by Marie York
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Part Two in
The Perfect Chaos Series
By Marie York
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Copyright May 2015
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Chapter 1
I liked my dick. Loved it actually. Too bad when Nix found out I slept with his baby sister he would rip it from my body. What the fuck was I thinking? I wasn’t. That was the problem. Whenever I was around Kennedy, my brain shut off completely, too consumed by the way she fluttered her eyelashes, how tight her ass was beneath those tiny skirts, and how she never hid what she really wanted. Me.
How the fuck was a guy supposed to resist those gorgeous brown eyes as her delicate fingers ran up my chest? Oh yeah, Nix was going to castrate me. Shit. And worse than Nix, Kennedy hated me. It was probably for the best. We could go our separate ways; I could tell Nix that she was fine, and how she didn’t need me watching out for her. He would never have to know what happened last night against that brick wall. But there was another problem. I couldn’t walk away. Not from her. Not now. Not ever.
Kennedy was the spark that had been missing from my life for so long. Every time she was near me, I felt alive, and like I was worth something. Too bad, after last night, I was the last person she wanted to hear from. It was obvious when I had called her, freaking out, because her roommate couldn’t find her.
She rushed me off the phone with an ‘I’m fine’ and ‘it’s none of your business where I am’. And it wasn’t my business, but goddamn it, I needed it to be.
I walked out of my apartment, hopped in my car, and headed toward Kennedy’s dorm. She could rush me off the phone, but trying to get rid of me in person wouldn’t be as easy.
On the way, I stopped at a coffee shop, and picked up her large coffee with one sugar and skim milk. If she was as hungover as I suspected her to be, after hearing her voice this morning, there was no way she’d be able to resist the cup of life in my hand.
Peace offering in hand, and my best smile plastered on my face, I knocked on her door. I waited, and when there was no answer, I knocked again. “Kenny, I know you’re in there. Open the damn door.”
“Go away, Becky.” There was a growl in her voice, which only made me more determined to get into her room.
“I’m not going anywhere until you open the door.”
“Then I hope you have no plans for today.”
“Cleared my schedule just for you, Kenny.”
“Ugh!” I heard her flop back on her bed, and then the groans of agony.
“Bet you’re feeling pretty shitty right about now,” I said to the door. “I’d bet a nice cup of coffee would help. Mmm… it smells so good.”
A few seconds passed, and then the door clicked open. A victorious smile spread across my face as I pushed into her room. Her blonde hair was thrown up in a messy bun, and her usually bright brown eyes were dull and surrounded by black bags.
“You look like shit,” I said, with an amused grin.
She snatched the coffee from my hand. “Fuck you.”
I swallowed at the fact I already did. My eyes lingered on the low cut of her shirt, and my mind remembered how good she tasted. Even looking like shit, she was the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen. I was screwed.
“Thanks,” she finally said, and held up the cup. “I needed this.”
I ignored the searing desire to have a repeat of last night, and plopped down beside her on the bed.
“You know what the best thing for a hangover is?” I asked.
She burrowed into the corner, pulling her comforter up around her waist. “No, but I would pay top dollar to find out.”
I reached across her to where her laptop sat on her bed, and brought it back to me. “Grease,” I replied, knowing how much she loved that stupid movie. I just watched it with her the other day, but if it would make her feel better, I’d watch it a hundred times over.
“Oh, really?” Kennedy arched an eyebrow. “Is it clinically approved?”
“Better. It’s Beckham approved.”
A little laugh slipped from her lips, and damn if it wasn’t the cutest thing ever.
“You’re such an ass.” She playfully shoved my shoulder, and, without thinking, I grabbed her wrist. The feel of her skin shot an electric current straight to my dick.
We both froze in place, and then our eyes locked. The moment was charged with unsaid words and the undeniable attraction we shared. Her pouty lips parted, and I dropped her wrist like it was burning my own. And it was. I wanted to throw her up against the wall and fuck the shit out of her. Have her rip at my hair while I finger fucked her till she was screaming my name. .
I took a deep breath, reminding myself of how much I loved my dick, and how, if her brother ever found out, I’d probably never see it again. Kennedy was a temptress with her big brown eyes and gorgeous smile, but I had to be resilient, and fight the urges to fuck her stupid. It was for the best. I couldn’t give her what she wanted anyway. I meant what I said when I told her she was too good for me. She was. She deserved someone who could give her the world. The only thing I could give her was some crappy cup of coffee, and an hour and a half of my time while we watched one of the world’s most annoying movies.
She brushed off my sudden freak out, and leaned over me, pressing her perfectly round tits against my arm. Grease popped up on the screen, and she hit play.
I was so used to Kennedy flying off the handle every time I purposely refused her, so I was a little taken aback by her little act. I was waiting for her head to start spinning and green shit to spew from her mouth. .
“You’re really going to watch this with me again?” she asked all innocently.
