Dirty Little Secret: The Damaged Series - Book One

by Shayne McClendon

  After he coated his cock and knew he was slick enough, he pushed just the head inside her. She was tight and he wasn’t small. He took his time, making small thrusts in and out while he continued to kiss her.

  When he was fully seated, he kissed over her jaw and neck. Her hair smelled like coconut and he rested his head beside her, enjoying the scent and calming his body.

  He was too close to losing control.

  Not a common issue.

  Kendall’s hands roamed his shoulders, down his back, over his ass where she dug her fingers into the muscles there and pulled his body hard against her. Her legs tightened as well.

  Raising his head, he stared down into her face. His brain slowed down for a minute and took in the way she looked at him, the way she touched his body. Her hands massaged, stroked, and explored him.

  She was present. He wasn’t just anybody to her.

  Kendall wanted Jared...no more, no less. The guy who drew cartoons and made her laugh. It wasn’t about his position on the team, his popularity, or his family’s position in town.

  Something told him it would prove to be a rare experience.

  She stared back without blinking. “Fuck me. Right now, Jared. I want to feel you come.”

  In a daze, he nodded and started to move. Her smooth legs lifted and wrapped around his low back. His eyes widened as he gained another inch.

  One hand held her shoulder, the other moved down to grip her ass. He tilted her to take him at a different angle and she gasped.

  “Yes. Oh, yes. That feels amazing.” Her upper body lifted, her pebbled nipples pressing against the skin of his chest.

  Another layer of sensation settled over him with the sound of her husky voice, the eroticism of her accent. It affected him like a physical touch. There was only so much he could take.

  Hoarsely, he told her, “I want to go hard.”

  She nodded and let her fingertip trace his jaw. He pulled almost all the way out before plunging deep again. She gripped him tighter, sighed beautifully, and it made him smile.

  Giving himself permission to show her more of who he was, he whispered, “Tell me if I’m too rough.”

  For the first time in his sexual history, he gave a female the real power of his body. He delivered deep, strong thrusts into a body that welcomed him and pushed him further than he’d ever been pushed.

  His control was shaky at best and he was shocked that Kendall robbed him of what little he had.

  After a handful of minutes, he felt her body tighten until he could barely move past the grip her pussy had around him.

  Her breath panted between her lips. The pulse at her throat raced, and he watched as the flush spread from her chest, over her breasts.

  She came hard, screaming his name as she dug her short nails into his back. He hissed at the pleasure/pain but didn’t stop. Despite his desperation to come, he wanted to draw out her climax as long as he could.

  When she settled to the mattress, she met his eyes with a small smile and he told her, “I need more.” She whispered to him in Spanish. He’d never been so hard, so frantic to come. It was almost painful. “I can’t hold back anymore.” The climax took him and he wondered if he was too young to have a stroke. “Incredible.”

  He gave her everything, thrusting deep and hard. Her body trembled violently. He moved her hair away from her face and planted a kiss against her neck.

  Pulling out, he walked into the bathroom to strip away the condom and rinse his cock, slick from his own come.

  His legs barely supported him.

  When he returned to the bedroom, Kendall had rolled to her stomach, her elbows holding her up to watch him. He’d never seen a woman so naturally sensual. His eyes took in the sight of her nipples barely brushing the sheet.

  Sitting on the edge of the bed, he stroked his hand through her thick hair, traced his fingertip over her shoulder, down the line of her back, and over her ass. Reversing with the flat of his palm, he took his time touching her.

  She smiled. “I’d say that was a success.” Her voice was damn sexy. “I wasn’t sure if your reputation was inflated. Glad to see every sordid detail is true.”

  Jared felt a twinge of…something. He covered it with a chuckle and stretched out beside Kendall on his back. “Thanks. I think that was a compliment.”

  “It is a compliment. I rarely give them.” She rolled over crossed her arms behind her head. Turning her face, she stared at him for a long moment. “I’m surprised you’re still here. I heard you fuck and run before your breathing returns to normal.”

  He glanced at her with wide eyes. “Nice. Where the hell did you hear that?”

  Kendall gave a throaty laugh. “I’m invisible, Jared. Most people don’t know I exist and those who do tend to forget. It’s the way I prefer it. As a result, people say the most amazing things around me.”

  She winked. “Lucky for you, I’m the photographer for the paper, not the reporter. The tidbits are pretty tantalizing. Several of the cheer and dance squad flakes – who I call your groupies – have study hall when I tutor in the library. You’re one of their favorite topics.”

  Jared stared at the ceiling, absently noting it was the same color as the walls. He considered her words. They made him feel uncomfortable and he didn’t know why.

  “I guess I do typically fuck and run. I never thought about it.” He grinned. “I came harder than usual with you. Maybe I’m too tired to run.”

  She released a small snort. “Could be…or you know you don’t have to pretend with me because no one will ever know about the time we spend together. No need for illusions about who you are or what you want.”

  With a shrug, she added, “Honesty is liberating. I bet you don’t get a lot of it in your life with your usual posse. Enjoy it. Stay or leave. Come back or don’t. I won’t judge you. I don’t want anyone judging me.”

