by K. I. Lynn
She picks up on the second ring.
“Where are you?” I barely stop myself from adding baby.
“Outside.”
Fuck. She’s livid. That tight, controlled tone is one I know well. “I’ll come to you.”
“I’m seriously considering leaving.”
“I’ll come with you.” Her silence tells me she just might not want me with her. Fuck that. I love her but distance is one thing I’m not giving her. “I’m coming out to search for you so you might as well tell me where you are.”
“I already requested an Uber.”
I walk out the front door. “Please. Where are you?”
She’s silent for a second, then mumbles, “Two houses down to the right. I didn’t want anyone to see me.”
Because she’s upset. I clear the driveway and make the right turn. “I’m coming, baby.” I hang up the call with her and let Ryan know we’re taking a cab home.
I find Kira right where she told me she would be. She’s leaning against one of the trees at the end of a driveway.
There’s an open bottle in her hand.
My girl and I share yet another unhealthy trait; we drink when we’re pissed.
I stop next to her and rub my thumb across her cheek. When she doesn’t pull away, I let out a silent sigh.
She holds up the bottle to me. “Want some?”
I take it from her with a smirk. “How far is the Uber?”
“Says ten minutes now.”
Meaning: she’s been out here waiting for it for a while. Probably the entire time I was recording Jenn and Megan.
I swallow a mouthful of Jack, wincing. Rum isn’t my go-to. I’m usually a whiskey or vodka kind of guy. But I’m guessing she went with the first thing she found.
I watch her as she stares off into space. I’m next to her. For now, that’s enough. I’ll give her a few minutes to mentally deal with whatever she’s dealing with before talking to her.
“We should know better than to go to parties together, huh?”
Her wry tone makes me chuckle. “We shouldn’t go at all. Staying at my place from now on is the best option.”
Her eyes flash with sadness and she finally looks at me. “It’s your friend’s birthday. Go back in there and spend the night with him. I’ll be fine on my own.”
“No.” I hand her back the bottle, hoping she understands that this is one argument she will never win. Sure, I didn’t even get to see Nick and wish him happy birthday, but Kira isn’t leaving without me.
She rolls her eyes at me and tilts the bottle to her lips. “Where did you go off to?”
I want to tell her so badly, but I promised myself I’d keep her out of my fucked up plans as much as possible. Lying to her is fucked up and one of the last things I want to do.
The very last thing though? Drag her deeper into some twisted shit. She has enough of that to deal with while being with me.
“I had to cool down. That girl pissed me the fuck off.” Not a lie.
“You?” She scoffs and hands me back the bottle.
I know she’s being sarcastic, but I answer that anyway. “Yes, me. I didn’t want her fucking hands on me. And I definitely didn’t want you suffering because of a stupid mistake from the past.”
Kira stares at me out of the corner of her eye. “Oh? So now it’s a mistake?”
I know what she’s really asking. Back then, I didn’t consider my lifestyle to be a mistake. I was too busy having fun, using chicks, and running from my feelings for Kira.
But now I know the truth. “Had I never lived the life I lived, you wouldn’t have more reasons to suffer today.”
Her expression softens and it makes me want to kiss the breath out of her. “I’ve made my fair share of mistakes that have caused you pain, haven’t I?”
Austin. Thinking about him burns as always. Will it ever not hurt? And he’s only one. She has to deal with the many and I don’t know how she does it. “You didn’t make as many mistakes as me, baby.”
She shrugs and we segue into silence. The bottle is passed between us a few more times and we manage to finish almost half of the liquid by the time the Uber car pulls up.
Kira twists the cap back on the bottle. The driver lowers the window and leans toward her. “Kira Roth?”
“Yup. That’s me.”
I open the door for her and she slides in. I get in after her and bring her in close to my side.
We sit like that the whole ride, exchanging the bottle for a few more drinks.
The car comes up to Kira’s old house and I remember that the entire family that lives there is currently on vacation. “You can drop us off here.”
Kira quirks her brow at me, questioning me.
The cab stops in front of the house and I urge her to exit.
“What are we doing?”
I grab her hand without answering and lead her up the driveway, toward the back of the house.
“Oh my God, Brayden!” Kira hisses, trying to pull her hand out of mine. “Are you crazy? You just finished getting arraigned for one offense! We can’t get caught trespassing!”
I turn and yank her so she falls against my chest. Hugging her, I lower my head to lick and suckle her bottom lip. “They left on vacation. All of them.”
She’s fighting hard not to lean against me. I can tell. “But we still shouldn’t take a chance. You can’t get into any kind of legal trouble.”
I remember the last time I was up there with her. How I was dying to slam her against the tree house floor and force her to choke on my cock. “Baby, no one’s there. We’ll be careful. Come.”
“Fuck. You’re hard.”
I pull away before she can feel anymore of me. Not that she probably hasn’t guessed at my intentions yet.
Yeah, I want to fuck her up there.
But, most importantly, I need to spend time with her in a place full of good memories for us. A place that will help her see why this is all worth it.
