Cleat Chaser (8 page)

“Oh, my.” Kyrie must have caught an eyeful because she gasped and brought her hand lower over her face.

I glanced to the bed and saw a vista of spread legs with a big bald pussy sitting front and center.

“Hello? Kasey? Who’s there?” The pussy girl was shaking her head back and forth, as if searching for our voices in the dark.

I did my best not to look again.

Kasey was in front of us and spun around abruptly toward the girl. “Shut up!”

Kyrie edged toward me as Kasey flipped back around.

“No, don’t worry.” Kasey smiled at Kyrie. “She asked for me to treat her like this. Like a BDSM thing or something? Ignore her. I’m Kasey, this idiot’s sister.” She held out her hand.

Kyrie went to take it.

“Wait. Wait. That’s my bad.” Kasey adjusted the sheet and freed up her other hand. “Didn’t want to tuna palm your ass. There we go, this one’s fresh and clean.” Kasey and Kyrie shook hands.

The girl in bed started to struggle against her restraints. Kyrie and I both made the mistake of looking and then covering our faces.

“Quit moving, you little whore, before I fuck your ass up and make you fix me a sammich!” Kasey looked at me and grinned.

“Dude, what the hell?” I motioned to the girl in the bed without looking at the scenery. “Stop being a bitch.”

“Oh, she loves it. Don’t you?” she called over her shoulder.

“Yes, master.” The girl stopped struggling.

Kasey grinned. “See? She watched Fifty Shades of Something or Other. Wanted to try out the Dom/sub something. I thought it sounded idiotic at first, but then she said I could talk mean to her, boss her around, and fuck her up if she misbehaved. Natch, I obliged.”

“I don’t think that’s exactly how BDSM works.” Kyrie smiled, hand still over her eyes.

Interesting.
Maybe she was kinkier than I thought, reading sex books and whatnot.

I glared at Kasey. “Did you not fucking hear us come in the house? Braden is pounding Nikki out in my bedroom right now.”

“Oh, I had ear buds in. Didn’t hear anything. My bad.” Kasey belted out her cackle-type laugh, the same one she used when she was up to something evil.

I stared at her. “You had ear buds in while you were going down on her?” I glanced to Kyrie who was now fifty shades of red and pink in the face, giggling at our conversation. Well, most likely at Kasey.

“Yeah, I don’t need that bitch telling me what to do and where she wants it. I’m a fucking artist down there, Easton. People need to respect my creativity, and I need a rhythm when I’m attending a clam bake.”

Kyrie began to choke on a laugh that was much larger than she could handle.

“Jesus Christ.” As much as I hated saying the words, I knew they were for the best. I turned to Kyrie. “I should go ahead and take you home.”

Kyrie nodded, still unable to speak.

“It was nice to meet you, Kyrie. Come back, okay? This shit ain’t normal. I mean don’t get me wrong, we’re fucked up, but not like, well, this.” Kasey held her arm out to the still full on pussy display as if she were introducing someone on a stage. “This here is a pay per view event type sitch. You lucked out.”

“It-it was nice to meet you too.”

“Well, sis. So this was nice. But we’re gonna—”

“Yep.” Kasey winked at me as Kyrie and I backed out of the door. She shut it behind us and we both let out sighs of relief.

We could hear Kasey on the other side of the door. “You Subby McSubberson, running your tits off when I got company! I ought to lash your pussy Indiana Jones style!”

“Oh. My. God.” Kyrie drew a lock of hair between her teeth and bit down. A cute little tell.

“I know.” I scrubbed a hand over my face. “I think I may be scarred. I mean, just—” I couldn’t think of anything better to say.

She stopped the hot hair biting and smoothed her dress. “Yeah, I should really get going.”

Fuck me. She was starting to avoid my eyes again.
I’m going to kill Kasey.

“Let me grab my keys.”

“No—” She looked me up and down and turned away. “I really should take a cab.”

