by Marie York
“I am,” she responded, and Tripp actually giggled like a fucking girl. “You know my brother?” Kennedy asked, and looked to me with curious eyes.
“I’m Max,” Max reached over Tripp, and held his hand out. “Don’t mind Tripp here. He doesn’t get out much. We met your brother last semester when he crashed here for a few days. Great guy.”
“He is.”
I needed to end the introductions. If anything, just to get Tripp to stop glancing at me with raised eyebrows, nodding his head like he knew what was up.
“Ken, let me take your coat,” I offered.
She yanked it tight around her. “No. It’s okay. I’m cold.”
“It’s like sixty degrees out,” I muttered.
“I’m always cold,” she said, but I knew for a fact she wasn’t. She sat down in the single chair next to the couch, and gingerly crossed her legs.
Her body was stiff, and her movements were with purpose, but when I gave her a weird look, she smiled, and ignored the question in my eyes.
“So, who’s playing?” she asked, even though I could tell she could care less about the game. If she cared she would have looked at the screen and figured it out herself. I knew she’d come in to watch, but she hated baseball. The only sport she’d watch was football.
“Yankees and the Cardinals.”
She nodded and sat back in her chair. We continued to watch the game, but I couldn’t keep my eyes off Kennedy, and stop wondering what it was that was bothering her.
She looked almost uncomfortable, and I hated to see her looking that way in my place. By the top of the eighth, she excused herself to the bathroom. I pretended like I needed a beer from the fridge and followed her. Not like I was fooling anyone.
Once in the bathroom, she went to shut the door, and I placed my hand on the wood, holding it open.
She startled then grabbed her chest when she noticed it was me. “Beck, what are you doing?”
“You’re acting weird.”
“I’m not acting weird,” she retorted.
“Just like the last time you weren’t acting weird. Ken, I know you, and I know when you’re not acting like yourself.”
She grabbed my arm, and yanked me into the bathroom. The door eased shut behind me, and she shrugged. “Okay, I am acting weird, but only because…” She undid the tie on her trench coat, and let it fall to the floor.
My eyes nearly bogged out of my head. The only thing she had on beneath the coat was some swatches of rose colored lace. Two tiny pieces of lace covered her nipples, but I could still see the taut peaks beneath. A sliver covered her pussy, and, holy hell, she was wearing a garter belt, connected to two skin colored thigh high stockings.
I took a deep breath as my gaze raked over her body. My dick strained against my jeans as I took in each captivating curve.
“I thought you’d be alone,” she finally said.
“I…I…You…” I couldn’t get words to form. All I could focus on was the two lines against her thighs, and the small triangle covering her pussy.
“I was bored and horny.” She bit her lip and damn if that didn’t undo me right there. “Like I said, I didn’t know you had friends over.”
“I’ll get rid of them.”
She held her hand up. “No!”
“And why the hell not?”
“Because they’ll know you’re getting rid of them so we can have sex.”
“So?”
“I don’t know. I just don’t want them to know.”
“They won’t.” I kissed her lips, trying not to touch her anymore. Afraid if I did, I wouldn’t be able to peel myself away from her. “You have no idea how hard I’m going to fuck you,” I said as I pulled away.
“Good. I was hoping for hard.” She winked a sultry eye at me, and I stuck my hand in my pants and pulled my dick up, so it was hidden in the waistband of my jeans.
“Go in my bedroom. I’ll be in soon,” I said, and headed back to the guys.
“Is everything okay?” Max asked.
“She’s not feeling well. It’s why she came over. She didn’t want to be alone. I told her to go lay down in the bedroom. She’ll be okay.” I sat back down on the couch, and picked up my beer, acting as if I didn’t have a half-naked Kennedy waiting for me.
“If she’s not feeling well, we’ll head out,” Max said, and I thanked my lucky stars that I knew what his response would be.
“The game’s almost over,” Tripp whined, and I guessed that right, too.
