Accent Hussy (It Had 2 B U)
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“Finally,” she breathes. “I was wondering when you were going to open your eyes and see how perfect my son is for you.”
Breezy blushes. “Did everyone but me think that Max and I were meant to be together?”
“YES!” My mother, Max, my dad and I all shout in unison. Then we burst out laughing.
It’s not often that we have a sit-down breakfast. It’s really nice.
I notice my dad is being overly quiet, not that he isn’t normally, but today he seems really quiet. My mom seems a little distracted as well. I wonder what’s going on with those two?
“Dad, are you okay?” I ask.
His head shoots up and he looks at me strangely. “Sure, honey, why do you ask?”
“You’re quieter than usual.”
“I’m sorry, just lost in thought. I got some bad news yesterday.”
“What’s wrong?” Max asks.
“I’m being let go from work. Your mother and I need to figure out how to keep paying the bills. She may end up having to go back to work.”
I hadn’t discussed with either of them about moving back into their house; this seems like the perfect time to bring up the subject. “Could you use an extra income? School ends here in a couple months. Max and Dashawn are opening up their gym and have offered me the job as business manager. The only thing I haven’t found yet is a place to live. I was thinking maybe I could move in here. I could redecorate the basement and make it my small apartment or something.”
My parents share a look between them. It’s that “what do you think” look. My mother smiles.
“Everly, you know you and Max are both welcome to stay with us anytime you like. I couldn’t ask you to pay rent, though. It’s our jobs as your parents to take care of you when you need us.”
“That doesn’t mean I can’t help pay the bills here. You two will need the money. I’m not taking no for an answer. You’re going to let me help pay some bills—rent, utilities, whatever you need help with, okay?”
“We can help out too, Dad,” Max pipes in. “I have some money set away. I could pay some bills for you until Everly gets moved in.”
“We couldn’t ask you to do that,” my father says with tears in his eyes.
“You two have taken care of us for our whole lives, Dad. Let us take care of you two for once. Max and I want to help. We both know you’ll be able to find a job, but until then, let Max and me help you out around here,” I exclaim.
“Yes, I agree with Everly. You must let us help out,” Breezy chimes in. All four of us look at her and she smiles. “I’m part of this family now, too. I want to be able to give my input.”
My father laughs. “Breezy, you’re more than welcome to pipe in anytime you want. You can even talk for my son if you want. God knows, he doesn’t always make the best decisions. Well, besides falling in love with you, of course.”
“Daaaaad,” Max groans. “I’m not that bad of a decision maker.”
“At least, you finally settled down before your man whorish ways ended up getting you in trouble. I was pretty certain if you kept going I was going to have to help you buy a new dick.”
“Seriously Dad? That’s physically impossible.”
“If it shriveled up and fell off because you didn’t take care of it, I’m pretty sure it would be me helping you find a new one, not your mother or Breezy.”
“It better stay exactly where it is,” Breezy exclaims. “I expect it to give me, at least, two kids.”
“Five,” Max exclaims. “I want five kids.”
“You’re not the one pushing them out of your body, Max. Three is as high as I will go.”
“Fine, three, but I want two boys and a girl,” He laughs.
“Your DNA is what picks the sex of the baby. So if you want two boys and a girl, then you better giving your little swimmers a pep talk,” Breezy argues.
“Are you two already thinking about giving me grandbabies?” My mother asks excitedly. “I told your sister I would not tolerate any grandchildren from her, but I’m definitely ready for my son to make me a grandma.”
“The sooner the better,” Max grins. “I have ten years of no sex with her to make up for. If a baby gets made in the process, so be it.”
I finish my waffle and smile at my brother. “I better be informed immediately if that happens. When’s the wedding, by the way?”
“Probably not for another year. We want to get ourselves established, and Max still has to buy me a ring.” She glares at him.
“It was a spur of the moment admission of love I spilled in that karaoke bar. They don’t exactly sell engagement rings with the vodka behind the bar. You’ll have it today; we’ll go pick it out together.”
Breezy leans in and Max kisses her head. They really are perfect for each other. Breezy’s beautiful face really compliments my brother’s rough exterior. We used to have a bet going about how long it would be before those two hooked up. When year four went by and nothing was happening, we all realized nobody was going to win the bet and called it off. I think I had my money on two years, but I’m thankful she finally wised up and opened her eyes to the amazing catch my brother is. I may think he’s a goofball and annoying as hell, but he’s definitely meant for Breezy; he treats her like a queen.
“Well, I better get going. I love you guys.” Getting up from the table, I give each of my family members a hug. “I’ll see you guys in a couple months for my graduation.”
“I’ll miss you, kid,” my dad says, hugging me tightly. “Thank you,” he whispers into my hair. “I really needed your help.”
I fight a couple tears that have somehow snuck into my eyes. I hate being emotional. I’ve spent most of my life fighting my emotions. I don’t cry, like ever. Feeling teary over my dad thanking me is a little weird for me. I pull away and suck in a breath. Luckily, the feeling in my chest goes away and I no longer think about crying.
“Love you guys, and Breezy, welcome to the family.” I give her one last hug and disappear out the door.
