Just The Sex: Vol. 2

by LK Collins

  “Hey to you. How are you?”

  “I’m all right.”

  “What’s wrong? You sound out of breath.”

  “I’m out on a run.”

  “Arion, are you kidding me?”

  “What?” I ask confused.

  “There’s a goddamn storm on the way.”

  I realize then that it’s starting to get nasty outside. The wind around me howls and there are no other people out. “It’s not that bad,” I respond, looking into the gray sky.

  “The fuck it’s not. Where are you? I’m coming to get you.”

  “No, Bain, it’s fine, I can run back home.”

  “Where the FUCK are you?” he yells. “Goddammit, Arion!”

  “Ashbury Park,” I quickly respond, not liking his tone.

  “Fuck, that’s far from your house.”

  “No, it’s not, Bain. I don’t know why you’re freaking out, it’s not even raining.”

  “Because it’s going to be pouring frozen rain soon and it’s windy as fuck. Where exactly are you? It won’t take me long.”

  I explain to him where I am and within minutes, he arrives. Before I can open the passenger door, he leans over and opens it for me. He looks hot as fuck, dressed in a black t-shirt, his arms bulging through the material. He’s wearing dark jeans and has a soft beanie covering his hair.

  “Are you all right?”

  I nod my head and buckle my seatbelt. “Thank you for coming to get me.”

  He turns the heat up and says, “Of course. I was in the area, so it’s no big deal.”

  I can’t help, but smirk at him. “What were you doing in this area?”

  He shakes his head and I don’t push the question, because inside, I’m happy that he’s here. It was starting to get cold outside and really windy, even if I want to act like it wasn’t. It’s just starting to rain outside, so if I would have made it to Nate’s and my spot, then I would have been drenched. Plus, the cold and wet run home would have been no fun.

  “Where are we going?” I ask.

  “My house. Is that okay?”

  “Yeah.” His place is perfect and I know he can clear my mind.

  Bain doesn’t say much on the drive and neither do I. He knows our arrangement and clearly we are both in need of the distraction. But in the pit of my stomach, I feel like we are pushing those limits. Yes, we know the rules. Which in all honesty, when I’m around Bain, I wish I didn’t have, but sadly…I do. My past fucked me. With the rules, he should have picked me up solely to fuck, but I can sense there’s more going on with him. He’s keeping something from me and that’s why he was close to my house.

  We pull up to his home and he parks in the garage. Then we head inside and the warmth engulfs me. I almost shiver with how good it feels to have my entire body warmed.

  “Are you still cold?” he asks, wrapping his arms around me.

  Looking into his eyes, there is genuine concern etched across his face. “I’m better now, thank you.”

  “Good. Will you please not run again when it’s that crazy out?”

  I nod my head and follow Bain’s lead as he walks us to the couch. We sit facing each other. He places his face in his hands and I know right then that something is truly bothering him.

  “What’s the matter?” I ask.

  “They found new evidence in Kinsey’s case.”

  “Evidence?”

  “Yeah.”

  “What does that even mean?” I ask bewildered.

  “There was a fingerprint in her car that hasn’t matched anyone.”

  “Why are you just finding out about this now?”

  “I don’t know. But I’ve had a bad feeling about the investigator from the beginning and my dad was recently contacted by the FBI. Apparently, he knew about it all along and when it didn’t come back with a match, he let it go.”

  “The FBI, why are they involved?”

  “You know, I’m not sure. But I’m thankful.”

  “Does this mean she didn’t…?” I trail off, not sure if I should speak the words out loud or not.

  “It means that someone else was driving her car that day. It was found on the turn signal.”

  “Jesus, are you serious?”

  “That’s what they told my dad.”

  “I can’t imagine what’s going through your mind.”

  “Honestly, I just want to forget about it right now. I held onto hope for weeks after she went missing, thinking she was still alive. That’s why I needed to see you. I’m sorry if I acted like a dick.”

