“Looks like Crystal’s still up.”
“Or just passed out with the lights on,” she said, trying her best to not sound afraid.
I pulled into my parking spot and shut off the engine. She reached for the handle but I stopped her by gently taking her hand.
“Hey, you don’t have to go inside there if you don’t want to. My old man is working graveyard tonight so you can crash at my place.”
“No, it’s okay, Kris. I’m used to this. If she’s up I will try to just side step her to my room and lock my door.”
I felt angrier as the seconds ticked away. It made me irate to see her this way. No one should be afraid to go home and seeing her trying to hide her fear of her mother always made me see red.
“Can I at least make sure you get to your room safely? You know if I’m there she won’t fuck with you.”
The one thing I had going for me was my looks and Crystal was a true whore. She tried everything she could when I was around to get into my pants and even though I never let it get that far I used it to help keep Jessie safe from her. She was fucking disgusting and being near her made me feel like I was going to puke.
She bit her bottom lip and turned her face to me.
She nodded her head and said, “Yes. Thank you so much, Kris.”
“What are best friends for?” I asked, mirroring her words.
I got out of the truck and she scooted across the cab and got out of the driver’s side door.
“Only a true friend would walk a girl to her apartment to keep her bitch mother from attacking her by letting the skank try to seduce him,” she said, and I scoffed.
“As if that whore had a chance. How someone as trashy as her had a daughter as beautiful as you is beyond me,” I answered, and I thought I heard Jessie let out a soft gasp.
Neither of us spoke as we walked up to her apartment. I heard shuffling as she unlocked the door. Crystal was obviously awake and I could sense Jessie’s fear. I placed an arm on her shoulder and rubbed it reassuringly as we walked inside.
Crystal was sitting on the couch with one leg propped up on the coffee table. As soon as we were inside her eyes landed on Jessie and it seemed like she was trying to focus. The bitch was as high as a fucking kite. Luckily, getting her to back off so Jessie could get some sleep would be a piece of cake.
“Where the hell have you been? You’re dressed like a fucking whore,” she snapped, her words slightly slurred.
“I told you I had the night off so I went to see Kris’s band play,” Jessie said quietly.
Crystal was poised to say something else but when her drugged up eyes roamed to me, her mouth broke into a predatory smile.
“Well, there’s the little drummer boy all grown up. Who knew when you were a little kid you’d grow up to be sex on legs? Why do you keep hanging around Jessica’s bony ass when you can put that cock of yours into a real woman?”
I fought back the bile rising in my throat. I knew she was strung out and wouldn’t remember much so I eased Jessie behind me so she could go into her room and I’d stay and handle Crystal.
Playing along, I said, “I don’t think you could take my cock all the way. It’s pretty fucking huge.”
Her glassy eyes moved down from my face to my crotch and she licked her lips. It was taking all of my strength not to vomit as she looked at me like she wanted to eat me alive.
“Well, you’re just going to have to prove that to me, big boy. Come on, ditch that little hussy daughter of mine and show me a good time,” she said, her speech beginning to slur even more.
I saw this as a golden opportunity to knock her ass out for a while and I grabbed the bottle of cheap whiskey that was sitting next to her ash tray on the coffee table. I took a drink and then offered the bottle to her.
“Ladies first,” I said, using the term ‘lady’ very loosely.
She took a deep drink from the bottle and coughed after she swallowed it. She tried to talk some more but her words were pretty inaudible at this point. I kept encouraging her to drink and drink and when the bottle was almost gone, she dropped it and it landed on the floor with a loud clink. I picked it up and set it back on the coffee table, looking at her in the process. The bitch was out cold.
I sighed from relief and quickly rose to go to Jessie’s room.
I tapped on the door lightly and said, “Jess, it’s me, open up.”
She unlocked the door and opened it for me, keeping her body tucked behind the door.
“Come in,” she whispered, afraid to wake her mother.
As soon as I was inside, she quickly locked the door shut again. When I turned around and looked at her, I felt my entire world shift in an instant.
Jessie was wearing a tight white camisole that was pretty worn and thin and short plaid sleep shorts. In the thirteen years I’d known her, the only time I’d ever seen her legs was that first day of school in second grade when she was wearing that dingy blue dress. Back then she had scrapes on her knees and her legs were dirty…nothing like I was looking at now. Her skin was a sun kissed tan and her legs were long and toned and made her ass look perfect in those shorts. Whoa…Jessie had definitely grown up and I had no idea how I’d missed it.
“Hey, Kris, you okay?” she asked me. “You’re staring off into space and you look like your mind is somewhere else.”
I blinked my eyes a few times and ran a hand through my spiky hair.
“Oh yeah, sorry. I guess I’m just getting tired.”
Something was definitely off with me tonight…I’d fought off an erection when her ass brushed up against me and now I was almost caught staring at her beautiful legs. This dry spell I was going through was definitely getting to me if I was catching myself checking out my best friend.
She walked to me and playfully shoved me.
“What the fuck ever, you were totally staring at my legs, you pervert,” she teased.
My mouth fell open.
“I was not, you little shit!” I laughed.
