lamp,” I spit, and gathered her in my arms. “Are you hurt?” I asked, standing up, and carrying her away from the jagged pieces, crunching on the glass as I went.

  “My leg.”

  I carried her out to the living room where I had a fire burning. It lit up the dark space enough for me to see where I was going. I brought Kennedy to the recliner that I had instantly thought about her curled up in the first time I saw it, and placed her down.

  I kneeled down in front of her, taking her leg in my hand. Her skin was soft and warm, and I dragged my fingers down it, looking for any imperfections.

  Blood dripped from her upper calf, and I could see a piece of glass sticking out. I had to get that out, and get this thing wrapped up.

  I took my shirt off, and placed it underneath her leg so she wouldn’t get blood on the chair. We’d already done enough damage to the house. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

  She grabbed my arm and yanked me toward her, and dammit, if that didn’t split my fucking heart in two. “Don’t leave me.”

  I reached up, taking her face in my hold. “I’m not going anywhere. I promise. But I do need to go to the bathroom, and see if they have a bandage.

  Her head began to shake back and forth, and tears welled in her beautiful brown eyes. I leaned in and kissed her forehead, hoping it would calm her down.

  “One minute. Time me,” I said with a smile. “Start now. One… Two…”

  She picked up on three, and I bolted toward the back of the house where the bathroom was. I used the light from my cell phone to scrounge the medicine cabinet. Thank God for old people and them always stock piling shit. I found some gauze, tape, and butterfly band-aids. I grabbed the supplies, and made a mad dash back to Kennedy, trying not to trip over anything myself.

  The fire crackled in the distance, and casted a glow over Kennedy curled up in the chair. She looked as beautiful as ever, and I took a second to just stare at her. It had only been a few days since I’d last seen her, but those days were fucking torture.

  “Sixty-five,” she whispered. “You’re late.”

  “Did you use Mississippi while you were counting?”

  “No.”

  “Well, then, technically, I’m early,” I said with a smirk. She rolled her eyes, and I squeezed in beside her on the recliner, taking her foot in my hand. “There’s a piece of glass. I have to get it out. But it might hurt,” I admitted.

  Her eyes were wide and panic filled as she shook her head and nibbled on her bottom lip. I needed to erase the fear from her face and her mind. It was literally destroying me.

  I pressed my finger to the bottom of her chin. “Look at me.”

  Her big eyes glanced up at me. It was the first time she really looked at me since that morning when everything fell apart.

  “Do you trust me?”

  She blinked away, and sighed. “I thought I did… You’re not the person I thought you were.”

  I tucked her hair behind her ear and locked eyes with her. “It hurts that you honestly believe that.”

  “What am I supposed to believe?”

  “Me. You’re supposed to believe me, but you won’t even listen to my side of the story.” I stood up, and ran my hands through my hair as frustration seeped through my veins. “You know what? Forget it.” I sat back down and took her leg in my hand. Whether she trusted me or not, the fucking glass had to come out of her leg.

  I turned her leg so it was at a good angle, and went to reach for the glass, when her hand landed on my bicep. I looked up, catching her gaze. “I trust you,” she said.

  I didn’t move my eyes from hers. I kept them locked on hers while I slid the piece of glass from her skin. She winced for a slight second, but the glass was already out. I cleaned up the wound, and then bandaged it up.

  I smiled. “See? That wasn’t so bad.”

  Her hand wrapped around my neck, and she crashed her lips to mine. Shock faded away to the electric current that shot right to my dick. I grabbed her face and kissed her back with everything I had, showing her how desperately I needed her and missed her.

  A moan rumbled up her throat, and I trailed my mouth down her neck. Her fingers knotted in my hair, and she yanked me back to her lips. I plunged my tongue into her waiting mouth, and met her tongue thrust for thrust.

  I didn’t know if she was just horny, or if she actually wanted me back, and for some fucking stupid reason, I needed her to know the truth before I continued. I pulled back, our breaths heavy between us.

