Chapter 14 - Kaleb
“We are sending a group out,” Brandon said. “And make sure everyone knows to stay in groups of two.”
“Do you want me to go out?” I asked, planning to join them.
Brandon shook his head. “No, you’ve been up already. Asher and Westley are both going out and taking a team with them. You take Nora home.”
I glanced at Jade and Nora, who were huddling close together now. “Did Jade feel anything?”
Brandon nodded. “She was just telling me before you called.” Brandon glanced over at the girls. “Has she been practicing?”
I shook my head. “No.”
Brandon scowled. “She should. Otherwise, an accident could happen.”
I thought about how her light came at me, and I ducked. My heart had raced so fast, knowing that if I had waited even a second, something could have happened.
“You two go home,” Brandon said. “You both look exhausted.”
The drive home was quiet, and Nora didn’t speak. I glanced over at her and noticed she was tapping her foot on the ground. She was chewing on her thumb and sighing every few moments. I knew something was bothering her, but she wouldn’t say what.
I pulled into the house, and she jumped out before I could even speak. I watched her head inside. I took a deep breath and hurried out of the car and into the house. As I got inside, she was heading up the stairs.
“Nora. Stop.”
She paused, her fingers tight on the hand railing. She turned to me, and I could see the anger in her eyes. I shut the door and frowned. We needed to talk about everything that happened.
“Would you please talk to me? I know you’re angry, but we have to talk about this.”
“What would you like me to say?” she asked with a calm voice.
I paused a few steps in front of her. I knew how this probably looked. I knew she was probably thinking about what happened in the booth. “I’m sorry about what happened in the bar.”
“Great.” She turned, starting back up the stairs.
“Nora,” I called after her and started up the stairs. “Talk to me. Please, just for a moment. Let me explain.”
“You’re sorry. Okay. Great.” She yelled over her shoulder, making it up the last step. “Congratulations.”
“Nora, stop,” I yelled now, starting to lose my cool. “You’re behaving like a fucking brat.”
She turned and crossed her arms. I paused just a few steps below her. Her lips formed a tight line as she glared at me. “You’re sorry. Okay. Fine. Let’s move on.”
I watched her nostrils flare, knowing she didn’t mean what she said. “Nora, I know you are upset, so just say whatever it is you want to say. Just yell at me if it will make you feel better. Anything is better than you acting like this.”
Her eyes narrowed at me. “I saw the look in your eyes, Kaleb. I’m not an idiot.”
I frowned. “Saw what look?”
“The disgusted look!” she snapped. “The moment you realized I was a virgin, you suddenly looked grossed out. Yet, you were the one who slid your hand up my dress.”
I felt my shoulders drop. I should have known it would have been written over my face. “Nora, that’s…”
She turned, marching down the hallway before I could finish. I hurried up the steps after her. “Nora! Please just give me a moment to explain.” I watched her reach for her door handle, and I stopped her, grabbing it first. “It wasn’t disgust, Nora.”
“Don’t lie to me!” she yelled, shoving at me. “I’m not stupid. I know what went over your face.”
“Okay, it was disgusting, but it wasn’t about you.”
“Oh, that makes me feel so much better,” she said sarcastically. “It fixes everything.”
“It was about me.”
She paused. “What?”
“I was disgusted with myself, Nora. Jesus. You told me you’ve never done it, and I’m sitting there in this nasty ass booth, in this dark ass corner, trying to slide my fingers into you, and you tell me you’ve never done it.”
“So?”
“So, I was disgusted with myself. You don’t deserve to have your first time like that.
Do you have any idea what was going through my mind?
You have no idea the things I wanted to do to you.
I wanted to shove my cock deep into you and listen to you scream my name.
I wanted to pound into you and make sure you wouldn’t be walking the next day.
I wanted it to be painful, just so you remembered. That is not what you deserve.”
I watched her shoulders relax just slightly as she stared at me. “Why didn’t you just say that? You don’t know what I can and can’t take.”
“Nora, you winced. I’m not blind. I saw the way you tensed up. When I tried to slide a second finger, you were in pain. You can’t lie about that. Don’t tell me, I don’t know when you’ve never done it. Your first time is meant to be slow and careful.”
Her face went red with embarrassment. “Sorry, I’m not used to it.”
“Nora, you know that’s not what I meant. I’m trying to be considerate here. I don’t want your first time to be painful like that. Do you know how much restraint it took me to pull myself together?”