“Of course I will.” Her dull eyes lit up, and her excitement broke me down. “Come here,” I said, and held my arm up. I knew being close to her was wrong. Stupid really. But, if I wasn’t able to have her, at least I could hold her, and pretend for the next hour and a half that things were different.
She snuggled into my side, and I ran my hand over her mess of blonde hair. Even though it was wrong, it felt so right.
“Becky?” Her voice was so small I barely heard it.
“Yeah, Ken?”
“About last night.”
My body stiffened beneath her. I was an idiot to think she wouldn’t bring it up. But what did I expect? That I could just show up the next morning after fucking her against a building, and she wouldn’t say a damn thing? I knew her better than that. Still, I hoped we could pretend things hadn’t changed. “Can we just forget about it for now?” I asked, and hated myself for even requesting that of her.
She curled her fingers across my chest, and I waited for her to punch me. Instead, she uncurled them, resting her hand flat against me. “For now,” she said.
I sighed a breath of relief. For today, I was safe.
Chapter 2
I woke up with morning wood and a text from Nix telling me about some chick he slept with last night. Normally, we’d go back and forth comparing notes, but I was with his sister last night. Purely innocent, but still not something I wanted to share with Nix. He’d as
k too many questions if he thought I was not just watching out for her, but also accompanying her to the library, and sitting there while she studied.
He’d get suspicious. Hell, I would be suspicious. You only do that shit when you wanted to get in a girl’s pants. The truth was, I just enjoyed being around Kennedy. Even if that was the case, Nix would never understand.
To keep Nix from thinking any differently, I texted him back.
Beck: The girl I was with last night could suck a golf ball through a hose.
Nix: Was she hot?
Beck: Who cares? I didn’t have to look at her face. But she had a great rack.
Nix: Nice!
Nix: Just got to the gym. I’ll catch you later.
Beck: When’s your next fight?
Nix had gotten into UFC fighting last year before I transferred. He was pretty fucking good, too. Another reason he didn’t need to know I screwed his sister. I watched him take a guy down with one good punch. I didn’t want to be on the receiving end of his fist, that was for damn sure.
Nix: Two weeks from Saturday. Have to drop six pounds.
Beck: Good luck with that! I’m going to get me some bacon, egg and cheese on a roll.
Nix: Fuck you.
I tossed my phone on the nightstand, and headed out to take a shower, when there was a knock on the door. Who the fuck would that be? I scratched my head, and then held my hair out of my face. Without even bothering to toss on a t-shirt, I answered.
Kennedy, in a tight pair of jeans and a t-shirt that hugged every beautiful curve, held up two cups of coffee. But when she took me in, her smile quickly warped into a wide eyed stare. Her gaze lingered downward, and her cheeks flushed. I looked down, and totally forgot about the major morning wood I was packing.
She cleared her throat. “Um…is…uh…I brought coffee.” She pushed the cup at me practically smacking me in the chest. Her eyes darted all around, but kept managing to drop to the bulge in my underwear.
“I wasn’t expecting company,” I said, with a slow amused smile, as I took the coffee from her outstretched hand.
Her finger twirled in the air, and pointed at my crotch. “I can see that. Did I interrupt you, Palm-ala, and her five friends?”
A laugh bellowed out from my throat. “Funny. No. Just woke up like this.”
She bit her lip, and blinked up at me through those long lashes of hers. “Is he always ready to go?”
He definitely was, and since I opened the door, he’d been even more eager. My head told me to not feed into her flirting, but my dick took over, and the words were out before I could stop them. “Oh yeah. He never sleeps.”
She nibbled at the corner of her mouth, and damn if that wasn’t the hottest thing I’d ever seen. Visions of her sliding that pretty little mouth up and down my shaft popped into my head. I swallowed down the desire to scoop her up, and carry her to my bedroom. I needed to focus on something other than her lips, so I took a sip of my coffee, shifting my gaze to the kitchen.
“You want to come in?” I asked, only then realizing how stupid of an idea that was. The last thing I needed was Kennedy in my apartment with the door shut. It was dangerous territory we were walking into, and I swear she knew it.
She strutted past me with a triumphant smirk. “I thought you’d never ask.”
“So, what brings you to this side of town so early in the morning?”
“I figured I owed you coffee. I got up early, so I thought I’d personally deliver it.”
“How’d you get here?”
“I walked.”
I arched an eyebrow at her. It was a ten minute drive to my apartment from hers. To walk it, it would’ve taken her at least a half hour. My coffee was still hot. There was no way.
“Okay, fine. I took a cab.”
Sweet, yes, but she forgot how well I knew her. Kennedy Bennett didn’t go out of her way for anyone. Unless she had an ulterior motive. I just had to figure out what it was. “Went through a lot of trouble just to give me a cup of coffee.”
“I guess I felt like I owed you. I haven’t exactly been easy to be around. You mean well. I know that. Sometimes, I let my emotions get the best of me, and I take it out on you, so this is my way of saying thanks.”
I walked over to her, and pressed the back of my hand to her forehead.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Checking for a fever. You must be delirious.”
