by Kailin Gow
He raised his head to look at me before moving onto my other breasts. I gave a soft moan as he licked away, building my pleasure up. Moore raised his head and lowered his body on top of mine as his face loomed over mine. “When he holds you in his arms, it’ll be my arms you’ll long for, my lips you’ll want to kiss.”
He kissed me passionately, as I felt him gently push the fabric of my dress aside and his fingers found my wet core, plunging deep into me.
“Oh, Moore!” I cried.
“More?” he cocked an eyebrow. “As you wished.” He added another finger into me, palming me as his long fingers filled me. I rode his hand until I felt a shudder shoot through me.
“Ah, Lux, do you want even more of me?” Moore’s face glowed and his eyes burned into me, filling me with so much heat, I was almost delirious.
“Yes, I want you all, Moore,” I said deliriously with lust and desire. “Now!”
“Just what I was thinking, too,” Moore smiled wickedly. He unzipped his jeans and stepped out of them, revealing strong muscular legs and a bulging thick dick huge like Brax’s. He positioned my legs wide, taking my ankles to pull me towards him. Then he lowered the tip of his glistening dick, soft yet hard against my core.
I let out a gasp before saying, “I can’t wait. Now, please.”
“I love it when you beg,” Moore said, his eyes so dark with desire, they were now a deep jade green. His fingers rubbed against my nub, while his tip rubbed against my opening. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you will forget any other guy’s touch, anyone else’s kisses, and even any other fuckery you’ve ever experience, Lux.” He plunged into me, rocking me to my back. I nearly lifted backwards as he filled me entirely.
My teeth shuddered as he plunged into me over and over again, rocking me, twirling his hips as he entered. It was all encompassing. It blew my mind and entire body. With his last deep plunge, I felt almost as though I’ve had an out-of-this-body experience before my whole body shook as though I was at the epicenter of an earthquake.
Moore groaned, his face filled with ecstasy as he spilled into me, his body rocking along with mine.
Afterwards, he held me tight, kissing my eyes, my nose, and my lips. “Lux, baby,” he said possessively. “Now you’re mine, in body, mind, and soul.”
My eyelids became incredibly weighted, and the bliss of darkness was suddenly more desirable than remaining with Moore. Vaguely aware of Moore, his lips close to mine, his breath heated against my skin, I drifted away, pulled into a deep slumber.
Chapter 11
The night of the formal was finally here, and my quick progress in virtually every class left me feeling free to truly enjoy the evening without the weight of more work to be done. Added to that sense of freedom was the lack of demons, therefore lack of disturbances these past weeks. For the first time since I could remember I was simply leading the normal, ordinary, yet sometimes complex life of a teenager.
“Honey,” Mom called from downstairs. “You’ve received a package.”
And not a moment too soon, I thought as I raced down the steps. Shayne had promised to have the dress and shoes delivered two days ago and a slight panic had begun to gnaw at me.
“Great,” I said as I took the large white box. “I was beginning to think she had forgotten me.”
I ran back up stairs and tore the lid off. My face turned to dismay. Instead of the liquid silver halter dress, a purple mass of chiffon swelled out of the box. Finding the thin straps, I pulled it out of the box, the endless flow of ruffles as light and ethereal as the air itself.
Beggars can’t be choosers, I reminded myself, though I couldn’t imagine why Shayne had switched dresses on me. The silver halter dress had been perfect, perhaps too perfect for Shayne’s liking. Then again, I remembered my heated encounter with Moore, the embrace that was spellbinding, the kisses that left me light- headed, and the mind-blowing earth-shattering sex we had before the subsequent ride home that remained vague and distant.
Had she ruined the dress in any way? If she had, Shayne had made no mention of it.
Pulling on the dress, it was quickly evident the dress would not have the same effect. It was pretty and fit perfectly, but was considerably more docile. Given the change in style, I opted to let my hair flow freely. Brax would no doubt be pleased to see me leave my hair down.
