by Alla Kar
Inhaling a deep breath, I tried to calm my nerves but adrenaline was coursing through me like lightening. “So, when you go home one day and realize you have absolutely no one there that loves you—remember that you did this to yourself. Bye, Dad.”
Turning on my heel, I screwed my eyes hut and walked out of the door. “I guess she told you,” I heard Paxton say.
“Come on, Paxton!”
“Yes, ma’am.”
***
“You did what?” Valeria yelled across the table.
The couple that was sitting next to us gave us dirty looks. “Shh,” I said, bringing my finger to my mouth. “Not everyone cares, ya know.”
She laughed and deliberately scowled at the old lady beside us.
“Stop being mean to the elderly, Valeria.”
She snorted. “Says the girl that cussed out her dad? Doesn’t that make you worse than me?”
I wave my fork in the air. “My dad is not elderly and he is the biggest asshole ever. I think that crosses out the cussing out thing.”
“I guess you’re right.” I nodded. “So, what’s the plan?”
I look at her over my cup. “What plan? Did you want to go somewhere after this?”
She narrowed her green eyes. “I mean your plan. Where are you going to college? What are you going to do?”
God. The dreaded ‘what are you doing with your life’ question. “I think we’re going to Florida.”
Val’s fork dropped against her plate causing the lady next us to mumble something under her breath. “You’re freaking kidding, right? You’re leaving me here?” Valeria was never the innocent one of the two of us, but right then she looked so sad and childlike that it hurt my heart.
“Valeria,” I said. “I have nowhere to stay here.”
“With me? With Paxton? I’m not sure I understand why you’re going to Florida? Did you decide on what you wanted to do? Is Paxton making—,”
“Valeria! No! I’m going because I want to study marine biology and they have the best program and because I need to get the furthest I can away from my dad.”
Valeria’s heart-shaped face turned sadder. “That’s on the other side of the states. I’m going to miss you.”
When I frowned, she jumped up and ran around to my side of the booth and hugged me. We spent five minutes sniffling and crying. Being best-friends with someone from elementary school and then suddenly realizing you’re moving across the world from one another, sucked.
“I don’t want you to leave. We were going to have a fun summer! Raider and I—,”
“Wait a minute.” I held up my finger. “Who in the heck is Raider?”
Valeria pulled back and fluttered her lashes. “Oh, I must have forgotten to tell you about him.”
“Forgot? Valeria you don’t forget to tell me that you went to the grocery store. What gives? Who is Raider?”
She started digging in her purse, and pulled out her cell phone. “Since you were offline because of your dad I couldn’t tell you what was happening. “This is Raider.” She handed me her phone.
“Wow,” I whispered. He was really cute. Not the type Valeria normally goes for but definitely hot. “Val, is that a surf board? I thought you said you would never date a surfer?”
Rolling her eyes, she leaned back and crossed her legs. “Well, never say never.”
“How’d you two—,” My new cell—Paxton got me for sticking up to my father—started buzzing in my pocket.
I pulled it out and read the number over a few times and realized I didn’t know it. “Answer it,” Valeria said.
“I don’t know the number.”
“It could be anybody. Here,” she grabbed it. “Hello, this is Missy King speaking.” She tried to mimic my voice but wasn’t close. “Oh, well actually just a second.” She frowned while handing me my phone.
“Who is it?”
“Something about a lawyer or something.”
“Hello?”
“Is this Missy King? Daughter of Patrick King?”
I swallowed. Had Dad freaked out when he found out we’d gotten my stuff back? “Yes, who is this?”
“This is Mr. Henderson Mr. King’s attorney. I’m calling to inform you that I will no longer be representing you for the Ferguson case.”
My blood ran cold. Mr. Henderson was my dad’s lawyer and since dad had disowned me so had he. “I can pay, Mr. Henderson,” I lied. I didn’t have two nickels to rub together.
“I’m sorry Ms. King the decision is final.”