She swatted my hand away. “Knock it off. I’m being serious.”
Those adorable little wrinkles didn’t appear between her eyebrows. Maybe she was being honest. I didn’t think she had it in her. “I appreciate it. Thank you. Did you eat?”
She shook her head. “Just coffee.”
I walked over to the cabinet, and took out two bowls. “Coffee is not breakfast.”
“In my book it is.”
“Well, your book is wrong. I have your favorite.” I pulled out a box of Lucky Charms, which we used to fight over every morning after I stayed the night at her parents’ house.
An excited smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, and she waved her fingers in a come hither motion.
I laughed and filled the bowl before pushing it over to her.
“Milk?”
“No, you have to eat it dry,” I joked. “It’s in the fridge.” I turned around, going to grab it at the same time she moved and headed in the same direction. I caught myself before slamming into her.
Her hand planted on my chest. “Whoa,” she whispered, as I grabbed her arms, and steadied her. Touching her skin was like an instant hard on, and that’s when I realized I was still in just my underwear. “You’re right. He doesn’t sleep.”
Her lips, glossy and plump, were begging me to kiss them, but I knocked that urge the fuck out, and stepped back. I hitched my thumb over my shoulder. “I’m going to take a shower, and then I’ll drive you to campus.”
“Do you need a hand?” she said, glancing down to my raging hard on.
Oh God, did I ever. A mouth would be nice too. Wet and opened, waiting for me to plunge in. No. I had to get a damn hold of myself. I always had the upper hand. I was letting her get to me, and Beckham Fox didn’t let any girl call the shots. I was the one who was in control dammit.
“You eat your cereal. I’ll be out soon,” I said, and then with more self-control than I ever suspected I had, I walked away, leaving Kennedy with her Lucky Charms.
I went into the shower and wrapped my hand around my shaft, reacquainting myself with Palm-ala and her five friends.
Chapter 3
After jerking off alone in the shower like a pathetic loser, I drove us to school. She had this amused look on her face the entire ride there.
“What’s so funny?” I finally asked.
“Nothing,” she sing-songed.
I pushed at the wrinkles on the bridge of her nose. “Liar.”
She turned her nose up at me and laughed. I let it go only because of the light in her eye, and the smile on her face, was making me happy.
I pulled into the parking lot and threw the car in park, then got out, and headed toward the path I took every morning.
“Why are we walking this way?” Kennedy asked?
“Because I always go this way.”
“Yeah, because you meet me at the coffee cart, but I brought the coffee to you today, so we don’t have to go this way.”
“It’s actually the fastest way, and since someone insisted on a second bowl of cereal, we’re running late.”
“But…If I knew that, I wouldn’t have brought the coffee to you. I would’ve just stood here, and waited for you.”
“But, then you wouldn’t have had that amazing view.”
Her eyes skittered across my body, and she shrugged. “Trust me, it wasn’t that amazing. I’ve seen better.”
“Oh really now!” I went up behind her, and tickled her sides. She squirmed in my arms, pressing her ass into my cock. He woke right the fuck up and pulsed at the pressure. T
houghts of her writhing in my arms as I fucked her up against the wall filled my mind.
Wall sex was amazing, but dreams of having her in my bed, and being able to take my time with her was the reason I’d been waking up rock hard every morning. I imagined sucking her clit while I thrust my finger deep into her dripping wet pussy, driving her to the point of torture as she squirmed uncontrollably against my tongue.
I was just grateful we were far away from my apartment, because the way she felt beneath my fingers, I was two beats away from throwing her over my shoulder, and carrying her to my bedroom, to have her bent over my bed as I plowed into her.
Her ass rubbed slowly against my cock, and I swear she did it on purpose. “What I found so funny earlier, was the fact that I was right there. Yours for the taking, and you chose to jerk off instead.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, letting go of her, and walking ahead.
She hurried up, and fell into pace beside me. “You grunt, pretty loud might I add, when you cum. I heard you, and I have to tell you it was quite the turn on,” she purred, as she ran her pink polished fingernail up my arm.
I ran a hand over my still damp hair, and wished it wasn’t pulled back already. I was finding the need to keep my hands busy. Afraid if I didn’t, I’d find another wall to push Kennedy up against. Jerking off this morning might as well have not even happened. The release I was so desperate for was short lived.
“So tell me,” she said, stopping in front of me, and running that finger down my chest. “Who’s better? Me or your hand?”
I swallowed, and my Adam’s apple bobbed, making it obvious Kennedy had the upper hand. I was losing control, but I was starting to think that wasn’t such a bad thing.
“Palm-ala does bring her five friends along,” I joked, regaining my composure.
“True, but does she want it as bad as I do? I bet she doesn’t drip with desire like I do. She doesn’t feel as good as I do, does she?”
I should’ve taken her hands off my chest, and continued walking to her class. Ignored her attempt at seducing me. But I was slowly learning that when it came to Kennedy, I was weak.
