“Ask him. I’m leaving,” I said, my voice wobbling, full to the hilt with emotion both painful and angry.
“You are not going anywhere!” He shouted, making me wince.
“Joel, let her go. She’s upset,” Mom said in a soft voice. I could see in her eyes that she knew something was up. Even if she didn’t know everything, I’m sure she knew enough.
“I need to know why my best friend is chasing my seventeen-year-old daughter upstairs to her room!” A vein bulged in his neck and I was scared for a moment that it would actually pop. Everything was closing in on me, and my headache doubled in size.
“Mom, I need to get out of here. I feel like my head is going to shatter.” I had to appeal to the rational one of my parents.
“Go, Bella. I’ll talk to your dad,” she said.
“I’m standing right here!” Dad flung his long arms out and flared his nostrils.
“You need to talk to Colton right now. Not Bella!” My mother spat back at him. With a growl, my father stalked back into the house and I took off. Well, I took off right after I swiped a bottle of cognac when nobody was looking. The cold air whipped across my hot cheeks as my feet carried me through the thicket of trees on the side of my house.
I climbed the steep hill, slipping a few times on the slick grass and sat down once I got to the top. I could see the entire neighborhood from there. All the twinkling Christmas lights danced against the navy blue of the night sky. I tore my eyes away from the reds and greens and focused on the semi-frozen lake before me.
It was more beautiful than usual because it held the reflection of the moon. I sat on the ground, sniffling, finally content enough to let my tears flow.
**
MATTHEW
I headed toward the vacant mansion once I left Eve’s house. I wanted to leave the keys on the counter. I took the path I remembered her showing me; through the trees and over the hill named after her grandfather. When I climbed Andrew’s Hill I paused before I reached the top. Someone was sitting there.
The closer I got, the more I could make out of the person. It was a woman. She had wild curly hair that blew in the wind, dainty shoulders, and her arms were wrapped around herself because all she wore was a white sweater and pants.
“Hey, are you okay?” I called out once I heard sniffling. She turned to look over her shoulder and I nearly lost every breath in my body.
“Matt?” She said in disbelief.
“Krissy?” I blinked so many times I thought I’d give myself a headache. Was she really there? I was still kind of buzzing from the liquor I had at my parents’ house. Once she started walking toward me, I knew for sure I wasn’t seeing things.
She crashed into me, and my arms wrapped around her body instantly. It was second nature. Her usual lavender scent warmed me from the inside out.
When she pulled back from our embrace, I could see she’d been crying. The tip of her slender nose was bright red and her cheeks glowed crimson. I pushed her soft curls back and tucked them behind her ear. She was so beautiful I nearly forgot to breathe.
“What are you doing here? Why don’t you have a coat? Are you okay?” Once I got over the shock of seeing her in The Moreau Estates, the questions came tumbling out.
Before she could get one word out, my pea coat was off and I was tugging it around her body. It swallowed her frame leaving only her scarlet tipped nose poking over the collar.
“I live here. I ran out of the house without my coat, and I’m fine. Just a little pissed.” She answered me with a clogged nose.
“Wait, you live in the Moreau Estates?” I had to make sure I heard her right.
“Yes. Now, what are you doing here?” She asked looking up at me. Her long lashes were still wet with salty tears.
Perfect. The woman I was fucking and the one I wanted both lived in the Moreau Estates. Just my fucking luck.
“You live here and you don’t know that your principal lives here too?” I raised an eyebrow at her.
“Principal Palmer?” She frowned. Realization washed over her honey brown face and she let out a short, sharp laugh into the night air. “And you’re here because you were fucking Eve. Wow. Nice. I’m batting a fucking thousand. What, did you come out here to get a breather from your all-night fuck session, Matt?”
“What? No. Fuck no. I didn’t even have sex with her…” I groaned and blew warm air into my hands then rubbed them together. “Come with me, Krissy.” Reluctantly, she followed me through another thicket of trees. I couldn’t help but notice that she was carrying a bottle of liquor as we walked. Her slender fingers were wrapped tightly around the neck of what looked to be a bottle of Hennessey.