  She curled her fingers around my bun, and tried to bring me back to her mouth. “Wait,” I said. “I need you to know. That baby. It’s not mine.”

  “It’s not?”

  I shook my head. “It’s not.”

  “Then, why would Nix say that?”

  “It’s complicated, but you said you trust me, and I need you to believe me. It’s not my kid.”

  Her hands crept up my abs and rested flat on my pecs. She looked deep into my eyes. “I believe you.” It was like she told me I won the fucking Olympics. She trusted me, believed me, and I finally had my girl back.

  I scooped her up off the chair, and went to walk to the bedroom when she kissed my cheek, and then my ear. “Let’s stay here.”

  “But, there’s a bed here.”

  “Beds aren’t our thing. And I’ve always dreamed about making love in front of a fire.”

  “I’m all about making dreams come true,” I said with a smirk, and lowered her to the floor. I reached behind me and grabbed a blanket.

  “I’ve missed you so much,” Kennedy said, climbing into my lap, and wrapping her legs around my waist. She grinded into my cock, and, with an entire week of wanting her, it turned to fucking stone.

  I pushed her hair out of her face, and pressed a simple kiss to her lips. “I missed you, too.”

  Her arms tightened around my neck, and I captured her mouth with mine, making up for all the time we lost. I swiped my tongue across her crease, and she parted, letting me in.

  I grabbed the hem of her shirt, and ripped it over her head, tossing it behind us. Her tits were covered in red lace that had my dick practically exploding. She rocked into me, and I buried my head in those beautiful mounds, kissing the swells of her breasts, and dragging my tongue along the material.

  I peeled the cup away, and dipped my head, taking her taut little nipple into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the peak until it was a hard tight bead.

  Her head fell back, and I ran my hand between her tits. I needed her so fucking bad. I got up on my knees, and laid her down on the blanket. I parted her legs with mine, and unzipped her pants, pulling them off. My dick throbbed at the matching red thong she was wearing.

  “You’re so fucking hot,” I growled as I stared down at her, wanting to devour every inch of her. I leaned over her, and kissed her, a game of give and take until I broke away, and trailed my tongue down her neck.

  I sucked at the sensitive spot in the crook of her neck, and she dug her nails into my shoulder. She reached down and undid my pants. I stood up and kicked them off. Her hand wrapped around my throbbing cock, and she stroked it, sending chills up my spine. I unhooked her bra, and she let the cups fall away, the straps slip down her arms until it was on the floor with the rest of her clothes.

  “You’re so hard,” she moaned against my ear.

  “Always for you. Always.” I dipped my hand into her thong, and ran my finger across her clit. She arched at the contact, putting her tits right in my face. I bent down and sucked her nipple into my mouth, nipping and licking. She arched again, and I thrust a finger into her dripping wet pussy.

  “Oh my God, Beckham,” she screamed, and I cu
rled my finger to hit her g-spot. She bucked, and pushed her pussy hard against my hand.

  “That’s right. Fuck my finger.”

  She didn’t hesitate, rocking back and forth as my finger went in and out of her gorgeous wet pussy. I slipped another finger in, and she smacked her hands on the floor, gripping the blanket beneath us.

  She felt so fucking good, but I needed to taste her. I grabbed her thighs, and buried my head into her wetness. I flicked my tongue against her clit, and then sucked it and licked it. I dragged my tongue down, tasting every inch of her glorious pussy.

  “I need you. Inside me. Now,” she demanded, her voice more breathy than forceful.

  I tightened my grip on her thighs, and yanked her closer to my face, thrusting my tongue into her. Her fingers laced through my hair, and I continued driving her fucking crazy.

  “I’m going to come,” she called out, and I sucked her clit a little harder before ripping my face from her delicious juices, and plunging my throbbing cock inside her.

  She moaned out in ecstasy, and I crushed my lips to her. I snaked my hand around her head, and held it up, while I thrust, slowly and deeply.

