Rising Summers (Pucking Unbelievable Book 1)

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by Garnet Davenport


  “Nothing.” I know she’s not going to be satisfied with that as an answer, but I’m going to try to leave it there.

  “Chloe, come on? You’re not fooling anyone.”

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Does she know? “What?” I asked with a shaky voice.

  “It’s Bryon. Is he trying to convince you to sleep with him?” She said. I looked over at her when I stop at a light. “You don’t have to feel like you have to sleep with him just to keep him around.”

  I scoffed, “that’s really not what’s happening.”

  “Then what is it? You’ve been acting weird for days.” She paused tapping her finger on her lower lip thinking. “You’ve been weird since the hospital,” she gasped, “that boy! O-M-Goodness! Did you and he—” She left the sentence to hang, but I knew what she was trying to ask.

  “Are you talking about Ryan?”

  “That’s a sexy name.” She said wiggling her eyebrows.

  “Are you seriously asking if I fucked a stranger in the hospital after almost dying?”

  “Well, when you put it that way—” She kept looking at me though, and it was really starting to make me feel uneasy. “You know I love you, right?”

  “Yeah… I love you too.”

  “I just want to make sure you know. I’m here for you. You can tell me anything.” She said with so much concern and love that I almost started to cry.

  “B, I promise everything is all right. I’m just not over the stay in the hospital.” I explained.

  “And what about Ryan?”

  “He’s nice. I’m still trying to figure out if he’s gay or not.”

  “Not.” She stated matter of fact.

  I laughed, “how do you know?”

  “Because he was looking at you like he wanted to devour you.” She said.

  I hope Nix doesn’t look like that. If he showed evidence of his desire, anyone would be able to tell, and he could lose his career. Well, Nix would. I’d never forgiven myself if we were found out. That’s just another reason why we don’t need to have sex again until it’s safe. My mind started to wander to how we could have safe sex. He can’t just pull out every time. That’s like playing a really risky game of Russian roulette.

  I couldn’t say anything back to Brooklyn. I mean, how would that conversation go?

  So, I’m having sex with your brother. No, we haven’t really been using protection because he doesn’t want to kill me and I can’t just walk into the clinic and say I need to get on birth control. Besides the fact, he is six years older than me, and I’m legally not an adult. But the sex was amazing, and he can really fuck me good.

  Yeah, let me get on that conversation. I tried as hard as possible to keep the rest of my answers short and sweet, so I didn’t give anything away. But she’s my best friend, and I know that she knows something is up. It’s only a matter of time before she figures it out; and when that happens, I hope I’ll at least be eighteen and don’t have to lie to her.

  After school we walked through the front door, and Brooklyn went straight for her colossal dog, Mack, who was taking up at least half of the couch with just his rear end. I swear she loved that dog more than anyone on this planet. He even sleeps in her bed. Whenever she gets a legitimate boyfriend, she’ll have to upgrade to a king size just to make sure there would be room for an average size guy let alone anyone the size of somebody like Nix. But she’s tiny. I think she’s five foot two and I always feel like I tower over her because she rarely wears heels of any kind. Whereas, I like heels. Which makes Nix perfect for me. He’s still tall enough to tower over me with heels on. Maybe I should do that for him. Put on a skimpy dress and some fuck-me-heels. I bet he would love that. Brooklyn had said she was going to throw me a party for my birthday, so maybe I’ll be able to get all sexy for him then. I’ve got the perfect cobalt blue dress with matching heels to show him just how adult looking I could be.

  I found Mama Drayden doing her thing in the kitchen. And by her thing, I mean looking at take-out menus. While Nix was stomping back and forth just outside the back sliding door talking forcefully to someone on the phone.

  “What’s up with him?” Brooklyn asked her mom.

  “Apparently, he missed practice this morning. They’re charging him ten thousand dollars.”

  “No.” I gasped.

  “Yep. They said if he can’t be responsible enough for practice they can’t trust he can be for the game. So they shifted around the lines and penalized him.” Mama Drayden gossiped.