“Krissy, are you drinking Hennessey? Seriously?”
She paused right before we emerged from the thicket and folded her arms. Since she was wearing my coat, she looked like a child playing dress up. “Matt, can I ask you a question?”
“Shoot.” I stared into her eyes, waiting for her to ask me something.
“So, when exactly did you become the moral police? Was it before or after you started fucking your boss’ wife? Just trying to establish a timeline here.” She was driving me insane. I was only being concerned for her.
“I’m not the moral police. I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to judge you.”
“You don’t need to apologize to me, Matt. You have no room to judge anyone. I’m not offended. I just wanted to know who pinned the shiny gold star on your shirt.”
We stopped in the yard of the vacant mansion and I glared at Krissy while I dug into my coat pocket for the keys. “I thought you didn’t live here? Are the moral police allowed to lie or…” She let her words hang in the air and I growled as we stepped into the mudroom.
“I don’t live here. Eve gave me the keys to this place so we could have somewhere to meet other than her house. I’ve never even left the kitchen. I have no idea what this house looks like.” I slammed the keys on the counter and searched the walls for a thermostat. When I walked the halls, I found the house was furnished. There were couches in the den and living room, a table in the dining room, rugs on the hardwood floors and curtains on the huge windows.
“It’s so empty in here,” Krissy said, following behind me. I found the thermostat and turned the heat up so she wouldn’t be cold.
“Is this considered empty?” I scoffed. “This is enough furniture for two houses.”
“It’s empty compared to my house. No art on the walls, no étagères or China cabinets. She shrugged my coat off and handed it to me. “Thank you, Matt.”
“You’re welcome.” I hung it over the arm of the couch and shook my head. “Krissy, I need you to know that I didn’t fuck Eve.” I had no idea why I was pleading for her to believe me, but what she thought mattered. It wasn’t like she was my woman or anything.
“Why were you at her house, drunk on Christmas night?” Her lips were flushed and full from being in the cold. I jerked my eyes to hers and sighed a little.
“She called and I came.”
“It’s that easy huh? She’s so lucky.” Krissy rolled her eyes and shook her head.
Irritation engulfed me and I took a step toward her. “I guess it’s that easy for Colton too. Seems like you can’t leave him the fuck alone.” Her cheeks were already red from the cold but they turned a deeper shade when I stared at her for an explanation.
“We’re not talking about me,” her voice trembled a bit on the ends of her syllables and I felt a hunger awaken in me. It was like rousing a sleeping beast. Krissy was so vulnerable. It made me ache. Not from want but from using so much energy to restrain myself.
“I didn’t fuck Eve,” I reiterated through clenched teeth.
“Then why are you here?” Her voice exploded with raw emotion.
“I was going to fuck her, okay? I was going to fuck her to get you off my goddamn mind, Krissy! You!” I closed the gap of space between us and curled my fingers around the back of her neck. “Did you fuck him? Did you let him touch
you, baby girl?” I dipped my head low enough to ghost her pouty lips. Krissy shook her head, her eyes fluttering shut.
I pressed my forehead to hers and kissed her gently. Her lips were the softest I’d ever felt. Like falling into a dream.
We both pulled back from the short moment and stared at each other. Tension mounted to a fever pitch between us. We exchanged breaths, both of us knowing what we were about to do was wrong and neither of us caring.
“I thought you said we were just friends…” She uttered barely above a whisper.
“I lied.” My Adam’s apple bobbed in my throat as I stared at her.
The tension shattered into a million tiny pieces raining down around us and we collided like two stars, inconceivably hot and just as intense. I pulled her body against mine with my arm locked around her waist. We were consumed by each other. We were drowning, and in over our heads. I didn’t care though. I needed her.
Krissy’s hands slid down my body until she brushed against my erection. I was so hard I could mine diamonds. She let the softest moan escape while her mouth was pressed against mine, and our tongues danced.
