by Robyn, Amy
“I was so young and incredibly stupid.” I tell Gage. He looks as though he is mulling over what I've said.
“You said you regret it, yet you have been carrying on the playboy lifestyle ever since.” Here we go.
“It was not at all what it looked like. The women I am around are my friends only. I haven't even been able to get it up for two years. Well, until today and being around Kristen again. The girls thought I was gay.” Gage starts laughing hard. I guess it's kinda funny , well it would be if it was someone else.
“Sorry, that is some funny shit.” I flip him off.
“Well, I just find it odd that you could ever have sex with someone else after you met her.” I cringe, thinking back.
“It was really her the whole time.” Gage looks at me like my cheese has fallen off my cracker.
“When I was with someone else, it was only her I saw.” Gage nods in understanding. All my efforts and excuses in the beginning never held any water. Everything had been about her since the day we met. I planned on keeping it that way only this time I will reap the benefits.
***
Kristen
I spent my day washing my mom's new night clothes and cleaning. You could tell my mom has been sick for a while. She is normally a clean freak. I kid you not, she used to clean the ceiling once a week. Now dust is collecting everywhere, and there are a few items left out on the counters, and books on the table. Normal for any other house. Reason for worry in this one. I get it sparkling again.
The doorbell chimes at a little after five. It must be Graham. I am still unsure of what I am going to do with him. I am incapable of having a normal relationship. I know that, and I need to make that clear to him. I don't like sex and I really never want to experience it again.
I know now, I am broken. Most women like sex. At least the ones I have talked to. Women I have known fought over it and wanted it constantly. I have never even had an orgasm. I am not normal.
I open the door to find Graham and another man who looks a lot like him. I think it's safe to assume this is another brother. Graham looks awful. His face is drawn and he looks very pale.
“Are you okay?” I ask him. I reach out and touch his forehead, checking for a fever. He leans in to my touch and kisses my wrist. It is so sweet. I pull me hand back as my face heats up.
“Yes, just a rough day. This is my brother Gage.” He points at his brother. I am about to shake his hand when my mom comes out.
“Graham I thought I heard your voice. It's not Thursday.” I look at Graham what is my mom talking about, Thursdays?
“I've been coming over on Thursdays to help with any repairs or mow the lawn.” He turns to my mom.
“Anne, this is my brother Gage.” Gage shakes her hand and freezes.
“You have a lung infection.” He tells her, not asks. Strange.
“I have pneumonia.” Mom says as she looks at him, strangely.
“You can help with that?” Graham asks Gage. I have no idea what they are talking about.
“Infections and injuries, but not diseases. I can help. I think it's time you talked to them since they are family. I'll go and get dinner and call Aaron to drop off Ashley so she can drive us home afterward.” Gage says as he turns and leaves.
“It was nice meeting you.” My mother calls out. Gage waves at her.
“Let's sit down and I will explain some things about my family.” He leads us over to the couch. We sit side by side. My mom chooses the recliner. We both look at Graham. He clears his throat several times.
“My family is different. It's the reason I had no close friends in high school. We call ourselves Psions. There are many different types of Psions. Each with their own ability.
Some can control the elements and some are psychic. My family is mixed.” I want to think he is joking, but I can tell he isn't.
“Is that why you pass out so often?” I reach over and touch his hand.
“Yes, I am a Psychometric. I can touch a object and be able to tell you all of it's history including the histories of all the people who have touched it. It makes me lose consciousness. When I pass out it gives my brain time to absorb all of the information it has been given.” I swallow. Wait a moment. I yank my hand back.
“So when you touched my necklace?” I clench my hand into a fist.
“Yes. I saw who gave it to you and everything you have done with it on.” He looks away and his jaw clinches, letting me know he did not like what he saw. Well too bad. I am still a little vengeful. He can suffer as I had that year.
“What can your brothers do?” I ask.
“Aaron, the one you met at the mall is telekinetic. He can make just about anything move with his mind. He doesn't even need to be looking at the object. Gage who just left is a healer. He can heal infections and injuries with his mind. I always thought it was just injuries until today. We don't get sick much.” Well, that is just cool. If it is true.
“Why did he say we are family?” He looks at me again.
“Every Psion has his or her One. One person who can soothe and heal a Psion of psychic overload. When we overload, by using our gift too often we can get headaches, nose bleeds and exhaustion. Our ONE helps us, and we will only ever love our One.” Well that explains why he plays and never commits but it didn't answer my question.
“You didn't answer my question.”
“You are my One.” He tells me. I want to hit him. I hate him for doing this to me. I stand up and walk across the room. I can't even look at him.
“How long have you thought that I was your One?” I grind my teeth.
“I don't think, I know, and I've known since the day we met. Psions imprint on their One when their eyes meet for the first time.” I shake my head.
“I am not your One then. You were able to just ignore me and date all those girls. You couldn't do that to your One.” I ball my hands into fists at my side. My mom is just watching us.
“You are my One. I fought the connection but you are absolutely my One.” I pick up my phone and throw it at his head. He ducks but it still hits his shoulder and lands on the couch.
