In the beginning, p.30
In The Beginning, page 30
When the side of my face came into contact with the hard as fuck wood, I swore I saw stars. Instantly I covered my face and rolled to my back. “Motherfu…” My words were muffled by the pressure of my hand against my mouth.
“Did you lose any teeth?”
I looked up to see Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Fucking Dumber hovering over me. Corbin held a sandwich in his hand as he chewed obnoxiously. Clayton actually looked semi-concerned.
“Your girl won’t like the farmer look,” Corbin added before he slapped his brother’s shoulder. “Dude, you remember Murray from back home?” They both started chuckling. “That man only had every other tooth. Don’t know what happened, but he looked fucked up for sure.”
“We could call him Murray,” Clayton added with a laugh. Okay, so I guess he wasn’t concerned.
I moved off the floor to find Red holding Isaac in a headlock; the craziest part—his pants were still around his ankles. So were his boxers. Bare ass was all we could see. No wait, it wasn’t bare, he looked like Chewbacca.
“Hairy fuck,” I said, shaking my head and walking toward the bathroom to inspect the damage.
Flipping on the bathroom light, I lowered my hand and groaned out loud.
“Well, you aren’t missing any teeth,” Corbin said from the doorway. “But you do look like you have a third eye growing out of your head.”
I’d thought about arguing with him, but he was right. My cheek was all swollen, and in the center was a cut. A small amount of blood trickled down. The swelling was actually so bad, my eye even appeared bigger.
“Great,” I said, bracing myself on the vanity as I leaned in closer. “I should have stayed at Morgan’s place.” Even the constant sexual innuendos from Marcus were better than the abuse I got here.
My phone began ringing again, reminding me that I had missed a call prior to my collision with the table. I stepped back from the sink, reached inside my pocket, and looked down when my phone came into view.
It was my sister, Cassie.
“Hi kid,” I said, wincing when I pressed my phone to my ear. Immediately I moved it to the right side. “What’s up?”
“Bored,” she said. That was it, only one word was all I got.
Cassie was twelve, the baby of the family. She was hitting that stretch where boys were a little more interesting and all the things she used to enjoy now were childish. I didn’t much care for the liking boys part.
“Where’s Carter?”
She sighed, the sound of annoyance. “He’s with Ariana,” she said. “He is always with her. I swear she installed an invisible shock collar on him or something. She snaps her fingers and he runs.”
Carter just turned sixteen, and just a week ago my dad caught him and his girlfriend naked in our upstairs shower. I spent that entire conversation with my hand covering my smile. There was just something different about him experiencing sex. Hell, I wanted to high five him and buy him the biggest box of condoms I could find. Cassie—I just wanted to find a chastity belt and lock her ass in the basement.
“She’s his first girlfriend,” I said in explanation.
“She is a whore,” Cassie added, causing me to choke, “is what she is.” I could almost visualize her rolling her eyes. “I may be young, but I know why he likes her so much. She lets him do just about anything he wants to her. Carter is a sap, he just don’t realize she also lets Mark and Fritz do those things to her too.”
“What?” I turned around to find Corbin and Clayton still hovering in the doorway, eavesdropping. I waved my hand outward, shooing them away. “Are you telling me that she’s sleeping with three different boys?”
“Yep,” Cassie replied. “But if you tell Carter that he just gets pissed off.
“Cas,” I said in warning. I knew that the word pissed was most likely the lightest word in her vulgar vocabulary but I still wasn’t ready for her to be using it.
“Come and get me,” she tossed back, changing the subject.
“Cassie, you’re over two hours away.” I leaned back against the sink, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Well then, you better get moving.” Apparently cussing wasn’t the only thing she’d been perfecting. “Stop complaining and just get in your car and drive.”
“Since when did you get so bossy?” I smiled because her sassy behavior reminded me of a certain blonde I was quite fond of.
“Since you decided to desert me and run off to college, leaving me with the troubled brother,” she said without hesitation. “Since I’ve been forced to listen to him and his friends talk about things my little innocent ears shouldn’t hear. Before you decided that partying and easy college girls were more important than coming home to visit with your little sister more often. Sine you decided…” She just kept listing crazy shit.
“Okay, okay,” I interrupted her. “You can stop now.”
“You asked,” she offered with a laugh.
“Just so you know, I’ve got a girlfriend,” I told her.
“Please, don’t tell me you are back with that awful girl that says like every other word.” Cassie sounded annoyed. “I swear I thought she’d knock herself out one day with as much as she whipped her head around. ‘Ya know, it’s like so like, crazy how if I like flip my hair this way and like that way, boys like notice me more.’”
Leave it to Cassie.
“No, her name is Morgan,” I corrected her. “She’s nothing like Britney, she actually has a brain. She’s funny and I don’t think I’ve heard her use the word like more than a few times in the entire time I’ve known her.”
“Okay then. Bring her with you.”
Instead of responding, I sat silent for a moment, wondering if I could actually find a way to convince Morgan to drive with me to see Cassie.
“Hello,” Cassie said when I was quiet for too long.
“Let me see what I can do,” I said before ending the call. I didn't even wait for her to reply.