The final touch was a small silver cross, stylized and elegant. Fixing my eyes on my reflection, I smiled. My gown may have lost a bit of sex appeal, but the wanton flow of my hair, the smoky effect of make up about my eyes and the sultry gloss of my lips more than made up for the loss.
Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang and I knew Braxton had arrived. I could hear my mother greeting him, bright and welcoming. Father brought his stern paternal instincts to the mix, drilling Braxton with questions that had me laughing.
Grabbing the same little clutch I’d had at Kingsley’s, I made my way down to greet Brax.
“Wow. What a vision you are,” he said. “I must be the luckiest guy in the world.”
Mom and Dad were speechless, simply staring at their little tomboy gone girly.
“And look at you,” I said as I ran my hand over the breast pocket of his tuxedo. “All dapper.”
“You certainly make a handsome couple,” Mom gushed as she grabbed her little camera and gestured for us to cozy up.
After a series of photos, repeated goodbyes and wishes for a fun night, Brax and I drove off, arriving at the formal ten minutes later than anticipated.
Lively music wafted out to greet us and the excitement of the night took over me. I wanted to let go, to have fun, to be wild and carefree. The small reservations I’d had regarding my new gown quickly evaporated as one pair of admiring eyes after another held my gaze.
Proud and possessive, Brax grinned and clutched my hand in the crook of his arm.
In the distance, Shayne stood, watching our entry, her plastic smile unconvincing. Her gaze dipped over the length of ruffled chiffon and a quick flash of disapproval blazed in her eyes.
I refused to allow her displeasure to affect my night. She had deliberately sabotaged me with a dress she thought would make me look cheap instead of classy.
And she had arranged it so her brother would find me in her closet. To get me away from Brax. But it didn’t matter. I was with Brax, despite being with her brother. Two of the Beautiful Ones, and now they were both my boys. I looked and felt great, and I intended to make the night memorable instead of bending for the bully queen.
“Care to dance,” Brax asked with the gallantry of the highest knight.
“It would be my pleasure.”
Infused with the rhythm of the music and carried away on the melody, I took to the dance floor with abandon. I ignored my lack of experience, erased the gaze of onlookers from my consciousness and enjoyed the moment.
“I love the way you move,” Braxton hushed into my ear, his hands shadowing my moves. “And you pretend to be a social outcast…”
When the hyper beat gave way to a melodic ballad, he scooped me into his arms, pressed me tightly against his chest and brushed his smooth cheek along mine. Our bodies melded into one. In unison, we swayed to the music, disobeying the proper and predictable circular motion every other couple adhered to.
“This was meant to be,” Braxton whispered. His hands gently caressed my skin, slow, patient, almost reverent. His every move lacked the impulsive and heated nature of guys his age.
I leaned into him, the sense of security and belonging complete.
When the song ended, we remained still, both reluctant to break our embrace.
“How ‘bout a drink and a stroll outside?” Brax offered.
“Lemonade would be nice.”
After a quick run to the bar, we headed out with our drinks. “You know, just about everyone here spikes their drink.”
I smiled as my teeth gripped the straw.
“I’ve never really understood the desperate need for a buzz.”
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After a long and satisfying sip, I said, “Neither have I. I kind of like having fun while truly realizing that I’m having fun.”
He chuckled. “Interesting way of putting it.”
I shrugged matter of factly. “Besides, just being with you is buzz enough.”
“Really?” He seemed genuinely surprised. Setting his glass down, he took my hand in his and gently played with my fingers. “I’ve wondered how you’ve felt these past weeks, with the tutoring and all. I have a good time with you, and I enjoy every minute, but I wondered if you simply liked being with me because of the help I give you, or if it’s me you enjoy being with.”
I turned to face him, my free hand drawn to the strong line of his jaw. “I like being with you, very much Brax. In every way we’ve been together.”