  “It’s fine. You’re going through hell. If I’m your distraction, then I’m happy to be,” I respond, scooting over and straddling his lap.

  Taking both of my hands, I wrap them into the back of his hair and pull his mouth to mine. I watch as his eyes close and he exhales heavily. With his mouth slacked open, I lean in, moaning, and kiss him. Giving him all of me. Wanting to take away every bit of pain that he’s feeling. For me, he does that every time we’re together.

  He takes his hands and slides them underneath the back of my hoodie. His warm fingers press into my skin before he pulls away and rips it above my head. Then I remove my bra and watch how his eyes look at my breasts, before he squeezes one and takes the other into his mouth. I push into him, loving the feeling of his lips, and grind my hips against his erection as it strains his pants.

  Reaching down, he unzips them. I scoot back and kneel next to him as he strokes himself. Then I take all of him in my mouth. He tastes delicious; his dick is already so hard. Moving my mouth up and down on his swollen member, makes my pussy yearn for pleasure. He reaches for me, rubbing me hard through my clothing. Pulling away, I finally stop and we both undress all the way. I help him with his shirt, lifting it over his head, and then push him down onto the couch.

  “I can’t wait to be inside your cunt,” he says, as I straddle him and guide his cock inside of me. As soon as he is in all the way, I lean back, bracing my hands on his thighs and begin to move, raising and lowering my hips. Bain holds my hips and bucks underneath me. With his head leaned against the couch, he has his lip tucked into his teeth and eyes tightly shut.

  I keep my movements steady and don’t have a filter on my noises. Bain fills me, giving me the pleasure I’ve been craving. “Fuck,” I cry loudly, tightening my pussy around him. His size still catches me off guard. Tilting my head, I concentrate on the greatness that is two bodies becoming one. Our skin slaps together, as his dick rubs me vigorously. My body begins to combust with pleasure and with urgency, I slam hard up and down, letting my release take over. I wait for Bain to do the same, but his noises never come. He seems to be even and calm, which is not like him – at all. Running my fingers through his hair, I ask, “Is everything okay?”

  “Yeah, why?”

  “You just…You didn’t come.”

  “Yeah, I did, right in the beginning. I don’t know what you’re doing to me or my cock, but I like it.”

  -Bain-

  Staring at Arion asleep in my bed, I almost feel guilty for not waking her. I check the clock and it’s 12:47am. I should take her home; I know how she feels about staying the night. But the truth is…I don’t want to, she makes everything so much better. Being around her makes all my worries so minuscule.

  Especially considering the morning we had, she really turned things around and made me forget about all of the bad shit. She also did a damn good job at keeping my mind busy. It was nice to talk to her about a lot of the thoughts swirling around my head. It makes me feel not so crazy getting them off my chest and having someone that agrees with me. Someone that’s experienced a loss a lot like I have.

  I know losing Kinsey isn’t the same as losing the love of your life. However, her loss impacted me to the point where I spiraled and lost touch with the person I once was. I’m addicted to pills, my mom is in rehab, and my family is basically torn. We’re not the same people we used to be.

  Arion rolls over, curling into a little ball. I le
ave a kiss on her cheek and get up to get dressed. I know I have to take her home. I owe her that much. I respect her wishes and won’t ruin that trust. Once I’m dressed, I lean over her, brushing her soft, blonde hair out of her face, and kiss her lips. “Wake up, sleepyhead. We gotta get going.”

  She doesn’t respond to me. I know she’s tired. “Come on, A. We gotta go, babe.” The word ‘babe’ leaves my mouth before I know what I’ve said. Jesus, what’s wrong with me? No feelings!

  Again she doesn’t respond and I nudge her a little. “Come on.”

  “No,” she grumbles.

  “No, let’s go,” I say tickling her back with the tips of my fingers.

  “Nuh-uh, I’m fine,” she responds and rolls into a tighter ball.

  “You sure?” I ask.