In three months, my life will finally really begin. I’ll have a career to work towards, a family to keep together, and a roof over my head once again. I know it will be a difficult transition from the party/college life I am accustomed to, but in the end it will be worth it. It’s time for me to grow up, do my part, and start taking care of my family. Max will be busy building his own family unit, so it’s up to me to keep my parents going. It’s the least I can do; not only did they raise me, but I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for the two of them.
Chapter Eight
“How was your trip?” Jessi’s sitting on my bed. We share a dorm room together, but for some reason, she always likes to invade my space instead of staying in hers.
I plop into my desk chair and sigh. “Eventful,” is all I can manage to say.
“How’s that hot brother of yours? Did you put in a good word for me? Maybe tell him that there is a certain blonde who you think would be perfect for him?”
I turn to glare at her. “Your obsession with my brother is disgusting. Besides, he’s engaged now.”
“I thought you went up there because he and Breezy weren’t friends anymore,” Jessi frowns.
“I did. Turns out, the seven days they had apart was enough for her to realize that she’s in love with him. He got down on one knee and asked her to marry him, right in front of a whole bar of drunken karaokers. It was actually quite endearing. It almost made me want my own relationship . . . almost.”
“You don’t do relationships, Everly. Most of the time you’re so busy lying about yourself that by the time a relationship is ready to form, you’ve already ruined it.”
She’s got a point. I was so busy trying to be something I’m not with Leo, that I didn’t even notice he was faking being foreign until it was too late. I don’t even know why his accent attracted me so much. Jessi was right; his face was not attractive at all.
“Well, maybe someday I will be ready for a real relationship, but right now, I
’m having too much fun playing the field. Speaking of which, I actually had probably the best sex of my life the other night.” Thinking back to my night with Caleb isn’t easy. I feel like an ass with the way I left him. On the other hand, just because he’s insanely hot, good in bed, and his penis fits me like a glove, is not a reason for me to go running back to him to beg for forgiveness.
“What? Who? When? Where? Why?”
“What are you, a newspaper? His name was Caleb. He’s actually kind of an asshole. The only reason I slept with him was because of how hot he was. I don’t plan on ever seeing him again. Cocky assholes aren’t really my thing.”
“Did he have an accent?” she asks excitedly.
“Unfortunately, no. Not only was he a pain my ass, he was an unaccented pain my ass, which makes his ability to annoy me even more irritating.”
“Do you have a picture?”
“Why would I have a picture of him? It’s not like we went on a date and I expect to see him again. I used him for sex because I was horny and without it for four months. I needed a fix, that’s all.”
“What about Leo?”
“He tried to pressure me into sleeping with him. I found out he was only pretending to be British and told him I didn’t want to date him anymore. When he tried to force himself on me, I doused his pimpled face in pepper spray and told him never to talk to me again. I hope that spray seeped into his pores and burnt the shit out of his face. It’s situations like that one that make me want to learn how to protect myself.”
Jessi nods and lies back on my bed. “So tell me about this amazing sex you had. What was his name again?”
“Caleb, he was arrogant, demanding, dominant, and I swear to god, his penis was made for me. I’ve never had sex like that before. He did things to me that I just can’t explain.” I sigh and Jessi looks over at me and laughs.
“And you don’t want to date him because . . .”
“Because he doesn’t have an accent, he’s kind of a jerk, and I don’t want to date him.”
“Sounds like you were surprised by how much you really did like him but decided to run away because you’re scared.”
“I am not scared of Caleb. He’s hot and good in bed, but he’s also not my type at all.”
“Because he doesn’t have an accent.”
“Exactly! See, this is why you’re my best friend, Jessi. You get me.”
She rolls her eyes and flops on her stomach. She opens her mouth to say something, but there is a loud thumping on the door that startles us both. “Are you expecting someone?” She asks.
“Nope, are you?”
“No.” She gets up from the bed and walks over to our door. When she opens it, I groan. How the hell did he find me?
“Well, hello there Mr. Sexy. Are you lost or just looking for a good time? Either way, I’m your girl!”
“Actually, I’m looking for her.”
He points to me and motions for me to come talk to him. He actually does that come-hither finger thing people do when someone is in trouble and are to join whoever is mad at them immediately. Is he a stalker? How in the fuck did Caleb find me? He’s wearing a tight white shirt and denim jeans. He looks quite fuckable, and that’s infuriating.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t come for fingers,” I yell. “What the hell are you doing here? And how did you find out where I lived?”
“I know from experience that you do come for fingers, especially mine. You were easy to find. It took some massive digging, a few favors, but after about twenty phone calls, I was able to track you down. We need to talk, Everly.”
“There’s nothing to talk about.”
“Get up, get over here, and come talk to me,” Caleb demands.
“You can’t order me around, Caleb, I have nothing to say to you. I told you what happened would only be one night, so really, there’s no reason for you to be here.”
“Excuse me,” Caleb pushes past Jessi, walks straight up to me, picks me up from my chair and carries me out of the room.
“Wow, that’s fucking hot,” Jessi exclaims as we pass her.
