Break My Fall (10 page)

Without thinking about what I was doing, I pulled her onto my lap.

“What are you doing Kyle?” she whispered.

Her eyes darkened; I could see the longing in them.

Fuck, she was horny.

I rubbed myself against her ass, and she whimpered.

“Can you feel what you do to me princess?”

She nodded, pulling her plump lower lip into her mouth. I growled.

It was too much…

“Fuck the line.”

I grabbed the back of her neck and sealed my mouth against hers.

She moaned a real genuine to God erotic moan, and I thought I might lose it.

I plunged my tongue inside her mouth. She tasted unbelievable.

Her hands were in my hair tugging me closer to her.

“Mmm you taste like fucking heaven. I need more.” I said.

I couldn’t help myself.

I shifted in the seat until I had her on her back.

I kept my mouth on hers as I pressed against her.

Her racy little moans and cries were driving me fucking insane, I couldn’t think of anything except the driving urge I had to be inside her.

I slipped my hands under her shirt to feel her tits.

I realized from the first night I saw her, she was blessed in the breast department, but sweet Jesus her tits were huge and one hundred percent real.

“Kyle,” she cried out softly as she bucked her hips against me.

The way she was responding to me was driving me wild.

“Damn baby, these are fucking perfect.”

I had to have a taste.

I stuck my head under her t-shirt.

Pulling down the lace bra blocking me from my destination, I grabbed one of her full breasts with my hand and latched my mouth to her stiff ripe nipple.

I moved my other hand down to cup her between her legs.

Holy hell, her jeans were damp.

She was fucking ready for me here and now.

I stroked between her legs as I flicked her nipple with my tongue, until she was crying out my name.

“Kyle…”

“Uh, Kyle?”

“Kyle, get the fuck up man.”

Wait… what?

I paused, and realized that it was a lot brighter under this shirt than what it had been when I first ducked under.

I pulled my head out from under her shirt, and looked up to see the lights had come on and Derek was grinning down at me.

“Dude, you’re in a movie theatre,” he said with a mocking tone, “Show some restraint.”

LEE

I couldn’t look Cam in the eye; she was furious.

I couldn’t look Derek in the eye; he was laughing at me.

I couldn’t look Kyle in the eye, because he had run off.

“What the hell was that?” Cam asked when she eventually calmed down enough to talk to me.

“I don’t know.” I didn’t.

One minute Kyle and I were getting along, and the next I was on my back with his hands and his mouth on me.

He had quite literally jumped off me, muttered something about being sorry and then bolted.

I leaned further into the passenger seat of Cam’s ford focus, wishing there was a secret button that I could press and fall out of this car, and away from the angry looks from my best friend.

“Well you sounded as if you sure as hell knew,” she sighed, as she indicated onto a street I was familiar with.

Oh thank God, we were nearly home.

I needed to get away from Cam, and be alone.

I needed to figure out what happened back there.

“Babe what were you thinking? Haven’t I told you, warned you not to go there? You are not cut out for him.”

Her words hurt because I knew she was telling the truth.

“Don’t you think I know that Cam?” My voice was barely a whisper.

“Do you think I don’t know I’m not good enough for him?”

“Wait, Lee I didn’t mean…”

“I know what you meant Cam, and I know I can’t compete with girls like Rachel. I’m plain looking and have too much hips and thighs. I have little education and even less money. I’m a small town girl with no mama and a two-bit drunk for a daddy. I know I don’t have the pedigree and I don’t care about that. What I do care about is the fact that my best friend, my only friend in the whole world, would count that against me.”

Cam pulled the car into the driveway and killed the engine.

She inhaled sharply and turned to face me.

“Firstly, I do not, nor have I ever thought any of those things about you, and if you ever suggest that I do again, I’m gonna be real pissed.”

She grabbed my hand and squeezed it gently.

“You are a good person Lee. That’s what I meant when I said you’re not cut out for Kyle. You are too good for him. I love Kyle like he’s my own brother but babe, he aint never gonna be good enough to have your heart. And that’s where this is going Lee. I can see it. It’s written all over that pretty face of yours.”

What was she saying?

Did she think?

How could she know…?

“Kyle has issues,” she continued, “I’m not sure what they are exactly, but I know they have something to do with Rachel Grayson.”

I already guessed that.

“He doesn’t talk about it, but I know the girl has something on him, something big. There is no other possible reason way he would tolerate her.”

“What do you think is going on with them?”

I couldn’t help but ask.

Cam shifted in her seat.

“He was different when we were younger, fun and easy-going and he didn’t have that nasty temper. He was seeing Rachel back then but it wasn’t anything serious for either of them. Anyway during winter break of our sophomore year, his grandfather died. He was visiting him in Denver when it happened. He phoned to let us know, but he never came back over the holidays. He was gone for weeks. When Kyle finally came back, he was different.”

I didn’t get it.