“Thank you, Mr. Henderson.” I hung up before he could say anything. “That was my dad’s lawyer. He’s not going to be representing me for the trial.”
“Fucker.”
Shit. The trial was in six weeks. I dialed Paxton’s number and waited. He picked up on the second ring, his voice gritty and I knew he was writing. He always had this coarse sound to his voice when he was concentrating. “Sugar, you coming home yet?”
The sound of home did all kinds of crazy things to my lower regions. Just his voice set me on fire. “Not just yet but soon. I just wanted to tell you that my dad’s lawyer that was taking over the case with Ferguson called and dropped the case.”
Silence.
“Paxton?”
“I’m here,” Paxton said. “Your dad is really the biggest douche I’ve ever met.”
“Pretty much, yeah. What am I going to do, Paxton? I can’t go without a lawyer and I have no money. I don’t know—,”
“Calm down, I’ll get you a lawyer. And what did we talk about the money thing? I’ve got you until—,”
“I hate taking your money.”
He growled and I heard him moving in the background. I pictured him running his hand through his hair in aggravation. The entire money situation sucked ass. I was used to having everything handed to me. Rapunzel in her ivory tower and now I was Aladdin, homeless on the streets. I watched way too many Disney movies.
“Baby, I know you’re sick of domineering men in your life. I know your brother and your dad have controlled every step of your life but I’m not them. I’m not holding money over you because I want to control you. I don’t just love you, Missy. I’m in love with you. And falling further and further each second.”
Wow. “Definitely a charmer,” I whispered.
He wasn’t saying anything but I could tell he was smiling. “So—as I was saying. I’ll call my attorney and talk to him. We’re not going to let that bastard get away without paying.”
“Thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me. But you’re welcome. You’re worth it.”
“See you soon.”
“Can you send me a panty shot?”
I rolled my eyes. “You can see my panties when I get home, perve. Bye!”
He was laughing when I hung up the phone. Valeria moved her head back from where she had her ear pressed against the phone so she could hear. “He’s in love with you, Missy.”
I nodded. “I know.”
“Lucky bitch.”
***
Paxton was sitting in his studio when I got home.
There was a funny smell in the house but he did say he was going to cook dinner. Not sure how that was going to turn out. “You’re home,” he said.
I smiled and pushed the door open. “Do you have dog ears or something?”
“No,” he turned to me. “I smelled you. You smell like flowers.”
I sniffed my hair as I sat on his lap. “I guess it’s my shampoo but it’s not really flowery.”
He nuzzled my neck. “No, it’s you. You always smell like this. Before your shower. After. It’s just you.”
“I’ll take it.”
Paxton pulled back and smiled down at me. The wickedness of that grin had me laughing. “What?”
“I have another surprise for you.”
I trailed my finger against his jaw and down to the guitar on his chest. “You already got me a phone. What else could I need?”
“You don’t
need it but since you showed me your big girl panties the other day with your dad, I decided I would squash your curiosity.”
Curiosity. Oh. I grinned really big. “No way. You’re going to let me?”
Paxton nodded. “Just one puff and your little ass will be blown.”
I nearly jumped for joy. I know it sounded stupid to other people but everything was so new to me. All I knew was what I saw on TV. Sneaking around and doing anything growing up was impossible. Dad kept too close of an eye on me.
“Okay. But you have to show me how.”
He raised an eyebrow. “I’m going to blow it into your mouth.” For some odd reason that turned me on, big time. “Because I don’t want it to burn your throat. You’ve never even tried a cigarette.”
I nodded. Paxton reached over to the window sill and pulled out a small cylinder shaped object that looked like a cigarette but it had a darker wrap. “That’s a joint?”
He nodded. “A joint or a blunt.” Giving me a weary look, he frowned. “Are you sure, Missy? I’ve already ruined you—,”
“Ruined me how?” I asked.
A cocky grin curled up his scruffy jaw. “Sugar, you didn’t think sex was this good with everybody did you?”
