The Beats in Rift (7 page)

“He had a tough day, we got back early. He’s in the shower. Tell him I’ll be out for most the night.” And with that he leaves. My tense muscles relax. His change in mood adding another layer of confusion to the whole situation.

Sucking in much needed oxygen, I ascend the stairs. The shower Is running. I’ll have to change my plans around the fact he’s home early. I slowly creep into his room, shutting the door and dropping my overnight bag by his bed. There’s only a soft glow from his bedside light dancing shadows across the walls, setting a romantic mood. Stripping myself bare, pulling my hair loose and running my hands through it. I gulp down the nerves and walk towards the bathroom door, I stop as it opens.
Crap, there goes joining him in the shower!

“Fuck,” Justin groans as he takes in my naked form. He looks delicious, water dripping down his perfect abs into the towel that’s covering his obvious erection. My nipples pebble and I become wet between my thighs.

“We have waited way too long for this. Just take me. I need you to take me,” I beg.

Three months of teasing, touching, kissing but not going further has been difficult for both of us and I’m done waiting.

“Don’t you want to talk first?” He seems completely thrown by me being here naked. I love him more in this moment. He’s always been worried after nearly taking my virginity at a party full of people. He wants to make it special, savor me, but I’m different to him. He’s gentle, romantic. I like spontaneous, lustful, and rough around the edges. He also knows Jared left the night I was supposed to give this gift to him, so it’s a raw subject and I just want it over with now. Not really a way to think about losing your virginity but that’s just how I feel.

“I don’t want to talk. I’ve waited long enough. I need you now. I didn’t expect you to be back so I didn’t have time to shower. Maybe we should go in there?”

I smile, biting my lip. Lust fills his eyes, and he charges at me, lifting me up and ramming me against the wall, not hard enough to hurt me but with more force than I’m used to from him. His lips ravish mine, taking his kisses down my neck, sucking and biting. I cry out with pleasure from the new, aggressive side to him.

I love that seeing me naked and willing to finally take this step makes him just as lust-crazy as me. He knows I like a firmer touch and he is giving me what I need.

My nipple tingles as he takes it into his mouth and sucks hard.

“Oh God,” I cry out, writhing shamelessly against the bulge pressing into me. “I need more.”

His finger grazes over my opening. “Shit, you’re so wet.”

Whipping the towel away and without warning, he plunges straight into me. A gasp escapes me from the pain and abrupt intrusion. Tears overflow my eyes, and I try to cover the whimper leaving me. Stilling his movement, I’m completely filled with him. I feel his balls against the bottom of my ass, he’s so deep.

“You’re so tight and so perfect,” he groans into my neck, oblivious to the cascade of tears I can’t hold from falling as he begins to move his hips, thrusting hard, punishingly. The burn retreats from his rude entry and soon pleasure overrules it. I swipe away the tears before he can notice them, the pain subsiding more and more with every tilt of his hips.

He pulls out almost completely before filling me again, almost painfully every time but so good I don’t care about the sting. I relish the pleasure/pain he gives me as he continues to move against my body, our sweat-soaked skin caressing against each other’s, my hard nipples aching for his mouth. He reads my body perfectly, sucking and lapping at them, grazing his teeth over the tight buds.

My moans are loud, shattering the thick yearning-filled air. My nails rake at his back and shoulders, making him pump his hips into me faster. I’m burning inside and out. My head tilts back and his face burrows into the crook of my neck, our pants and moans in unison.

I push down on him as he thrusts forward, up and down. He feels incredible inside me. My body begins to tense, shocks of pleasure building, racing through my veins. My inner muscles squeeze his length, my blood vibrating in my skin as pleasure stirs deep within my core, spiralling throughout my body.

“Oh, God!”

He follows me, calling out too. His hot come erupts from him inside me.

I cling to him, waiting for my breathing to stabilize. After a few minutes I can finally breathe without shaking. He lowers me to the floor, kissing my forehead.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t hold back for longer. I just didn’t expect this and got a little carried away. Go shower, then we can talk,” he tells me, his breathing still labored. Reaching for his towel to cover himself, he taps my ass and ushers me towards the bathroom.