“So you’re saying Kyle changed when his grandpa died?” I asked.

Cam groaned loudly.

“I don’t really know what I’m trying to say Lee. All I know is one minute he was the same old Kyle we knew and loved and then the next, he was…empty. Something happened to him, something more than just the grief of his grandfather dying.”

She left out a breath.

“He’s been Rachel’s lapdog ever since.”

I tried to piece the puzzle in my own head, but all the information Cam had given me was swirling around and not making much sense.

“I need you to stay away from him Lee,” she said softly, “I don’t want you dragged into their drama. Something weird is going on with him and that bitch, and you need to stay out of it.”

I inhaled slowly, and forced the words out of my mouth.

“Cam you have nothing to worry about,” I said, forcing a smile, “From the look of horror on his face before he ran out, he won’t be touching me again.”

I pulled my hand free and climbed out of the car.

“Where are you going Lee? We need to talk about this.”

I kept walking and let myself inside.

I couldn’t talk about it.

I couldn’t think about it.

I made it as far as my room before the tears came.

Chapter Nine

KYLE

My phone was ringing. I knew who it would be.

I turned it off.

She knew.

I pulled the covers over my head and prayed for sleep to take me.

I knew it wouldn’t.

I hadn’t slept a wink last night.

My conscience had reared its ugly head.

Every time I closed my eyes, the image of Lee’s hurt face plagued me.

Running out on her last night was one of the shittiest things I’d ever done.

It was my piss poor attempt at protecting her.

The hurt look on her face… I didn’t think my opinion of myself could get any lower.

I was wrong.

My phone was ringing again.

It wouldn’t be long now.

The loud hammering noise and the screaming of my name was my signal to get out of bed.

God dammit.

I trudged down the stairs to the front door.

I was in no hurry to deal with her.

I inhaled a calming breath, and pulled open the door.

“You fucking bastard.”

She stormed in.

“Hello to you to Rachel.”

I closed the door behind her and leaned against it.

“I heard about your little date night at the movies,” she hissed, as she glared at me.

I nodded.

What did she want me to do; lie?

There was no fucking point.

Her face reddened, “You no good sack of shit. The one girl I tell you not to touch and you can’t even do that.”

She slammed her index finger against my chest.

“What do you want me to say Rachel?” I asked, moving away from the door, “That I don’t want any other girl but you?”

I could not stand still anymore.

“If it wasn’t for the accident, I wouldn’t have you inside my fucking door Rachel, and you know it. You trapped me.”

I knew what was coming, even before her hand connected with my face.

It was a usual occurrence.

“Do you think you deserve to be happy? You know what that accident cost me. You’re a fucking waste of fresh air Kyle Carter. You should have died that night.”

I couldn’t agree more with her.

It would have been easier to have died in the car crash, than deal with the consequences, and live this fucking empty life.

LEE

I hid in the living room until I heard the front door slam.

I took that as a sign Rachel had left.

I released a breath I felt like I had been holding for an eternity.

I had been in here cleaning when Rachel barged in, screaming and shouting at Kyle.

They had a massive fight, over me.

She knew about last night.

Someone told her and she was furious.

I cringed, thinking of the horrible things she said to Kyle.

My urge to run out to the hall and protect him had disintegrated when I heard the sharp crack of flesh hitting flesh.

I knew that sound well, I had felt it often enough.

I sat on the couch, focusing on breathing slow and even, and trying to ignore the instinct of self-preservation raging inside of my body, urging me to run.

The door opened and Kyle walked in, his eyes widened when he saw me.

His reddened cheek was proof as to who received the slap I had heard being bestowed.

A moment of relief surged through me, followed swiftly by an even greater feeling of anguish.

I was on my feet and in front of Kyle within seconds.

“Are you okay?” I reached up and stroked his cheek.

“Did she hurt you? Are you sore?”

I could feel the tears trickling down my face but I couldn’t stop crying.

“You’re not any of those names she called you. Don’t listen to her.”

A dark side of me was relieved, relieved that it hadn’t been Kyle.

That he didn’t hit…women.

Thinking this wasn’t the reason I was crying; it was the reason I couldn’t stop.

I was a terrible person.

“Shit Lee, I didn’t know you were in here,” he groaned.

Kyle clasped my face in his hands and looked down at me, his face was etched with concern.

He stroked my cheeks with his thumbs, wiping my tears.

“Relax, everything’s okay.”

Kyle pulled me against his chest and wrapped his arms me.

He held my head against his heart with one hand, and stroked my back with the other.

I felt my body relaxing against the warmth of his, and the rapid beat of his heart.

“I’m fine. Please stop crying princess. I don’t want you upset.”

I nodded and slowly pulled away from him, and moved towards to the couch.

I sank down, and covered my face in hands.

“What was that?” he asked eventually when the silence grew thick.

I leaned forward and rested my elbows on my knees.

“I don’t like violence.”