“How could you do that to me then. How could you treat your One that way.” He stands up and walks over to me, but I put my hand out and he stops.
“Don't you dare come near me. I hate you. I hate you for destroying me.” I am crying now and I don't care. He looks as though he isn't much better off than I am. He grabs me to pull me into him and I start hitting and kicking anything on his body. He wraps his arms around me just as my legs give out. I bawl into his shoulder as he carries me back to the sofa. He keeps me it his lap as he sits down. When I look up I realize Gage is standing in the entryway. I am so embarrassed.
“Did you tell them about our family?” Gage asks Graham. I just hide my head against Graham.
“Yes.” Graham says hoarsely.
“Would you like me to heal you?” Gage asks my mom.
“Yes, please.” She says, almost beseechingly. He walks over and kneels beside her.
“Why don't we wait until Ashley gets here.” Graham tells Gage.
“I can go ahead and start now. She will be here any minute. She is driving your car over, so you have wheels.”
“Who is Ashley?” I ask Graham.
“She is Gage's wife.”
“His One?” I ask, because I am curious.
“Yes.” He says and then looks over at his brother as he presses his hand onto my mom's chest. His eyes close as the doorbell chimes. I get up and answer. A very pretty Native American girl is standing outside.
“You must be Ashley?” She nods, and smiles at me.
“Yes, you must be Kristen. I have been looking forward to meeting you.” I stand back for her to enter. She walks over and places her hands on Gage's shoulders. I walk back over and sit beside Graham. Gage does not seem to notice anything around him. It is only a few more minutes before he opens his eyes.
“How do you feel now?” Gage asks my mom.
“Better than I have in years.” She says. She looks better than she has, and she smiles the first genuine smile I have seen since my return. I jump up and throw my arms around her.
“You really feel better mom?” Tears are coming again. I have cried more today than I ever have before.
“I do. That was amazing.” She grins over at Gage. Gage blushes which makes Ashley chuckle.
“Rest today and by tomorrow you should be able to resume a normal schedule. Continue to take your antibiotics just in case I missed anything.” He stands up and slaps Graham's back. Gage is looking a little pale but seems to be improving as Ashley continues to touch him. Everything that Graham has told me, is true.
“I might as well heal you while I am at it.” Gage tells Graham. I nearly groan. I had not noticed that I had bloodied his nose and lip in my fit earlier.
“I'm sorry.” I say to both of them.
“Don't apologize. He deserved it, and more, I'm sure.” Gage says, as Graham agrees with him. I still feel bad though. I have never hit anyone. I never intend to do so again. Well.. unless he acts like his old self again. Gage heals Graham and then shakes my mom's hand.
“Don't let him off easy girl. Make him work for it.” Ashley says with a wink. I really like her. Gage hugs me.
“My wife gives sound advice.” Gage whispers in my ear. I laugh. Graham growls.
“Feel up your own woman Gage.” He says as he pulls me away from Gage.
“Oh, how the mighty have fallen.” Gage says as he laughs at Graham. My mom joins us and hugs everyone several times and then takes her soup back to her room so she can eat and then rest. I am glad she is following Gage's advice. Gage and Ashley leave. Now, I'm alone with Graham. I can feel the tension between us, but I am still unsure if I even want to fix things. I know that I will always love him, but is that enough to put my heart out there again. I just don't know if I have another heartbreak in me. He has the ability to destroy me.
Chapter 6.
Graham
We are alone now and I can tell she is uncomfortable. I don't know what to say to her to reassure her. I wish that I could erase our past and start fresh with her. I would do anything. I grab us plates and dish us up some food and set them at the table. She gets us glasses of tea. We sit down and eat, still not saying anything to each other.
“My brother brought over two movies for us to choose from.” I pull them out of the bag and show her.
“The action one looks good.” I almost smirk at her. I knew she would pick it over the romantic comedy. Little does she know the one she picked actually has the most racy love scene in it. I put it on and sit with her on the couch. I pull her toward me when she tries to sit on the other side.
“Hey.” she says. I just smile and kiss her cheek.
“If you move over there again I will just follow you.” I will allow her many things but putting space between us ends now. I was a dick and we both have suffered because of it. I was a foolish child, but I am a man now and I need her to see that I won't back down.
I clasp her hand and start getting into the movie. My brother told me all about it already. He said after the love scene that Ashley practically swallowed his cock. He said it made her super horny. I'm hoping that will happen now. I want to make use of this erection in the worst way. I know not to hold my breath on that though.
She starts leaning into me and I wrap my arm around her. When the love scene starts, her breathing accelerates and she squirms uncomfortably. My love is getting excited. She gasps when the leading man flips his lady over and shoves into her with a grunt. She rubs her legs together as the leading lady starts moaning and reaching between her legs.
Even after the scene is over, Kristen is suffering. I pull her into me and kiss her hard. That is all it takes. She throws her leg over mine and straddles me like I am her horse and she is taking me out for a long ride. I moan as she makes contact with my cock. I hold her hips in place. I am so scared I will cum if she moves.
“I want to have sex with you but I didn't like it and I don't think I am any good at it.” She tells me.
