Peyton's Path: Fighting Fate Book 2

by SM Olivier

  “Well,” I drawled unbuttoning my jean cutoffs. “I hate to waste water.”

  He groaned before rubbing his face. “Oh, Peyton. I’ll have no willpower to stop myself if we take a shower together. Maybe you should take your shower first like we planned, while I order our food. How does some chicken shwarma sound with hummus, rice, and garlic naan sound?”

  “It sounds great,” I smiled. “But going to second or third base with you sounds even better,” I teased as I took off my bra.

  I knew I was brazen, and I knew my breasts were nothing to write home about. I also knew he once “dated” strippers, so I paled in comparison to them.

  He moved towards me like a lion on the prowl, and suddenly I wondered if I was in way over my head. I knew he had played the field. I just talked a big game. I had been best friends with two of the most perverted people I had ever known. It was easy to imitate them and pretend like I was knowledgeable in the art of flirting. In truth, I had minimal experience. I had already tried to tell myself that, in the game of baseball, he was the all-star and I sat on the bench.

  He reached out and traced his thumb across my bottom lip. “I don’t want to rush you,” he said huskily before he took my lips hungrily.

  He usually warmed me up. His lips had been exploring and masterful but never hungry and…primal. I moaned when he lifted me up by my butt, allowing me to feel his arousal against my belly. I wrapped my legs around his waist and followed my own primal instincts as I rubbed myself against him.

  He nipped my lip, and I was surprised that it turned me on further. I moaned in his mouth as I rubbed my heat against his erection. He made another deep sound in his throat before he took a few steps into the bathroom.

  “I’m not sure I can stop at second or third base, baby,” he said before he opened the door to the shower.

  I gnawed on my bottom lip for a moment. I wasn’t really sure how far I was willing to go yet, but I knew there was this longing deep in my stomach. After nearly eighteen years, I wanted to find out what all the hype was about sex.

  I ran my hands over his broad shoulders, loving the feel of his firmness beneath my fingertips. I leaned in and began to nibble on his neck before I took his earlobe into my mouth. I sucked on it and was satisfied to hear the groan leaving his mouth.

  “Are you sure?” Kyler asked me, his voice thick with lust.

  I nodded my head, my mouth unable to form the words. The primal sound that emitted from his throat was enough for more warmth to flood in my stomach and in between my thighs.

  Kyler released me and stepped back, slowly removing his jeans. I couldn’t help but admire his large muscled body, the display of his muscles bunching and stretching with each movement. I could see the outline of him in his boxer briefs, and I barely refrained from gulping.

  He was huge. Again, I wondered if something that large could fit in me. Crew was well endowed as well, and I hadn’t tried to see if it could…work. For a split second, I wondered if it was wise to lose my virginity to any of them, but it wasn’t like I could ask all the guys to line up and take off their pants.

  A near hysterical giggle erupted from my throat from my overactive imagination. I conjured up the image of them all standing in front of me with their packages out on display. Would it hurt their feelings, yet bolster them if I chose the smallest of them to be my first? After all, it could be damaging to their ego to select them due to their smaller package size. On the other hand, they might be pleased to be the one to relieve me of my virginity.

  I momentarily spun my ring, nervous. Should I keep it to myself, or should I inform Kyler? I knew some guys loved the idea of popping a girl’s cherry, while others didn’t have the patience or the desire to.

  Kyler bent down and removed his boxers, and it did nothing to ease my fears. He looked up and must have seen the daunted expression on my face, because he gave me a slightly cocky grin. It was soon replaced with a gentle smile.

  “Don’t worry, Kitten,” he murmured before he picked me up and placed me in the shower. “I’ll make sure you’re more than ready before I take you.”

  The steam of the shower wrapped around us, and I barely registered the warmth of the water as it cascaded over us. Kyler’s hungry, fierce lips met mine. His mouth moved over my own with a ferocity that made me temporarily forget my fears. We pulled away breathlessly, but his desire wasn’t quenched as his hot lips trailed down my neck. He alternated between nibbling and kissing my skin until he reached my breasts.

