Wanting More (20 page)

One night was standing in the way of my future.

I grabbed the bottle of whiskey from under my seat and drank down half of it. It burned and I had to fight it from coming back up. I needed to numb my senses; to complete the task without backing out.

I was anxious on the ride to Heather's house. For months I had been inserting myself into her life just enough to have her eating out of the palm of my hand. Tonight I needed to forget about everything else in my life and do what I knew I was good at. I needed to do the deed and wait until she fell asleep to go through her shit.

When she answered the door in a little two piece number, I didn't think about her as a person. No, she was just a little piece of ass. Her long blonde hair hung down in curls over each of her breasts and she bit down on her lip. "You ready to have some real fun?" She asked as she closed the door behind us.

This girl had her own agenda and it was clear from the get go. She led me up a set of steps, revealing that the back of her outfit was nothing but a couple of strings. I didn't like the color yellow, but the matching heels she wore showed off her leg muscles. When we got to her room, she turned around and grabbed the collar of my shirt, pulling me to follow her.

To any other guy, she was a fucking prize lay. There was no doubt in my mind that she'd be a good time.

I could feel the alcohol working its way through my body, but as she reached up and kissed me on the lips, I knew it just wasn't going to be enough. I needed something; something I swore I'd never have again. I cleared my throat. "Where's your bathroom? I gotta take a leak first."

She pointed at the bathroom and I walked the rest of the way there. Once inside, I locked the door and opened the medicine cabinet.

Bingo!

A bottle of Percs were sitting there calling my name. I looked at myself in the mirror as I popped two in my mouth. It was just this one time; a temporary fix in order to help someone I loved. I wouldn't be doing it if it wasn't necessary. I swallowed them down my dry throat and flushed the toilet to make it seem authentic.

Heather was sprawled out over top the covers of her bed. I stared at her body as I kicked off my shoes and started unbuttoning my jeans. She knew what I came here for and was ready to give it to me. She climbed toward me on her hands and knees and once she got to the edge of the bed, she sat up and rubbed her thighs while she watched me continue to remove my clothes.

"After tonight, you're going to be sorry you made me wait so long. Are you sure you're ready for the best night of your life."

If she only knew. "Hell yeah! Bring that shit on."

She motioned with her finger for me to join her on the bed. My boxer shorts dropped to the floor and I kicked them off as I approached her. I ripped the condom wrapper with my teeth and applied it to my semi erect dick. She reached over and licked my lip, before biting down and pulling on it. When both of my knees were on her mattress, she pushed me down on my back and jumped on top of me. I didn't have to show initiative when it came to this girl, she was leading the way. If this little slut wanted it dirty, I was going to give her a run for her money. I grabbed her hair and pulled back, forging forward with our first real kiss. She was rough and her vigorous tongue was untamed. Her body rocked over me, as she began taking off her bra. Her perky tits sprung free and she shoved them into my face. While she rocked back and forth, dry humping the shit out of me, the room started to spin and everything began moving in slow motion. I could feel the high beginning and taking me to the place I needed to be in my mind. Still even with the drugs running through my veins, I didn't for a second forget how much I hated the bitch. I wasn't here to fuck her, I was here to fuck her over.

To be perfectly honest, I had a hard time performing. Here was this chick with a rocking hot body, who was ready and willing to give me whatever I wanted, but looking at her just made me think of what I was losing. I rolled her over, flipping her around, so that I could hit that shit from the back and not have to look at her. It was better and let me concentrate more, plus it hid my disgust. The more I thrusted inside of her, the more I thought about all the things she'd done to my family, starting with Van. I grabbed her hair and rammed into her as hard as I could, taking out all my frustrations. Her head began slamming into the headboard, but I kept up my pace regardless. She cried out and I knew I was hurting her, but I didn't care. I wanted to hurt her. Without even thinking, I reached around and put my hands around her neck, while I rocked my hard cock into her. She cried out, feeling me releasing against her.