I walk in slow motion, trying to stay upright on my shaky legs. Closing the door and leaning against it, the smile on my face leaves my jaw aching. Although I’m surprised by the way Justin has just taken me, I’m also happy we finally took that step and he matched my hunger in that department.

I turn the shower on, tying my hair up so it doesn’t get wet, and make quick work of cleansing my body. I feel tender in the best possible way. After, I slip into my jeans and a camisole top. The bedroom is empty when I come out of the bathroom. I grab the glasses and champagne from my overnight bag. I brought them to celebrate Justin’s last game, but now we have more to celebrate.

I open the bedroom door and hear Justin shouting. My insides curdle at the thought of his Father coming back early and hearing our love making. I rush down the stairs into the kitchen and came to an abrupt stop. A cracking sound rings out into the room as the glasses and champagne slide from my hands and smash onto the floor. I don’t hear Justin talking at me. I see his mouth moving but all I hear is my own heartbeat roaring in my ears.

My body moves as Justin shakes me, and slowly his voice penetrates my ears.

“Med, are you okay? Did you cut your feet?”

I shake my head without even knowing the answer. Justin’s face is pale, and worry masks his features.

“Why are you wearing that?” I ask, pulling on his dirty jersey. He looks down, confused.

“Because I just came from my game, baby.”

“Baby! Seriously?” Jared asks from the other side of the kitchen. He’s wearing only jeans, no shirt, and his hair is wet like he’s just come out the shower.
Oh, God.

“Fuck off, Jared. A lot has changed since you bailed on us.” Justin sneers.

“Clearly.”

Shock. That’s what this is. That’s why I feel like someone has poured cement into my body, keeping me frozen to the spot. My eyes take Jared in. Oh, God. His hair is longer than Justin’s, even slicked back from the shower. After all these years of saying how different they are, I mixed them up! And what a mix up. I want to cry but I don’t know what the tears would represent.

“I don’t understand.” My voice comes out hoarse.

“Well, I’m guessing by the way you’re now freaking out, my brother didn’t tell you I was coming back.”

My gasp is audible. I look to Justin who still looks worried, and now angry.

“I was going to tell you tonight, I only found out yesterday but he beat me here. I thought he was coming tomorrow. My Dad went to get him. After he called us and told me something that should have come from him in person, when it happened not a week later”

“Wait… your Dad knew he was here?”

“Yeah.”

That asshole. He set me up to find Jared in the shower thinking he was Justin. I fight back the tears.

“Well, it was a hell of a welcome home.” Jared grins.

“Listen, baby, I know this is a shock.”

I shake my head. “I can’t do this,” I mutter, stepping back and running up the stairs to get my shoes and bag.

I hear the footfalls of both of them following me. I rush into Justin’s room and gather my things. Justin enters behind me, gripping my arm.

“Where are you going? You’re meant to spend the week here before we leave for Florida. And I need you right now Med something happened”

My eyes drift to Jared who leans over Justin’s shoulder. “Beats, it’s okay. I’m not staying past tomorrow. You can forget you saw me and carry on as normal.”

I know he’s telling me in a hidden message that we can forget he just fucked my brains out against Justin’s bedroom wall.

“Why is there steam in here? Did you use my shower?” Justin turns to Jared.

“Yeah, Dad said mine is broken and that my room is now a weights room.” I hear the bitter undertone in his voice.

“Why did you come back?” I ask.

I feel destroyed all over again just seeing him. Knowing what we just shared is crippling me and the guilt has its own kind of torture. A glass sheen fills his eyes

“Our Mom died. I came to arrange her funeral with Justin,” he struggle to say. The grief almost suffocating his words.

“Oh my God, that’s awful. What happened?” I cry out. Pain flashes across his eyes.

“She got sick. I thought she had more time. She didn’t.” His battling with himself to stay strong, to put on this front that he’s ok. He would be crushed inside and just like I always have, I could read it in his eyes.

I want to hold them both, grieve with them but I feel torn and confused and angry as hell at Jared and also Justin for keeping this stuff to himself.

“So, how long did you wait before jumping into my brother’s bed?” he asks, changing the subject so he doesn’t show us weakness. My mouth gapes. Justin turns so fast that by the time I realize what’s happening, fists are flying and Justin is straddling Jared’s waist, crashing blow after blow into him. My screams fill the air as I try to drag him off but I stand no chance of moving him.