“Come on. We’ll catch the last inning at McGuire’s. This game kind of sucks anyway. I’d rather go pick up chicks then watch the Yankees score another run. First round is on me.”
“Then what are we waiting for?” Tripp jumped up from the couch.
“Don’t be a stranger,” Max said, giving me a pat on my shoulder.
“But, if we don’t hear from you, I’ll assume Nix cut your dick off, and left you to bleed in the woods,” Tripp laughed before smacking my back.
“Thanks, dick.”
“Catch you later,” Max said, and they finally left.
I all but ran back to my bedroom. Kennedy’s coat was draped over the edge of my bed, and she was lying propped up on her elbow. “Sorry to cut your evening short,” she cooed.
“Baby, on my list of priorities, fucking you is always number one.” I ripped my shirt off and went to her. “Now, get over here, so I can fuck that tight little pussy of yours.” I slipped out of my jeans, and took my cock in my hand, stroking it.
“Hard, right?” she questioned, fluttering those damn long lashes of hers.
“You have no idea,” I growled.
Chapter 9
The next morning, I woke up to Kennedy in my arms. Normally, I’d freak out, contemplate gnawing my arm off, but not with Kennedy. I pulled her close to me, and kissed her bare shoulder. She stirred beneath me, and smiled a big sleepy smile.
“Hey, stranger,” she said.
I kissed her nose. “Hey. Are you hungry?”
“For you? Always.”
“Three times in one night isn’t enough for you?”
“Never,” she said, running her finger nails along my chest.
“I need to refuel. Breakfast first, and then you can do that thing you did last night.”
“Which thing?” she winked.
“The thing with your tongue,” I reminded her, even though she knew exactly what I was talking about.
“Fine. Breakfast first,” she pouted. “I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”
I kissed her forehead, then pulled on a pair of gym shorts, and walked out of the bedroom. I heard the bathroom door click as I pulled a carton of eggs from the fridge.
There was a knock at the door. Once again, I wasn’t expecting anyone, so without even thinking, I opened the door.
“Surprise,” Nix said, and I almost dropped the carton of eggs.
“Nix!” I exclaimed. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
He pulled me into a hug, and I noticed the duffle bag on his shoulder.
“What’s this?” I asked, pointing to the bag.
“I booked a fight for this weekend. Thought I’d surprise you. You don’t mind if I crash, right?”
“Uh..n..no?”
“Good.” He patted my shoulder, and walked into my apartment.
I prayed to God that Kennedy heard his voice, and hid herself far away from his sight.
“I can’t wait to see Kennedy. She’s going to freak,” he said.
“Oh, she’s going to freak alright,” I agreed.
“Beck, you’re out of face wash,” Kennedy called out, and then was standing in my living room with an empty bottle of face wash in nothing more than my t-shirt. She glanced up, and she dropped the bottle. “Nix! What are you doing here?”
“I can ask you the same thing.”
“I…uh…I spilled coffee all over myself and Becks’ place is a lot closer than mine.”
“He didn’t have pants for you to throw on
?”
“I have to do laundry,” I lied and prayed he didn’t see the piles of folded clothes I had on the chair.
Nix laughed and shoved my shoulder. “Why didn’t you just say so?” He walked farther into my apartment, but Kennedy and I stood frozen in place.
She caught my eye from across the room and widened her gaze. We had to get Nix out of here before we got caught. There were too many pieces of evidence scattered around this place. If I didn’t get Nix out of there now my dick was as good as gone.
“Why don’t we go grab a coffee and let Kennedy finish getting dressed.”
“Sure, let me just go put my bag down.”
I went to grab it from him, but it was too late. He came to a stop in front of the chair and looked down at the pile of folded gym shorts and pants.
“I thought you had to do laundry?” Nix asked.
“Oh. Look at that. I completely forgot those were there,” I played dumb, but Nix was no fool. His eyes turned dark and his lip curled.
“Why don’t you stop fucking lying to me and tell me what’s really going on here.”
I moved my attention to Kennedy, neither one of us willing to admit the truth.