“Oh yes you were. Man, you need to get laid big time if you were checking me out,” she laughed, grabbing a hair tie from her dresser and pulling her long, light brown hair into a pony tail.
“Well, it has been a while, but why wouldn’t I check you out? Jude was right before. You are hot Jess.”
She scoffed and laughed.
“Okay, whatever buddy. How long has it been for you now? Six months?”
“Why are you keeping track of how often I’m having sex?” I asked, laughing.
“I’m not keeping track, I just know it was around Christmas when you broke up with that Shannon girl,” she answered, sitting on her bed criss-cross style.
I sat down at the foot of her bed and grinned.
“Well you’re one to tease, Jess. How long has it been since you had sex?”
She rolled her eyes and smiled.
“You should know the answer to that question, Kris. I’m not a slut like you. I’m still holding onto my V-card, thank you very much.”
I shook my head and smiled at her. I knew Jessie was still a virgin but hearing her admit it out loud made my dick twitch. Thank God I was sitting down. Fuck I needed to get laid.
“I know, I’m just joking. I’m glad you’re still holding onto it.”
She cocked her head to the side and asked, “You are? Why is that?”
“Because nobody’s ever been good enough to take it. The guy who does is going to have a fucking hard time getting it too because he’ll have to go through me first.”
“What the hell does that mean?” she asked, trying to sound light but coming off as a mix between shocked and serious.
“It means that you’re my best friend, Jessie, and if any guy wants to get closer to you he’s going to have to prove himself. You’re too special to just give it away to any prick out there.”
“Well I’ve almost made it eighteen years without sleeping with anyone and I don’t think it will be happening any time soon, so calm the hell down. There isn’t
anyone I’m remotely interested in anyway.”
Something about her admission made me relax. I don’t know why it concerned me as much as it did, but knowing that she was still pure made me calm. It’s not like I wanted to be the one that she gave her virginity to…or did I?
The thought hit me like a ton of bricks. I looked at Jessie, sitting on her bed in her tiny pajamas, and I suddenly had a hard time swallowing. I couldn’t stop my eyes from roaming from her legs to…between them. The fact that she was pure as snow and that no one had ever even touched her there made a switch flip inside me and my dick was rapidly getting hard. My eyes moved up to her breasts, which were barely visible through the thin, worn cotton of her shirt. I could barely make out her nipples, which were hardening by the second, and my mouth started to water. They looked perfect, firm, and delicious…
I was snapped back to reality when I felt Jessie’s hand lightly touch my arm.
“Kris? Are you all right?” she asked, her voice now husky and barely above a whisper.
I cleared my throat and stood up quickly, keeping my back to her so she wouldn’t see my rapidly growing erection.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Listen, Crystal is probably going to be out for a good twelve hours so you should get some sleep. I’ll lock your door behind me.”
When I turned back to look at her, her cheeks were a bright pink and she was breathing heavily.
“Kris, wait…”
“Good night, Jess. I’ll call you tomorrow,” I said, and with those last words I left her bedroom and locked the door behind me.
I threw a hateful glance at Crystal, who was as passed out as ever, as I left and walked down the hallway to the apartment where I lived. As soon as I was inside, I locked up and practically ran to the bathroom. I had a raging hard on and I needed to get rid of it right away.
I didn’t even lock the door behind me before I unzipped my jeans and took my rigid dick into my hand. I rested my free hand on the wall and I moaned loudly as I stroked my cock.
As soon as I closed my eyes, Jessie’s face flashed in my mind. I instantly remembered her soft, sexy body in her pajamas and then I imagined getting her out of them with her legs wrapped around my waist as I buried myself in a place no one had ever been.
It didn’t take long before I blew my load and I punched the wall with my fist as I emptied myself into a towel. Panting, I slid down the wall with my pants barely covering my ass and rested my head against the wall. Holy fucking shit. I didn’t know what the hell had changed for me in the past few hours but the only thing I knew for sure was I wanted Jessie. I wanted her bad and I had no fucking idea what to do.
Chapter 2
Jessie
I sat in my bed completely frozen with my heart about to beat out of my chest.
What the hell had just happened?
Kris and I were just talking like normal and then completely out of nowhere his mood changed and he was staring at me like he wanted to devour me. Had I imagined that? I hoped like hell I hadn’t.
The past few hours had been kind of strange. I was able to get a night off from The Greasy Spoon to come to Bad Blooded Rebel’s show at Metal Cage and I was excited. I hadn’t been to a show in almost a month and I needed a night to relax. If I wasn’t working my ass off saving money to get out of Crystal’s apartment, I was locked in my room to hide from her when she was strung out or drunk.
I had a blast watching their show and dancing around to their music. Even the douche bag that tried hitting on me didn’t spoil my good mood because Kris stepped into help me like he always did. The night had been great all around. Cory Brewer had heard them play and was hoping to bring them on their summer tour, but the best part was when I bumped into Kris he seemed to react to being close to me. That had never happened before in all the years I’d known him. I felt a shift in our relationship that filled me with hope for the first time in my life.