  One of his large calloused hands reached up to cup each one in turn. “So smooth and soft,” he murmured in awe. “Are my hands too rough?” he asked suddenly with a frown.

  I shook my head emphatically. “No, if anything I love the feeling of your hands on me. They’re a hard-working man’s hand. I think I’d be more concerned if you had soft hands,” I admitted quietly.

  He seemed appeased by my answer as he palmed one of my breasts. I couldn’t help but realize how tiny it looked in his hand and how pale I was compared to his tanned skin. He spent hours in the sun, and it showed in his complexion.

  Before I realized his next move, his head descended, and he was pulling my nipple into his warm mouth. I cried out, my eyes closing. I didn’t think I could get any wetter than I already was. His teeth gently grazed against my sensitive peaks, and I moaned.

  Kyler switched to my other nipple as his hand began to trail down to my waist, across my stomach, and down my thighs. I was so engrossed in the ministrations of his mouth that I didn’t realize his fingers were so close to my core until long, calloused fingers grazed my clit. They discovered the wetness between my thighs.

  He growled in satisfaction. “Damn girl,” he muttered before he got down on his knees.

  His mouth trailed down my stomach, and I gasped when his lips nibbled across it. I felt his warm breath hovering across my core.

  “Let me wash,” I breathed self-consciously.

  I had been sweating all day. We had put in some hard work at the house. Madison and Lucas, my estranged best friends, had already warned me that a person’s body odor could deter a partner from going down on you again. I didn’t want his first experience with me to be a bad one.

  “No,” he nearly growled out. “You smell good, and I need to taste you.”

  I tired to squirm out of his grasp before he had his mouth on me. I failed, and all my misgivings flew out the window. His tongue hit me, and I cried out. Once again, my legs trembled. I closed my eyes and sighed in pleasure.

  He made a deep sound in the back of his throat, and it made my knees weak. He sounded like he enjoyed what he was doing and how I tasted. His broad tongue stroked my slit, taking his time like he was savoring each moment.

  “So sweet,” he muttered before running his tongue back over me again.

  He continued to lick and suck on me, and it wasn’t long before I felt the tension from within ball up in a tight knot, demanding relief.

  “Ky,” I whimpered. I gripped my fingers into his broad shoulders, my fingernails digging into his taut skin. I felt the vibrations of his pleased chuckle against me.

  “Let go,” he bade me. “Let me taste your sweet juices on my tongue.”

  With a few more strokes of his skilled tongue, I was falling apart against it. I cried out, powerless to stop the sound from emerging from my mouth. A bright, white light exploded behind my eyelids, and almost immediately, I felt like I’d lost all feeling in my legs, like my limbs had turned limp.

  Kyler chuckled once more before he stood, grasping my rear in his hands and lifting me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my limbs still feeling heavy. He growled in satisfaction as his mouth pressed against mine once more. I could taste myself on his tongue, and I was uncertain about it. It wasn’t unpleasant, but I wasn’t sure what to make of it.

  By his pleased expression, I guess not pulling away from him was the right choice. “You’re so damn beautiful,” he nuzzled my neck.

  “Thank you,” I murmured s
hyly.

  I felt his cock nudge against my opening, and I gripped his shoulders, anticipating the stretching and pain I was going to experience.

  A loud knocking on Kyler’s door had us both freezing. “Go away,” he yelled out.

  Crew’s voice carried through the room. “Grandpa Delaney called. Claire’s missing.”

  ●

  “What do you mean ‘Claire’s missing?’” Kyler asked as we climbed into the truck.

  It was frustrating for both of us to hurry and wash before meeting Crew out in the living room. I wished I had time to at least reciprocate the favor Kyler had bestowed upon me, but we hadn’t.

  I caught Kyler’s burning glance as I slipped into my denim cut-offs, a kelly-green hoodie, and a pair of matching converses.

  “She hasn’t been seen or heard from since she told Kyley that she was going to Peyton’s house,” Crew stated as he slid in beside me on the bench seat.

  After a brief discussion, we decided we would take one vehicle back towards Grandpa’s house. I tried not to look over at Crew too much. Did he know what Kyler and I had been doing? Did he care?