Everything is dark and fucked up between us. Nothing is normal. We pay with agony for every ounce of love we share with each other. That love is the only thing that makes all of the drama worth it.
“Fine. I’ll go up there with you. But if we get caught, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
I laugh and pause where the driveway ends, turning to wait for her to take off her shoes.
Her lips twitch and she bends down to slip off one heel. Handing it to me, she steps onto the grass with her bare foot and takes off the other one.
She slaps it against my chest before walking ahead of me. “This is your crazy idea. So you can hold onto my shoes.”
Laughing, I follow her to the tree house ladder. There, she pauses and looks at the shoes. “On second thought, just leave them down here.”
“You sure?”
“My purse and the bottle are way more important. Especially the bottle. And we each need one hand free to get both things up there. That being said, can I trust you to not drop this very necessary bottle?”
I laugh again and place her shoes on the grass by the base of the tree. Fucking love how fun this girl is. “Baby, since you want this bottle so bad, you can bet your sexy little ass I’ll protect it with my life on the way up there.”
She gives me an adorable cheeky smile that makes me want to bite her and hands me the bottle.
Just like that, all the stress of the night melts out of me. This is exactly what we need. Why I’m risking yet another round of legal trouble to have this moment with her.
We climb up into the tree house, our pace slower than usual due to us having to use one hand.
Once inside, she settles on the floor by the wall, leaving enough room for me to sit next to her.
I don’t want to sit next to her. I want to bring her on my lap and let her feel what she’s doing to me with that outfit.
Kira, however, has gone back to being distant. Her facial expression makes it obvious she has a lot on her mind.
I know what, too.
“How long can we keep living like this?” she asks me quietly in the dark.
I bring out my phone and turn on the flashlight. I need to see her better. Laying it on the floor so the light reflects off the roof of the tree house, I accept the bottle from her and ponder how to respond.
I don’t want to give away what I’m up to. Even if it kills me, I don’t want her involved in this twisted shit I’m doing. Thinking about the video I now have on my phone, I honestly tell her, “It won’t be forever.”
She glances at me, eyes full of disbelief, then looks away. “You’re right. It won’t.”
What does that tone mean?
I hate this distance between us. How we keep bouncing back and forth between it and that perfect intimacy we share.
“Talk to me, Kitty. What’s going on in that head of yours?”
She giggles at my question and opens up her large clutch. Reaching inside it, she brings out her pair of black and pink kitty ears.
Putting them on, she turns and gives me that mischievous sneaky smile of hers.
My cheeks feel like they’re going to split open, that’s how wide my smile is. “You always rocked those ears like nobody else.”
Laughing, she snatches the bottle from me.
I want to bask in this, in us being back to where we’re meant to be. No negativity. No tension.
But it’ll be back. If I don’t address it, try to fix it, there’s no avoiding its return. “Baby, talk to me.”
“You know, it still surprises me that you’re so into talking now.”
“And it still surprises me that you’re not.”
Her raised eyebrow says it all: in a weird, twisted way, we’ve switched roles here. I’m the one constantly reaching out to her, while as she’s the one shielding herself from me.
I took all of my love related hang ups and shoved them down into her. I morphed a once loving, openly affectionate girl, into a bitter, closed off woman.
She’s better lately. At least, she’s trying to be. But nights like this, when the seediness of my past rears its ugly head and reminds her, I know the pain returns.
“I’m sorry she thought she could come up to me and grab my crotch.”
Kira shrugs, subdued once more. Fucking gorgeous with that smoky-eyed makeup, luscious nude lips, and those cat ears on her head. “It’s not your fault.”
Fuck that. We both know it is. This is my past coming back to haunt us.
“Brayden, stop.” Her small, soft hand cups mine soothingly. “I know what you’re doing. Just stop. Neither of us can change the past.”
That’s the most fucked up part of life. There’s no going back. No undoing what’s been done.
And no erasing the scars our actions leave behind.
“Who was that kid that came up to you?” My head’s starting to buzz from the alcohol, and my hot blood’s still thrumming with that dark, psychotic possessiveness I feel for her.
“My friend.” Her eyes are glazed, and I know her cheeks are probably pink by now. The liquor is hitting her, too.
“Your friend.” I can’t hide my dislike for that term. I have no right to begrudge her male friends, but I fucking hate every last one of them.
“Nothing’s ever happened between us.”
“But he wants it to.”
Her silence is all the confirmation I need.
“I can’t control who’s attracted to me, Brayden. Just like you can’t control who’s attracted to you.”
I let her take the bottle. It’s more than halfway g one. I’m at the edge, right before being drunk, and my entire body feels hot.
Watching her bring it back up to her lips, I lean in close, running my nose along her jaw.
She chokes softly.
Smiling, I press my lips to the spot where her jaw meets her neck and lick the skin softly. When her skin breaks out in goosebumps, I smile wider.
“I know what you’re doing.”
Ah, fuck me. I love when her tone drops to that low, siren’s tone. My balls tighten, my dick jumps once inside my jeans, and I lick her again. “What am I doing?”