Narrowing my gaze, I pinched his side. “Okay, cocky ass. Just blow some in my mouth. I want to say I tried it.’
He put it between his lips, covered it from the ceiling fan and lit it. My stomach clenched when he closed his eyes and hollowed out his cheeks. When he opened them he leaned forward, grabbed my chin, molded our mouths and blew the smoke into my mouth.
“Swallow it and then blow it back out,” he whispered against my lips. A fog of smoke left his mouth and hit me in the dreamiest way. I swallowed and blew the smoke back out.
I sat really still for a few seconds and then frowned. “I don’t feel any different.”
Paxton leaned back, his eyes heavy and a careful grin on his face. He took two small puffs on his own and reached over to put it out on the window sill.
“I don’t know, maybe you’re immune,” he whispered. But the way his lip was curling told me he was trying not to laugh.
“What’s so funny?” I said.
He just stared back at me. The song playing on Paxton’s laptop in the background changed to Iris and I jumped up. “I love this song!” I shouted. And started to dance in circles.
“I’d give up forever to touch you. ‘Cause I know that you feel me somehow,” I sung. My dress twirled as I spun in circles and lifted my hands above my head. The song was so, so funny now. I giggled and sang, “I just want you to know who I am. I just want you to know who I am!”
After the twentieth twirl, Paxton grabbed me around my waist and drug me to him. “You okay there, Sugar?” he chuckled down at me.
Grabbing his jaw, I watched his eyes closely. “You have such pretty, pretty, pretty, eyes, Paxton.”
He snorted. “Do you feel any different?”
I thought about it. “Yeah, I feel good,” I said. “I don’t care about my dad or the lawyer. I’m not scared about school. I just want you to know who I am!” I shouted and jumped into his arms.
He began to laugh and started spinning me around in circles. The room spun but I knew I was safe in Paxton’s arms. I didn’t care about my a-hole dad. Or the fact that I was moneyless—except for Paxton—with no home. The sun was going to come out tomorrow, dang it! And I knew everything was going to be okay.
***
The high didn’t last but thirty minutes. Paxton said since I only hit it once he was surprised it lasted that long.
Paxton lived up to his word and cooked us tacos for supper. They were pretty good, actually. Once we’d finished eating, I grabbed his plate and started putting our dishes into the dish washer.
Paxton trapped me between him and the cabinet. “I called the producer that Ginger told me about today,” he whispered against my ear and gently bit my neck. “I have a meeting with them—and your dad will not be there—next week.”
“That’s great,” I said. And it was. But I didn’t want to think about Paxton leaving me once we got to Florida.
He chuckled. “It is.” Grabbing my waist he turned me around and lifted me to the cabinet. “I know what you’re thinking.”
I kept my head down but raised an eyebrow. “Yeah? What’s that?”
Pushing a stray hair behind my ear, he reached down and tilted my chin upward. “That you’re going to be left alone in Florida why I parade around the world in another band.”
He hit the nail on the head. “You may have gotten it a little right.”
“I knew you would think that. So I got us something that I think you’ll like.”
“A man that comes bearing gifts gets further in life. I read that somewhere.”
Paxton threw his head back and laughed. It still made my stomach tighten to hear it. “I’ll be right back.”
I made my way to the bar and climbed onto the skinny stool. He returned a few seconds later from his bedroom with a silver bag in his hands. “Open it.”
Smiling, I grabbed the bag from across the bar and pulled it toward me. Paxton leaned his elbow on the counter and gazed up at me. Reaching inside, I bit my lip with anticipation. I was so nervous. I’d never had a guy buy me anything before and my stomach was tingly.
I reached in and pulled out the first thing my fingers touched. It was a box. When I pulled it out, I smiled. “A webcam.”
He grinned. “I bought me one too. Now get the other one.”
“Another gift?”
He pointed toward the bag.
I reached inside and my fingers ran across something metal and cool against my fingers. My eyes rounded when I felt my way down the cuffs and then the chain of the handcuffs. “Handcuffs.”