She shoved her hands hard against my chest. I watched her reach her hand up to hit me, and I grabbed her wrist before she could make contact. She growled, pushing against my arm, trying to still hit me. I stepped into her space, forcing her against the wall, pinning her arms above her.
“Let go!” she growled, still trying to hit me. I could feel her pushing against my hands, trying to get free.
“I’m not letting go until you calm down.”
I stared at her, realizing she was still humming with power. It was like electricity was bouncing between us. Her hands felt warm, and I could see how tense she was still.
“You do this on purpose!” she snapped. “You rejected me and told me it was all one-sided, and yet you slid your hand up my dress at the bar! That wasn’t fake, Kaleb. I’m not stupid. Kisses, I understand, but trying to get in my pants isn’t the same.”
Her hand slid free, connecting against my chest. “You make this so complicated! Is this all a joke to you? Do you enjoy playing with my feelings?”
“Of course not!” I said, trying to grab her wrist, but she was quicker.
“Then why are you doing it!”
“I’m not trying too!” I snapped back.
She shoved her hand against my chest. Her fist pounded over the same spot several times, her other hand trying to break free from my hold.
I finally caught her wrist and pulled it back up.
I stepped against her, pinning her tightly against the wall.
The wall shook, and I heard something shatter next to us.
“Let go!” she yelled, practically screaming at me now.
“Not until you calm down.”
“Let go, Kaleb. I swear to god I will kick your ass.”
“I would like to see you try,” I said, trying to hold back a smirk.
“Was it all fake?” she asked, her face falling. “Was any of it real?”
I thought of everything. All the times I knew better but couldn’t stop myself.
All the times she laughed, and it twisted me up inside.
Each kiss we shared, I knew was wrong, but I moved for more.
Even when I touched her, I knew better. I should have controlled myself, but I hadn’t.
I was the only one who kept saying it was fake, but it wasn’t. It was all real.
“No, it wasn’t all fake.”
She kissed me. Her lips crashed against mine in a frantic lock, and I found myself giving in.
I let go of her wrist and grabbed her hips, pulling her up.
She wrapped her legs around my middle as I held her against the wall.
I moved my hands down, cupping her ass as I ground against her.
I could feel my cock getting hard at the contact, wanting to just slam into her like I wanted to at the bar.
“Oh god,” she moaned as I tightened my hold on her ass. Her perfectly formed ass that I would love nothing more than to slap for being a brat. I watched to see my hand leave a mark on her skin and listen to what sounds came out.
I pulled us off the wall and walked us down the hallway.
Her legs held tightly and I kissed her roughly, listening to her moan pitch higher.
We slammed into the doorframe, where she panted for air.
I stared into her eyes, seeing nothing but want in them.
There was no worry, no confusion, no anger anymore.
I turned into my room, carrying her to the bed.
She dropped her legs, and I grabbed her hands, turning her.
I bent her over the bed and grabbed her dress, hiking it up.
I took in her perfectly formed ass and her white cotton panties.
I took in the way her back arched and her hair fell over her shoulder.
I slapped her ass hard, and she yelped, fumbling against the sheet. But I saw the way her toes curled, the way her fingers tightened on the sheets. She enjoyed what I just did. She looked over her shoulder, her hair falling with it. “That hurt,” she whispered through flushed cheeks.
“You deserved it. You want to find out what you can and can’t handle, fine.
” I slapped her ass again, watching her bite her lower lip.
I watched my hand leave her ass red. But she squeezed her thighs together, telling me just how much she liked it.
I slid my hand between her legs, finding her still soaking wet.
She moaned softly as I slid a finger into her, finding her tight.
“And for the record, this is hot. You being soaking wet for me is a huge turn-on. Not the opposite. Don’t apologize for your body doing what I want it to.”
She swallowed, her lips parted slightly. I liked this look on her, this lost and want mixture. She didn’t seem to know what to do or how to argue back.
I reached a hand up, grabbing her hair, tugging it just slightly. I leaned closer, pressing a kiss to her neck. “Do you enjoy being a brat, Nora?”
I slapped her ass again, watching my hand print form.
“I’m not a brat,” she snapped back.
I laughed. “You are the definition of a brat. Instead of just talking to me, you stormed off. You locked yourself in the bathroom and snuck out the window. Does that sound like something a normal person would do?”