***
“What in the hell happened to you?” Morgan asked when she opened the door to her apartment. She stood in the doorway, wearing only a long t-shirt. The same t-shirt she wore to bed last night.
How do I know this? Because I was there when she slipped it on over her then naked body. The t-shirt was mine. Seeing her in it once again was gratifying. She looked damn good in it.
Ignoring the fact that she was looking back at me more with a look of worry as she scanned over my face, I moved in. Hooking her around the waist, cupping her ass, I pulled her body against my own. She gasped when I pressed my now semi-hardened cock against her and shifted my hips slightly.
“You like my shirt?” I asked her as I kissed her cheek.
“Maybe.” The breathy whisper assured me that “maybe” was a definite “yes.”
“It looks better on you.” I pressed another kiss at the corner of her mouth. Another shift of my hips caused her to moan. “Are we alone?” I asked as I backed her into the apartment.
“Marcus is at work,” she assured me and it was all I needed.
I kicked the door closed behind me and gripped her ass fully, one palm spanned over each cheek. My girl had one very sweet ass.
I lifted her and she hopped up, wrapping her legs around my waist. I had come here for a purpose and this surely wasn’t it. But seeing her in my shirt, looking at me concerned, it did something to me. So I wanted to take advantage of us being alone.
When I lowered her to the kitchen table and pressed my palm to her stomach, pushing her back, her eyes grew wide. Tossing her a smirk, I pushed harder and she slowly lowered her back to the table.
Her legs still around my waist, I carefully unhooked them and stepped back for a moment, taking her in. Her hair fanned out over the darkened wood top, the t-shirt ridden up, exposing her weak excuse for panties. I loved the fact that Morgan chose to wear sexy little numbers beneath her clothes. It was always a pleasant surprise to find what she had hidden beneath. Each time we were together it was like unwrapping the best fucking present.
Lifting my hand, I extended my finger and gently trailed the tip over the lacy material. Her back arched and she closed her eyes tightly when I went lower, applying just a small amount of pressure as I skimmed her clit. “Feel good?” I asked and she nodded her head, her eyes still closed tight. “Do you want more?” Another nod, only I needed more.
“Tell me,” I insisted.
I could see the determination in her eyes when she opened them and looked up at me. She was trying to find it. Trying to reverse the roles and make me think she was in control.
Only I couldn't have that. Not now; I was wound too tight to give in.
“Tell me,” I repeated as I slipped my finger beneath the edge of her panties and felt just how wet she already was. “I just need to hear it, and it’s yours,” I assured her.
When I saw her resolve slipping, I pushed my finger inside her, just enough to tease. When I pulled back, she whimpered. “More?” I asked, gliding over her clit once again.
“Yes,” she said in a needy demand. “More.” Her word echoed throughout the apartment.
Keeping my finger in place, teasing her, I reached inside my pocket and pulled out my wallet. Somehow I maneuvered it around and retrieved the condom I had tucked inside. Placing it between my teeth, I quickly undid my pants and pushed them low enough for my hard cock to spring forward.
After I tore open the condom and skillfully rolled it on, I pulled her panties to the side, and pressed myself against her. Already her hips were shifting in search of more and I moved closer, giving her just a small tease of what she wanted.
“Please,” she begged.
My chest swelled, knowing I was in control.
She opened her eyes, staring up at me with a desperation I fucking craved. I gripped her hips and with one hard thrust I was deep within her and she was moving, pushing against me with her own hips in search of more.
Panting filled the air around us. The sound of our bodies slapping together in search of release. My legs tensed when I felt her pussy clench down and I knew she was close.
Using my thumb, I applied just enough pressure to her clit, creating a circular motion. Within seconds she dug her fingernails into my forearms and her hips pumped faster, matching my own movement. “Yes,” she gasped, her body trembling and shaking against mine.
Immediately I too was lost as I squeezed her hips tighter and held my pelvis against hers, riding out the wave of pleasure.
Chapter 25
Morgan
Talk about whiplash. I was lying on a kitchen table, a table that, I might add, I shared with my best friend. A table I don’t actually own but where I eat dinner with, again, my best friend, almost nightly. Only now that kitchen table had been converted to a place where my boyfriend decided to rock my world.
As in, bang my brain loose. Oh my god, I was losing my shit. Who was this girl I had become?
I looked up and found a pair of knowing eyes watching me closely. A smirk covering those delectable lips of his. Yep, that was what happened to me.
Xavier.
He had knocked down my walls, swept me off my feet, and turned me into one of those girls I’d always wrinkled my nose up at. Those girls who got all gooey-eyed in the presence of a man. Yes, I challenged him, but I think we both knew in the end I would cave. He was addictive.
“See what happens when you wear my clothes?” he finally spoke, only making me laugh.
“Should I be concerned that men’s clothing turns you on?” I asked, giving him some of that sass I knew he loved.
He stepped back, and I immediately felt the loss of his body from mine. Reaching out, he took my hand and tugged me up from the table. The moment my chest was pressed to his, he kissed me softly and pressed his forehead to mine. “It is the girl, not the clothes,” he confessed and that familiar flutter returned to my chest.