He leaned in to kiss me, a sweet and delicate kiss that held so many questions. The questions mirrored in his eyes as he withdrew, and I responded with a kiss of my own. His lips parted, receiving my kiss with reluctance.
“For weeks I’ve thought of this moment,” he said before pressing his lips to mine with conviction.
The sweetness of his initial kiss was drowned in a swell of sensuality and passion as he pressed his tongue hungrily in to meet mine. My body molded to his, wanting to feel the entirety of the connection we shared.
“I’ve known from the very start I wanted you,” he murmured, his lips following the line of my jaw and brushing along my ear. “I saw you, that day as you drove by.”
My eyes popped open and pulled away just enough to look at him.
“Yes,” he said with a smile. “I saw you. I saw you and I knew in that instant you were meant to be mine.”
“But, you’ve never said…”
“It’s a pretty freaky thing to have happen; see a girl once, and fleeting at that, and feel such a strong, undeniable attraction, to know that she’s the girl I’ve longed for all my life… But I didn’t want to freak you out. I didn’t want to scare you away. I don’t believe in love at first sight, but then I can’t explain why I feel this way about you.”
His gaze dipped to our joined hands, our fingers continually playing with the hand of the other. “When I saw you in Mrs. Bright’s office… I would have done anything to make sure I get to spend plenty of time with you, and had every opportunity to get to know you.”
I smiled, but looked him directly in his eyes. “You're probably right. I might have freaked out a bit if you’d told me.” Even as he told me, despite the weeks that had passed, I should have thought it odd, should have questioned the strength of the vision he had. Instead it just felt so immensely right and the connection that had already grown strong and secure now felt more solid than ever. I’ve been around too many unexplainable things to hold a skeptic mind. To me, fighting demons, seeing angels, and being in the spiritual realm was normal…but love, especially the love so strong and passionate as the one I’ve been feeling was still new to me.
“And now?”
“I’ve spent so much time with you these last few weeks, learning about who you are, and getting close to you, Brax, of course I feel something for you. I wouldn’t be with you at this dance if I didn’t.”
His grin was broad and sweet. “I was beginning to think I was going nuts.”
I leaned into him, feeling secure against his tall muscular body, my heart heavy with longing and my hands eager to roam beneath the confines of his jacket. “If you are, then I’m going nuts right along with you.”
With a chuckle, he wrapped his arms around me and held me tight, his lips just inches from mine. “Then we’ll make the best damn-looking couple in the insane asylum.” He kissed me then, softly at first and then passionately ,his embrace strong and confident encouraged by the affection I had for him.
But as delicious as the kiss was, as abandoned as I was to his touch, the sudden image of Moore flashed before my eyes sending a myriad of confusing messages across my mind. I could feel the heated kisses Braxton laid on my lips, but my mind reverted to the burning passion of Moore’s heavy kiss.
Panicked, I kissed Braxton more ardently, willing the image of Moore to disappear, but it intensified, crushing Braxton’s kisses into oblivion.
“What’s the matter?” Braxton said. His eyes filled with concern as he put his palm to my forehead. “You're burning up all of a sudden.”
“Am I?” With the sudden wave of intense heat came inexplicable fatigue.
He grinned. “I’d like to think I’d had that effect on you, but I really think something could be wrong. You're red and flushed.”
My lids were suddenly impossible to hold up.
“Lux.” Alarm filled his voice. “Lux, stay with me.”
“Braxton,” I murmured, grasping at the thin line of consciousness.
“What’s going on?”
“I don’t know. I wanted to kiss you, but Moore was suddenly there, his kiss…”
“Moore?”
Despite my closed eyes, I could detect his grimace.
“Is something going on between you and Moore?”
“He kissed me. I didn’t start anything,” I said, my lips blubbering my feeble defense.”
“Lux.”
“He’s the one who kissed me,” I repeated as the world faded away. “I don’t feel good.”
And then I felt nothing.