Afterwards, I walked into the bathroom to flush the rubber down the toilet. I could tell my eyes were dilated and hated myself for taking the damn pills, even though without them I wouldn't have been able to go through with it. Heather followed me in the bathroom and started the shower. "How's your night so far, sexy?"

I closed my eyes and kissed the top of her head. The bile was sitting at the base of my throat. "I'll show you when you get out of the shower. Get all clean for me, baby."

I waited for her to climb in and start washing her hair before I ran into her room and started ripping through her shit. It didn't take me long to find a camera sitting on her dresser. I stood in front of the door, so I could hear when the water turned off, and began flipping through the pictures. After at least a hundred ridiculous ones, I stood there looking at the proof I'd needed the whole time. Ty was set up for sure. Over twenty pictures of two people trying to pose him to look like he was doing something with Heather. It was clear in every photo that he was completely unconscious. Her cell phone starting ringing across the room and I didn't want her to hear it and come running, so I reached over to shut it off and saw Rick's damn picture lighting up on the screen. I hit ignore and started flipping through her messages, noticing that for the past month they had been sending each other a lot more than hellos and goodbyes. In fact, the messages went all the way back to the night of our double date. Apparently when Amy and I had our little meeting in the bathroom, they were exchanging numbers. A new message chimed and when I saw it, I couldn't believe it at first.

When can I see you again? -R

"Holy fuck!"

Talk about a full fucking circle. I knew he cheated on Amy, even she knew it, but to hook up with someone his wife was hooking someone else up with, that was fucked up.

I don't even remember putting my clothes on, but I was dressed and on my way out of the house. I thought I'd have to spend the night to find what I was looking for.

I heard the water turning off when I reached the front door. I don't know what got into me, but I went into her room and sat down on her bed.

She walked in with a big smile on her face, but when she saw me sitting with the camera in my hands, she froze. "What are you doing?" She tried to grab it, but I pulled it away from her.

"How long ago was this taken? I mean, you said you haven't seen anyone in over a year, but these were just months ago and clearly there is more going on than hanging out with friends."

She shook her head. "No, it isn't what you think. I swear, it was just a joke we played on our drunk friend. We never even had sex. He was passed out the whole time, you have to believe me. Conner, I really like you. I want this to work between us. Just tell me what I have to do to prove it."

I started to chuckle. "Who's the guy?"

"Just a friend from school."

"So you never slept with him before?"

She shook her head and put her hands in her face. "He's the one I was in love with. He's married now with kids."

"So you played this kind of joke on a married man? Did he think it was funny?"

She shrugged her shoulders and started to cry. "I don't know. I never told him I took the pictures."

"Heather, I'm all about havin' a good time, but this seems like some kind of blackmail scheme. Were you planning on keeping these and showing them to people."

"Conner, just forget about them." She was freaking out and it made me want to laugh in her pathetic face. "It's ancient history."

"You did show them didn't you?"

She continued to cry. "Yeah, I did okay. He hurt me and I just wanted to hurt him, so I showed the pictures to his little bitch wife. Are you happy now?"

I got up in her face. "Let me tell you what I am, Heather. I have this sister that I would lay down and die for and because some stupid whore had a vendetta with her husband, she took pictures of the guy and made it look like he'd cheated on her. She went out with her young daughter and hit a deer on her way to leave her husband. My sister went into premature labor and started to bleed to death. She delivered twin boys, that had to be out on respirators, while she fought to stay alive. All because of your fucking pictures. You want to know how I feel about stupid little bitches that think they can ruin people's lives for fun? You should be charged with attempted manslaughter. I almost lost my only sister."

She backed away from me and balled up like I was going to hurt her. "Please, I didn't know she was your sister. You have to believe me. You never told me you were related to her. You said you were here on business."

"I am."

"I didn't know about the accident Conner, I swear I wouldn't have done it. I'm so sorry. Oh my god I'm so sorry."