  “Penalized how?” Brooklyn asked.

  “Ten thousand.” Mama Drayden said as she poured some red wine into a steam glass, “and he probably won’t start the next game.”

  Holy crap. Ten thousand dollars and he won’t start. He’ll never forgive me. It’s all my fault. I felt it first in my heart. It felt like it was breaking in half. Knowing what he gave up for one night—fuck me. Well, that’s precisely what happened, and now he’s paying for it. Literally.

  He started nodding, and a couple of minutes later he slid the glass door open, and we all tried to look busy like we weren’t spying on him during his conversation. His eyes hit mine, and he quickly looked away. That’s when I got gut punched. I felt nauseous. I wanted to die. I’ve loved Nix since I was six and he was the awkward pre-teen that was trying to be cool. Hell, who am I kidding, he was so cool. At least I got to know how it felt to be loved by him—physically. That’s all I’ll ever get from him. Especially after the phone call he just had.

  “What’d they say?” Mama Drayden asked.

  He groaned, “I’m playing.” He said looking at her then eyed me briefly. “Still paying.”

  “Well, that’s better. I guess if you had to choose you would probably rather play.” Mama Drayden said.

  “Yeah. I basically gave him my firstborn.” Nix said looking straight at me.

  That may not be entirely true. Nix would never give up something so precious--I hope. However, he’s probably promised more than he needed to to get back on the first line. He’s going to have to be more careful about everything.

  I couldn’t look him in the eyes for more than just a few seconds. I felt horrible. It was all my fault. My fault. But he wasn’t looking at me like it was my fault. He was looking at me like he wanted to eat me alive. I really need him to stop looking at me like that. I’m already going to have to throw out my underwear.

  “That one’s mine and it better be really, really far off.” Mama Drayden said. “I’m too young to be a grandmother.”

  “No worries. You have a better chance of B having kids first.” Nix said snorting.

  “Oh, fuck off Nixy,” Brooklyn said teasing. “Out of the two of us here who is still the virgin?”

  “And it better stay that way,” Nix growled at Brooklyn.

  This conversation took a fast left turn, and I didn’t want to say anything to put the spotlight on me. So I sat back and waited for the crazy to stop. But who was I kidding I live with the Draydens, and they are always doing stupid things. I know I zoned out freaking out about the fact that I was on the edge when it came to this hypothetical relationship. I was in such fear that he would end it with me at any moment that I wasn’t able to be myself with him.

  “…that’s not what I said,” Brooklyn said. I hate that I only caught the tail-end of that.

  “It’s exactly what you said. You said that I should get a vasectomy. That’s a huge deal. That’s my man parts and future family you’re trying to kill off.” Nix snapped sarcastically while emphasizing his crotch.

  I couldn’t help but look. I silently giggled. I really like his man parts.

  “Leave my baby boy alone.” Mama Drayden said.

  As Mama Drayden said this to Brooklyn I caught a smirk from Nix. It was completely possible that he was thinking about me and our future together. And the possibility of kids with Nix made me happier than a little clam. I, of course, want a career first but one day I want all of that with him. Lots of them too. Being an only child made me
grateful for so many things, but the one thing I always wanted was a sister to share things with when my mom and dad weren’t around. Maybe we could have even been lonely together. That would have helped out so much. Even if Nix and B fight like cats and dogs, they have their moments.

  “Tell him to leave me alone,” Brooklyn whined.

  They’re like little kids fighting in the backseat of their mom’s SUV. I know it’s coming, the stop touching me! I was holding out for it. Now, just to figure out who would say it first.

  “Get your finger out of my face!” Nix snapped. And that was close enough for me. I rolled my eyes and walked off toward the family room. I plopped down on the couch and grabbed the remote.

  “Hey,” Nix said quietly coming up behind me and then launching himself over the back of the couch to sit next to me. “Whatcha watchin’?”

  “I don’t know. I was just looking for some background noise while I finish up some homework.”

