Chapter Thirteen #2
“I may have had a little drink or two before I came out.”
“Kalen, I know we didn’t set a solid time for this date, but even I know you were hours late.”
“I needed Dutch courage to take you out,” he protests.
“Bullshit. Tell me the truth or I’m going.”
“Okay, fine! If you must know, I wasn’t exactly subtle in the dining hall earlier…”
“When are you ever,” I chuckle. I open my mouth as Kalen feeds me some pancake with strawberry.
“Well, word of our date got back to my brothers… they paid me a little visit.”
“And?” I say, forcing down the mouthful that I hadn’t finished chewing as dread claws its way up my spine.
“They told me - though that’s putting it politely - that I needed to choose. Them or you.”
“What did you do?” I whisper. Because I know who he chose. He’s here, isn’t he?
“I told them there was no contest. It’s them.
Always would be.” Confusion, hurt and disappointment stab through me.
“Bros before hoes and all that. So they dragged me out to celebrate. I think they planned to make sure I was too wasted to try to sneak back to you.” He grins proudly before his face falls and darkens.
“They always underestimate me. They all do.”
“But you were wasted,” I point out.
“Never too wasted to find you, sis,” he says, and damn it sounds like a promise that makes my heart soar.
“Eat up,” I instruct, struggling to hide my smile. “You’ve got coffee to finish before I make a start on your coke float,” I threaten with a smile.
We fall into an easy silence, picking food from each other’s plates and feeding each other tidbits. It’s honestly the most relaxed and happy I’ve felt in a long time. The easy camaraderie between us reminds me of Smalls back home.
Eventually we get to talking about our lives, our upbringings and our families. Before it all gets too heavy though, Kalen changes the subject and declares it’s time for a language lesson. He wants to teach me British slang and swear words and insists that I teach him Australian.
We probably spend another hour messing around, calling each other ‘dickweasle’ (my favourite, I’m going to have to start using that) and ‘fuckstick’, which Kalen declares is his favourite word in the world and plans to use it on everyone as soon as he gets back to school.
As expected, once Kalen sobers up, he changes.
He’s embarrassed and unwilling to talk about anything serious, but he keeps me laughing until the server who’s been glaring at us for hours, stomps over and demands that we leave.
Kalen pays the check, kisses her on the cheek and slips a fifty into her apron pocket.
She blinks in astonishment, shakes her head and almost cracks a smile.
Joke’s on her; Kalen’s made a right mess spilling his float on the window and it’s going to be a bitch to clean.
The ride back to school is uneventful and I manage to chain the bike up and put the helmet back where I found it. For a second I think it moved from where I left it, but I quickly dismiss the thought. Kalen probably knocked it when he was climbing off.
“Come on,” Kalen grins, grabbing my hand and taking off at speed through the trees.
“Kalen, wait! Where are we going?”
“I know a place! You’re going to love it!”
“Kalen, we start school in a couple of hours, we should get some sleep.” Doing this on a school night was such a bad idea.
Shit how much coffee did he drink? I suddenly remember Sawyer telling me that Kalen has ADHD and I want to kill myself for being so stupid!
Shit, is he going to be okay? Suddenly I’m too scared to leave him alone, and so I stop trying to fight him and let him tug me wherever he wants.
He grins at me over his shoulder when he feels my resistance crumble.
He leads me to a clearing through the trees that opens up around a vast lake. The early morning sunlight glimmers on the water and it is beautiful. That is, until Kalen starts to strip off. Then two things distract me: his body and the fact that he’s crazy!
“Kalen, what the hell are you doing?”
“Swimming!” He grins at me. He’s stripped down to his boxers already and it’s freezing. Not that it, you know, affects him at all. I blink and he’s naked. Beautiful, athletic and -
“You’re stark bollock naked,” I gasp, trying out some of the new British slang he taught me. He howls with laughter - must be my accent - and climbs up onto the wooden post on the end of the lake’s small jetty.
“Join me.”
“What?”
“Last one in the water’s a rotten egg!” he cries, before diving gracefully into the lake so smoothly he barely creates a ripple. Ugh, swim team show off!
I debate joining him but it really is freezing. Why does wild shit never involve fluffy socks and cute oversized jumpers? Can I take a rain-check on getting naked al fresco until it’s summer?
“Amelie, get in!” he orders me when he pops up halfway across the lake. Whoa, he’s got some lungs on him. Naughty thoughts about how useful it can be to hold your breath for long periods of time, pop into my mind.
“No way! It’s freezing!” I call back, shaking my head to clear it of images of Kalen between my thighs.
“It’s invigorating, refreshing, stimulating!” he laughs, splashing.
“Ugh, please don’t say that word to me.” I pull a face and he laughs again.
“What? Stimulating? I find you very...stimulating, Amelie,” he says, starting to swim back to the shore.
“Stop it!”
“I’ll stop if you come in,” he teases in a sing-song voice.
“No way.”
“Looks like I’ll have to come and get you myself then,” he warns. Or is it threatens?
“You wouldn’t dare!” I shriek.
He grins evilly at me, full of mischievous intent. Fuck, I’ve done it again; gone and issued a challenge he’s incapable of backing down from.
He’s reached the jetty and is pulling himself up out of the water with ease.
In clothes, Kalen looks quite slender, despite his tall frame.
He’s definitely on the leaner side. But in reality he is built.