I stood up and tossed her cell phone at her. "Call someone who cares." When I reached the doorway, I stopped and turned around. "You come near my family again, for any fucking reason, and I swear to god I will kill you myself. You understand?"

She shook her head as I walked out.

Chapter 26

Amy

I was sitting at home, trying to find something to watch or do to keep my mind off of what I knew was happening. Knowing that Conner was with Heather made me feel sick to my stomach. I didn't get why he felt like he had to sleep with her. I guess it was all part of his ultimate revenge plan, but the fact that he was willing to go that route, even when I begged him not to, hurt me so much.

I kept checking my phone, looking for messages from him, but the screen was still empty.

I had no appetite, nor did I want to soak in a tub and try to relax. There was no way for me to relax.

After two glasses of cheap wine, I was feeling more calm. When the bottle was finished off I knew I would be able to fall asleep.

I don't know what time it was, but a vibrating phone woke me up. I was on the couch and the television was still on. I knew who the caller was since he was the only person to have the number.

Hello?

Blaze, I need you.

It didn't matter how groggy I was or that I'd had too many glasses of wine to drink. I wasn't worried about being caught. All I cared about was getting to Conner.

Where are you?

I'm sitting on the side of the road.

Have you been drinking?
His words were slurred and he didn't sound normal.

Yes.

Tell me where you are and I'll come get you
. I knew what I was saying, but I'd been drinking too. Shit!

He told me where he was and I didn't hesitate when I left my house and headed in his direction. His truck was pulled over in an old parking lot. I pulled up beside him and rushed to his passenger side door. He leaned over and opened it for me to be able to climb inside.

Conner looked terrible.

Aside from him looking like he'd been crying again, his eyes were barely open. "I fucked up, Amy."

"I don't want to know the details. It hasn't exactly been an easy night for me."

He grabbed my hand and sat it in his lap. "I ain't even talkin' about that part. I had to do something' else tonight."

I don't know why, but the first thing that came to my mind was that he killed Heather. Not that I would ever think Conner was that violent of a man, but after everything she had done, maybe he just lost it and accidentally killed her. My eyes got wide and I looked right at him. "What did you do? Please tell me it wasn't anything illegal."

He scrunched up his face like it pained him to talk about it. "It depends. If nobody reports me, then I think I'm in the clear."

My heart was beating like a freight train was coming straight at me. "Oh my God, Conner, what did you do? Do we need to leave town? Do you think they found the body yet? Oh God this is so bad, just tell me how to help you. I know it was an accident..."

He put his hand over my mouth and started laughing at me. "Would you shut up. Damn, you really think I killed a person? Are you for real right now?" He kept laughing at me as I shrugged and felt both bad for assuming and relieved that he hadn't. "I popped two Percs at Heather's. I tried to drink down some whiskey before I went in, but I still couldn't focus. I've never had a damn problem until you came along and fucked up everything about the way I lived my life."

I was shocked. Was he blaming me for doing drugs? I backed away in my seat and pushed him even further away from me. "Screw you. Don't you dare do that! Don't you dare blame me for the shit you did. I have nothing to do with your stupid choices."

I was so pissed at him that I wanted to jump out of the truck and go home. I guess the little bit of wine I had was enough to come out of my quiet shell and take up for myself.

"It has EVERYTHING to do with you! I never gave a shit before. Fuckin' was about fuckin' and nothin' else. Now, all I have are these damn feelin's that make me think about what I'm doin’ before I do it. You can be as pissed as you want, but I couldn't just go in there and fuck her without somethin' to make me forget how much I'd be hurtin' you."

He punched the steering wheel with his fists. "Damnit woman, you just don't get it do you? You just don't understand how much I love you. Being near her made me sick. You really think the old me would have passed on an easy lay like that? My God she's been throwin' her pussy at me since the first night we met. I could have pounded that shit right in the parking lot that night, but I didn't. Do you know why, Amy? Do you know why I didn't?"