  “There’s been a Cake Wars marathon on for the last few days. Don’t you like to make cakes and things?” He asked me.

  I do in fact. Everybody in my family has an extreme sweet tooth.

  “Yeah, I do. You remembered?” I was shocked.

  “Yeah, of course. You made that German Chocolate Cheesecake for me that one year?” He scratched his stubble. “I was about to turn twenty. You made it that weekend I came home and said you were ‘just tryin’ a new recipe.’ Was that true or did you make it for me?”

  I looked back over my shoulder and saw Brooklyn and Mama Drayden still talking, so I was able to answer. “I made it for you.”

  “It was really good.” He lowered his voice and spoke directly into my ear. “I’d like to lick a slice off your body.” When he pulled away I felt the heat flood my face.

  “Chloe?” Brooklyn called out for me.

  I looked over the couch as she walked up behind us. “Yeah?”

  “Did you want to—Oh my God, why are you so red? Are you getting sick?” She veered off from what she was going to say and gasped out questions in rapid fire. I couldn’t even process all of her questions. My mind was stuck on an answer she wouldn't want to hear. Something like, 'I want to fuck your brother because he’s turning me on big time.'

  “B, shut it. She’s fine.” Nix snapped at her which broke the overwhelming feeling I was getting from all the questions.

  “Back off Nix. She just got out of the hospital. She almost died. Screw me for being worried about my best friend.”

  I rolled my eyes. I didn’t almost die. I don’t know why she is so dramatic.

  “Brooklyn. Thank you for your concern, but it’s not necessary. I’m fine, and we know what caused it so I just won’t do that again.” I said and caught a strange expression from Nix. But then he gave me a knowing smirk. I, in return, crossed my eyes and stuck out my tongue at him.

  He let out a genuine laugh that came from his toes. And that made me laugh at him. He placed his hands on my sides and leaned into me, and I stiffened just before his face came close to mine. He stiffened and released me. “I’m going to go shower. What time is dinner?”

  “In about an hour and a half.” Mama Drayden replied.

  “I’ll be down for dinner.” He said then quickly retreated from the room.

  Brooklyn came and plopped down next to me and laid her head in my lap. “My brother is so weird.”

  It took all of my strength not to look over the back of the couch to watch Nix jog from the room. I loved watching him run. He was firm and muscled. I couldn’t wait until everything could be out in the open and then I would get a running buddy. I’ve been best friends with Brooklyn for a little more than twelve years, and she has never once worked out with me. Even when we binged on pizza and ice cream, she complained about an extra ten pounds for weeks after and I went for a five-mile run and a pilates workout. Her loss.

  Chapter 14

  Pucking Hard Up

  Nix

  I’m pucking hard, and it’s starting to wear on me. I wanted to put my hands on Chloe so badly that when I realized I couldn’t touch her all the blood diverted directly to my dick to stop my hands from going any further. If I had to be anywhere within twenty feet of her, I would be sporting some hardwood around the clock. I had to get out of there before Brooklyn got closer and saw my tented pants or even worse—my mom. So I ran for it. Shower time baby. I’m not planning on a cold shower either.

  After I got out of the shower, I managed to put on the thickest, tightest boxer briefs and athletic pants I could find so that the outline of my cock wasn’t going to make an unwanted appearance. I had to shoot two loads in the shower to make sure that the little guy was going to be too tired to stand up and say hi to everyone. That would be more than embarrassing, and I wouldn’t be able to explain why I was sporting wood when I’m sitting around family. A shiver crawled up my spine thinking about Brooklyn starting to date and some little fucker doing this same shit with her.

  “And that will do it,” I said flatly. That’s all it took to turn me off completely. Can we all say the word flaccid?

  It was just over an hour from the time I had run from the girls to jerk off to when I casually walked back down the stairs. Brooklyn was lying in Chloe’s lap with her legs crossed over the back of the couch. It looked uncomfortable and the most comfortable position ever at the same time. I would do anything to trade places with my sister. Plus her head is right on her crotch. That succulent sweetness right there would be a dream come true. I coughed to clear my throat, and they all looked over the couch at me standing there watching them. This couldn’t get any more awkward, could it?