“That man from the bar didn't do a damn thing right, and to top it off he was an ass.” I tell her, as I grind my teeth together. I still want to hit something when I think about how it should have been me. Another reason to hate myself.
“Shit, the necklace. I was wearing it.” I nod, and look away so she does not see how angry I am.
“Look, I wanted to see what all the fuss was. You scared off any guy interested in me and I wanted to know why it was so important to you.” Well shit, stab me in the heart again. I was such a complete and total fuck wad.
“I am not mad at you, my love. I just wish it had been me, but it's me that I am mad at. That guy really did it wrong. It's very pleasurable when the man takes care of you.” I kiss her lips softly before continuing.
“I am not having sex with you tonight. When we make love it will be with mutual understanding that we are together.” She sighs.
“I don't want to commit to you not knowing if I will even like sex. It's important to you and I know we would both end up hurt if I refused you constantly.” She is my One. She could hang a closed sign on her pussy and I would still love her and want to be with her. We would just have to figure something else out.
“I want you to at least acknowledge that you have feelings for me. I also want us to have some privacy. Your mom is in the other room.” I want my One in my bed. I want her to see the home I had built, with her in mind. The home where we will raise our children. I will not say that to her just yet, though.
“If you are seriously concerned about this, then come to my house tomorrow and spend the day with me. If we decide to make love then we will at least have privacy.” She thinks about it for a minute.
“Okay, I will go to your house tomorrow.” I smile and take her lips again. I could not be happier. I let her rub herself against me again until I am close and then lay her back on the couch.
“I may not be making love to you but I am at least going to make you cum. Do you want that love?” She bites her lip and nods. I unbutton her pants and slide the zipper down. I pull them and her panties off. She tries to close her legs.
“Open for me love.” I pull her legs apart and growl at at the view of her glistening folds. The smell of her desire starts a hunger in me that can only be satisfied with her cum on my tongue. She may be shocked, but I have never gone down on a woman. It was far too intimate and I never wanted that with another woman.
I pull her legs over my shoulders as I run my nose over her pubis. My tongue darts out for the first taste and I groan as her flavor bursts across my taste buds. My cock is throbbing now and I rub it into the couch. I stiffen my tongue and push it between her lips until I find her clit. I flick my tongue across it it causing her hips to buck against my mouth. She moans loudly.
“Shhhh baby, don't wake your mom.” I go back at her clit and slide a finger inside of her.
“God, you are so tight. I can't wait to have you choking my cock.” I tell her before sucking her clit into my mouth. I feel her start tightening around my finger so I increase the pressure. She cries out as her back arches off the couch. I can't help myself as my hips jerk and I start shooting cum all inside my pants. Watching her cum is the epitome of all things sexy and my cock lets me know he agrees, as he goes off over and over until I have nothing left.
She lays there panting as I slide her panties and pants back on her. I am putting away temptation since I am already hard again. My dick wants in. He is practically doing gymnastics trying to get at her. Jesus, I have never felt anything like this. I knew she would pack a punch.
I help her sit up. She looks at my lap and I feel myself go red a little.
“I um... well you were so sexy when you came that he went off on his own.” I say as I glare at my misbehaving cock. She laughs and it sounds so carefree that I glow, knowing I gave her that laugh. I am so pussy whipped already and I don't care. I pull her into my arms a
nd kiss her. She sighs as our tongues meet and I have to fight the urge to strip us both. Oh god, I am a addict and she is my drug of choice.
I pull back before I do anything I would regret.
“I will come and get you in the morning and take you grocery shopping for you and your mom and then it 's you and I at my place.” I tell her. She smiles.
***
Kristen
He thought of my mom first. He remembered she would be needing groceries. I could fall for this new Graham. Graham five point oh. I almost start laughing. He is so sweet. I never thought I would say those words. In high school he wasn't nice to anyone. Not even his girlfriends, if you could call them that. One time a girl asked if she could ride up front with him instead of me. He dropped her off and quit seeing her. I thought it was horribly mean even though I was secretly thrilled.
“No baby don't go there.” He says dragging me back into the present. I shake my head.
“Go where?” I ask him.
“Just now you went to the past in your head and I don't want you to do that. I was a different person then. I want you to know the real me. In order for you to do that you have to let that man die. Please. Give us a chance.” He has a point. I can't believe I am even considering this but I can't deny I want to at least try.
“Okay, a new beginning.” I tell him. He beams at me as if he has won the lottery.
“You mean that love?” He looks so flipping happy now.
“Jeez, I think you might be happy about that. Yes, I mean it.” He grabs my face and stares into my eyes and then kisses me with so much passion that my toes curl. It's in this kiss that I realize that this beautiful idiot really does love me. Can I trust him with my heart? There is only one way to find out. I have to take a chance or always wonder what could have happened. I am taking a huge risk, but there are few things in life that don't require risk. With the decision made I throw myself into the kiss and relish the way I affect this man.
After a while of kissing he finally pulls back.
“I need to get home and get some sleep so that I am fully awake tomorrow.” He stands up and pulls my phone out of the couch and hands it to me.
