Chapter 5 Done, I’ll Give Her Crazy #4
“Cassie, why the fuck do you keep showing up at my house?” Kenton asks, walking up the stairs.
Butterflies erupt in my stomach when our eyes meet, and then his eyes go from soft to hard when they lock on my cheek.
“She fucking hit you?” he growls. He must have forgotten that I already told him about our little exchange.
His head swings to Cassie, the look on his face forcing her to take a step back. “You hit her?” he asks.
“Don’t you fucking dare, Kenton Mayson. She is not the fucking victim in this situation. She hit me then trashed my car.”
“You came to my house and hit my woman, and now you want to point fucking fingers? I told you to never show your face here again. I told you we have not one fucking thing to talk about.”
I suddenly feel faint. His ‘woman’? I didn’t think I was his, but he just said that I am, and he said it in front of his mom and aunt. I’m not going to explore why that made me feel all squishy and warm inside.
“Now, for the last fucking time, get the fuck out of my house.”
“Wait! She can’t leave!” I shout, grabbing Kenton’s arm.
“I’m out of here,” Cassie hisses and hurries down the stairs. I start to run after her, but an arm wraps around my waist and my back hits the solid wall of Kenton’s chest.
“Let her go, baby.” His lips brush my ear as he speaks.
I shake my head and he squeezes me tighter. “No, she can’t leave! She said there was a YouTube video of me from the bar the other night. I don’t know who put it up, but maybe she does.”
His body goes tight behind me and he lifts me, swinging me behind his back before running down the stairs. I look at Viv and Nancy before following behind him.
The second I reach the front door and swing it open, I see Kenton pacing back and forth, talking on the phone to someone.
Cassie is next to her car trying to lift the mattress off of it.
Just as I take a step out onto the front porch, two police cars pull up the driveway.
Kenton’s head swings my way, and he lifts his hand and motions for me to come over.
I look at the cop cars then at Cassie, who is glaring at me while trying to lift the headboard.
If things were not so messed up, I’d be laughing at her.
I walk to Kenton. His voice is a low rumble when he tells the person on the phone to track the video and have it removed.
When he hangs up, his hand goes to the bottom of my shirt and he pulls me until I’m forced to step closer to him.
“Justin’s on it. He should have the video down in a couple of hours.” When his arms wrap around me, mine automatically do the same, and I lay my head against his chest. “Don’t worry, baby. Everything will be okay,” he says right before I feel his lips at the top of my head.
I close my eyes, soaking in the feeling only he gives me, but the moment is broken when I hear someone clear their throat.
I open my eyes and turn my head. A cop is standing there, his mouth curved into a slight smile.
I don’t know what he could possibly be smiling about, but his eyes go from me, to Kenton, then over to Cassie, and he shakes his head.
“Looks like you got a little bit of a situation on your hands here, Mayson,” he says, tilting his head towards Cassie and her car, where there is another cop talking to her. “Wanna tell me what happened?”
“Cut the shit, Ford. You know that woman is crazy as hell,” Kenton says, and I bite the inside of my cheek, wondering if it’s wise to talk to a cop like that.
“You were warned about her. Everyone told you to be careful when you got with her, but you are so fucking stubborn you had to find out that shit for yourself. Seems to me you have been taught a valuable lesson,” Officer Ford says as I try to pull away from Kenton, who only holds me tighter. “So what happened?” he asks again.
“Cassie showed up here not long after I left to head to the office. She pushed her way inside.”
“So how did the bed end up in her car?” he asks, looking at me.
“I may have lost my temper,” I whisper.
Officer Ford smiles then shakes his head before looking at Kenton.
“I want her arrested!” Cassie screeches, and I look in her direction, seeing her pointing at me. “I want to press charges.”
“Shit, this is going to be a lot of paperwork,” Officer Ford grumbles, shaking his head.
“She pushed her way into my house and attacked my woman. If she presses charges, I will do the same,” Kenton says only loud enough for me and Ford to hear.
“I will pay for the damage to her car, but I want her gone and to understand that, if she comes back, I will no longer be nice about keeping her away.”
I don’t know what he means by that, but it doesn’t sound good. Officer Ford nods and walks over to where Cassie and the other officer are talking. I watch as he says something to Cassie. Her eyes narrow before getting big, and she turns her head to glare at us.
“Go wait inside with my aunt and mom, baby, while I take care of this,” Kenton says, and I wonder if he saw the look Cassie just shot at both of us.
“I’m sorry about this,” I tell him. “Maybe I should find somewhere els—”
“You even think about running out on me now and I swear to Christ I will blister your ass,” he says, cutting me off.
“Your family,” I say softly, reminding him that we’re not the only ones he needs to worry about.
“My family is safe and so are you.”
I don’t know if that’s true, but I do feel safer with him than I would anywhere else. Plus, I have a feeling that, if I did leave, he would do exactly as he threatened. What I don’t understand is why that thought alone has a dull ache beginning to throb between my legs.
“She’s agreed to not press charges if you agree to pay for the damage to her car,” Officer Ford says, walking back up to us.
I look over at Cassie and then at the car. I have some money saved up and can afford to have it fixed. I don’t want Kenton paying for the damage when this was all my fault to begin with.
“I’ll pay for it,” I tell Ford.
“You’re not paying,” Kenton says, shaking his head.
I narrow my eyes and try to step away from him so I can fully have it out with him.
