UNLoved: a bay falls high novel, page 21
Then he looked at his hands.
“I better go clean myself up, girl,” he said. “I don’t want you to get too dirty.”
“Whatever you want to do, Kip,” I said.
“I’m going to grab a quick shower. Care to join?”
“I’ll wait right here for you,” I said. “You better hurry. If I start on my own I’ll have to have someone else finish it.”
“Using my own text against me,” he said. “You’re wild.”
“You haven’t seen wild yet,” I said.
“Is that so?” he asked.
I shrugged my shoulders. “I guess you’ll find out.”
Kip grinned.
And then his eyes seemed to change. Which was impossible. But there was that look on his face. That deep and intense look. The one that hinted to me that he loved me. Which wasn’t possible.
He didn’t love me.
He didn’t love anyone.
He was excited. And not just because of kissing and touching me.
He was excited because he thought he was going to have something to throw in Pres and Barr’s faces. And whatever amount they had bet together, he would get.
Only until I ruined it all…
I smirked and stepped forward. “Fuck it, Kip.”
“Fuck it?” he asked.
I slowly reached for his chest.
When my fingertips grazed his hard skin, I closed my eyes for a second.
There couldn’t be any feelings.
Or, if there were, they were fake. Completely and totally fake.
I stripped my feelings away the same way I wanted Kip to strip me.
I put my hands flat to his chest.
I looked into his eyes.
“Don’t shower,” I whispered. “Why bother?”
“I always figured you to be dirty, girl,” he said with a wink.
I slid my hands up to his neck and then to his face. As I cupped his face, my heart raced faster, but I stayed steady, leaning forward, kissing his chest.
He smelled so good.
Just like the beach… but with a mix of sweat and violence.
There was no way I was going to be mad at myself for liking it either.
This was wild and hot.
And I wanted it.
I needed it.
Kip grabbed my hands and peeled them from his face. He interlocked his fingers to mine and squeezed tight. The burning look in his eyes made all those feelings start to bubble again.
I opened my mouth to ask him why he looked at me the way he did but I stopped myself.
Kip put his forehead to mine.
He then stepped at me, making me step back.
He laughed.
I smiled.
“Keep going, girl,” he whispered.
Kip walked me to the bed with his forehead to mine, our fingers interlocked.
There was a sense of fun and innocence to him.
It made it easy to fall into him.
When I got to the edge of the bed, Kip gave a playful nudge with his head and I fell down to the bed. He moved with me, his hands still holding mine.
He lowered his mouth down to mine for a kiss that could have shaken the ground and reduced his mansion to rubble.
Powerful and commanding, trying to guide the wicked kiss, but I knew how to kiss right back. Maybe I was giving myself away a little but I couldn’t help it. I matched every move he made with his tongue until he pulled away and went for my neck again. I turned my head and let out a long breath. I stared at his hand holding mine. I felt the tip of his tongue caressing and gently tickling my neck as he kissed again and again.
I saw his knuckles.
The crusted blood.
A stark reminder that this blonde hair blue eyed surfer boy was dangerous.
Very dangerous.
As though I was giving my good conscious the middle finger, I wrapped my legs around Kip and pulled at him.
His lips traveled to my throat and I put my head back.
His hands finally moved from my hands.
That allowed me to slap his back. Literally.
He pushed his body harder against me.
I didn’t need any more of a hint or proof that he was ready.
Kip put his hands flat to the bed and pushed himself up.
He looked down my body and back up.
Without saying a word, I took my hands from his body and grabbed the bottom of my shirt. As I lifted it up, he inched down and kissed my belly.
I let out a whimper and bit my lip.
“Kip…”
My heart raced and ached and wanted more but wanted the truth and everything else lingering in the room.
“Oh, Kip… oh, baby, Kip…”
I jumped up to my elbows and turned my head.
Barr stood in the doorway, a lit cigarette between his lips.
Right behind him… Pres.
* * *
I jumped back on the bed and kicked Kip away.
He was on his knees, now looking pissed off.
“What the fuck is this about?” Kip snapped.
“We have business to discuss,” Barr said.
“The fuck we do,” Kip said. “Get out. Now.”
“Not sure about that,” Pres said.
He stepped into the room and walked right to the edge of the bed.
His eyes were so beautifully dark and evil.
“You think I’m stupid, sugar?” he asked.
“No,” I said. “Are you jealous because I picked Kip?”
Pres grinned. “Not even fucking close.”
Barr stepped up next to Pres.
Kip climbed to his feet, his hands balled into tights fists. “You better start talking, assholes. I’m hard as a rock and you two are fucking up my moment.”
“There is no moment here,” Barr said. “There never was going to be a moment here.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked. “Last time I checked, my lips taste like Kip’s.”
