by Jaye Cox
He lifts my arms and pins my hands above my head, pushing his lips to mine. Our lips move together like they remember being together before. He moves my wrists into one of his hands and runs his free hand up my waist. I arch my back from the shock his touch sends shooting through my body. He breaks the kiss and pulls away slightly to look at me to make sure I am ok with what he’s doing. I don’t believe he is as bad as he thinks he is as I can see a good guy who just thinks he is no good. I don’t give him a chance to say anything as I push off the wall and jump into his arms, wrapping my legs around him and kissing him with the same intensity he just kissed me. I have never felt so much pleasure before; the feelings are so intense and not because I’m a virgin. I’ve made out with guys before; but I have just never had sex with any of them. A perfect daughter wouldn’t do that, but fuck perfect - it’s overrated anyway. I’m getting too carried away in the moment as I come to my senses, I push away from him.
“I’m sorry, I need a minute,” I say. It makes sense to stop this now, but my body is telling a whole different story. No one has ever turned me on the way he has, and when he kissed me I didn’t give a shit about my virginity. How can this man make me question everything I am in such a small amount of time? I sit on the bed with my head in my hands and ask myself what am I hoping to accomplish here? He said he would ruin me. Do I really want that? Is all the good I see in him really worth all the bad?
He walks over and squats down in front of me, lifting my chin with his fingers to look at me when he wipes a tear from my eye. “It’s ok. I don’t expect you to have sex with me just because you think that’s what I want. I would love nothing more than to take you right here, right now, but if you really want me, I’m willing to wait for it.” That’s just it; I want it but I can’t change who I’m and just give everything to him. He climbs into my bed and pulls me down with him so I snuggle into him and he smells so nice.
He is twisting my hair around his finger and asks me if I’m sniffing his armpits. I giggle and tell him he’s being ridiculous. He tells me it’s only fair he gets to smell me back, which leads to him tickling my feet. I jump out of bed and make a run for the door; I figure I have home court advantage, so I can beat him down the stairs. I grab the door handle but don’t break eye contact, I know if I make any sudden movements, he could reach me in three steps, so I go for shock value and flash him my boobs, open the door and run. I make it to the bottom of the stairs as he runs down behind me and makes a jump for it, tackling me to the ground. Rayne is on top of me and we are both laughing when I hear someone clear their throat. I look to see Tommy standing there, giving me a strange look.
How could I have been so careless? Tommy being here reminds me that my father could be here at any moment and that would be completely humiliating if he caught me like this. “What do you think you’re doing, Rayne?” Tommy asks with an irritated look on his face. This is a side of Tommy I’ve never seen, that is, until now. “Go get dressed Isabella and I’ll make you some breakfast” Tommy says. He hasn’t called me Isabella in years so I know something is wrong. Instead of arguing I decide to do as he says and turn to make my way back up the stairs, but not before Rayne grabs me and kisses me. It’s not a passionate kiss, but more like he’s telling Tommy something without words; making his claim. “This isn’t some sort of pissing contest.” I tell Rayne.
“No, but if it was, I’ve already won.” Rayne declares.
I shake my head, not understanding what’s going on between the two of them, so I leave. He’s trying to rile Tommy up on purpose and I don’t know why. Once I’m upstairs, I quickly get changed into something comfortable. Tommy really only cook one thing and that’s his mother’s pancakes, which are to die for. I look at myself in the mirror on my way out the door and smile. Even though I’ve only just met Rayne, he’s made me feel like I don’t have to be perfect. I start making my way back down the stairs and stop when I hear the two of them whispering. I know I shouldn’t listen in, but I find myself wanting to hear what they have to say.
“She’s my best friend Rayne. I knew I should’ve checked on her last night after she texted me saying she was home and just wanted to go to bed. I’m such an idiot; I should’ve come here to check on her anyway but I didn’t know she had so much to drink. She never does that.”
“Lighten up, Tommy. She’s a big girl and can make her own decisions. If I didn’t know better, I would think you were jealous and I was the one who texted you with her phone. It all happened so fast, I thought the best thing was to get her home. Sue me for wanting to be the one to help her and stay with her.