  They existed together in silence for a long time, something Jared had never done with a female before. He liked the stillness. She didn’t need to fill the empty space with chatter or draw attention to herself.

  She wasn’t like anyone he’d ever dated or had sex with before.

  Kendall remained beside him, naked and comfortable in her own skin, her hands crossed behind her head. Her eyes were open but she looked relaxed.

  The thought crossed his mind that it was the first time before, during, or after sex that he felt like an adult man.

  Not a boy, not a football player, not a student.

  She was an eighteen-year-old girl who carried herself like a grown woman and somehow, she’d shared that sense of maturity with him. It made him feel strong.

  “Kendall, are you tired?”

  He watched her mouth curve into a smile. “Do you have more condoms?”

  He laughed and reached for his wallet. “Yeah, I have more.”

  Rising above him, she took the condom from his hand and rolled it over his dick. The moment it was in place she straddled him, lowering her body carefully until he was pressed deep. He gripped her hips as she began to ride him.

  It was intense, unique, and more than a little frightening to watch her. He slid his hand over her belly and placed his thumb on her clit, circling gently. She leaned forward and kissed him, running her hands over his chest and shoulders.

  He felt a strange tremor of vulnerability.

  Taking control was necessary. Jared flipped them and held her to him as he backed to the edge of the mattress.

  Lifting one of her legs to his shoulder, he draped the other over the bend of his elbow. Feet on the floor, he grasped the tops of her thighs, turned his face to kiss her knee, and fucked her without mercy.

  He kept her ass suspended, the force of his thrusts driving her down into the bed. Sweat broke out over his skin from the cardio of the position.

  She climaxed in fewer than a dozen strokes. Then she rolled and pinched her nipples.

  “Talk dirty to me, Jared.”

  Stumbling in his thrusts, he regained his rhyt
hm, shocked to his core that she wanted such a thing. “You like that?” She nodded slowly and tugged her lower lip between her teeth. “Most girls hate it.”

  “I’m not most girls, Jared.”

  There was no arguing that statement.

  He groaned and pushed into her faster and harder. “You have the sweetest pussy. Smooth and golden, silky and wet, so fucking tight.” He rotated his hips a couple of times and she whimpered. “Get your nipples ready for me to suck. Just like that…”

  Jared continued a steady stream of dirty talk until he felt her clench around him. “That’s what I like to feel. You coming hard around my cock, making my balls draw up tight. I’m desperate. I have to shoot my load right now. Yes…”

  After a few more thrusts, he lowered her legs gently as he lifted her and moved her up the bed, still buried inside her. Her pussy spasmed around him, milking him even though he had nothing left to give.

  He shook from head to toe, his heart raced, and his breathing was hard enough to move her hair with every exhale at her shoulder.

  “Kendall…damn.”

  “You’re very good, Jared.” She played with the hair at the base of his neck. “I have no idea, nor do I want to know, how much you’ve practiced, but it was perfect.”

  He chuckled. “Thanks. I don’t think I can see. I can guaran-damn-tee I can’t stand up.”

  “I’m okay. You’re not as heavy as you look.” She had one hand on his back, tracing circles over his skin, as if she wanted to learn him through touch.

  “Hey…I look heavy, Kendall?”

  “You look big. Bigger than me but lean. You know you’re gorgeous. I don’t need to tell you that.”

  He lifted his head to look at her, loving the shades of green in her eyes. They were mostly light green, but there were tiny striations of darker green and amber. Her lashes were so thick it looked like she was wearing makeup. He knew she wasn’t. He felt like he’d been hit in the chest.

  “I can’t believe the body you had under all those clothes.”

  It wasn’t what he meant to say.

  Her eyes drifted closed and he swore it was to keep him from reading them. When she opened them again, her voice was soft, intimate in the silence of the room.

  “You’re nice to say that. Your eyes are brown from a distance but there’s the prettiest gold ring around them up close.” He blushed. “You’re shy about your eyes. Why?”

  His shoulders lifted in an automatic shrug, something he suddenly realized he did a lot. It seemed he didn’t know or understand much. “No one talks about my eyes. They never notice the ring. Weird, huh?”

  “Nah, probably their brains are fried from mind-numbing orgasms so they can’t focus.”

  He laughed and kissed her, thankful the weird tension was broken. Normally, he kissed girls a little to warm them up or when they seemed to need it. With this girl, he was the one who needed it.

  Finally, he had to think about the condom. He didn’t want to pull away but he didn’t want the latex to slip off.

  Kendall sensed his dilemma. “Go ahead, Jared. We lose it and I have to go in after it. Takes the fun out of everything.”

  He gave her another smacking kiss, laughed against her lips, and went up on his hands. They stared at the image of his slick cock withdrawing from inside her and the effect was powerful. He swallowed hard and their eyes met.

  “We can’t. No matter how badly I want to.” The regret was clear in her voice.

  Jared groaned as he pulled out. With a half-smile, he got off the bed and headed to the bathroom to get rid of the rubber.

  From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of his own reflection. He looked different somehow, though he knew it wasn’t possible. He went back to the door and took in the image of her stretched naked across her bed.