“What are you, a Neanderthal? Put me down, Caleb.” I pound on his back, but I barely budge him. He carries me straight out of the building, right to his car. “What the hell? I’m not going anywhere with you.” I manage to wiggle out of his arms and contemplate screaming for help. Maybe a campus police officer will come and arrest him.
“I just want to talk. Here, you can have my keys, and then you will know we aren’t going anywhere. I just want ten minutes of your time, that’s all.” I take the keys from him and shove them into my pocket. He opens the door, to a fucking Lexus of all things, and helps me in.
“You have ten minutes,” I tell him.
“Look, I know you said I’m not your type because I don’t talk the way you want me to, and I get the other night was supposed to be a one-night-stand, but I can’t stop thinking about you, Everly.” He runs a nervous hand through his hair and growls in frustration. “I’m not used to this. I don’t usually chase after women like some crazy psycho. It drove me bonkers when I woke up and you were gone. I tried to forget about you but couldn’t. That night we had together kept coming back to me. Not only was it the best sex I’ve ever had, but there’s something about you that I can’t shake. I’ve never met a girl that keeps me on my toes like you do, let alone, puts me in my place and calls me on my shit. This is all new to me, and as crazy as it sounds, Everly, I want to date you. I want to take you out and buy you things. I want to show you what it means to be pampered and loved.”
I gulp. I need to stop this right now.
“Caleb, we barely know each other. I don’t understand how you could want to date me after the way I treated you. I’m sure you’re a nice guy, although you’re alpha-ish tendencies have me wondering if you should get looked at by a licensed medical professional. No sane man walks into someone’s dorm room and then carries her out of the room like some damn caveman. You were one step away from grabbing me by the hair and dragging me across the ground. Honestly, I’m not looking for a relationship. I don’t want to date anyone right now. We had fun, sure, but you’re lucky I still remember your name. I needed someone to help me get over my ex. We had broken up the day before I met you. It was a bad breakup. I could’ve gone home with anyone that night . . . you were just the lucky one.” I’m lying straight through my teeth. I wouldn’t have gone home with just anyone. I was attracted to Caleb—I still am. I’d probably do it all over again, too, if I actually let myself. The fact of the matter is, I’m not going to settle for Caleb because he’s phenomenal in the sack and is sexy as hell. I have a certain guy in mind for myself, and that’s not Caleb. If that makes me shallow, then so be it.
He laughs. “I don’t believe you. There was a connection between the two of us. You can’t deny that. I know I’m not the only one who was affected by our night together. You’re so flushed right now that I can feel the heat radiating from your body. You want me, just as badly as I want you, and I do want you, Everly.” He moves a little closer to me; the tension in the car gets thicker. Being near Caleb has my entire body panting with lust.
He reaches out and lightly brushes the sides of my cheeks with his fingers. Involuntarily my eyes close, I’m succumbing to his touch. His whole body leans across the car. His breath lightly wisps over my lips.
“Caleb, we won’t work together,” I breathe breaking the almost kiss between us.
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why won’t we work together? What’s your reasoning behind it? Give me three good reasons why a relationship wouldn’t work between the two of us and I’ll leave right now.”
“That’s easy . . .” I tell him. “For one, I’m not interested in dating you or anyone else.”
“Fine, I’ll give you that one. What else? Because I can tell you right now, the best relationships start when you aren’t looking.”
“Two, I want to be with a guy with an accent. You don’
t have one.”
“Anybody can have an accent. It just takes practice,” he says in a flawless British accent.
“You’re cocky and kind of an arrogant asshole,” I tell him, ignoring the fact that his fake accent just made me instantly wet.
“Well, you’re kind of a selfish, bitch. Oh and you’re also frigid and whiny. I think we’re even.”
“I am not frigid and whiny!” I screech.
“So you admit you’re selfish and bitchy then?”
“You’re impossible.”
“Just admit that you like me as much as I do you. It would make things so much easier.”
I cross my arms and glare at him. “Your ten minutes are up. Goodbye, Caleb!” I grab the handle to the door and go to get out of the car. He grabs my arm to stop me. The minute I look over at him, I’m met with the softest, most delicate kiss. My knees are instantly weak. His mouth searches for reciprocation as his tongue darts in and claims my tongue. Before I know what I’m doing, my hands are in his hair, and he’s pulling me onto his lap. His erection massages my thigh as I maneuver into a more comfortable position on top of him. Arousal overtakes me when his hands begin briefly brushing against my shirt, teasing my nipples over my clothing. I should be stopping this, but I can’t, not when my body yearns for more. I circle the girth in his jeans and slowly rub it back and forth. He groans into my mouth and sucks my bottom lip between his teeth, lightly nibbling it.
THIS. NEEDS. TO. STOP.
Each word is a silent plea for control. When I’m around Caleb I lose all control. I can’t think coherently. I can’t speak. I just feel.
Caleb’s hand slowly descends until it reaches my jeans, he’s barely touching me, but he might as well be three fingers deep in my vag because that’s exactly what it feels like right now.
“I knew you wanted me. I can feel the heat of your pussy through your jeans.”
And just like that, everything stops—the lust, the attraction, all of it is gone. All it took was for him to open that big, fat mouth of his and the chemistry vanished.