Break My Fall (20 page)

But Lee seemed to be mollified. She smiled at me, her eyes full of knowing sympathy.

“Well you can stay here if you want. I was just about to watch a movie, if you want to join me?”

Oh, fuck yeah.

“What movie are you watching princess?” I asked, pulling my shirt over my head and climbing out of my jeans.

I guessed we were avoiding the whole shower incident speech, which was fine by me. I had enough regrets about that to last a lifetime.

Lee’s cheeks reddened when I stepped out of my jeans.

Christ you’d swear she had never seen a man in his boxers before, which was crap because Derek and I always walked around half naked, hell even Cam walked around half naked.

We were like a house of nudists.

Lee cleared her throat, and flicked off the lamp on the locker beside her.

“Uh Twilight,” she mumbled as she pulled the covers up to her chin.

“It’s Cams. It was the only one I could find, but we can watch something else if you’d prefer?”

The only light in the room was coming from the television screen but I swear I could see her blush again.

“No that’s cool. I can cope with a little vampire action, so long as you don’t go all team Edward on me.”

I climbed in beside her, pulling the covers around my waist.

Our legs brushed and she shivered.

“Team Edward?”

She looked confused.

“You’re eighteen right? Girls your age usually go bat shit crazy for the vampire in this movie.”

She pressed play on the remote.

“Oh. I’ve never seen it before,” she replied, nestling down on her pillow.

“Every teenage girl has seen this film.”

She shrugged, “I guess it’s like you said, I’m not like other girls.”

The intro started and I settled down beside her.

I leaned over and kissed the top of her head.

“No princess, you’re definitely not.”

KYLE

My eyes were wide open. I couldn’t go back to sleep.

I looked down at Lee nestled into my chest.

I glanced over at the clock on her locker, 03.30 it read out in blood read digits.

I didn’t realize Lee had nightmares; she had never said anything…

But judging from the way her body had shook, and the gut wrenching cries that had come from her throat, they were violent ones.

She shuffled closer to me.

She was close, too fucking close, but the closer she was to me, the more her body relaxed.

Her shirt had ridden up her body during the night, and her naked ass was now pressing against my junk.

I was a saint because I doubted there was another guy on the planet that could just lay with this girl and not touch her…

Well that’s not technically true.

I was touching her, just not in all the ways I wanted to.

I had wrapped my arms around her when I woke, and held her tightly.

That had helped.

I was still holding her just as tightly.

I must have kissed her hair a hundred times when she was crying.

Jesus she had scared the shit out of me.

What had she dreamed about that would terrify her like that?

I had never heard any sound so gut wrenching.

However, the distressed cries coming from her earlier had now changed to soft moans. She was dreaming of something else entirely now.

Her head nestled in the crook of my arm as she grinded her ass against me.

In her sleep.

Fuck my life.

This was heaven.

This was fucking purgatory.

I could think of nothing, apart from how easy it would be to slip inside her right now.

God dammit, I should have taken off my boxers last night.

They were wet now, from her and from me.

She moaned, mumbling something incoherent and I couldn’t resist anymore; I lowered my head and sucked on her neck.

“Hmm Kyle...”

I pulled back and froze.

Was she awake?

I didn’t think so.

She was dreaming of me...my male pride soared.

I stared at her face, her eyes were closed but she licked her lips.

I watched her like a dirty pervert as she slipped her hand between her legs.

Fuck this was the hottest thing I had ever seen.

Her mouth fell open while she touched herself.

I was jealous of her hand.

I didn’t think about what I was doing until I covered my hand over hers, feeling the way she touched herself.

She was rubbing her clit. Her hand was soaking.

She was soaking.

I grinded against her and felt her fingers quicken.

I lost all resolve and brushed her hand aside.

I wanted this, she was dreaming of me, so she was going to come for me.

She groaned loudly, and spread her legs wide. I grunted when I felt how slick she was.

I rolled her clit between my fingers, and I felt her jerk.

Her breathing changed.

She was awake.

Too late, I couldn’t stop.

I dipped a finger inside her. She was so fucking tight.

Her tight little pussy squeezed my finger as I slid it in and out slowly.

“Ahh,” she moaned.

Yep she was definitely awake.

“I’m not stopping baby,” I told her, slipping a second finger in.

I twisted my fingers inside her pussy to find that spot all girls seemed to love.

“I don’t want you to stop,” she whispered.

I moved my fingers faster, quickening the pace.

Her moans became louder, until she was screaming and bucking against my hand.

I pulled my hand out of her and pushed her down on her back.

“Kyle,” she cried, her face flushed with a cocktail of embarrassment and desire. “What are you doing?”

I pulled her hips to my face and grinned.

“Shh baby I got you.”

Dipping my head, I pulled her clit into my mouth and sucked hard.

“Oh god...”

She wriggled and tried to squirm away.