Kennedy threw her hands up and let out an over exaggerated sigh. “Isn’t it obvious? We’re sleeping together.”
Was she out of her fucking mind?
She crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m an adult now. You can’t tell me what to do.”
Nix’s fists clenched at his side. He turned to me, and I held my hands up. “You fucking bastard!” he screamed and came at me, but I had my speed going for me, and ducked out of his way. “She’s the blonde you texted me about. You sick fuck.”
That goddamned text kept coming back to haunt me. I didn’t try to explain. I ran behind the couch, and Nix met me on the other side. I moved one way, and he moved with me like a fucking shadow. He was going to kill me.
“Nix, leave him alone!” Kennedy yelled.
“Shut up, Kennedy,” he growled.
“Don’t talk to her like that,” I snarled.
“I asked you to look after her, not… not screw her!”
“It just happened,” I yelled
“Your dick just happened to fall out of your pants?”
“It wasn’t like that!” He didn’t need to know about the building or any of the details, he just needed to know that this wasn’t what he thought it was.
“So she isn’t just another girl you’re taking advantage of?”
“I wouldn’t do that to her,” I growled, but Nix didn’t back down.
“What makes her any different from the fucking list of girls you’ve screwed over?”
“I love her,” I blurted out and shocked the shit out of myself. Kennedy gasped and I locked eyes with her. I never loved anyone before, but now that the words were out, there was no denying it.
I got lost in her gaze and didn’t see Nix jump over the couch. I didn’t see him until his fist connected with my eye.
Pain exploded in my face, but I didn’t have time to care. Nix’s fist was coming at me again. I dodged him, and managed to get up, pushing him off of me.
Kennedy gasped. “Oh my God, Becky, you’re bleeding!”
“Becky?” Nix scoffed. “You got to be fucking kidding me.”
“Nix, what’s going on here is none of your business.” Kennedy stood tall, and I gave her credit for standing up to her brother, but he was still seething with rage.
“None of my business? You’re my goddamned sister, and he was my best friend.”
I almost expected him to spit at me with the amount of loathing in his tone when he said the words best friend. The was wasn’t lost on me.
“That doesn’t give you the right to control my life! I’m an adult now. You can’t tell me what to do or who I can see.”
His blue eyes darkened with fury. “The hell I can’t. And I don’t know what’s going on here, but it ends right now!”
“No!” Kennedy screamed. “I’m not ending anything.”
“Yes you are,” Nix insisted.
“No, I’m not. I love him.”
My head snapped to her and she smiled. “I do. I love you.”
Nix cracked his knuckles. “I don’t know what he’s told you, or what he’s said to you, but I can guarantee it was all done to get in your pants.”
He might as well have stabbed me in the back. A knife going through my flesh would probably hurt less. Other than Kennedy, Nix was all I had. He wasn’t just my best friend, he was my family.
Kennedy shook her head. “No, that’s not true. He’s been nothing but honest with me.”
“Really?!” Nix exclaimed, and I knew that what he was about to say would ruin everything. “Did he tell you why he transferred?”
Kennedy’s lips parted, but no words came out.
“If he’s been nothing but honest with you, then you would know the reason he transferred is because…”
“Don’t,” I pleaded.
Nix narrowed his eyes at me as blood dripped into my own. My vision blurred, but I didn’t even bother wiping the blood away. I didn’t want to see Kennedy’s face when Nix finished with what he was saying.
“Fuck you,” Nix said and then turned back to Kennedy. “He transferred because…”
“I don’t care,” Kennedy said.
“You don’t?” Nix questioned, and, for a second, I thought I might survive this, but then his lips parted, and I knew no matter how much begging and pleading I did, Kennedy would never talk to me again.
Nix’s lip curled in disgust. “He knocked someone up.”
The End
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Us
available June 29th, 2015
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Marie York is an American writer who works the corporate circuit by day but come nightfall transforms into a steamy writer. She loves the city life and a good cocktail.