  She nods her head and I leave the bedroom. I mean, what can I do? If she says she’s fine, then she’s fine. I know what I want to do is strip down stark naked and cuddle her, but I can’t. I think I’m having these kinds of feelings because she told me not to. So instead, I make my way to the couch.

  I know having her in my house for the night will make it almost impossible for me to sleep, so I pray for some darkness. Before I hit the couch, I check that everything is locked and look in at her one last time. She’s so small and comfortable in my bed. She’s naked from the sex we had earlier, and that hair…I’ve always been a sucker for blondes.

  Going back to the living room, I turn the light off and plop down on the couch. Turning the TV on, I remember there isn’t shit on as it’s one in the morning. I roll over, covering myself with the throw from the back. The moment I close my eyes, I’m haunted with images of Kinsey and someone hurting her. I open them and stare at the ceiling. Dammit, I’m fucked up. The fingerprint doesn’t mean shit. I’m sure it was from one of her friends driving her car.

  I remind myself to think of Arion – she’s my distraction.

  _____

  Waking up, my hand is clutched tightly around my cock. God, it feels good. As I jerk myself, I imagine the inside of Arion’s pussy, so warm and tight. I have a tight grip around the base and suddenly realize she’s here. What the fuck am I doing?

  I pull my hand away and roll to my side, glancing around the room. The clock on the wall reads 11:18am. Sitting up, I stare at my erection, mentally pleading with it to go down. Once it does, I make my way to my bedroom, but Arion isn’t there. Nervously, I glance around. She can’t be far since she doesn’t have a car. She’s probably swimming, but the pool is empty and calm. Frantically, I begin to check each room.

  She’s not here. Fuck, she left.

  Walking back to the couch, I grab my cell phone. She hasn’t sent me a text or called. I dial her number and it rings a few times then goes to voicemail. I call her again and can’t believe that she really left without saying goodbye or anything.

  Goddammit, I knew I should have taken her home last night. I bet anything when she woke up, she was freaked out, or pissed off for staying the night. I shoot her a text. I need to know that she’s okay.

  Did you make it home all right? That’s all I send, I don’t want to sound like a lunatic, but I’m also worried about where she is.

  Staring at my screen, I begin to panic, hoping she’s safe. I start a pot of coffee to distract myself, then pop a few pills before getting in the shower. Busy, busy, busy, keep your mind busy! I repeat the words in my head as I step out of the shower and start to dry myself off. Then my phone rings and I answer it right away. “Arion?”

  “Uhh, no. This is Lieutenant Baker with the FBI, is this Bain Adams?”

  Fuck!

  “Uh-huh.” I grumble, instantly regretting answering the phone.

  “Mr. Adams, do you have a moment?”

  “Yeah.” My tone is somber, what else am I supposed to say? I want to slam the phone down and say fuck off because nothing is going to bring Kinsey back.

  “I was hoping we could talk about that print we found in your sister’s car.”

  “Does it have to be today? I’m kinda busy.” I lie.

  “I’m sorry to ask, but yes, if there’s any way you could, I would be grateful.”

  “Sure,” I grumble.

  “Thank you. Also, could you and your family please not have any contact with Detective Eldridge? I’ll fill you in on the details once you get here.”

  I agree and hang up, kind of in shock. What the hell happened? Suddenly I feel like I’m about to hyperventilate. Instinctively, I dial Arion’s number, but she doesn’t answer, so I call my dad.

  “Bain, is everything all right?”

  “Fuck, Dad, I don’t know.” My tone is laced with panic.

  “Goddammit, Bain, what’s going on?”

  Leaning my forearm against the wall, I stand there with my head resting on it, searching for the words

  “Son, my flight is about to take off so I have to turn my phone off. Please talk to me, tell me that you’re all right.”

  Exhaling loudly I stay strong for my dad. Taking a few deep breaths before I respond. “I’m fine, I just got a call from the FBI.”

  “Why are they calling you?”

  “They need to talk to me about the print found in Kinsey’s car.”

  “You don’t need to go. Not if it’s gonna upset you like this.”

