Chapter 10
TEN
Kyle
Zara has to be one of the weirdest women I have ever dated. The only difference here is that we’re not dating. Also to note, she is not exactly my type.
While my brain can look at this from a purely objective perspective, my cock refuses to cooperate. It knows what it wants, and it apparently wants Zara Bray.
The butterfly kisses she places on my lips make me feel like I am back in middle school. Back then, I would’ve killed for a girl to kiss me like this. I would’ve most likely come in my pants, too.
But now, I need more, especially from Zara, who I would’ve never in my life pegged as someone I’d want to make out with.
I realize with a start that as I am giving it my all, she just stares at me.
Her mouth is barely open while her eyes are wide and unblinking.
Not sure if it should freak me out or not.
Up until now, I thought she was just a bit odd.
But this move with her eyes is putting her into the psycho category.
Maybe it’s me who is the problem? Is she not into the kiss?
I almost roll my eyes to myself at that. She is not into it because this doesn’t qualify as such.
“Open for me, baby,” I whisper against her shiny lips.
Like the good girl she portrays to the world, she responds immediately, her mouth opening more. Electroshocks go through me from the tip of my lips and down to my cock. She tastes amazing, and I need so much more.
Not caring that we are in such a public space, I bring my hands up to her face and press my thumbs to each side of her jaw. Out of reflex, I want to squeeze harder so that she’s not able to get away from me.
“Wider,” I groan, my tongue licking at her lips a lot gentler than I’d like to.
Her hands latch onto my forearms, her fingernails digging into my skin. I’m pretty sure she is about to draw blood, and it turns me on like never before.
“Yes…” She moans, but I haven’t even done anything yet. Time to up my game.
Without taking my mouth off hers, I angle her body until she is pushed against the car. My tongue dives into her mouth, and my taste buds are instantly flooded with her taste.
“Fuck…”
My hands are now clenched into her hair, to the point where I can’t control how hard I’m pulling. Her taste is the sweetest I have ever encountered. I don’t want it to end.
Pressing my hips into her, I push her harder into the car, willing her without words to hop up and wrap her legs around my waist. The more I kiss her, the more I want to take her home with me.
“Kiss me back!”
It sounds more like a command rather than a request when I say that to her, because I suddenly realized that all this passion is one sided. There is no way that she’s not feeling it. I refuse to accept it.
My breathing is out of control as I wait for her to do something, anything. There is complete lack of oxygen to my brain, to the point where I almost miss the first tentative push of her tongue inside my mouth. It’s as if she’s not sure of what to do with it.
“Yes!” I let out an encouraging groan, hoping that will help her out. Instead, she completely freezes on me. With her tongue still in my mouth.
I’ve never been this confused in my entire life, so I pull my head back. That leaves Zara with her tongue still out. Her eyes are squeezed tightly, and she looks kinda… scared.
“Babe, what are you doing?”
She jumps in place so aggressively that I feel bad for saying anything. Under normal circumstances, I’d be laughing my head off at the situation, but it’s beyond obvious that these are not normal circumstances.
“Oh my God!” She presses a hand to her chest. “This is the most embarrassing experience of my life!”
She turns around, ready to get in the car. When she rushes to get in the driver seat, there’s a loud thump.
“Ow,” she cries out.
I drop to my hunches next to the open door. “Are you okay?”
“I don’t know,” she cries out. At least I think that’s what she says. Before long, she drops her head against the wheel, leaving me to just stare at the side of her.
“Zara.”
I touch her shoulder gently but pull back when she gets startled by it.
“Seriously, you’re freaking me out here,” I tell her. “Tell me you’re okay.”
“I’m okay,” she mumbles from against the steering wheel. “Just horribly embarrassed.”
“It’s okay,” I assure her. “The kiss wasn’t that bad…”
“The kiss?” she squeals and turns her head to look at me. “I wasn’t talking about the kiss!"
My eyebrows go up in surprise, not only at her tone but also the red mark in the middle of her forehead.
“What the hell is that?” I point at her.
Her eyes move up like she can actually see her own forehead. “I hit my head on the car.”
I couldn’t be more surprised if I tried. “That thump did that ?”
At first, she looks like she might want to hide her face again, but then she changes her mind. So instead, she sits up straight and pulls her shoulders back. She puts her nose up in the air and looks me straight in the eyes.