“I’m not jealous, Rayne but I really fucking care about her and when she finds out she will hate us both. I wish you would just tell me why I can't say anything, especially as you won't share any of the major details.”
"Just fucking drop it for now because the details aren’t important. You gave me your word."
I wonder what they’re talking about, but nothing can kill my mood right now and he doesn’t have to tell me his secrets. I walk into the kitchen before their conversation can get any more heated and I don’t want them to know what I’ve heard... yet. Rayne is right, I am a big girl and can make my own decisions and I don’t need Tommy to start acting like my father. One of him is enough.
“Hey, Bells. Breakfast is almost ready,” Tommy informs me without making eye contact. I remember watching his mum teach him how to make pancakes for us. My mum never cooked and when she and my father got divorced, Mum went to travel with her much older, now husband. She’s the secretary that slept with her much older boss and she always thought she was meant for bigger things; with us being the things holding her back.
My father and Tommy’s mum work at the same hospital together, but neither one ever knew until our first play date. My father didn’t understand why I wanted to go play at an older boy’s house but it worked out well for both of them. It was half the price on a babysitter if they both had to work the same shift and if they didn’t, then the other one looked after us, so we were always together growing up.
We’ve been in each other’s lives for so long and I can see why girls like him―he’s very attractive. He has your typical boy next door looks, sandy blond hair, green eyes and a killer body. Yes, I’ve looked. I’m not ashamed because he’s something to look at and I am a woman, after all. “Here you go,” Tommy says, handing me my plate.
“Thanks. I was just thinking about the first time you made me pancakes.”
Tommy laughs and hands me the maple syrup as we all sit down to eat - I swear I moan with every bite I take. I haven’t even noticed how quiet it is until I finish and look up at the guys, who are both watching me like I’ve taken off all my clothes or something. “What?’’ I ask.
“Do you want mine?” Rayne asks as he pushes his plate closer to me with a big shit-eating grin on his face. Well isn’t he funny.
“No. I’m just fine, thank you,” I say and turn to Tommy, “So, do you mind me asking what that little attitude of yours was all about earlier?”
“It was nothing, just a bit of a rough night. Oh, and don’t eat your food like that again. We’re both male and I shouldn’t be thinking about you like that.”
I laugh, “I was just enjoying my pancakes, do you men always have your minds in the gutter?”
When no one has anything else to say, I change the subject and ask what they have planned for the day. Tommy plans to take his motorbike out for a ride with his mate, Ashley. He asks if I want to tag along, but I hate Ashley. He’s a pig and hits on me every time Tommy isn’t around and it makes me uncomfortable.
Rayne has practice with the guys before their first gig tonight and he asks me if I mind dropping him off. I walk Tommy to the door while Rayne is washing up our plates; Tommy gives me a hug and asks if I know what I’m doing with Rayne. I tell him to stop stressing and that I’ll be fine. He looks at me skeptically since he knows me so well and knows eventually, I’ll probably get my heart broken. It’s writte
n all over his face and I wonder what he knows about Rayne to make him feel this way. Maybe it’s all the women Rayne has been with and my lack of experience; but either way, I don’t care I like him and that’s all that matters. I wave as he drives away then go to find Rayne in the lounge room, flicking channels. “Anything good on?”
“Nah. I was just waiting for you,” he says as he grabs my arm and pulls me on the couch between his legs, wrapping his arms around me. I lean my head back and just look at him, running my finger over his two day old stubble. I can’t believe how right it feels in his arms as we lay like that until he gets a phone call.
“Hey, I have to take this.”
“Okay. I’m going to shower,” I say and once I’m in the shower, I can’t stop myself from thinking about what this all means. I want to find out what it is between us as I’ve never felt so free than when I’m with him. Halfway through washing my hair, the shower door opens and he wraps his hands around my waist. The sensation from the bubbles and callouses on his fingers from playing the guitar make me instantly want him. “Rayne, no one has ever seen me naked before,” I say with my back facing him.