Chapter 12
I slowly came to, the pounding in my head matching the sound of the song we’d danced to. The sound of the music, the voices of everyone around me, the clatter of glasses, the buzz of chuckles and laughter… the party I was missing. Brax was there waiting for me and I was ruining his night, his big formal night. He had dressed so dapper, looked so handsome and had been the perfect gentleman and I was letting him down.
I tried to peel my eyes open, forcing them to bring me back to the light of consciousness. Dry, just like my tongue that clung painfully to the roof of my mouth, my eyes refused to cooperate and the lure of sleep battled with my desire to get back to the party.
When my lids finally parted, it wasn’t the darkness of the night that met me, nor Braxton’s concerned smile.
Sitting up, I found myself in my bed, in my room. The drapes were pulled tightly shut, almost succeeding in blocking out the intense sunshine of the brilliant day outside.
“Mom?” My voice, weak and dry, barely made it off the bed. “Mom.” Hardly better, I looked around and saw the tall glass of water on my bedside table, but before I could reach for it, Mom was at the door.
“You called, sweetie?”
Through my grogginess, I smiled, amazed at my mother’s innate ability to always hear me when I truly needed her. “I feel awful, Mom.”
She sat beside me, her hand instantly coming to test my forehead. “You’ve certainly had us worried these past days.”
“Days?”
“When Braxton brought you home Thursday night, he thought perhaps you’d been slipped some spiked punch. We wanted to just let you sleep it off, but when you didn’t wake up the next day, we called the doctor.” She reached for my hand and held it gently in hers.
“How many days, Mom? What day is it?”
“It’s Sunday, honey.”
“Sunday. I’ve missed two whole days.”
“Lux, the doctor couldn’t find anything wrong with you. He thought you might simply be exhausted.”
I shook my head in disbelief. How could I have slept through two whole days? “I’m not exhausted, Mom.”
“You said you’d have a lot of work here. Maybe this is all proving to be too much for you.”
“No.” Again I shook my head. “Things have been relatively quiet lately. Everything is going smoothly at school. And Brax…”
“Oh, honey, before I forget, he’s been calling every other hour asking about you. He feels awful about what happened and is anxious to hear you’re doing well.”
“Really?” I was pleased to hear of his conce
rn for me. “I’ll call him. Maybe he can tell me more about what happened Thursday night.”
Mom patted my knee and rose as I reached for my phone. “Let me know if you need anything. Lunch, breakfast, juice?”
“A bowl of soup would be nice.”
She smiled. “Coming right up.”
I leaned back and slowly punched Braxton’s number in. My lethargy refused to leave me making each movement difficult.
“Braxton?” I said on hearing his soothing voice.
“Lux?”
I could hear the excitement and relief in his voice.
“Lux, I just have a little thing to take care of and I’ll be right over to see you. I’ve been going crazy with worry.”
“I’m fine, Brax.”
“I’ll be right over.” He hesitated a moment. “Hmm, that is, if it’s okay with you.”
I chuckled softly, loving his concern and his unending caring. “As it so happens, that’s exactly why I was calling you, Brax. I’d like to see you, too.”
When Mom brought up my soup I settled at my desk by the front window. At first I opened the drapes just a slip, letting my eyes and my head adjust to the brightness. By the time I’d finished my soup, I’d pulled the drapes completely open, reveling in the warmth of the sun and eager to see Brax drive up to the house.
Then I realized I was barely dressed, wearing only the boxer shorts and tank top I’d slept in for the past two days. I rushed, if one could call my struggled shuffle rushing, to my closet and reached for something more suitable – a comfy pair of jeans and a warm sweater.
“Hey.”
Clasping my bundle of jeans and sweater to my chest, I turned to face Braxton.
“Braxton, I thought you said you had…”
“Never mind that. I had to rush over here as quickly as I could.”
In seconds I found myself in his arms, my bundled clothes forgotten and left to pile on the floor. He hugged me tight, his tender kisses sweeping across my temple and coming to hush in my ear as he whispered his happiness at seeing me again.