  The door to the garage opened, and Dad came walking into the house looking through the mail. “Honey?”

  “In here honey.” Mom replied.

  “I got the lambskin condoms you wanted,” the room went silent, and nobody even breathed, “why did I need to get these, exactly?”

  I heard a sharp inhalation from Chloe, and I turned around to see her eyes so wide that they almost looked completely white. Mom got up and rushed toward Dad. “Oh, I saw this thing on Dr. Oz and wanted to see if it was true. You know you can’t trust everything you see on TV.”

  “Oh, okay. I was going to say if you decided to cheat on me these are the worst condoms to use.” He said jokingly before he came around the corner, his laugh slowly tapered off and he cleared his throat. “Seriously?”

  “I didn’t know you were going to go that far with it.” Mom said sheepishly.

  “Well… fuck.” Dad replied.

  Everyone was still quiet until Brooklyn busted out laughing.

  “That was the best thing I’ve witnessed in a long time.” She cackled.

  That made me laugh, and that made Mom and Chloe follow suit. I loved her laugh, and after that moment she needed to laugh. All the breadcrumbs lead my mom to one truth. She knew Chloe was sexually active and knew that she was going to continue to be. But how much does she really know? Does she know it’s me?

  My dad set the drug store bag down on the counter and eyed everyone still laughing. He scratched the scruff on his cheek and said, “I’m glad everyone got a good laugh. Imagine me buying condoms with my wedding band on. The checkout girl eyeballed me like I was about to pillage the village.”

  My mom had already started to cross the room to my dad, and she placed the palms of her hands on his chest and looked up into his eyes. “I’m sorry honey. But it’s for a good cause.”

  Dad’s arms were crossed over his chest while he pretended to be upset with Mom. She lifted up on her toes and kissed his lips. He didn’t move. “Judgement Carolina. Pure judgment.”

  “Well, I’m your judge and jury, so there’s nothing to worry about.” She said and then kissed him again. He gave into her this time and then they were flat out going at it right in front of us. It wasn’t new, but it still weirded us out to know they were still… active. “Why don’t you go clean up. Pizza will be here soon.”

  “Pizza, huh?” He sa
id.

  “Something simple and easy for tonight.”

  “Sounds good.” He replied and squeezed her just a bit before heading upstairs.

  My mom and dad are so cute together. I want that with someone. I turned back around to see Brooklyn and Chloe giggling at Mom and Dad. I wanted all of that with that girl. I could see her walking down the aisle toward me wearing a white dress and having a family together.

  But most importantly I could see us growing old together. I’ve never been able to see that with any other woman. Not after a few days and not ever. The wait for Chloe might be painful in a blue-balls sort of way, but if I can have her with me for the rest of my life, I can withstand a couple of months without sex.

  Thank God the doorbell rang giving me the perfect opportunity to sneak away from being caught by my family staring at Chloe in a way that would put me in an interrogation room. Just what I need. Or worse—my dad had that conversation with me.

  “I’ll get it,” Dad called out as he jogged to the front door and I snuck around the corner wall so that the delivery guy couldn’t see who they were delivering to. “Thanks, have a great night,” Dad responded to the young guy.

  After Dad closed the front door, he brought the pizza boxes into the table and set them down with a thud. Just like my mom to think she needed to order enough pizza to feed an army. Right now I could eat one of those pizzas in full. I’ve emptied myself enough to know I needed to eat to regain my strength.

  “Nixy, I got you your sausage and peppers pizza.” Mom said.

  “Thanks, Ma. I know eat a horse right now.” I replied.

  “What time do you have to go in tomorrow for practice?” Mom asked.

  “Early,” I replied with a deeper voice.

  “Is that part of the punishment for today?”

  “Yep,” I said grabbing a slice straight out of the box and sticking it into my mouth while filling my plate with four more slices. “I’ve got three weeks with an extra hour in each practice.”

 

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