“Yes, Kyle. I hit my head against the car, which in turn caused me to have a mark on the forehead. It is common sense to know that when you hit a body part against a harder surface, it will live a mark.”
I try to hold back the laughter I feel bubbling in my chest, but it literally hurts. It starts as a snort, and I swear I think I spit out a little, but then I fall against the car and somehow end up on my ass while I continue laughing. I lean back against her door as I try to catch my breath.
“You are fucking funny,” I manage to say to her in between gasps of air. I really want to stop laughing, but every time I look up and see her judgmental look combined with the red mark on her head, I can’t deal.
“It’s obvious that you get amused by simple things, which is a good thing that you and I are not in any serious relationship.”
The snootiness in her tone about takes me out completely.
“I would prefer that you didn’t act this immature when around my brother and his friends,” she continues. “I’d like for them to believe we met and started dating, and that we are in the beginning stages of a relationship that’s growing organically.”
I wipe the tears of laughter from my face and remain down on the ground, with my elbows now resting on my knees.
“Zara…” My voice comes out low and grumbly. “I really like you, girl, and there is no way that they’re not going to believe I’m attracted to you. Because I am.”
She looks down her nose at me, hands still on the steering wheel. A weaker man would take off running, but my cock is too invested in this, so there will be no running from me.
“It would also be nice if they believed that I was attracted to you as well, Kyle. Which is not happening at the moment.”
Okay, that kills all my amusement. “Are you saying you’re not attracted to me?” I sound as offended as I feel.
She shrugs like it’s no big deal. “Not everyone of the opposite sex will find you attractive, Kyle.”
I come up on my knees so that I am closer to her. It also brings my face closer to hers, allowing me to stare right into her eyes.
“That’s a given, Zara,” I tell her. “Some of the opposite sex are attracted to their own sex, and I don’t blame them. I personally think all women are beautiful.”
She lifts an eyebrow like she doesn’t believe me. She opens and closes her mouth a couple of times. She needs a good comeback, and she doesn’t have it.
“You’re really not into kissing, huh?” I tease her.
The way she blushes and looks away makes me want to kiss her some more.
“Maybe it’s because it was you who did the kissing,” she snaps at me.
“Ha!” I stare at her in disbelief. “I am a great kisser, and I know that from multiple sources.”
She rolls her eyes at me. “I believe the multiple sources part.”
“Why, Zara,” I press a hand to my chest. “You can’t be jealous already of all the women that came before you.” I lean over and touch her leg. “You’re the only one for me right now, baby.”
The disgust on her face makes me laugh again. She really can’t take a joke if her life depended on it. I also have a suspicion that she doesn’t have a ton of experience with guys. If I were to guess, I’d say she had two boyfriends in her lifetime, tops.
“You are gross,” she informs me in a haughty tone. “Advertising what a player you are won’t make me like you more. In fact, I would suggest you didn’t brag about that kind of stuff to your future serious girlfriend.”
I shrug. “But I already have, so we’re past that.”
“Already have what?” She squints her eyes at me when she asks.
“I have already bragged to my future serious girlfriend about my past conquests.”
I chuckle internally at the big words I’m using. This girl brings it out of me, I guess.
“Oh my God!” Her mouth drops open. “You have a serious girlfriend but look online for a date for this wedding you’re supposed to go to?
What kind of person are you?” She looks away, like she can’t look at me anymore.
“This is the reason why I hate meeting new people,” she mumbles, most likely to herself, but I’m not deaf, so I can hear her. “They are all the same, all of them.”
The disdain in her voice makes me feel bad about teasing her like this, and I start brainstorming on how I can save the situation. I really like her, and I want her to come to Ray’s wedding with me.
“Hey!” I stretch my arm and wrap my hand around her nape. “Look at me.”
She is extremely stubborn, I must say, especially when she refuses to turn her head to look at me. I can feel the tension in her neck when I try to turn her head my way.
“Zara, please look at me,” I beg.
I have no idea what does it, but she relaxes some and finally turns her head. Her face is still flushed with anger, and her eyes look glassy, like she is about to cry.
“I don’t have a serious girlfriend,” I tell her. “In fact, I don’t have a girlfriend at all,” I confess. “That’s the reason why I was on this app, I promise.”
She doesn’t say anything, but those tears she was holding back before are not wetting the corners of her eyes.
