Destructive Silence (The Destructive Series)

by L. U. Ann

  “Oh my God, Becca! Lucas is going to shit his pants when he sees you, love. You are gorgeous!" I exclaim.

  Becca smiles while looking herself over in the mirror. She is wearing cut off shorts, and a lace top paired with black, chunky heeled sandals. She looks hot. "Yeah, I think I’m ready to knock ‘em dead on the dance floor tonight!" she says, sashaying across the room.

  "I can't wait! Let me get my sandals and we can go," I tell her as I search my room for the other shoe. “Damn, where the hell did I put it?” I mumble mostly to myself as I begin pulling all my shoes out of my closet.

  “Where did you put what?” Becca asks.

  “My other shoe,” I reply short of breath.

  “Great, another domestic blind moment, Lacey?!” Becca scolds me instead of questioning. I roll my eyes and move to look under my bed to search for the missing shoe.

  “Ah-ha! I knew it was here,” I cry. Tonight I chose to wear my white strappy sandals. Mom says they are more like heels. I love how they show off my freshly painted ‘beautiful berry’ toenails.

  "Hey Becca, are you still planning on moving in with your sister at college?" I ask while putting in my silver hoop earrings.

  "Yeah, why?" she asks confused.

  "I'm just wondering. You’re leaving in a couple months, and I don't want anything to change," I confess, hoping I would not become tearful.

  "Oh my God!” she says turning towards me with a hard stare. “What the hell, bitch? Don't you dare get all sappy and sissy on my ass now!” Oh dear, she’s annoyed and on a roll. “You and I will see plenty of each other. Nothing changes. In fact, I’ll become your annoyer-in-chief. You'll only be forty-five minutes away love. How dare you threaten my makeup with the water works by getting all girly on me now!" she says, annoyed.

  Shooting her an evil look I reply, "Where the hell do you come up with that shit?"

  “Um, hello? Have you ever heard of the fucking Urban Dictionary? I’m simply keeping it 100,” she says with attitude.

  “Becca, most people have no idea what the hell you are saying half the time.” I smile and blow her a kiss to keep her from going postal on me.

  "I could care less about what people think. This world is full of annoyertating people. Now get your ass out there. We have a dance floor to heat up," she manages to say as she shoves me out of my room. “By the way...” She stops, becoming distracted when turning the corner into the family room. Lucas' eyes nearly pop out of his head when he catches sight of her. Good, that will shut her up for now.

  I turn to Caine, who has already gotten out of his seat to grab my elbows and kiss my forehead. "Hi," he says.

  I smile, thinking he’s silly since we've already said our hellos. "Hi there yourself, handsome." I say, with an innocent smile on my lips, which he returns with one of his own. It’s a grin so sexy it would make anyone with a double X chromosome drop their panties.

  He sweeps past me, planting a swift kiss on my cheek. “You ready?” he asks. I almost forgot he was talking to me. My lustful thoughts from the heat of his breath on my ear have immersed me. I try to recover from the goose bumps while I watch him walk into the kitchen to bid his farewell to mom. He looks hot and sexy as hell, from his tight gray shirt and low riding jeans down to his black boots. His meticulously groomed dark, almost black hair gives him the look of a bad boy, the moves of a sex god, and a touch as sweet as a Granny Smith apple pie. Hmm, that boy should be banned from wearing jeans like that. He looks so yummy it could be lethal.

  “Oh... um, yes, let me go get my purse,” I finally answer. Whew, I need to get myself together or mom will not allow me out of this house. Quick, think of a distraction! “Good night, Cinnamon.” I say, picking him up and ruffling the fur on his head. Now that I have my hormones under control, I set Cinnamon down and walk out after giving mom a hug.

  Caine’s driving tonight. He opens my door for me and waits, allowing me to settle in before leaning down and placing a chaste kiss on my cheek. He walks around to his side while Becca and Lucas get in the backseats. Caine turns on the car and music immediately warms my ears. I love moments like this. The anticipation of losing myself on the dance floor for hours is exhilarating. It frees me to express my emotions with dancing.