It didn’t matter how hard I tried not to be the girl falling for the boy, it was inevitable. Xavier wasn’t even close to the guy I thought he was in the beginning. He was adorable, sweet, and kind. He was good to me, great with Marcus, and adored Toby. He was a keeper, the guy to break away my restraints and show me what I’d been missing out on.
I leaned back, looking up at him, again his swollen, blackened eye coming into view. “Are you gonna to tell me what happened to your face?” I asked.
“Red dropped me,” he said as he removed the condom and walked toward the kitchen, grabbing a paper towel. I watched as he hid it in the towel before tossing it into the garbage can.
“Why did he drop you?” I asked, completely engrossed in his manhood that was still fully exposed.
“Because Isaac yanked down his pants,” he added just as he tucked himself back into his own pants and began buckling his jeans. “Boxers and all, straight down around his ankles.”
I shook my head as if to clear my thoughts. Apparently he’d turned me into a sex fiend because I couldn't keep my mind straight.
“Okay…” still confused but feeling it too dangerous to ask, I skipped on to the next question. “Then why was Red holding you to begin with?”
“He missed me,” Xavier said with a shrug, leaning back against the counter.
I stared at him, completely dumbfounded. Never would I understand Xavier and his friends. They were wild and constantly pulled the craziest shit off on one another. It was part of the reason I feared staying at his house. Waking up with chicken feathers glued to my body didn’t sound like anything I wanted to experience.
“Forget I asked,” I said. Stepping closer to him, I opened the freezer and pulled out a bag of stir fry mix. I held it out to Xavier and he gave me a confused look in return. “You need to hold this against your face. Your face looks like someone knocked the shit out of you.”
He took the mixture, held it to his face, and smiled back at me.
It amazed me how he found no wrong in being battered and abused by his roommates.
“So,” he said, averting his eyes. I knew whatever it was he was about to say he was worried about saying it. “You wanna take a ride with me?”
“A ride?” I asked and he nodded. “Where would this ride take us?”
With a shrug, he shot me that dangerously sexy smile of his. “Kissimmee.”
I knew what was in Kissimmee—his family. He’d talked about them enough during our nights of lying awake in bed. It was those times I truly got to witness his love for his family. When he talked about his brother and sister it reminded me of my love for Toby. He’d laugh and share stories of when they were younger, the protective nature coming out with every word he spoke.
When he shared stories about his mother, it made my feelings for him only that much harder to ignore. He adored his mother, and a man who loved his mother that fiercely was a good man.
The pride in his explanation of his father made me smile. The man sounded like a mirror image of Xavier, though I don’t think he realized just how much he resembled the description he gave of his dad.
So why the hell was the idea of meeting them freaking me out a bit?
“Cassie called and she gave me a guilt trip about not coming home enough.” He was still holding the frozen bag of vegetables to his face. “She wants to meet you.”
Again, panic.
“I don’t know,” I said, doing what I do well. I was searching for an excuse as to why I couldn’t. The thing was—I had nothing. I didn’t have a job, and it was the weekend, so there were no classes to attend. I’d say I planned to visit Toby and my parents, but they were gone for the weekend to visit my grandparents, and Xavier was fully aware of this.
Before I could say more, Xavier stepped past me and slapped my ass, causing me to let out a yelp in surprise. “You got nothing, babe,” he said with a laugh. “Now get your ass moving and don’t forget your suit.”
I rubbed at the sting on my ass cheek. “Swimsuit?” I turned around to watch as he moved across my apartment. Once he reached the couch, he sat down and propped up his feet on the ottoman. He looked like he belonged here. He made himself at home, flipping through the channels on the television.
“Yeah,” he replied, not even looking at me. “Cassie likes to swim, so I figure you should probably be prepared.”
I stared at the side of his head, a little floored that I had somehow gotten myself in this situation. Why couldn't I tell this man no? I never had a problem with that before, but somehow Xavier was managing to melt away my outer bitch.
***
I was taken aback by what I saw. No, I was speechless as I looked through the windshield of Xavier’s car to the house before me. It was gorgeous, bigger and fancier than any house I had ever been in.
“Come on,” Xavier said as he climbed out of the car, quickly closing the door before moving around to my side. When he opened my door and held out his hand, I moved forward willingly.
“It’s beautiful,” I said, looking over the house once more.
“They moved here about eight months ago. My father owns a construction company, so building is his specialty.” He offered a wink as he led me toward the front door.
“Your dad built this house?” Again I was in awe. I couldn't imagine living in a home this amazing. It had three garages—three.
As he pushed open the front door and we stepped inside, the earlier feeling of awe was nothing compared to what I felt now. “Holy hell,” I said without being able to stop myself.
Xavier chuckled. “Yeah, he may have gone a little overboard. My mother had wanted a new house for years and when he was finally able to give her one, he made sure he gave her everything he could and more. Come on.” He tugged my arm.
“Cassie,” Xavier hollered, making me jump in surprise.
The level above us allowed me to hear the hammering sound of someone’s feet against the floor. In a blur, a flash of yellow and black ran past me and practically leaped into Xavier’s arms.