  When I spent my nights over there, generally the doors had remained open, as if by closing the doors, we would give in to temptation. I was surprised when Kyler had insisted on leaving the door open when I first spent the night with him. I knew he didn’t want to rush me and was content with making out and cuddling until we both would fall asleep.

  “Were all her friends called?” Kyler inquired as he leaned forward and turned on the stereo.

  “They were, and no one has seen her. When she didn’t show up for lunch or dinner, Catherine called the cops again. They said to give it twenty-four hours, but you know how those Delaneys are.” Crew shifted and cleared his throat. “Grandpa Delaney said they were arranging a search party in the woods behind your house, Peyton.”

  “Without Peyton’s permission?” Kyler snorted. “She probably met a man at the party last night and went out to meet him.”

  “That’s what Golden thinks, but they insist on searching the vicinity of her last known location,” Crew said with a shrug. “Where are you going?”

  I just noticed Kyler had turned into a restaurant parking lot. It looked more like a house than a restaurant. If it wasn’t for the sign above the porch, I wouldn’t have known any better.

  “I’m starving. Kitten?” He turned to me.

  “Famished,” I answered with a smile.

  “Make that eight,” Crew insisted as Ky pulled through the drive-through service. “I’m sure Grandpa Delaney hasn’t eaten yet and what we had for dinner couldn’t be classified as dinner. Tori and Lindsey made tofu balls and zucchini noodles with a parsley pesto sauce.” He barely repressed the shudder that ran through him.

  Kyler started to laugh. “Let me guess. Lindsey is on yet another diet? Has she gone vegan now?”

  “Yes.” Crew screwed up his face in distaste. “I don’t think any of us really ate that much, and Maisie had a royal meltdown. I guess they won’t let the kids eat anything else but what they’re eating.”

  Kyler placed our orders, trying to hold back his laughter. “Did you meet the girls yet?”

  “Yes, briefly,” I answered. “They seemed… alright to me.”

  Truthfully, I hated the way they kept looking at me and dissecting me. It was like they hadn’t liked my presence there. It didn’t help that I found out that they weren’t technically related by blood.

  Their parents had been really close and grew up calling each other cousins. The guys treated them like family, but I could tell the girls seemed weirdly territorial over them.

  “They’re a piece of work.” Crew snorted.

  “It’s pretty convenient that they showed back up recently,” Kyler scoffed. “When they were younger, Loch had a crush on Lindsey,” he explained. “Much younger,” he hastily added as if I would be threatened by it, but honestly I wasn’t. I had already seen Mr. Isaacs interact with her, and he seemed to barely tolerate her. “But back then, Lindsey had her sights on doctors and lawyers. It’s funny how they just roll into town when they find out that Mam and Da left the boys a nice inheritance.”

  I refrained from making any comments. I didn’t want to sound petty or jealous.

  Now part of my questions were answered in regards to how the guys seemed so…comfortable. I had wondered how the guys could afford to live in such a beautiful, large house on Mr. Isaacs’ salary as a guidance counselor. I knew some life insurance policies paid out substantially, and it seemed Mam and Da had made sure their children were well cared for in the event of an early death.

  I hadn’t asked the guys, knowing not only was it rude, but I didn’t want to open up old wounds. I figured eventually they would tell me when they felt like it. It really wasn’t that important to assuage my curiosity.

  Kyler pulled up to the pickup window and paid for our food, pausing the conversation. He thanked the person at the window before handing us bags of food and drinks. I passed some of the items to Crew and kept some in my lap.

  “Lindsey and Tori have been more than transparent with their intentions.” Crew sneered handing Kyler and me burgers. “Since Lindsey's ex-fiance doctor broke up with her, it’s apparent that she’s looking for someone to give her the lifestyle she thinks she deserves. Tori is no better. She keeps hinting at transferring to the school out here to help out with them on a permanent basis. She keeps flirting with Paxton and Golden, and it’s quite amusing seeing them shut her down.”

  “That would never happen,” Kyler stated after chewing his food. “The guys are hospitable and friendly, but they all have their boundaries, and prolonged exposure to those girls would be toxic.