  We walk into Hammerjacks, one of the clubs we frequent in Baltimore, and Caine pays my cover fee. Rozella's ‘Everybody's Free’ flowing through the speakers hits me, making my muscles move of their own accord. I think I've turned Becca into a dance junkie. She and I are in heaven. As soon as we are through the line, we pretty much walk away from Caine and Lucas to get our groove on. Poor boys. We immediately join others on the dance floor, filling out the techno vibe. It’s a good crowd as usual for a Saturday night. I've almost escaped into my bubble, to my peaceful place, when I feel a hand snake around my waist. Caine! Turning into him, he moves his hips with mine, allowing me to lead the movements. The lyrics flow through my veins. The pounding of the drums jolt my hips to move in sync with the beat. Caine pulls our bodies closer. We lose ourselves in the rhythm. Bending our knees as the music pulsates through us; his hand splays out across my abdomen. My back is to his chest with only moisture and our clothing separating us. This feels so good. Just being in this environment melts away all my worries and problems. I live for the moment as the music takes over my body.

  Caine takes control of our movements pressing my hips into his excitement. He takes his other hand and runs it eagerly over my body, staking his claim on me. The song changes and we carry on, moving together. His hands continue to roam freely without permission. I can feel the sweat beading under my hair. Caine’s hot breath is on my neck sending shivers down my spine. Kissing his way up to my ear, he exhales on the spot that makes me see stars. When I feel his moan arise from deep in his throat, I have to close my eyes. His hands leave their place to twirl me around until I’m facing him. His eyes are hooded, his chest is rising faster, and he brings his hands to the sides of my head for what I thought would be a kiss, but at the last moment, he pushes my head back, exposing my neck. Under his complete control, he peppers kisses down to my collarbone, with his hands spread out on the back of my shoulders. My arms are limp and barely holding onto him. I can hardly keep my eyes open when he pulls me in to nibble the top of one of my exposed shoulders. My legs become weak and butterflies take flight in my stomach with the sensual control he has over me. We are making out on the dance floor in sync with the music as he pushes me closer to the edge with the friction of his leg. Sensing my arousal, he places a hand on the small of my back to increase the pressure. I am breathing hard. The feeling is exquisite when he moves his mouth to slide his tongue slowly up my neck stopping at my jaw, and proceeds to plant wet kisses there, until he reaches my mouth. His kiss becomes hard without warning, making me curl my toes, and he knows I’m close. Pulling his mouth away for a moment while our bodies continue to move in a provocative manner, he looks into my eyes searching for answers to an unspoken question. All of a sudden, his lips are on mine again, the kiss becoming more intense until I find my release. Then he pulls me as close as he can to relish in what just happened. As I begin to come down from my high, he kisses my cheek, up to my forehead, and down to the other cheek. “Come with me,” he says. I nod, feeling as though I need some distance from Caine to clear my head. His presence intoxicates me.

  Caine practically drags me upstairs and leads me through another room playing different music. It’s not as crowded. We walk around the dance floor and down a hallway. I’m looking everywhere, confused. I remember the restrooms are the only things down this hall. He pushes the ladies’ door open with determination, pulling me in with him. There are a few women in here, but it’s nowhere near as crowded as the bathroom downstairs. I’ll have to remember to come up here when I need to go.

  Caine pulls me down the narrow aisle of stalls, stopping at the last one. It’s vacant. Once inside, he pushes me up against the wall and begins to devour me, only stopping for a moment to close the door and lock it. Taki
ng my face in his hands, he says, “I love you, Lacey. I have to have you, right fucking now.” Um... okay. His hand runs up my thigh, hiking my skirt up, and he pushes his excitement into me. I’m glad I wore a G-string tonight. It shouldn’t be hard for him to... Dammit!

  “Why’d you rip them?” I asked.