I had been in love with Kris Engle from the first day I saw him playing outside our apartment building with Jude, Beau, and Ryder. There was something about him that grabbed my attention, even then when I was only five years old. On our first day of school when he saved me from being bullied by Kyle Carter, my heart was completely lost to him and it took everything I had every single day to not tell him how I felt.
I’d stuck by him through everything…his dad’s alcoholic rages when he would beat him bloody, his heartache from growing up without a mother to save him from his nightmare, and even going through puberty when the girls started to see what I’d seen since I was in kindergarten.
Kris was absolutely gorgeous with his dirty blonde hair and breathtaking green eyes. It was heartbreaking for me to watch him being pawed at by the bitches we went to school with and even worse when he got serious with a few of them. The night he told me he’d lost his virginity to Ashley Clark I cried all night long and I didn’t sleep a wink.
For years Kris only saw me as a friend and his reaction to me tonight at the club and just now in my room had knocked the wind out of me. I know I hadn’t imagined it but it seemed too good to be true. There was no way Kris actually had any kind of feelings toward me other than friendship. However, if he was to come into my room right now and tell me he wanted me, I knew for sure that I’d give up everything I had for him.
When I told him tonight I was still a virgin, I obviously didn’t admit that the reason I’d held on for so long was because I wanted him to be my first and I was still holding out hope that he would be. I’d had my share of offers but no one came close to Kris in my mind. He was my dream and if I had to go to my grave still waiting for him that’s what I would do.
He’d asked me earlier in the evening what I wanted to do for my birthday and I answered him honestly…sort of. I definitely wanted to be with the guys but if there was one thing I wanted for my birthday, the only thing I’d wanted for almost every birthday, was Kris. I’d give anything to have him love me like I’d always loved him.
Safely locked inside my room and away from Crystal, I fell asleep that night with hope flowing through me for the first time ever. I didn’t know what was going through Kris’ mind tonight but whatever it was I prayed it was the start of something good for us.
“Five, four, three, two, one…and I’m officially off the clock. Hallelujah!” I laughed, high-fiving Tiffany, my manager at The Greasy Spoon.
“I can’t believe you worked on your birthday,” she said, smiling. “You’re officially eighteen. You should be out doing barely legal teenager things with your friends.”
I smiled at her but inside I was angry and sad. I was originally off work today but decided to ask for the extra shift when I hadn’t heard from Kris about any birthday plans. In fact, I hadn’t heard from him at all in the past week…not since the incident in my bedroom the night of their show.
I had heard through Beau, Jude, and Ryder that they hadn’t heard from Cory Brewer yet so I knew that he wasn’t gone and besides, if something that huge were to happen for them he would tell me about it…at least I hope he would have.
At this point, I was furious with him. Not one day had gone by in the past thirteen years where I didn’t see Kris or talk to him in some way. For him to avoid me like the plague for a week and not even call to tell me happy birthday, fuck you, anything hurt me very badly. I think at this point if I saw him I might punch him in his pretty face.
“Well, that isn’t happening today so I think I’m just going to head home and chill,” I answered, knowing full well that home was the last place I wanted to be on my birthday.
I didn’t want to be around Crystal and listen to her tell me for the millionth time that she wished she never had me and that I would never mean anything to anyone. I didn’t really have a plan but I knew for sure I didn’t want to go home.
“Well, whatever you do today make sure it’s fun. You deserve it, sweetheart,” said Tiffany.
I had always liked Tiffany. She was a single mother of two little girls and was the only female in my life that
I could remember ever being nice to me.
“Thanks, Tiff. I’ll try,” I answered, grabbing my purse and heading toward the back door. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“See you girl. Happy birthday!” she called after me as I walked out the back door.
I was pulling out my wallet to make sure I had change for the bus when I heard someone whistle loudly. Oh no, I thought, another pervert trying to get my attention. I kept my head down and continued walking toward the bus stop.
I was almost there when I heard a whistle again and someone yell out, “Hey birthday girl!”
I turned and saw my guys, all four of them, leaning up against Kris’ old truck. Seeing Kris standing against the hood with his arms crossed and a stiff grin on his face made me feel confused. I was elated to see him after a week of no contact but he looked like he didn’t really want to be here. I fought past the pain in my chest as I walked to where they were standing.
I smiled when I reached the group. Jude was holding balloons, Beau was holding a small cake, Ryder was holding a gift bag, and Kris was holding a small bouquet of baby pink roses.
“Hey guys, what’s all this?” I asked.
“It’s not every day our girl turns eighteen,” Beau said. “Happy birthday, Jess.”
I hugged him and smiled. I fought back tears as I made my way down the line, embracing each one of them. When I reached Kris, I almost held myself back from hugging him. He didn’t know what his absence this past week had done to me and I was still angry at him. I’d had to work extra hard to hide from Crystal’s wrath.
“Hey Kris,” I said shortly, trying to stand my ground but being tough wasn’t in the cards for me today. When he wrapped his sculpted arms around me and enveloped me in a warm hug I was lost. I was still hurt that he’d stayed away but I was just happy to be back in his arms that it made the sting a little less painful.
“Happy birthday,” he whispered into my ear.
“Thanks,” I answered quickly, trying to ignore the tingles that shot down my spine from feeling him against me.
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