Tasting someone else’s hunger was unlike anything else. It was sweet. It was dripping with sex like thick, golden honey. We fell to the couch and Krissy opened her legs to let me settle between them.
“Nobody else but me touches you from now on. Understand?” My voice was buried somewhere deep in the earth. It was a rumble I’d never heard from myself before.
“Yes, Matt,” she breathed. I plucked the button on her jeans open and nearly ripped them from her body. She smelled just as sweet as I imagined.
Sweeter than what I’d imagined, actually.
“Can I fuck you, baby girl?” I peered down at her wide brown eyes and trembling lips. She was perfect. “Can I make you cum? Can I make you shake? Can I make you so wet that the thought of me ruins your panties?”
“Oh, god, please…” The way she begged was so sexy. She pressed her thighs against my sides and I bucked against her heat, making her groan. Her pale brown eyes rolled up into her head and she bit that bottom lip.
I put my thumb against her chin and dragged it down until her lip popped free. I pulled it into my mouth and sucked it. Nibbled it like I’d been dying to do.
Krissy’s fingers fumbled around with my belt and pants until my throbbing, rigid cock was freed. “I want to taste you first. I’ve been dying to know how you taste.”
“You have?” She breathed. I growled my response and moved down between her thick thighs. I grazed my teeth across her skin, savoring the way she smelled and the way her breathing turned shallow the closer I got to her pussy.
It was perfect. A sandy brown landing strip led me to her cunt. I spread her open with my fingers. She whimpered with need so I put her anxiety to rest and wrapped my lips around her plump, stiff clit.
Shit…
Her moans drove me insane. While I sucked and teased her pussy, I stroked my cock for fear that the ache would be too much if I didn’t touch it. She was turning me on that much. More than anyone had ever turned me on before.
Krissy was wet and slick. She painted my chin until it dripped. I wanted to walk around with her masterpiece on my face all day.
I could feel her climax building. It mounted until she trembled under my mouth and her wetness pooled beneath her on the couch. “Matt! Oh my God!” I pulled back and rubbed her pussy. She was too sensitive for me to touch her clit directly so I teased all around it. I watched her cunt squeeze for me like it was begging for my cock.
Her back arched toward the ceiling like a prayer with no words. “Let it go, baby girl,” I urged quietly, placing kisses along her inner thigh. Her trembles started off slowly at first then she shook violently while I hooked two fingers inside of her tightness.
“Matt!” She shrieked so loudly her high-pitched noises bounced off every flat surface. I watched her float down from a much-deserved orgasm then I kissed her. I couldn’t stop kissing her.
She rolled her hips, eager for me to be inside of her. Every time I felt her slide up and down my bare shaft I shut my eyes. “You’re on the pill or patch or something right, Krissy?” I pushed my hand under her white sweater and found her full tits and hard nipples.
“Yes…the shot,” she stammered. I pushed my cock deep into her, feeding her every last inch. She dug her heels into my ass and we both paused, unable to move through the heavy moment.
I didn’t realize I’d been wandering, lost until I found myself at home inside of Krissy. “Fuck…” I cursed harshly searching for any square inch of her skin to bite or suck. I needed to mark her. She belonged to me. No other man could ever touch the place I called home.
“Matthew,” she breathed my whole name out in broken, shattered pieces as if I’d ruined her in the best way possible. Ruined her for every other man.
I fucked her like I’d been away from her my entire life. I filled her up until she cried. Until her nails left red angry lines on my skin. I didn’t stop until I felt her running down my balls.
Her body jerked and she held on to me for dear life. “I’m coming…I’m coming so hard. Shit…” Krissy breathed. I kissed her neck, sliding my tongue along her collarbones. I traced my way back to her ear and counted her rapid pulse beneath my tongue.
“Good. I want you to cum all over my dick, Krissy. Suck my cock with your pussy.” The pull was intense. I wanted to bury myself deeper into her and cum but I knew better than coming inside of her.