“She knows about our little bet, Kip,” Pres said, his eyes still locked to mine.
My face dropped. Along with my heart and my stomach.
“What?” Kip asked.
“Don’t play stupid,” Barr said to Kip. “It’s all in the open now. No more fake playing, right? She knows our game. How much fun we had. At least until now.”
“Oh, we’re still having fun,” Pres said.
“Who told you…,” I said. “I mean… a bet… I…”
I couldn’t find the words.
I couldn’t even breathe, even though the bedroom was so big.
My eyes looked to Kip.
“Doesn’t bother me,” he said. “She knew. She picked. I’m good with it.”
Barr took a deep drag of his cigarette. “Yeah. We’re all good with it. Except there’s only one problem here.”
“Which is what?” Kip asked.
“She’s been playing her own game too,” Pres said. “Right, sugar?”
“And what game is that?” I asked.
Pres put his hands to the bed and inched forward until he touched my legs.
“You’re not so innocent after all,” he said.
“Is that true?” Kip asked.
I swallowed hard and nodded. “It’s true. Whatever you all thought was wrong. You wasted your time on nothing. So fuck you.”
“Oh, that’s where you’re wrong, love,” Barr said. His honey gold eyes melted through. “So very wrong.”
“Wait,” Kip said. “She’s not…?”
Barr elbowed Kip.
Pres walked around the bed to get closer to me.
His right hand touched my chin.
“No more fake, Pres,” I said to him. “I know everything about you three. And now you know everything about me. So now you can leave me alone for good.”
Pres laughed. He lowered his mouth to maybe an inch from mine.
“You’re wrong, sugar… this thing… is far from over between all of us.”
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UNTamed
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I just might actually miss you, girl. Damn.
I dug my toes into the sand and hugged myself. The breeze was cold. Not like winter cold but chilly cold. Even in my favorite hoodie, I was still shivering from the outside in. My legs felt like icicles. Just like the layer of thick ice around my heart.
Cliche, Ti.
Kip’s words played through my head.
I had set them all up and while things didn’t go exactly to plan, my plan happened. They thought they were going to mess with me and I was the one who messed back. Harder, too. And I got to them.
The look in their eyes, that look of shock and disappointment. Maybe even some sadness too.
But that was a coin with two different sides.
Their interest was solely based on the rumor that I had been an untouched, good girl. (Which I still needed to really dig into, by the way.) So all the sweet words and casual moves and stolen kisses… were all bullshit.
Which I knew. That wasn’t a surprise to me at all.
The surprise was how dirty I felt.
Not the dirty, poor girl with the junkie mother.
No.
That title went out in the waves a while ago.
Now it was just dirty.
Dirty.
Meaning my appeal was gone because I had given myself to someone else. Not that it was anyone’s busy who, why, where, or how many times… or how many people I gave myself to.
As though I did something wrong.
Even though it was well known around BFH that the Rulz slapped their friends wherever they felt like it.
I hated them.
Pres. Barr. Kip.
All three.
On top of that, I had gotten into trouble at BFH once again.
Blair and Vicky played their rich girl cards and everyone came to the agreement to just stay away from each other. That was the only way Jacobson could keep everyone happy. Including Claire. It was agreed upon that I would take a long weekend from BFH so I could regroup and calm down. Because it was obvious tensions were high.
Everyone could take their tension and shove it up their ass.
Tension?
I shook my head.
Yeah, it was my fault for messing with the Rulz.
But then to find out Claire knew my father all along, had him working for her, and then to top it off, the Rulz beat my father up thinking he was some creepy guy looking at me weird… it was a disaster.
More than a disaster.
I phoned buzzed in my back pocket.
Another text from Gi.
Bitch you need to call me! Need to kno ur ok
I tucked my phone away without replying.
Gi had been driving me crazy with texts.
It got bad enough that Iris texted me too.
They were really worried about me. Which I appreciated. But they were best friends. True best friends. Like what Ruby and I used to be. They would always each others back first. Before anything and anyone else. I would always be the third in line. The afterthought. If we got into a car accident and Gi could save one of us, she’d instinctively grab Iris. And the same for Iris to Gi.
That was no fault to either.
It was just ingrained in them.
And that was okay.
Everything was okay.
Even though it wasn’t.
The cold breeze pushed at me some more as I swallowed a breath, tasting the salty air.
I slowly turned my head and looked at Claire’s house.
The giant house full of truths. But not secrets. Nothing was hiding. It was all in the open, it just needed to be found. Kind of like the rest of BFH. Everything just waiting to be found.
I told myself I was done exploring.
No more digging.
Time to retire the shovel and do what was right.
What should been done a long time ago.
It was time to leave this place for good.
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