Chapter 9
CHAPTER 9
Presley
I shut my hairdryer off and hear the doorbell ring. At nine o’clock at night, I doubt it’s a solicitor. And since there’s only one person who’d show up here uninvited, I’m certain it’s him. With every step I take towards the door, another butterfly begins to flutter in my stomach. I peek through the peephole and see my instinct was right.
I press my forehead to the cold, hard wood, struggling to breathe. I shouldn’t answer it. If I let him in, I know what will happen. I’m going to make another mistake. I’m going to let temptation take hold and sink deeper into this hole that’s about to bury me alive. But as my hand turns the lock, I realize I don’t have the strength to resist him. Truth is: I’m going to have to see him every day at school, so I need to figure out how to be his friend. I need to set some ground rules between us so that what happened in gym class today doesn’t happen again.
“What are you doing here, Kyler?” I cross my arms, leaning against the frame so I don’t melt to the floor. Kyler in joggers and a T-shirt is one thing. Kyler in a navy-blue sweater, low-riding jeans, and cowboy boots is an entirely different drug. One I’m about to become addicted to.
He holds up a bag. “I brought your favorite. Chocolate mousse from Loraine’s.”
Damn, he doesn’t play fair. “Thank you.” I smile, holding my hand out, but as I expect, Kyler ignores my futile attempt and barges his way inside. I shut the door and turn, and there he is. Blocking me in. Trapping me against the hard wood with his thick body. God, I’m in trouble. I’m already struggling to keep my defenses up. Fighting the urge not to reach up and pull him down to my mouth. The look in his eyes is that of starved man and I’m desperate to feed him.
“Let me in, babe. Please.”
The strain in his whispered plea is nearly my undoing. God, I want to. More than he could ever know. But I don’t want to break. Which means I need to put a stop to this before it’s too late.
“Kyler, you’re eighteen. You still have an entire life ahead of you. You’re going to go to college. And be a football star. There’s a world of dating still in your future. And there should be. You should explore all of your options before you settle down, so you know exactly what you want in a wife and a partner.” He tries to interrupt but I hold my finger to his mouth to let me finish. He needs to let me explain.
“Me—I’m not wired like everyone else. I can’t do shallow relationships or fuck buddies. My heart inevitably gets involved and craves something much more than anyone our age can even give. Or should give.” Again, he goes to speak, but I keep going.
“I know what a broken heart can do to someone, Kyler. It can turn you into to someone unrecognizable. I don’t even know who my mom is anymore, Kye.” I swallow hard, the pain rushing in, making it harder to speak. “She’s so cruel now. It’s like she’s made it her life’s mission to destroy me. It’s why she refused to let my dad have custody, because she knew it was what I wanted.” The tears slip down my cheek, all the pent up emotions finally breaking free. “I can’t do it, Kyler. I don’t want to become like her.”
“God, baby, it’s not possible.” He pulls me into his arms, wrapping me up in his tight embrace, and the comfort is a welcome distraction from the pain. “You could never be like her, Pres.”
He’s wrong. It turns out I’m exactly like her. “Yes, it is possible, Kyler. You don’t know me anymore.” He has no idea just how cruel I can be. I sat back and watched an innocent girl be taken down. I was so consumed by my anger and pain, that I didn’t stick up for her. If he knew the truth, he wouldn’t be here right now.
“Baby…” He takes my cheeks in his hands. “We all change, and we all make mistakes.” I shake my head, knowing that’s not what I’m trying to say. “No.” He holds his finger up to my lips this time. “Now, it’s my turn to speak.
“When we were kids, Pres, my world revolved around you. You weren’t just my best friend—you were the girl I was going to marry. I was young, but I still saw our future playing out before my eyes. It might sound silly, but I even made a birthday wish that you and I were always going to be together. I wanted it so bad. So bad, that when you moved away, I broke.”
His voice cracks and the tears in his eyes plunge right through my heart.
“I sank deep into a depression when you left, Presley. I started acting out. Doing shit I’m not proud of and getting into trouble all the time. My parents didn’t know what to do with me, so they put me in football, hoping I could channel my aggression into the sport and that it would help. It definitely helped, but it didn’t bring me back to life. But the moment I saw you in that hall, that spark that’s been gone for the last five years rocked right through me, and I know you felt it too.” I felt it all the way down to my toes. “I know you’re scared, babe, and that you’ve been through a lot, but I’m asking for you to give me a chance. I would never hurt you, baby. You have my word.”
My heart thumps in my chest, and it feels like my armor has been dented. He’s making me want things. Giving me a sense of hope that I’m not sure I can fully trust. But the sincerity in his eyes is fighting to sway me into believing him.
“Happy belated birthday, by the way.” Kyler pulls out a box from the bag he’s holding and hands it to me. There’s a letter sitting on top. One that looks weathered and worn.
Dear Presley,
I’m going to miss you so much. I hope you don’t forget about me when you get to your new home and make new friends. You’re always going to be my best friend. I got you a going away present. It’s my heart. You own it. And I hope you’ll aways keep it.
I love you,
Kyler
“I was too scared to give this too you before you left. But I’m brave enough now to tell you that my feelings haven’t changed, Pres.”
He takes the box from my hands and pulls out a necklace. It’s a silver chain with a heart dangling in the center. His heart . He leans in and clasps it around my neck, his stare never wavering. His eyes pleading with me to trust him. To give him a chance. “Whatever you decide is up to you, babe. But this”—he places my hand over his heart—“is still yours.”