A dark haze guided over his eyes and they dropped to my open mouth. “There’s more.”
More. I couldn’t breathe, and he hadn’t even laid a finger on me. “More, Missy,” he said.
Oh. I reached inside slowly and found something soft beneath my fingertips. Biting my lip, I pulled the lacey fabric out and my breath caught. I’d never worn lingerie in my life. Dad would have flipped his lid if he found anything in my room like that.
“You’re blushing, Sugar.”
“I’m hot,” I whispered.
Paxton didn’t say anything so I looked up and caught his stare. “I’m saving those for our first Skype session, don’t tempt me.”
“I’ve never worn lingerie before.”
“Really? I’m glad to know I’ll be the only guy that’s ever going to see you in them.”
I jumped off the stool, and grabbed everything into my arms. “I’m going to go try it on.”
“No,” Paxton hissed. “If I see you in it I’ll fuck you.”
Lifting a brow, I ran toward his bedroom and into his personal bathroom. I kicked the door shut and laid out my things. I stripped as quickly as I could and grabbed the lingerie.
The corset top was strapless and when I pulled it over my body it fit so perfectly that he would have had to have my measurement. I didn’t have huge breasts but I was a low C and it pushed them up nicely. The ruffling panties were boy-cut and connected to a pair of stocking.
Holy shit, I was wearing lingerie. Pulling the ponytail from my hair I let my hair fall to my shoulders.
“Holy fuck. Oh yeah, you’re getting it.”
I whipped around and Paxton was already grabbing me and pinning me to the bathroom wall. “I told you not to put that on.” He chuckled and pressed his mouth against mine. “Now I’m going to have to find something kinkier for our Skype calls.”
More kinky? I couldn’t think of anything more provocative and my mind could only wonder. Paxton shifted his weight so that his body was holding me against the wall, so his hands could wander. His fingers picked at the straps on my thighs and ran underneath them until his finger was pressing against my wetness through my drenched panties.
“I can feel how goddamn wet you are thr
ough your underwear,” he whispered against my throat, nipping a path up my neck to my lips. “And I’m going to eat every single drop.”
Oh, my …
Instead of wasting time and walking toward the bed, he lowered me to the bathroom floor and spread me wide. “Paxton, I can’t wait,” I begged.
Grabbing my knee he slid me toward him with one jerk. “I want to taste you. Please, Missy?”
No. I wanted him inside me. My legs were shaking with a need only he could fulfill, and I needed it then! “Paxton—,”
One second I was staring up at the bathroom ceiling and panting like a dog and the next my panties were down my ankles and Paxton was inside of me. “Holy shit!” I screamed.
Paxton grabbed my hips, lifted my ass until we were aligned and started hammering into me. Tears were streaming from my face, and my mouth was open but none of my pleas were coming out.
“Is that what you want, baby?”
I squeezed my eyes closed and let out the first sound that would make it past my throat. If I had heard that moan from anyone I would have been jealous of the bliss they were getting. Paxton’s grip tightened. “God, baby. You’re so fucking tight like this.”
“Oh, God. Oh, God.”
Paxton was saying my name over and over. And when I felt his calloused thumb against my clit I was undone. Screaming and jerking my hips against him.
Before I could come down from my tear forming orgasm, Paxton grabbed me and pushed me against the bathroom counter so that my ass was against his cock.
“What are you—oh!” Paxton grabbed my knee and placed it on the counter before dropping down to his knees and sticking his tongue inside of me.
“Shit! Shit! Shit!” I yelled.
Paxton kept my knee pressed high so that he could bury his mouth against me. “So damn sweet,” he whispered.
I was already on the verge of coming again. The burning ache in my lower stomach was heavy and waiting. He reached upward and pressed his thumb against my clit and began a torturously slow circle.
“Paxton,” I begged, grinding myself against his mouth. I had no shame with him.
“Just a fucking second, please,” he said.