  Her eyes opened, and they were heavy with pleasure. She had never looked more beautiful. “I love you,” I said, and linked my fingers with hers, curling them around her hand, and not letting go.

  I trailed my tongue down her neck, and followed it back up with kisses. I rocked into her with slow steady thrusts.

  Her moans grew louder, so I threw slow out the fucking window, and shoved into her. I licked my thumb, and circled it against her clit. Her body arched again, and I continued my hard, relentless thrusts.

  Her muscles tightened around my cock like a goddamn vise grip as her orgasm overtook her. She threw her head back, her eyes rolling back with it, as her body convulsed beneath me. When her body went lax, I drove into her, taking her leg, and placing it on my shoulder.

  I held her leg as I fucked her hard. She screamed out again, and that was my undoing. It was like an explosion erupted as I came, spilling my seed inside her.

  I collapsed beside her and she rolled over, kissing my nose. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder, and held her as tight as I could. I swore to myself then that I would do whatever it took to keep her in my arms.

  Chapter 12

  Kennedy

  I rolled onto his chest and cuddled into him. He was warm and smelled of that heavenly scent that was solely his. This was perfection. Lying in front of a fire, naked, with the man I loved.

  His phone buzzed beside me, and I picked it up. A message flashed across the screen, and I wondered if he and my brother were talking yet? I hadn’t spoken to either of them.

  I swiped his phone, and an ugly, nasty lump formed in my stomach. Looking back at me was a picture of a baby with the caption, So you tell me, does he have your eyes?

  Anger, regret, sadness and every sickening emotion possible smashed into me. I jumped up from the floor, needing to get away from him. I walked over to the couch and slumped into the cushions. He lied to me. What was all that bullshit about him asking if I trusted him? He made me feel like I was a bitch for doubting him. For not listening to him. When all along he was lying to me.

  He shifted and went to reach for me, but when his arm didn’t find my waist, he sat up, searching the living room. His eyes landed on mine and he smiled. “Hey you.”

  Unable to look into those gorgeous familiar eyes of his that had the power to render me thoughtless, I blinked away and stared down at his phone in my lap.

  “What is it?” he asked. “Is it your leg?” Panic rose in his voice as he grabbed hold of my bandaged ankle.

  “My leg is fine.”

  “Then what is it?”

  I took a deep breath and held up his phone, revealing the text with the picture.

  His body went lax in defeat and regret dominated his features. “That’s not what you think.”

  Did he honestly think I was going to fall for that crap again? I was sick of being lied to. Being coddled because people thought I was too young and dumb to handle life and the truth. I was done. “You’re a fucking liar,” I screamed, and threw his phone at his head.

  “Ow! What the fuck?”

  “Stop lying to me.”

  “I’m not.”

  . “You are!” I threw my hands in the air and then stood from the couch. “You trust me, right? It hurts that you said that,” I mocked him. “Tell me, did you just say all that just to fuck me?” Stupid pitiful tears pricked my eyes, but I forced them back. I wouldn’t let him see me break. Not anymore. I was stronger than I gave myself credit for and it was time I became that girl. I wanted a happily ever after but not at the expense of lying down like a floor mat and letting myself get constantly manipulated and walked on.

  He ran his hands through his hair and stood up. I tried not to focus on his naked body, choosing to stare at the picture frames on the mantle behind him instead.

  “First of all, why are you reading my fucking messages?”

  “I was curious if you and Nix were talking yet?”

  “Then you could’ve asked me instead of snooping through my shit.”

  I pointed my finger at his chest, trying to control my rage. “If you had nothing to hide, you wouldn’t care.”

  This time he threw his hands up in the air, and walked away from me. He turned around and came back, getting inches from my face. “You said you trusted me!”

  Anger surged through me, and I pushed his chest with all that I had. “I’m obviously a fucking idiot.”

  He grabbed my wrists, and I tried to rip them away, but he wouldn’t let them go. His hold tightened, and he pulled me to him. “You’re not a fucking idiot, and don’t ever say that again. You hear me?” he growled. There was an intensity in his gaze that I had never seen before. As if me saying that about myself snapped something inside of him, releasing an angry beast.