“Not gonna happen. I’m getting my—”

She grabbed my arm, and then squeezed and held on longer than I think she wanted to. “No. I need to go alone.”

“Why? What the fuck?” Heat rushed into my face.

Her gaze turned to the floor. “Because.” She exhaled a huge breath. “If you take me home, you’ll stay the night.”

K
YRIE

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IKKI SNORED NEXT
to me in my bed. The sun had long since been up, and I’d been staring at the ceiling thinking about Easton.

Last night was a mess. I turned over and peered out my window at the clear patch of blue sky. The blue reminded me of Easton’s eyes, though they were much darker and had a mischievous sparkle to them. I batted the thought away and tried to force my thoughts into
Teen Sparkle
territory. Maybe if I concentrated on the drivel article I was writing about the latest teeny bopper sensation, I could forget Easton.

Easton. His hands on me. I rolled to my stomach and groaned into my pillow. He felt so good. His fingers sinking inside me as his lips plundered my mouth. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to quell the need that swirled inside me.

I flipped to my back and stretched my hands out beside me, laying them on top of the blanket and keeping them there. Nikki’s snoring continued. I slowed my breathing, trying to calm down and fall back to sleep. But Easton was there again, running his teeth along my nipple.

I balled my hands into fists. I wasn’t about to finger bang myself with Nikki sleeping beside me. But—I glanced to my bathroom—I
could
take a quick shower. I slid out of the sheets and crept to the en suite door. Nikki rolled to her stomach and sprawled across my bed.

Easing the door closed behind me, I stripped off my t-shirt and panties and flipped on the hot water. The room steamed up as the water rushed by, but all I could feel was the buzz in my clit and the tension low in my stomach.

I stepped in, the water so hot it almost burned, but it was nothing in comparison to the heat between my thighs. Reaching down, I flicked my hard nub and moaned into my arm. I closed my eyes and imagined Easton’s mouth on me, his tongue swirling around my pussy. It was his fingers plunging inside me.

Sliding my fingers out, I rubbed my swollen clit. Easton looked up at me, his eyes glinting as his tongue drove me wild. I tensed, my hips grinding against my fingers. Easton’s tongue was all I felt, his lips fastening around me. Working his fingers in and out, getting me ready for his cock.

I wanted it, every inch. I closed my eyes and he was inside me, shoving me against the wall and taking everything I had. My orgasm rushed over me in a wave, fast and strong. I bit my arm as I came on a cry, his name on my lips. I leaned on the tile, letting the water pour as I tried to slow my breathing. Once my body finally relaxed, I glanced to the door. No sign of Nikki. I’d gotten away with it.

I grabbed my loofah and body wash, hoping that this little solo tryst would solve the problem and quench my need for Easton. Soaping up, my mind wandered back to his hands on me, how they’d slid against the curves of my body. How large and hard he’d been in his pants.
Fuck.
Even though I’d just gotten off to him, the need was back, not sated even the slightest bit.

The bathroom door swung open, and I dropped my loofah with a squeak.

“Hey. It’s only me. Calm your tits.” Nikki rubbed her eyes and plopped down on the toilet.

Snagging the loofah, I stood up and played it cool. “So, why didn’t you go back to Braden’s last night?”

“Oh, he and Easton had a ridiculously early practice. I didn’t want to hang around at his place after he’d left.”

“Okay, so why did you come to my place instead of going back home?” I hung the loofah and shampooed my hair.

She finished and flushed.

“Ow!” I hopped away from the stinging hot water. “You, bitch!” I dodged the spray and turned the faucet to counteract the lava pouring from the shower head.

She laughed far too hard and leaned against the vanity. “I came here because we need to talk about Easton.”

I swatted at the water, throwing some of it over the shower door and getting her wet.

“Keep doing that and I’m coming in there with you.” She yawned and stretched as I stared at her, aghast.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Wouldn’t I? I’d film it, too. We’d make kajillions.” She grinned and I barely restrained myself from tossing more water. But I didn’t do it, mainly because I knew she wasn’t bluffing. Boundaries were not Nikki’s forte.