  Hoarsely, he murmured, “Shower with me?”

  For an instant, she seemed genuinely shocked. Then she covered it, climbed off the bed, and crossed the room. Every movement she made reminded him of an exotic cat.

  They stepped into the small shower together and took turns under the spray. He watched her intensely and when she realized, she laughed and shook her head.

  Drying with fluffy bath towels, Kendall wrapped one around her and walked to the other room. Dressing in white panties, pale blue sleep shorts, and a white ribbed tank top, she worked to gather her thick black hair in a haphazard bun.

  “Damn.”

  Her smile was shy as she took the damp towel back in the bathroom. He pulled on his boxer briefs and jeans, pausing to rake his fingers through his wet hair.

  A soft clicking noise made him glance up. Kendall held a professional camera in her hands, snapping photos of him.

  “You’re not taking pictures of me half dressed.”

  “I am. I’ll develop them and make you copies. They’re for my extensive collection of beautiful photos. When you’re forty, you’ll like having them.”

  He kissed her, distracting her so he could wrestle away the camera. For several minutes, he chased her around her room and clicked away. Finally, she stopped and kissed him.

  It ended their game and filled him with need for her again.

  It was as though his insides leapt for her as she pulled back to stare at him. “If I can conceal our faces, I’d like photos of us together. Sensual, honest. Maybe I can do it.”

  Jared set her camera on the small table between the chairs and gathered her in his arms. Backing her into the wall, he pulled the stretchy band from her hair and watched as the damp strands fell in waves over her shoulders.

  He slid his palm along her neck, holding her still for his taking of her lips. On and on, he kissed her until her knees weakened.

  Resting his forehead against hers, he exhaled roughly. “What time is it?”

  “Almost seven.” Her voice was barely audible.

  Jared sighed and kissed her again before releasing her with a sigh. “I guess I better take off or your parents are going to flip the hell out.”

  She nodded with a strange expression he didn’t understand.

  Dressing quickly, he grabbed her for one more kiss. The way she participated, fully in the moment, blew his mind: all curves and sighs and pleasure.

  Leaning back, he grinned.

  Then he was out the door.

  Chapter Two

  March 2007 (6 months later)

  After their first afternoon, Jared saw Kendall at least three days every week and spent full days with her when they had time off from school.

  They existed in a warm cocoon that her private space wove around them when they were together.

  He considered himself stupidly lucky he hadn’t run into her parents when he was arriving or departing their teenage daughter’s room.

  The first time he’d walked from the shopping center to her house, he figured it would be the only time.

  Relieve the itch she inspired and be done with it.

  Instead, he became addicted to the way she looked, talked, laughed, and made him feel. A lot of it was sex. No one had ever made him feel as good.

  As time went on, even he couldn’t deny that it was so much more than fucking.

  His friends had no idea where he spent his time when he wasn’t playing football or in school. Gradually, he stepped out of the parties, the drinking, and the focus on nothing more than a good time and winning games.

  The team had a huge bonfire at the end of Spring Break and he was ordered to be there by his closest teammates.

  His center, a huge fucker they called Big Country, was tired of their team captain and primary hellraiser being MIA.

  Jared showed up and put on a good front but his heart wasn’t in it. He started to recognize that a lot of things were nothing more than a waste of valuable time.

  He wasn’t sure what else he was supposed to be doing, but partying was nowhere on the list.

  They were training the guys who’d replace them after graduation but he’d made his own high school records and was
done being the good time jock.

  With his full-ride scholarship in hand and his grades better than most, he didn’t have much room in his mind for anything or anyone but Kendall.

  Easter meant he did his part to entertain hordes of visiting relatives. Jared smiled politely and answered questions from older family members about his future as his mom and dad gushed over his successes.

  When conversation was replaced by DVDs, he told his mom he needed to take a drive. She gave him a knowing smile.

  Driving to the sprawling outdoor shopping center a few blocks from Kendall’s house, he parked at the back of the lot beside a long hedge. Patrons sat in the restaurants along the outside of the mall but the shops were closed.

  He dialed her number and she picked up instantly. “Jared. I thought you had company.”

  “I do. I missed talking to you. I’m sharing my room with one of my cousins. No privacy at all so I took a drive.”

  There was a long pause. “Where are you?”

  “At the shopping center.” He waited, breathless and almost shaking with the need to touch her.

  “Give me ten minutes.”

  Thank god…he needed her.

  She disconnected and he waited, watching the sidewalk leading from her street. The heavy pressure in his chest that started after the first time he touched her had grown steadily for months.

  The source wasn’t hard to figure out. Guilt.

  He still dated and fucked Erica Stonehouse. She was the girl everyone thought was his girlfriend. She was the stereotypical bubbly cheerleader who put out: the type most of the people who knew him would expect him to date, but Jared could barely tolerate her.

  He used her as cover. When they had sex, he closed his eyes and pretended she was the woman he wanted to be with. She didn’t know Kendall existed or she’d have thrown a fit.

  Making himself purposely unavailable, he rarely slept with her but it never got easier and he always felt like shit.

  It was hard – sometimes impossible – for him to come. He faked it like he faked everything with her.