Jared lets Justin hit him; he isn’t even trying to block him. “Stop it, STOP IT!” I scream.

“My turn,” Jared growls, rolling, forcing Justin down. Jared’s fists connect so hard, the cracking sound makes me empty my stomach onto the plush carpet.

“Oh, GOD, PLEASE,” I beg. Jared’s eyes lock onto me and he jumps from Justin’s limp body and rushes to me. I try pushing him away but I’m too weak; his strength easily overpowers me.

He scoops me up like a bride and carries me into the bathroom, resting me down on the counter next to the sink. Turning on the cold tap and wetting a flannel, he dabs at my face as I sit, shaking.

“Get your fucking hands away from her.” My eyes find Justin’s; he’s standing in the doorway, one eye swollen, his nose bleeding. I tear my gaze to Jared who has a busted lip.

I pull the flannel from Jared’s hands, and hop down from the unit. Walking over to Justin, taking his hand and guiding him to his bed.

“Lay down, baby. I need to clean you up.” He’s unsteady on his feet. I pat at the blood on his nose as the door slams and heavy footsteps hit the stairs.

“I’m going to get ice. Don’t try to move, okay?”

When I get to the kitchen, Jared is bent into the freezer. Spanning from the nape of his neck to his lower back is a tattoo of a guitar. The detail is incredible. I recognize it immediately; it’s my fender guitar that he and Justin bought me for my fourteenth birthday.

I loved that guitar until Jared left and I couldn’t bear to play it again.

There are red nail marks across his shoulders and I blush at the damage I made.

“Ice,” Jared shouts at me, tossing me a bag of ice. “So, you weren’t welcoming me home then?”

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, not knowing why I’m apologizing

“So am I, that you thought I was him. You really couldn’t tell the difference between the way we both fuck?”

I flinch from his crass vocabulary. “Nice choice of words, Jared.”

“Well, that’s what we did, Beats. Sorry, does Justin make love to you?” He smirks, tipping a beer bottle to his lips and chugging.

“Fuck you.”

He slams the bottle down and strides towards me, grabbing my hips and lifting me onto the sideboard. He brings a palm to each thigh and harshly opens my legs, crushing himself between them, his erection pushing against the juncture there.

“Fuck me? You sure, Beats? Because you know it’s me this time. Does he fuck you hard like that? Does he make you scream?”

I bring my palm down across his cheek, the contact ringing out into the room. He doesn’t even flinch.

“Mmm, I like it rough, baby.” He drops his tone low and breathes against my ear. “Just like you do.”

My nipples tighten and my core begs for more.

“Does Justin give it to you rough like you need it, Beats?” I feel his smirk on my cheek.

I push at his shoulders. “You son of a bitch! Tonight was meant to be him! Our first time together! You took that from him, from us, like you took my fucking heart when you abandoned us! It took me forever to open myself up again and you come back and wreck me all over again!”

My words make him flinch. Pain blazes across his eyes but he recovers quickly.

“From what I heard you opened yourself up for all the football team, Beats. My poor brother the last one on your list to make it a full team?”

I feel like someone has invaded his body. “What are you talking about?”

He scoffs at me, moving away and leaning against the opposite counter. “I kept tabs. I needed to keep tabs on…Justin, so I kept in contact with someone here. They told me all about how you turned into the town whore. Sorry, I mean mini whore since your Mom already has that title.”

Ice washes through me. Who is this person I let into my body?

“How can you say that to me?” I slide to my feet and walk until I’m almost touching him. Looking into his eyes at the conflicted emotions. “I loved you more than life. You were air for me, Rift, and when you left it was like living in darkness. My sun was gone. You made me feel like summer lived in my veins when we were together, so when you took off without a goodbye, a harsh winter set up shop within me, leaving me hurt, bitter and cold. It took two years before I let myself love Justin and he was supposed to be my first. I don’t know who gives you your information but it’s way off.”

I turn to walk away but he grabs me around the upper arm, spinning me around to face him. “Your first, Beats? Your first what?”

I watch as understanding settles in his features.