I pressed my hand down on her lower stomach, holding her still.

“Stop moving baby, let me give this to you.”

I wrapped my other hand around her thigh and sank my tongue inside her, using my thumb to tease her nub.

She tasted fucking perfect on my tongue.

Lee relaxed, and spread her legs wider for me to take her.

I took it all, every drop of her sweet juices, lapping them up with my tongue.

“Kyle, I feel... Something’s happening to me…”

I smiled against her pussy.

Yeah something was happening all right; she was coming all over my tongue.

Chapter Nineteen

LEE

After spending most of the day in my room wallowing in self-pity, my stomach growled.

God my cheeks were still burning from the shower incident, let alone the whole Kyle giving me my first orgasm before sneaking out.

I was such a fool.

Kyle couldn’t have made it clearer that he wanted to be friends, but no, I had to go and throw myself at him…literally.

“Uh.”

I was still cringing in shame, chewing my fist.

Music was pumping from the stereo downstairs; we had company.

I trudged downstairs and smoke filled air immediately filled my lungs.

I hated cigarette smoke; it reminded me of my father.

People were scattered around the hall, and I could see from the open door that the kitchen was jammed with people.

I would have gone straight back upstairs normally, but I was so hungry I decided food was more important than nurturing my anxiety.

A familiar redhead approached me from the kitchen direction, barely decent in denim short-shorts and a cut off blue tank top, revealing her tiny waist.

My god, did she not feel the cold?

“Cute jim-jams.”

I knew she was being sarcastic, and I silently cursed myself for coming downstairs in Kyle’s old ratty football shirt and shorts.

“Or are you trying out for a sports team?”

Girls like her made my skin crawl.

I could never understand their need for bitchiness and continuous drama.

I had suffered for years at the hands of girls just like Rachel at my highschool back home.

Like Rachel, I had done nothing to those girls who obviously disliked me.

I made no reply and turned my back on her.

“Oh right, I forgot Kyle said you were a little slow,” she said loudly.

I took a deep breath, urging myself to calm down and not retaliate...that was what she wanted.

She was lying.

He wouldn’t say that about me… would he?

I kept my feet moving away from her.

What the hell did Kyle see in her, she was such a bitch?

Sure, physically she was beautiful, but that girl was pure poison inside.

“He said you were a small town dummy waitress with no education.”

I turned around and glared at her, and she stepped closer.

“Am I wrong?”

Was she?

I used to have hopes, dreams, and ambitions, but now?

I reddened, she was right. I was exactly that.

“Thought not,” she sniggered.

Leaning closer to me, she whispered into my ear, “Don’t think you’re anything special sweetheart, when the chips fall, it will be me he’ll choose.”

She flicked her hair back, plastered a fake smile on her face and walked off.

I could handle Rachel saying bad things about me, but not Kyle.

We were supposed to be…

I didn’t know what we were supposed to be.

He thought I was small town hick, a dummy.

I turned to go back upstairs when I heard Cam’s voice call out to me.

“Lee come on, the party’s this way.”

She grabbed my arm and led me into the kitchen.

Cam filled a glass with vodka and held it out towards me.

I took it and tossed it back without thinking twice.

I wasn’t going to let Kyle, Rachel or anyone else bring me down tonight.

I grabbed the vodka bottle and poured myself another and another after that.

I made my way through half the bottle before I decided standing had become very challenging.

I was sitting at the kitchen table observing a game of suck and blow with my new ‘friends,’ when Kyle arrived.

He strolled into the room, wearing a plain grey t-shirt and faded blue jeans.

They hugged his body in a very flattering way.

He looked very hot and very occupied, with his arm draped casually around the waist of willowy blonde with legs like a staircase.

He bent towards her ear and I had to force down the bile rising in my throat.

I dragged my eyes from the pair; there was no point in torturing myself.

“Wahey new girl, you’re up,” blonde drunk guy to my left cheered.

“Cool.”

I forced myself to suck the card that blonde drunk guy was blowing against my mouth.

I was setting a record in the game, when I felt a hand grab my shoulder and drag me out of my chair.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Kyle was standing in front of me, his chest heaving.

He looked furious.

He reeked of whiskey.

Electricity jolted through me, pulling me towards him.

I needed to be wary.

I could not trust myself to control myself and I couldn’t trust him not to hurt me again…

I forced my body to turn around; choosing to ignore him seemed the safest option.

I went to sit back down, but he pulled me back towards him. Wrapping a muscled arm around stomach, he pressed my back to his chest.

He glowered at blonde drunk guy, “Party’s over. Get the fuck out.”

Blonde drunk guy shifted awkwardly in his chair, “Kyle, man I didn’t know she was yours, sorry bro.”

I pulled away from Kyle, disgusted.

“Don’t worry,” I hissed, “I’m not his anything.”

I moved over to the counter and grabbed a bottle of beer.