Chapter 10 #3
I wait, not moving, those moments replaying over and over in my mind. But I’m upset with myself. He isn’t mine; he’s hers. And I’m not like them; I won’t hurt her.
Headlights shine into my eyes. Wincing, Kai stops next to my car, rolling his window down. I step out of mine. “Hi.” It comes out softly.
“Get in, drunkie.” He laughs at me. And that breaks the ice.
Jumping in, I ask, “Could you take me home?”
The dome light goes off. “Of course. Are you okay, though?” His voice is concerned.
Letting my head fall back onto the headrest, “I did something stupid…or should I say I didn’t stop it. Your brother,” I tell him, waiting for his judgment.
He takes off down the road. “I’m not here to judge; I’m just here to make sure you’re okay and to get you home safely.”
Tears spring into my eyes. “I don’t know what he’s trying to do. Torture me. Make me regret coming here. Punish me for leaving?”
Kai grunts.
“I would never hurt someone even though they hurt me,” I tell him honestly.
Looking over to me, he says, “You and me both.” And I know his goes deep with his brother.
Pulling up to the cottage, the place is dark. The only light is from the moon high above.
“You know, just because we're in Driftwood doesn’t mean we have to leave the lights off,” Kai reprimands me.
Laughing, “I know.” I would never do that at my apartment, but here, the only pain that can get to me is from the heart, not by someone’s hands.
“Thanks for saving me,” I tell him before getting out.
“Hey, I’m sure Bay will be calling you bright and early wanting the drama, or hell, showing up to take you to your car. I’m a man; I never bring enough information to her, and she gets mad.”
“If that isn’t the truth. Night.” I close the door.
I’m greeted by complete darkness; the house is cold and luring me to the sofa for bed.
Turning on the hallway light, I get undressed right there, forgoing clothes, only in my underwear and topless. Before falling onto the sofa.
“Shit.” I force myself back up to open the sliding glass door, then close the screen and lock it. My ears perk up hearing the sound of the waves.
Cuddled back under the blanket, I close my eyes, but my mind won’t let me pass out.
It repeats the night, starting with Cal, but ending with Bohdi.
His breath on my ear, his hand on my neck.
I squirm on the sofa, my body waking with need.
Closing my eyes, I try to force it all down, but the ache between my legs is screaming for me to combat it.
Lifting my knees, letting my legs fall apart, I lick my lips; I bring my fingers to my mouth, tongue poking out and wetting them, trailing them down my body, to my stomach and under my panties, caressing the dusting of hair I have.
All the while, Bohdi is the only thing on my mind.
His smell, his touch, his voice. For so long I haven’t seen or heard him, and now he’s invading all my senses and inking under my skin.
My fingertip glides over my clit, sending a shock through me, pulling a moan from my lips, as my other hand finds my breast, teasing my nipple.
My mind replaying how he pressed into me on the pier, his breath guiding over my ear, all too familiar, my body knowing it all too well. I’m confused, and he did this to me.
Adding pressure to my clit, I feel it swelling under my touch.
My middle finger flicks it up and down, fast. “Fuck.” I moan.
Before I roam down to my opening, feeling how wet it and my panties are.
I use my index and middle fingers, sliding in and out, arching my back.
My other hand frees my breast and finds my clit, playing with it.
The moans erupting from me are loud and full of need.
The need to come and maybe the need for Bohdi.
Flashbacks of Bohdi and I flash through my head, the way he’d lick me, never satiated, always starving for the taste of my pussy.
My fingers work faster; my panties get in the way.
Hurriedly yanking them off, my hands are back where they want to be.
I fuck myself hard and fast, my finger applying pressure to my clit.
“Bohdi,” I moan out loudly, the name doing something to me as I repeat it over and over, my ass coming off the sofa, feeling my orgasm come to the surface, and all at once, warmth surrounds me.
My toes curl, and my pussy pulses around my fingers.
I slowly rub my clit, the feeling shooting through me, making me jerk until I can’t handle it anymore.
Closing my legs together, holding my own hands hostage, my head falls to the side, and I see a dark mass jump from the sliding glass door.
Yanking my hands out from between my legs, I tentatively stand, wrapping the quilt around me, tiptoeing to the screen.
Hitting the light switch, but I see nothing out there.
“You’re out here alone,” I say to make myself feel better. But I still close the sliding door, locking it and double-checking the front door lock.
The waves didn’t lull me to sleep; the comedown of the climax did.