“You don’t owe me any explanation,” she murmurs.
“I really don’t,” I agree. “But I do like you a lot, and I don’t want you to think badly of me.”
The tears are now running freely down the sides of her face. I hate the sadness I see there and the only way I can think of to make it feel better is to kiss her.
With that thought in mind, I come up a little higher while gently pulling on her neck until are mouths are close enough to touch. She is once again staring at me with wide eyes that look clearer somehow with the water in them.
I press my lips gently on hers, expecting her to once again act like a robot, but I am surprised when she opens her mouth, her tongue licking at mine.
Taking advantage of the situation, I suck it in, then massage it with my own tongue, going back and forth like that, ready to take this to whatever level she allows.
When she turns more into her seat and sticks her hands into my hair, I let out a moan, sucking harder on her tongue, wishing like hell that we were in a different location.
“Yes, baby,” I groan, pleasure invading my entire body when I push my tongue into her mouth and she starts doing to me the same thing I was doing to her.
I lose track of time and where we are. All I can think of is that I want Zara in my bed in the worst of ways. Right now. Right here.
“Hey, there are kids around,” someone calls out.
I hear it, but I can’t focus enough to understand what it means, my focus solely on Zara and the way she’s finally let go, kissing me like she means it.
“Get a room!”
This time, I feel Zara freezing in my arms. With her hands still in my hair, she pushes at my head. That only spurs me on, and I suck on her tongue harder.
“Ow!” I pull back when she yanks at my hair so hard, I wonder if she pulled it out by the root.
“People are calling for us to stop,” she whisper yells at me, fingers still clenched in my hair. “We could get arrested for indecent exposure!”
My eyes widen in surprise, and I start patting at my chest and legs. Then I run my eyes over the length of her body, or at least what I can see of it since I can’t move my head much.
“We’re still dressed,” I tell her.
She shakes her head in confusion. “What?”
“We got clothes on,” I explain. “There’s no exposure, indecent or otherwise.”
Her eyes get bigger yet. “There is otherwise exposure when we’re making out in the parking lot of a public space!”
“Oh…” I move my eyes back and forth, unsure of what else to say. “Well, let’s take it somewhere where there’s only exposure to us,” I suggest.
“What?”
She pushes at my head and lets go, only causing me to fall back on my ass in the opening of her car door. I look up in confusion. Why would she be so angry? I thought I’d come up with a good solution to our problem.
“You…” She points a trembling finger at me. “You…” She’s having a hard time finding her words. “You are a dog,” she yells.
I decide to take that as a compliment, so I give her a wink and smile, waiting for her to invite me over to her place.
“Ugh, move!” She grabs onto the handle to her door, ready to yank it closed.
“Wait, what did I even do?” I stand up but don’t move away so she could close the car door.
She snaps her eyes at me, and they look wild. I am mesmerized. I want to see her like this when we’re in a bed and…
“You are unbelievable,” she yells at me. “And you have no awareness of your surroundings.” She throws her arms up, hitting her right hand on the roof of the car.
“Are you okay?” I take a step forward to look at her hand.
“I’m fine, and I am out of here.”
This time, she pushes at my middle, and I move away of my own free will. She slams the door closed and starts the engine.
“Hey!”
I knock on her window. Surprisingly, she rolls it down, staring daggers at me.
“Are we still on for the wedding and your party?”
For a second, I am convinced that she’ll say no. She just has that look on her face.
“Yes, still on,” she snaps.
I am taken by surprise, and now I don’t have a good comeback.
“We should…” I pause to think. “We should get together beforehand to hammer out the details.”
“What details?” she snaps again. “There are details?”
“Yes!” I cling on to that. “Lots of details.”
“Fine.” She turns her face away, staring through the windshield. “Call me then.”
“I don’t have your number.” Thank God my brain still works. “Just the Holidates thing.”
She lets go of the wheel and grabs her handbag that’s sitting on the passenger side. She opens it with a very aggressive move, then looks through a side pocket. She gets something out that she then slaps in my hand.
“Here you go. Call me.”
She doesn’t give me a chance to say anything more before taking off, leaving me staring after her in the parking lot at the restaurant. I look at what she put in my hand, a grin splitting my face when I see it’s a business card with all her contact information.
“Oh, I’m so gonna call, babe.”