She eases away and presses the bottle to my lips. “Mind-fucking me. As always.”
I’m frustrated that she took her skin away from me, but I’ll let her play her little game.
For now.
Her eyes flash seductively as she watches me swallow the rum.
“Do you like that? Having it in your blood?”
I feel precome gather at the tip of my dick from that tone alone. Swallowing, I nod, wondering where she’s going with this.
I won’t let her maintain control of this situation. Not for long. But damn, the curiosity of this moment is too delicious to ignore.
Kira places the drink on the wooden floor. Her purse follows. At first, I think she’s going to come straight at me.
She doesn’t. She leans her shoulder against the wall, facing me, her legs curled to the side on the floor.
Calm.
Unhurried.
Eyes shuttered.
While I’m on fucking fire and dying for her.
I start leaning toward her, eyes on her lips.
She has the nerve to press her index finger against my lips and push my head back. “How about me?”
I jerk my head away from her hand impatiently. “What about you?”
“Do you like having me in your blood?”
The question breaks something inside me. Growling, I move toward her.
Kira rises up on her knees and throws all her weight into pushing me back. The momentum sends me flying backwards onto the wooden floor.
Some of the wind is knocked out of me. I stay here, laying on my back, staring up at the ceiling in shock.
That wasn’t a nice push. It wasn’t a seductive one, either.
This girl means business.
I raise my head to stare at her.
Kira kneels next to my hips and reaches down to practically rip my zipper open. “Why do you always insist on believing that you’re in control of this situation between us?”
I open my mouth to answer.
She yanks me out of my jeans and mounts me. In the low illumination of my phone light, I see her pull her skirt up to her hips.
When the fuck did she take off her panties?
My eyes widen dangerously as I realize.
She went to that fucking party commando.
Holding me in her fist, she positions herself and slams me into her.
A loud groan is ripped out of me. My back arches off the floor. Grinding my teeth, I throw my head back and try to hold on.
Shit. She feels even tighter today than ever.
Kira grabs my button down and tears it open. The rage in her movements should worry me.
Instead, I’m fucking on fire for her more than ever.
Grabbing my wrists, she places my arms on the floor, straight above my head. I know what she’s doing before she even speaks.
One small hand wrapped around both my wrists, she reaches down with her other hand and caresses my pecs. “If you want this pussy, you’re going to have to keep your hands there.”
I circle my hips beneath her, feeling the silky wet suction of her cunt. “I can just take it, baby.”
“I’ll refuse.” Her voice is so calm. Flat.
There’s no denying how serious she is.
She wants this. Wants me at her control. More than that, she wants me to willingly submit to her.
As if I hadn’t done that a long time ago.
I don’t know for how long I’ll be able to give her what she wants, but I clench my jaw and nod.
And she starts moving.
Hips rotating.
Ass bouncing.
Slow, torturous circles of her hips that tease my cock with the promise of more.
I moan, grinding my teeth so hard that pain shoots through my jaw.
> “Do you remember when we used to play up here?” Kira asks me in a low, breathless voice.
I nod, hands opening and closing helplessly. Of course I remember. How could I forget? Especially with her wearing those cat ears while she rides me, reminding me of our past. I lose control of my hips. My legs rise up behind her, feet pressing flat on the floor.
Her eyes flash when I thrust up into her, but she can’t hold back her high-pitched little moan. “Stop. Or I’ll climb off.”
“I’ll fucking follow you.”
Her expression hardens and I know I’ve crossed the line with her.
Heart pounding throughout my entire body, I lower my hips back onto the floor. Sweat gathers on my forehead and slides down my temple.
Appeased, she gives me a tight-lipped smile and resumes riding me in that slow, sensual pace that makes me want to rut like an animal.
“Kira.”
She moans for me, making my dick jump inside her. “Do you? Do you remember Brayden?”
“Yes.” Holy fuck. My balls fucking hurt. I’m so close to coming like this and yet, I know I won’t be able to. Not without pounding into her like a beast.
She tightens her hold on my wrists and rakes her nails down my chest.
Hard.
Violent.
I cry out and raise my head to see welts of blood gathering on my chest.
Jesus. She’s clawing into me. Marking me.
“How old were we the last time we were up here as kids?”
“I-I . . .” My words trail off, lips parted as I see the moonlight and my phone light hits the wetness on my cock. Her pussy lips.
She’s fucking soaking me, our skin glistening from it.
Kira slams her hips down on me. Only once. Then she resumes her slow speed, as if she didn’t just tease me with that one hard thrust.
“How. Old. Brayden?”
“I was sixteen. You were thirteen.”
She nods, eyes heavy-lidded. She’s slowly losing herself to the feeling of my cock. Just a little longer and she won’t care if I take control. All that will matter to her is that I pump her full of my come.
“We were alone. Remember that?” She scrapes her nail over my nipple.
My legs shake behind her. My abs clench. “Fuck, Kira. I need to come. Now.”