“Good,” he says. “I like that I’m the first to see your beautiful body, I want to worship it, if you’ll let me.”
He definitely knows what to say to make me weak in the knees - Rayne Hollywood is smooth, I’ll give him that. He leans in and kisses my neck and I slowly tilt my neck to give him better access. “Turn around and look at me,” he says.
I’m so nervous, my whole body has started to shake and I expect him to leave since I’m so inexperienced and he’s so used to a certain other type of woman. “Tell me to stop at any time and I will,” he says. He grabs my loofah, putting body wash on it and soaps up my body. First he starts with my neck and rubs in a circular motion down to my breasts. He washes them one at a time and my nipples are instantly hard. I can’t believe I’m here, in the shower with him, and he’s touching me like this. The touch of his hand has me so turned on I would give in and do anything he wanted. He drops the loofah and begins to kiss me like he’s fucking my mouth. I know I’ve never had sex, but I would imagine with him it would be hard, fast, and passionate. He kisses down my neck and slides his hand down my stomach. It feels like my world is spinning out of control and everything is happening in slow motion. He slips a finger over my clit and rubs it gently, the throbbing inside me is almost unbearable in a good way, like my body is waiting for release but I try to hold off because I never want this moment to end.
I don’t know if he realizes how much this moment means to me. He slips a finger inside of me and continues to massage my clit with his thumb as I lean into his body and I can feel his erection touching my stomach. It excites me that he is so turned on by me, Isabella Preston and that’s enough to send more waves of electricity through my body. All of a sudden it’s like everything that’s built up inside me is leaving my body and I shudder around his finger. Once I come down from my orgasm, I feel my face go red with embarrassment. I can’t believe I let a guy I only just met make me come in my shower. My first orgasm and it was beyond what I imagined it would be. I look down at my feet, feeling a little self-conscious and I see his dick. It’s bigger than I thought it would be; I’ve seen dicks before but only in pornos, and even though it’s not as big as some I have seen, he has to still be above average size. Here I am, staring at his dick, thinking about googling the size of an average Australian man’s penis. What is wrong with me? He makes a thrusting move with hips and it scares the crap out of me, but it also means I have been busted checking out his package. Rayne is laughing at my reaction and I find myself reaching out to touch it, but he stops me.
“Not now, I want you too, but we have to go meet the band and if you start touching my cock, babe, I won’t let you stop. After we get dressed, we’re ready to walk out the door just as my father walks inside. I wasn’t ready to tell him about Rayne since there’s nothing to tell, and no one is good enough for me in my father’s eyes, except Tommy, so this should be fun.
My father blocks the doorway, still in his scrubs from work. He’s a big man at six feet two inches tall and physically intimidating as he stares down Rayne like he’s dissecting everything he can see from his hair, to the holes in his jeans. "Dad, this is Rayne. Rayne, this is my father, Richard Preston” I say making the necessary introductions.
"Nice to meet you," Rayne says offering my father his hand but he says nothing. He does however, makes a grunting sound and says, “Isabella, can I speak to you in the kitchen?” I mouth I’m sorry to Rayne and he shrugs, but I hand him my keys so he can wait in the car, then follow my father into the kitchen. "Who’s that thug in my house?"
"Really, Dad? Thug?"
"I don’t need your sarcasm, Isabella. Just answer my question.” He says with his arms folded across his chest.
"His name is Rayne. He is one of Tommy’s friends and his band has a gig on Saturday nights at Paulie’s.”
"A band? He looks like a no-hoper and I don’t want you spending time with him."
"Don’t speak about him like that. You don’t even know him and I’ll spend time with him if I want to. I’m nineteen and I’ll decide who I want to spend time with. Now I’m going to go and I’ll speak to you when you want to be more reasonable."
“Isabella don’t walk away from me,” my father shouts as I pick up the pace in case he follows me. I get in the car and Rayne already has it started so I reverse out. As I’m driving away, I see my father in the doorway and I’m relieved, for the first time in my life, I stood up to him.