He must hide a lot under his favourite jeans and t-shirt combo, because his muscles ripple as he moves.
I stare and fail to notice him stalking towards me with the grace of a predator.
“Kalen-” I warn, shaking my head and starting to slowly back away from him.
He grins wider.
“Game on, little sis.”
At his words, I run. I spin and bolt like my life depends on it.
But Kalen is as fast out of the water as he is in it.
Fuck. He chases me and dives, grabbing my knees and sending me sprawling hard to the ground under a tree.
I roll and he lands on top of me, pressing his body against every inch of mine to soak me, and shaking his long dark hair like a wet dog.
“Ew, Kalen! Stop!” I laugh. “I’m drenched through!”
“Oh no, we’d better get you out of these wet things before you catch a cold.
” He grins down at me but this time it’s not playful.
There’s a searing heat to his gaze and our lips clash as we come together violently.
And then we’re making out, and it’s unlike anything I would ever have expected from Kalen.
Yeah, we’ve kissed a bit before, but nothing like this.
“Fuck,” I groan as Kalen breaks away from me.
“Let’s,” he teases. I don’t say no, just pull him back down so that his lips once again meet mine. We devour each other like we’re starved for human contact, and let’s face it, I am. But that’s not why I’m kissing him. Not at all.
I don’t hesitate to sit up when Kalen tugs at my beat-up old leather jacket.
I allow him to peel it off. He sits back and stares intently at me as I cross my arms and grasp the hem of my shirt, pulling it up over my head and discarding it on the grass.
I sit before him in just my bra and when he stares, open mouthed, I feel like a goddamn goddess.
“Wow, you’re beautiful,” he says awe-struck.
“I’m beautiful once you see my breasts?” I tease.
“They’re pretty impressive knockers, a lovely pair of jugs, great melons-”
“Stop! Now!” I laugh.
“You’re still wearing too many clothes.” He grins at me. It’s a challenge, but also an olive branch. He’s giving me an out; an opportunity to put the brakes on and end this.
I flick the button on my black jeans and lower the zip.
“You just gonna sit there, or are you gonna help a girl out?” I demand.
Kalen immediately comes to my rescue, but it isn’t sexy like in the movies. Removing skintight, wet skinny jeans is hell. I wriggle whilst Kalen tugs and pulls, eventually freeing my legs and sending Kalen flying backwards. I collapse back in an exhausted fit of giggles.
“Will you wear more goddamn skirts?” Kalen grumbles, coming back over to me.
“You see me in a school skirt plenty,” I remind him.
“Yeah but I can’t do this in school,” he says, crawling between my legs.
“Besides, you don’t wear it to school the way you wore it on your birthday.
” He winks at me and I know he’s referring to how I slutted it up.
Does he know that was for the shock factor when facing Sawyer?
“Maybe you could wear it like that for me again sometime.”
I don’t have to reply though because Kalen’s head descends between my legs and he shows me just how talented swimmers can be with their breathing skills.
He’s toe-curlingly good. Playful enough to keep me on the edge of the abyss, but generous enough to take me over the ledge again and again. Is death by orgasms a valid cause of death? What a way to go.
I feel like I should return the favour, but Kalen seems to be having the time of his life. I pull him up to meet me and kiss him deeply to thank him.
“You taste fucking amazing,” he tells me. “You’re beautiful when you come.” I’m pretty sure he’s lying, but I don’t contradict his compliment. He’s really quite sweet. “Shall I stop?” he asks, biting his lip adorably.
“Get the fuck in me, now!” I practically scream.
“Don’t have to tell me twice!” he grins. “Condom?”
“In my bag,” I groan, impatient.
“Bag?”
“Over there.” I wave my hand vaguely in the direction of the jetty. He races off and I hear him chucking my shit everywhere in a mad attempt to find the rubber.
“Got it!” he crows triumphantly.
“Great. I’ll get you a fucking medal!”
He hastens back to me, ripping the foil open en route and trying to roll it on to his erection whilst running. He trips and falls, and my frustration is broken up by laughter.
“Smooth,” I snigger.
“Laugh it up,” he tells me. “Cause in a minute you’re going to be screaming.”
“Oh baby, oh baby,” I drawl sarcastically as he settles back between my legs. His eyes say challenge accepted and he lines himself up at my entrance.
He enters in one smooth stroke, and I do cry out. Fuck! How the hell did I forget how huge he is?
“Asshole. Monster. Cock,” I grind out between clenched teeth, but really, I love it. He knows it too because he wastes no time picking up the pace.
Kalen fucks like he does everything else in life: to his own tune.
Playfully, frustratingly, maddeningly good.
He’s such an asshole, he works my body like a goddamn pro and makes it sing.
I fucking hate it and love it in equal measures.
It feels like a battle of wills, neither of us wanting to give in and come first.
“Give it up, sis,” he whispers in my ear. “I can go all night.”
“Not your sister,” I grind out through my clenched jaw.
Before this, I would have assumed it was just a cocky brag, but now I know it’s a promise.
I’m going to have to give in. I’m tired and cold and he’s teasing me right on the edge.
If I ever want this to be over so I can get some goddamn rest before school starts, I need to submit to him.
I grit my teeth and tilt my hips slightly to change the angle, raking my nails down his back as I do.
And just like that, I’m coming under a tree in the dawn… And yes, he does make me scream. Bastard.