“She’s my ex. If she hadn’t shown up, this wouldn’t have happened.
” Well, he has a point, but if I hadn’t thrown the bed over the balcony into her car, we wouldn’t even be having this conversation.
“Go wait inside with my mom and aunt while I get this sorted,” he says again, his arms releasing me.
His tone and bossy attitude have me wanting to punch him in the stomach. My hands ball into fists at my sides, and his eyes drop to them before meeting mine again as a smirk appears on his face.
“You gonna hit me?”
I shrug then look at Officer Ford. “Would you arrest me?”
He smiles and shakes his head. I look back over at Kenton and grin.
“Jesus, you’re cute when you’re pissed,” he says, catching me off guard. Something about that statement only serves to make me madder. “Now, stop fucking around and go wait inside.”
Without thinking, I kick him in the shin, turn around, and run as fast as I can up the stairs and onto the porch—right into his mom.
Crap.
“Child, I’m starting to wonder if you need anger management,” Nancy says, grabbing my hand, pulling me inside the house, and closing the door behind us.
“I’m not normally like this,” I mumble, lowering my head when I see Viv smile.
“I don’t know what is going on with you and my son, but you’re good for him.
He needs someone to put him in his place and keep him on his toes.
His life is so serious and revolves around people listening to him and doing exactly what he says when he says it.
I don’t know about you, but that would get old. ” She shakes her head, smiling.
I don’t want to get their hopes up about Kenton and me, so I decide to change the subject and avoid the topic, even though I have a feeling that I’m not going to be able to avoid it much longer.
“So, what brings you guys to the neighborhood?” I ask casually, leaning back on my heels. I bite my lip when Viv starts to laugh, looking over at Nancy.
“Well, Kenton called and said you needed company.”
A light bulb goes off in my head and I know exactly what happened. He thought I was going to run off, so he sent for backup. The door opens and Kenton walks in. I’m surprised by the smile that lights up his face when our eyes meet.
“Tow truck’s on the way,” he says, walking towards me. I look around, trying to find an escape route. He looks at his mom and gives her a grin. “Can you start some coffee while I talk to Autumn?” he asks her.
She looks at me and her eyes sparkle when I start shaking my head at her. “Sure, honey,” she tells him, turning towards the kitchen. “Viv, let’s go make coffee,” Nancy says with a smile.
Viv’s eyes come to me and she smiles, shaking her head.
“No!” I semi shout. “You should really spend some time with your son. I can totally make the coffee,” I tell them, starting to head towards the kitchen. I feel myself being tugged back by the hem of my shirt. When I look over my shoulder at Kenton, I glare.
“We need to talk,” he informs me.
“We’ll be in the kitchen,” Nancy says, Viv following close behind her.
I close my eyes, letting my head drop forward.
“Thanks, Mom,” Kenton says as I turn around to face him and my shirt twists around my stomach.
His eyes drop to my mouth and he takes a step towards me.
I try to take a step back, but his hand, which is still wrapped around my shirt, prevents me from going far.
“You kicked me,” he says quietly, his mouth brushing mine, leaving me paralyzed.
“Sorry,” I say, getting lost in his eyes.
“Are you really sorry?”
“No,” I whisper, watching his eyes grow dark.
“I didn’t think so.” His tongue touches my bottom lip, making me gasp as his teeth give my bottom lip a punishing nip and tug. My hands lift to his hair, pulling it at the roots, as his hands slide down my sides and over my ass, where he gives me a squeeze.
The feeling of his hands on me has me jumping up without thinking and wrapping my legs around his waist. He groans, pulling my hips tighter against him.
My back hits the wall and I whimper. His mouth leaves mine and travels to my ear, nipping it before his lips make their way down my neck, licking and biting along the way.
When his mouth comes back to mine, my hips grind against him, trying to get some friction.
“Coffee’s ready—oh! Crap. Sorry,” I hear Viv say.
My eyes open, my teeth release his bottom lip, and I look over his shoulder, seeing Viv heading back into the kitchen.
His hand cups my cheek, pulling my attention back to him. “I hate that she hit you.” His words and the look in his eyes as he studies my cheek make my heart start to pound harder.
“I’m okay. I’m sorry about your bed,” I tell him. Now that I’m not in the moment anymore, I feel bad for having lost my temper.
“I needed a new one anyways.” He smiles, and my fingers go to his cheek, pressing into his dimple. “We good now?” he asks, and I know he’s talking about this morning.
I fight myself on what to say. I need to be honest with him. He scares me, but not exploring this thing with him scares me more. I look over his shoulder before my eyes search his face.
“I know you didn’t mean it like you said it.
You’re the first person in a very long time I find myself opening up to.
” I cover his mouth with my hand when it looks like he’s going to speak.
“You’re also the first guy since my first that I have been interested in.
I feel vulnerable when I’m with you, and I hate that your words have the power to crush me, but they do,” I confess softly.
His hand comes to mine, pulling it from his mouth, and he kisses my palm before placing it against his chest. “I say shit I don’t mean sometimes.
It’s no excuse and I’ll work on it, but you need to work on opening up to me.
” His eyes search my face before his lips brush mine again.
“You’re so fucking fearless that I forget how fragile you are.
” The words gently spoken against my lips cause my eyes to slide closed.
“I’m not fearless,” I tell him, resting my forehead against his. “I’m afraid all the damn time.”
“Nah.” He shakes his head. “You’re a fucking warrior.”