  “I’m fine, really I am. I…I just had a moment and got upset.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yeah, he also said for us to not have any contact with Eldridge.”

  “Sir, you need to turn your phone off,” I hear a woman in the background say.

  “Why did he say that?”

  “I don’t know, I’ll call you after I meet with him, though.”

  “Stay strong, son. Are you sure you’re all right?”

  “I’m good. Fly safely.”

  “I will. I’ll call you as soon as I land.”

  We hang up and although I told my dad that I was okay, I feel weak and sick to my stomach. Pull your shit together, Bain. I do my best to snap out of it. This isn’t how Kinsey would want me to be. She would expect me to hold my head high and be strong for her. I should be happy that the FBI is finally involved and has made progress.

  Heading out of the house, I program the address into my GPS. It’s in the city and with traffic, it takes me close to an hour to arrive, but finally I do.

  The building is tall, sleek, and black. I put my car in park and contemplate taking a few pills to calm my nerves. Screw it; I’ve got nothing to lose at this point. Walking inside, I say a silent prayer, hoping that I can keep my shit together. Emotions swirl around me as I head to meet with the man that might finally give me some answers.

  -Kinsey-

  I really wish I had Anthony’s phone number. I’m a nervous wreck waiting for him, and I feel like I’m not even at the right place. Checking the clock on my cell phone, it’s 6:04pm. Okay, maybe I’m overreacting a tad. I am early.

  Standing up, I head outside going into the cool evening. Pulling my coat a little tighter around me, I look at all the people as they bustle by and then…there he is. I catch sight of him right away, from far off in the distance.

  It takes him a moment to see me. He walks with such confidence and his eyes light up the moment he sees me from across the square. He looks relaxed as he approaches. “Hey, sorry, I missed my train,” he says wrapping me in a warm, more than friendly hug.

  I squeeze back, not expecting the gesture, but liking it. He pulls away and very chastely kisses my cheek. “You look beautiful tonight.”

  “Thank you,” I respond with a stomach full of butterflies.

  “Did you check in yet?”

  “Yeah, but the wait is super long.”

  “Let’s grab something to go and eat at my place.”

  “Are you sure?” I ask, a little nervous to be alone with him.

  “As long as you don’t mind driving, yes.”

  “I don’t mind at all.”

  “Let’s go,” he says and grabs my hand, wait
ing for me to lead him in the direction of my car. Dammit, brain, work. Once I get my feet and head to cooperate, we walk, and he lifts our hands kissing my knuckles.

  “Thank you for coming out with me.”

  I just smile; I mean what am I supposed to say? The guy takes my breath away, making speaking around him pretty difficult.

  -Arion-

  For the fourteenth time today, my thumb hovers over the send button as I reread my text to Bain. Again, I decide on deleting it and go back to hovering over the call button. I swear I’ve been doing this for close to an hour, which is completely absurd.

  Tilting my head back against the wrought iron of my headboard, I stare up at the ceiling. It’s Bain, he’ll understand. Fuck, no, he won’t. He’ll want more, he’ll end up hurting me and leaving me like my Nate did.

  I slam the phone down on my bed and slink back under the covers, where I’ve been all day. Yeah, call me pathetic. I don’t really give a fuck. My mind is fucking me worse than any words you could ever say.

  There’s a knock on my door, then I see Aubrey’s head poke in. “Hey, you don’t hate me, do you?”

  “Of course I don’t.”

  “Good, I’m sorry if I pissed you off yesterday. I was just being protective.”

  “It’s fine, you’ve always been protective over me. I shouldn’t expect that to change now.”

  “You’re right, I have and I always will. So if you really like this guy, let me meet him.”

  Rolling over, I squint my eyes at her. Is she serious? But there is genuine concern in her tone.

  “I’ll think about it.”

  “You’ll think about it,” she repeats.

  I nod my head. I can’t really promise her that she can meet Bain. Not after I snuck out of his house this morning and took a cab home like a psycho.

  Will you just let me know that you’re all right?