The last bit of my wall crumbles. It feels like a wrecking ball just knocked me down. I never stood a chance. From the moment our eyes connected in the hall, I knew I was in trouble.
“Okay, Kyler.” I grasp onto his shirt. “Just please don’t hurt me.”
“Never, baby.”
His lips come crashing down and every doubt starts to fade. My body catching fire on first lick. His mouth and tongue igniting the ache. Our hands groping and grabbing. Every part of me desperate to be closer. And he’s right there with me. He lifts me off the ground, wrapping me around his waist.
“I need you, Pres.”
“Then take me to my room, Kyler.”
His low groan tingles over my lips and the ache between my legs burns deeper. He carries me down the hall and straight to my room, tossing me onto the center of my bed. When he doesn’t join me, I sit up.
“You want to hear a secret, baby?” He lifts his leg and rids himself of his boot, dropping it to the floor before grabbing the next one and doing the same. “Last night, I had my very first wet dream.” And now I’m growing wet. “I made such a mess of my bed, I had to change my sheets this morning.” He smirks, letting his jeans slide to the ground before stepping out of them.
“You want to know what I was dreaming about?” I’m eager to hear every detail. “I was thinking of sliding my thick cock over those sexy tits. Rubbing over your nipples and giving you a pretty pearl necklace.”
His boxer briefs drop to the floor and my jaw drops with it. Thick was a modest description of the massive girth protruding between his legs. His cock is something to behold. He puts Maddock to shame, and that puts a smile on my face.
He steps up to the bed, giving me an even closer look at his throbbing purple head. There’s a drip of cum dribbling from the end and I’m tempted to lick it clean.
“Lift up that shirt, Pres.” His command comes out rough, and it soaks me further. It looks like his need is running ragged, and the darkness in his eyes is feeding my hunger.
I grab the hem of my tank and slowly tease it up my frame, inch by slow inch. His hands clench into fists at his side, looking as if he’s about to rip the thing off of me. I’m thankful I don’t have a bra on because when the bottom curve of my breast comes into view, his knees drop to the bed. A low groan rumbles from his chest and his tongue snakes out, wanting a taste. I slip my shirt up another inch, revealing my nipple, and he cracks. He drops forward, gripping my sides and pulling me to his mouth. He sucks my tight peak right between his lips, and my entire body ignites.
The ache is burning hotter and deeper. His tongue torturing me sweetly. He moves from one to the other, his grunts growing heavier as he nurses on me. My hips seek the air, looking for relief. My back arches into his hold. I need more. I want to feel him everywhere. “Please, Kyler.”
He finally pulls off, then drags his lips all the way up my neck, moving right to my ear. “Please what, Presley? Please put my mouth on you and suck your clit until you can’t take any more? Or please plunge my tongue inside your hole and fuck the shit out of you until you’re coming down my chin? Or do you want me to bury my cock inside you and fuck you until you’re marking my dick with your orgasm?”
Oh God. I want it all. My answer is D: all of the above.
“I need everything, Kyler. Just kiss me already.”
He gives me a smirk then shifts back. His hands moving to my waistband and taking my shorts right down my legs. The cool air hits my slick skin and my pussy throbs when his eyes narrow on the spot. The way he’s looking at me makes me restless for his touch.
“It looks like you need some attention, baby. You need my tongue to make the swelling go down.”
His head draws in closer. The slow descent sinking me deeper into the quicksand. I need him to stop teasing. My body can’t take it. He finally makes contact and I’m practically shaking like an addict in desperate need of a fix. When his tongue starts working me over, the addiction grows.
His mouth is making love to every inch. Lips rubbing and roaming. Throbbing pulses beat with every lick of his tongue. When he suctions around my swollen clit, sucking on it like a lollipop, he plunges me into the trenches. I come so hard, a gush of hot fluid runs down my leg. He groans as he flickers my clit, releasing the aftershocks from my body. But as he tries to settle me down, he only stirs the hunger. Now it’s my turn for a taste.
I shift out from under him, urging him to his back. His dick is standing straight up. A good eight inches with the most perfect crown, seeping with his excitement. I lower my head and suck him into my mouth. A groan rolls out of him as his hips buck up, forcing himself deeper. His desperation sets me into motion. I take him to the back of my throat and tighten my lips as I slide back off, plunging up and down. My tongue rubbing against the bottom with every pass, feeling this soft skin grow tighter. Every grunt and groan fuels me forward. I want to give just as good as I got. And by the tension riding his features, I think he’s already nearing the edge.
My hand slides between his legs, rubbing right over his heavy tight sac. I give it a light squeeze, suctioning my lips harder. His balls draw right up in response, and then a loud groan fills my room as the explosion rocks through his entire body, cock thrusting to the back of my throat, testing my reflexes as my muscles constrict around him. His hot seed runs down my throat, and I keep sucking until the pulsing stops. I only ease off once there isn’t a single remnant of his cum left. Then I snuggle right up into the side of him.
His eyes slowly open and what I see in their depths has me terrified. The feeling I was trying to avoid is pounding heavy in my chest. I’m already doing the one thing I said I wouldn’t. I’m falling for the guy who’s capable of destroying me. Not only that, but by dating the king of the elite, it makes me the queen. And I’m not quite sure I’m brave enough to face the drama.