  “They were in my way,” he explains between kisses. I’ve never worn a skirt without panties. This is going to feel weird later.

  Caine begins to deepen our kisses as if he cannot get enough. “Lacey, oh my God. I have to have you. I was going fucking crazy on the dance floor. I thought I might explode,” he confesses. I begin to make work of his belt and the buttons on his jeans. “Push them down baby,” he instructs; and I do as he tells me. He picks me up. “Wrap your legs around me. Hurry! I’ve got to fucking get inside you,” he pleads. I wrap my legs around him and he directs his cock into my core. I gasp in ecstasy. I don’t know what it is, but this feels different. I feel as though I might lose it again. Caine slides in and out, and each time I find myself wanting more. Our breaths come quicker and louder. I forget where we are, and that there are possible witnesses on the other side of the stall door. Caine begins to move faster. I feel it. “Oh my God. Caine!” I gasp as warmth settles in my core, making me tighten my legs around him. He continues moving, but with greater force. He’s close. As I begin the downward spiral from my orgasm, he slows, filling me to the brim. OH. MY. GOD! That was fucking intense.

  He lays his head in the crook of my neck steadying his breath, my arms still tightly woven around him. Someone closing the stall door next to us brings us back to reality. He pulls back to look at me and smiles. “I love you,” he says.

  “You too. Now get me down. We need to get out of here before someone reports us,” I tell him. He fixes his jeans and turns to open the door. “Wait!” I yell at him. He looks up at me confused. “I have to pee,” I say.

  “Okay. Hurry up,” he replies.

  “No, you have to turn around. I can’t pee in front of you. That’s gross!” I say exhausted.

  “What do you mean that’s gross? Look what we just did. Peeing is nothing compared to...,” I hold my hand up to stop him. He rolls his eyes but does as I ask. I need to seriously clean myself up here without Caine examining me. And fuck me... no panties!

  Before we exit the stall, Caine pulls me in for another kiss. This one is gentle. He smiles as he opens the door and sure enough, there are ladies giggling as we walk by. I walk out with my head down and hidden in Caine’s arm. Caine is walking proudly, as if he just climbed Mount Everest or beat a world record. He leads me downstairs to join Becca and Lucas. We find them still on the dance floor and move towards them. Becca looks up, noticing we are back and scrunches her forehead. I smile and dismiss her inquisitions. I’m sure she will cross-examine me later. Caine has his hands on my hips pulling me back into the grind of the music.

  We dance through a couple more songs when Ini Kamoze's, ‘Hotstepper’ starts playing. I squeal at Becca. Both of us love this song. I begin making my way over to dance with her, abandoning Caine. He and Lucas go to the bar to order beers and watch us from the sidelines. Becca and I are facing each other seductively, sweeping our hips close. The beat changes and our moves now include our shoulders. We have our heads down, our arms are swaying, and our mouths are singing out the words of the song. We are oblivious to the swarm of bodies around us. I look up to find Caine, only I can't. A circle of bodies completely encases us. The boys around us are drooling. We're apparently putting on a show. As innocent as we are, it’s hard to believe that this kind of behavior actually draws guys in. Becca and I are only playing around. I catch sight of Caine, and he is clearly not happy with the attention we are receiving. Lucas is behind him and he quickly moves to sandwich us in, taking possession of ‘their territory’ once again.

  One of the guys watching from the sidelines tries to reach for me. He looks pissed at Caine and Lucas for interrupting his show. Caine pushes him back, knocking the guy off his feet. The circle grows wider around us as if we were in a boxing ring. Caine acts as if he’s going after him again. I move forward in an attempt to grab Caine’s hand to stop it from escalating but Lucas stops me. I’m scared and the look on Caine’s face is murderous; I’ve never seen it before. Lucas gets a hold of Caine before he pounds the interrupted interloper. I look at Becca and roll my eyes from the awkwardness. She starts laughing. I want to tell her how frustrating Caine’s possessiveness is, but we can't talk over the loud music, and the light show isn’t giving us the chance to communicate with eye contact. I shrug it off and join Becca in ignoring our boy's egos.