"What the fuck was that about,” Rayne says in a tone I’m not expecting.
"Do you need to speak to me like that? I’m sorry my father acted that way, but that’s why I was hoping we wouldn’t bump into him. In his eyes, no one is good enough for me, except maybe Tommy.
"Well maybe you should just be with Tommy then,” he says in a similar tone and that makes me angrier. What makes him think he can speak to me that way? He might be angry that my father has treated him poorly, but putting his anger back on me is another thing. I pull off the highway into a truck stop and turn to face him.
"Don’t ever speak to me like that, do you hear me? I’m a person with feelings and I don’t want Tommy, I want you. That’s all that matters to me! You probably don’t realize that that was a huge step for me, standing up to him. Of course you don’t know that, since I have only known you a day.” I say and bang my head down on the steering wheel. God, I’m an idiot - lucky there’s no one else here at the truck stop or we would certainly be making a scene.
“Look at me! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get angry about it, but Richard is the first Dad I have ever met, even if it was by accident and I didn’t know what to think. Don’t worry, next time I’ll be prepared."
"Next time?" I say raising an eyebrow.
"Yes,” he says with a smile, “I plan to try and win him over. How hard can it be?”
I laugh; if he only knew my father and his ideas of perfection, then he would know, my father will never accept him.
What have I gotten myself into? I’m really not sure how to answer that, but I want to find out.
CHAPTER FOUR
We walk into the house Rayne is sharing with his band, Kaleidoscope Memories and you can tell men live here. It’s not filthy, but it’s very untidy. The lounge room has beer bottles beside the couch, cups lying around the coffee table, and shoes just randomly laying everywhere. The room has a huge flat screen TV mounted on the wall and Xbox and games scattered on the floor. I must say, I love their couch; it’s a huge theatre lounge, typical for a bachelor’s pad. Rayne asks if I want anything to drink and I say yes, he takes me into the kitchen, which is trashed; dishes everywhere, pizza boxes piled up high on the bench and I’m pretty sure in the corner, is a rum can wall. Rayne opens the fridge and it’s literally filled with only alcohol.
"Alcohol or water,” he asks.
“Water is fine,” I say.
While he washes me a cup, a guy walks into the kitchen in just his jocks, and I find it hard not to look since he is covered in tattoos, and I mean everywhere. The hummingbird tattoo on his chest is amazing and I want to have a closer look, but don’t think it’s appropriate to ask a stranger if I can look up close at his body. "Tiny Dancer, this is Dex, our drummer."
“Hi,” I say.
He nods and grabs a beer from the fridge.
“Don’t forget practice in ten, and put some fucking pants on. We have a lady over.”
Dex walks out of the room and gives Rayne the finger. I raise an eyebrow at Rayne, curious what the deal is with Dex. "That’s just Dex. Don’t worry about him, he doesn’t do mornings.”
"It’s one pm" I counter.
“That’s morning for us, we usually don’t get in until after the sun comes up.”
“Oh,” I say. Of course they stay up all night, drinking and partying; it’s a life I know nothing about. I’ve always done what I had to do and gone to bed. When I started at Paulie’s, it was a shock not finishing until three in the morning and even then, I was up before lunch time.
Rayne takes me by the hand and tells me he wants me to see his room. It’s not like I had pictured, it’s very plain with a queen sized bed and a plain light blue blanket which surprises me since I kind of expected black. "This is my room. You can leave your bag in here if you want to, it will be safe.”
"Thanks,” I say, as he walks over to me and puts his arms around my waist and I do the same and we just stare at each other. It’s so intense, looking in his eyes, it’s like I can see everything he’s feeling. He starts to tickle me. I’m so ticklish I pull away and jump up onto his bed. He looks at me with concern that I’m messing up his bed, so I stop jumping and flop myself on his pillows. He sits on the edge of the bed and I crawl up behind him, putting my legs and arms around his waist when he seems to tense up. "What’s wrong?” I ask.