I turned my back on her and adjusted the nobs again as the water cooled. I didn’t want to discuss Easton. That topic was closed as far as I was concerned. I’d been shanghaied into the double date the night before, and even though I’d gotten hot and heavy with Easton. It was a mistake.

“As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, I think you and Easton would be good together.”

“No.” I rinsed my hair, the water flowing past my ears and blocking out her voice. I wasn’t ready. Even though it had been two years, I wasn’t over it.

“Did you hear any of what I just said?” She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at me through the glass.

“Some of it?”

“No you didn’t. I said that you and Easton have an obvious chemistry and it would be a good idea for you to let him put his dick in you. Maybe play just the tip if you’re feeling skittish.”

“Nikki, I’m not going to sleep with a player. Last night was a momentary lapse. You know why. So drop it.” I conditioned my hair and tried not to think of Easton, but Nikki was having none of it.

“It’s been two years, babe. You have to get out there again.” Her voice was quieter, concern lacing through the words. “I hate to see you passing up having a relationship because of that douche-nozzle. He’s gone. Good riddance. It was hard, but you’re better off without him.”

Everything she said was true. But there was still a place inside me, a secret place, where I stored up all the hurt he’d caused, all the humiliation, all the loneliness. It was like a lockbox, but I’d gotten so used to carrying the weight around inside me, I didn’t know what I’d do if I threw it overboard. Would I sink right along with it?

I turned the water off and slid my towel from the rack. Stepping out of the shower, I shook my hair and laughed as Nikki held her hands up and ran back to my bedroom. She jumped on the bed and rolled to the far side. I followed her and plopped down next to her, not caring I was getting my comforter all wet.

“I hear what you’re saying. I know, okay? I know it’s been two years. I just…”

She turned over and faced me, propping her head on her hand. “You have to let it go. It’s time to move on. And Easton isn’t him. Just because he’s a baseball player doesn’t mean he’s a fucking prick. Understand?”

“I don’t know.”

She ran the back of her hand down my cheek. It was a particular quirk of hers. Intimate and comforting, I’d only ever seen her do it with me and her little sister. “I do know. And it’s time for you to suck it up, buttercup. Nothing wrong with being a cleat chaser like me.”

“Nothing wrong, per se, but chasing after boys in tight pants hasn’t exactly worked out well for me.” I pretended I was going to bite her finger.

She laughed. “Well, in that case, Easton is perfect for you since he’s the one doing the chasing.” She grinned, her eyes lighting up. “What did you two do last night while Braden and I were otherwise occupied?”

“Nothing.” I turned to look out the window, the sun already getting high.

“Liar. Tell me.”

My cheeks flushed. “Nothing.”

She rolled to her stomach and rested her chin on her hands, staring at me eagerly. “Tell me what happened or I swear by all that is holy I’ll tell you every explicit detail of how Braden fucked me until I couldn’t walk straight.”

I covered my face with my hands. “You are the worst.” And then I spilled. It was the only way to avoid hearing an inch-by-inch description of Braden’s dick.

“So no actual p in v then?”

“No, just f in v.” I wiggled my fingers.

“I got t in v.” She stuck her tongue out at me.

“You win.” I shook my head and caught a glimpse of my phone on the nightstand. The notification light was blinking.

I picked it up and swiped across the screen. There were four messages—all from a strange number.

5:30 a.m. Hi Kyrie. It’s Easton. I just wanted to say what a great time I had with you last night. Hope we can do it again soon.

5:32 a.m. I don’t mean do the awkward thing with walking in on my sister again soon. I meant the dinner and the stuff after.

5:34 a.m. I mean, we don’t have to do the things we did after dinner again, if you don’t want to. I just want to spend time with you. But if you wanted to do those things, I’d love to do them.