  “Anyway, enough about them,” Crew bit out. “Let’s talk about something else. Anything else.”

  “Yes, let’s,” I chirped impishly.

  Honestly, I hadn’t given the girls much thought since this morning, and I wanted to keep it that way. I was starting a relationship with six different guys, and jealousy and insecurity had no place in it.

  7

  ●

  Search Party

  I was surprised at the number of vehicles already lining Grandpa’s driveway and on the street as we pulled up. As far as I knew, this search party was organized less than an hour ago.

  I slid out of the truck behind Crew and was shocked when he drew me into an embrace and kissed my cheek. “I’m sorry that I’ve been…quiet since yesterday,” he rasped in my ear.

  I loved listening to Golden’s voice because of his southern accent. His voice made my heart skip every time he talked. Crew’s voice, on the other hand, caused a deep yearning in my stomach. His voice was so thick, rough, and raspy.

  I reached up and framed his face with my hands. “You have nothing to be sorry about. I can’t imagine living with the judgment that you’ve had to deal with for all these years. I’ve only lived here for less than a month, and it weighs on me all the time. I can only imagine how you must feel.”

  Crew opened his mouth as if to say something before I heard a squeal.

  “Peyton!” Maisie cried in delight before launching herself at my legs.

  I squeezed her to me and smiled apologetically at Crew. “Later?” I asked him.

  He nodded with a faint smile.

  “I’ve missed you, Peyton! I’m hungry. Where have you been?” Maisie began to rattle off. She took a deep breath and continued. “Are you taking a walk with us? Will you braid my hair like Elsa?”

  “Whoa, munchkin.” Crew chuckled. “What’s up with the twenty questions?”

  Maisie gave him a perturbed frown. “What? I missed her.”

  I handed the other half of the sandwich over to Maisie and watched as she happily skipped away with it. Apparently, her desire for food outweighed her want for me.

  Grandpa and the guys came walking over. I noticed immediately how pale and tired Grandpa looked. He’d spent most of the day helping Paxton and Golden install items around
the house, not minding at all at getting his hands dirty.

  I wondered if the day had taken a toll on his recovering body. He was in remission for cancer, but the doctors still advised him to take it easy. He was stubborn, though, and had jumped in without any qualms today.

  I wanted to ask him if he should be resting, but what I’ve learned from my grandfather in the short time that we have known each other was that he was a very stubborn man. He wouldn’t take the suggestion kindly, and he wouldn’t entertain the idea of lying down if one of his grandchildren were assumed missing.

  Granted, I knew he thought my siblings Leah, Dylan, and Claire were spoiled and malevolent, but he still loved them. He was trying to foster a better relationship with them, especially recently, but apparently, they weren’t interested in a relationship where he wasn’t showering them with gifts and vacations.

  David was extremely well off, but he couldn’t support their lifestyle the way Grandpa had for the last five or so years. Grandpa had done a lot of changing since the death of his wife. He had made mistakes−mistakes he admitted to−and one of them had been to throw money at his grandchildren in the hopes that they would appreciate it and want a relationship with him.

  “The rest of the search crew will be here in less than ten minutes,” Grandpa explained. “I hope you don’t mind, I gave them permission to search the woods.”

  I saw that everyone had now migrated towards where we stood. Crew and Kyler started to hand out the burgers and fries, and all of the guys, including Grandpa, smiled, grateful for the sustenance.

  I shook my head. “Not at all. I’m just wondering why they think she’s out this way.”

  “Pey, Pey!” Clay started howling from Mr. Isaacs arms.

  Unconsciously, I walked over and took him, barely registering the brush of Mr. Isaacs’ hands against my arms. I knew how hard it was to eat with Clay either squirming in your arms or demanding to eat your food. He gave me a small, grateful smile.

  “They want to look at Claire’s last known destination. When they tried to look for her cell phone, it stated it was still on the property. They spent all day looking around the house. They couldn’t find it anywhere,” Grandpa explained, biting into a fry. “Now they want to spread out and look some more.”