Not yet.
I pulled out and let thick ropes of cum cover her stomach. “Fuck, Krissy…oh my god.”
“Jesus, that felt amazing,” she said still shaking. I kissed her over and over while she slid her fingers through my hair.
“Insanely amazing.” I looked down and realized I didn’t have anything to clean her with. I held up my finger and said, “Let me see if there’s anything I can wipe you off with. Wait one second.”
“Okay, I’m really leaning toward the fact that every other guy I’ve fucked with has been a piece of shit.”
“Why?” I asked, standing up.
“Nobody has ever cleaned me off before.” I couldn’t believe my ears. It was such a simple act of courtesy.
“No more of that shit.” I shook my head. Damp hair swept my forehead as I moved to the kitchen. In the cabinets, I found a roll of paper towels and a pack of unopened cotton cleaning towels. I tested the water to make sure it was on. It was.
I wet a cleaning towel and wiped Krissy off. She sat up and smiled a little. “I guess we’ve been holding all of that in for a while, huh?” She toyed with a lock of her frizzy hair.
“Yeah. To be honest, Krissy, I’ve been thinking about you more than I should for a while now.” Her eyes took in my shirtless chest as I sat beside her. She was so unashamed in her staring that I found myself wanting to fuck her again.
“Same,” she said. I watched as she drummed her fingertips across her lips and I snatched her hand away. “What did you do that for?”
“Because I’m tired of you always hiding these lips. They’re fucking gorgeous. I stare at them all morning long in homeroom and pray nobody catches me,” I finally admitted.
“They’re too big,” she shook her head and tucked them away between her teeth.
“I don’t know who told you that stupid shit but they’re perfect. Just know every time I’m staring at you it’s because I want to kiss you.” She giggled a little in return and played with her hair more.
“That explains a lot,” she sighed. “Every time you stared at my lips, I got so self-conscious.”
“No need for that. I was thinking about how not to kiss you. It was damn near impossible a few times.” I cracked a smile.
“So, you didn’t want me to fuck Colton because…”
“Because even before I ever touched you…I wanted you to belong to me. He didn’t know what to do with you. He didn’t care.” I drank in her beautiful features realizing in that moment that I did care ab
out her.
“And you do?” In the next moment, Krissy tossed her leg over mine and straddled me.
“I do.” My hands found their familiar place on her hips. I rested my head against the back of the couch to look at her.
“I care about you too, Matt.” She stroked the side of my face. “I don’t know if getting involved with you is smart though. I don’t want to look stupid twice.” I hated the hurt look in her eyes. It made me want to rip Colton’s head off.
“Nobody else knew about you and him though, right?” I asked her, trying not to find my way to her house to have a talk with her uncle.
“Zuri knew.” She let out a dry chuckle and slid her fingers along my neck. How could one simple thing ignite me like that? “I told her he was so amazing. It was all bullshit. I couldn’t burden her with my drama and she was so happy with Roman. They were beautiful and I guess I wanted to have a beautiful story too. It was fucking stupid.” Tears threatened to fall from her eyes.
“Is that why you’re so upset over how things turned out between you two?” I asked her, my brows furrowing together with concern.
“Yeah. I thought it would turn out different. I thought we’d end up meaning something to each other. That’s not how things work though. Just because you’ve known someone forever, doesn’t mean they’re good for you. Loyalty and respect don’t always come from longevity. It’s such a fucked up lesson to learn.
I’ve known you since the beginning of the school year and you’ve turned out to be more caring and compassionate than someone I’ve known my entire life,” she mused.
“Some people are built differently, baby girl,” I sighed.
I could talk to her for hours on end and never get tired. Krissy was thick as humidity in July but her conversation was thicker. “I would never fuck you then leave. I’m not the most morally upstanding person in the world but I don’t like hurting people for no reason.”
“So what happened between us just now was real? It wasn’t just lust?” Hope twinkled in her eyes and I realized she must have been fucked over more times than she cared to discuss.
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