  A few hours later, we make our way to the exit, exhausted from dancing. Tonight Becca and I hardly left the dance floor; well, I did that one time. I smile. “I think the DJ tonight was new because the tracks he was throwing out were awesome,” I say to everyone. Caine pissed me off a few times, as he became more possessive of me on the dance floor, only leaving me to down a beer or two. Sometimes I like to dance without anyone touching me for goodness sakes. He gets jealous so easily. I don’t know why and it’s frustrating. I’ve never had a wandering eye. I’ve never caused him to think I was interested in anyone but him. Lately, his domineering attitude has gotten almost unbearable. It’s like I can’t breathe. He always needs to know where I am, what I’m doing, and whom I’m with. I’m becoming annoyed. To calm my nerves, I start singing ‘Hotstepper’ again.

  “Hey Lacey, thanks for the ear worm. I’m never going to get that song out of my head.” Becca says, fanning herself from the heat of the club. She begins to sing the lyrics to ‘Hotstepper’. After a few lines, I cut in. Becca takes over after another number of other lines and then we sing together. Turning our fists into makeshift microphones, we continue singing to each other in unison.

  We turn, singing to everyone walking by since the guys appear to be embarrassed by our vocal stylings. It throws us into a fit of laughter. Their embarrassment only encourages us to finish the song. Proud of ourselves, we continue alternating lines, ending the performance by giving each other a high five.

  "Ugh, I can't wait to get home and shower," I say as we walk to the car. Caine walks faster to catch up with me, grabs my hand, and laces our fingers together.

  "Are you sweaty baby? You know we could get you a little messier before your shower," Caine says, low enough just for me to hear, and wearing a smirk on his face.

  I turn my head to face him, "No, Caine. You've already marked your territory, thank you, and ruined a good pair of panties. I’m beginning to think I need to wash the pee off my leg," I say louder.

  "What?” he asks, completely shocked by my statement.

  “Caine, you practically pissed on my leg in there on the dance floor! I know the flock of buzzards lurking around me is overwhelming for you, but I am more than capable of keeping the guys at bay. I only have fucking eyes for you. When are you going to realize that?” I ask, shattered from his mistrust.

  “Baby, you know I was simply making sure everyone in there knew you were with me. They don't need to drool all over my girl," he says innocently.

  "Caine, you know I wouldn't have encouraged anyone else putting their hands on me. I was with Becca and we were totally in control of our area. You need to stop freaking out whenever you see someone look at me or God forbid, stand closer than twenty feet from me," I huff, throwing my arms into the air in frustration.

  "Lacey, baby, I'm sorry. I'll try not to do that again. I'm sorry I get a little jealous. You are so beautiful, and the thought of anyone else touching you makes me see red," he tries to explain while combing his fingers through my hair, pulling me in for a gentle kiss.

  "Caine, I understand. Trust me! You are a devilish package yourself, but you don't see me freaking out whenever girls stare at you, or worse try to pick you up. I trust you," I snap, begging for his understanding. "Okay babe." He tries to move past this moment. "Let's get you girls home."

  All of the lights are off in the house when
we arrive about fifteen minutes later. Caine gets out, opens my door, and offers me his hand. I take it. "Baby, I'm sorry for earlier. I hope you can forgive me," he says sadly.

  "Caine, I don't need you to babysit me. I'm very capable of taking care of myself. When you act like an over possessive ass, it pisses me off. I'm tired of your apologizing. Just stop, please."

  He clutches my elbow, bringing me into his arms for a tight hug. "Okay, Lacey. I'll stop. I don't want to make you mad. I'm sorry. I’m going to walk you to your door." He laces our fingers together while we walk the short distance. Pulling me in for another hug at the door, he whispers, "I love you."