  I narrowed my eyes, refusing to respond, mainly because I couldn’t look away from him. Couldn’t focus on words. They were a jumbled mess in my head that kept slipping out of reach.

  “I didn’t fucking lie to you. I said that it wasn’t my kid, and it’s not.”

  Un-fucking-believable. He lied right to my face again. Why didn’t he think I could handle the truth? He has a kid, and yeah at first it upset me, but I was willing to look past it. To accept his decisions. Yet he still wasn’t man enough to admit the truth to me even when it was staring us both in the face.

  I struggled against his hold, pushing and pulling, trying to break free, but it was an impossible feat. “Stop lying to me. I don’t need protecting. Just tell me the truth,” I screamed.

  His grip lessened as the anger in his features turned solemn. “I’m not lying.”

  I took a deep breath, knowing damn well if I didn’t I’d only scream. I needed to be calm and show him that I wasn’t a fool. “There is a baby on your phone with a caption asking if it has your eyes. Tell me, how I’m reading this all wrong?” He finally let go of my wrists.

  He walked away and began to pace. His naked body was gorgeous, all hard ridges and perfectly defined lines, but I couldn’t let it distract me. He was more than a body and right now I needed the part that mattered to give me what I needed most. I needed the truth.

  “You lied,” I said again, so he could hear the hurt in my voice.

  He came to me, cupping my cheeks.

  “I didn’t, and I wouldn’t. I fucking love you.”

  “If you loved me, you would tell me the truth.”

  He took a deep breath, and sat down on the recliner. A million emotions ran across his face as he finally began to talk. “Freshman year, I became really good friends with this girl, Jessica. She was like one of the guys. She’d hang out with me and Nix and partied harder than both of us. I never slept with her. Not saying I never tried. I did try once when I was drunk, but it meant nothing. She was always seeing someone, but he was a mystery. No one knew who he was, and she wouldn’t tell u
s. We just assumed she was making it up so the guys would stop hitting on her. Turns out, she was sleeping with her professor.”

  I rested my hand on my mouth as the words sunk in.

  “He knocked her up, and then denied it. She showed up on my doorstep one night, a fucking wreck. He threatened to fail her if she told anyone. His threat didn’t bother her. What scared her the most was getting kicked out of school if the wrong person found out. So, I told her I’d take the fall. Tell people I was the father, so there’d be no speculation. I had a reputation, so it was totally believable. I was planning on transferring anyway.”

  Beckham wasn’t lying to me. This whole time I thought he was capable of such betrayal when all he was trying to do was to protect a secret that wasn’t his to share. I sat down on the couch next to him and listened to the rest of the story.

  “The only reason I went there was to get as far away from my father as I possibly could, and I was sick of letting him have any effect on my decisions. I always wanted to come here. You and I talked about it once.”

  “I remember.” I smiled, remembering that night. It was late. Well past one in the morning, but I didn’t care. I would’ve stayed up all night to talk with him. His excitement for the school was one of the reasons I had chose it, though I would have denied it to my death.

  “So, I took the fall so she could continue to go to school without people talking.”

  “But why? Why would you do that? You didn’t owe her anything?”

  He linked his fingers behind his head and rested his elbows on his knees. “You’re right. I didn’t,” he said, and then stood up. “It was selfish really. I wanted an out. And, with that type of excuse, no one would ask me to stay or try to talk me out of leaving. Nix practically packed my bags for me, and told me to get the fuck away from there. So I did. I came here, and I had a fresh slate. The problem was, I didn’t know how to start fresh. I fell into my same old habits. It wasn’t until you showed up that I finally felt like it was the new beginning I had been searching for.”

  I wanted to believe him completely. He was the guy of my dreams. I wanted to spend my life in his arms, and find new places to make love. But, there was still something keeping me from him. “What about the caption?”