Playing Patience

Twenty-Two



Patience



It had been two weeks since I last saw Zeke and I was miserable. The sick part was I honestly had nothing to be upset with him about. Technically, he hadn’t done anything wrong, but I couldn’t bring myself to talk to him. I was hurt and my world was slowly crumbling in on me.

My mom was dying, my father wasn’t my father, and the one person in the world that made everything feel better had hurt me worse than I’d ever been hurt. Life was looking pretty bleak, but instead of falling apart, I kept myself together, smiled on the outside, and went through my days like I had before. School, practice, and games—they’re what got me through. I played harder than I ever had before and kicked so much ass on the field that my teammates were starting to call me the beast.

I quit reading his text messages and even started ignoring Megan. I was in a bad place and had no one to help me out.

When I wasn’t at school or doing soccer stuff, I was with Mom. She was still occasionally having a good day here or there, but it wasn’t looking good.

Finally, after weeks of lying low, Megan showed up at my house.

“What the hell is up with you? I haven’t heard from you much in weeks and Zeke won’t leave me the hell alone,” she said as she flopped on my bed.

“Nothing. I’ve just been busy with school and stuff. Plus, my mom’s not doing very well.”

She changed her attitude quickly and just like that she got over me being absent from her life. I loved that about Megan. She was so forgiving and understanding.

“So what’s the deal with you and Zeke?” She grabbed a bottle of my fingernail polish from my dresser and started painting her nails.

“Nothing. We were friends and now we’re not.”

I didn’t want to talk about it and I was hoping she’d drop it. Yeah right.

“He’s a mess, Pay. You should talk to him. He says you won’t answer his texts or phone calls. What did he do?”

“He didn’t do anything. I just have too much going on in my life right now to worry about guys. Especially one like Zeke.”

She left an hour later with a promise that I’d go to The Pit with her the following Saturday night. When Saturday finally came, I went to her house and got dressed. My dad had still been lying low, but I didn’t want to walk out of the house with tight clothes and makeup on, just in case he changed his mind about not messing with me.

“Make me as sexy as you possibly can,” I said as Megan did my hair.

“Are you sure?” she asked.

“Absolutely.”

I left Megan’s house in a tight denim miniskirt, six-inch heels, and a halter-top that left nothing to the imagination. I felt like a naughty sex kitten and I meant to play the part right in Zeke’s face for the entire night. I wasn’t usually a revengeful person, but I wanted him to feel what I felt when I walked in his room and found him with her.

When we finally made it to The Pit, I didn’t feel my usual discomfort, which was weird considering what I was wearing. I’d gotten used to the place and the people. We went straight to the bar and ordered drinks and then we made our way to the stage.

Finn was belting out a Three Days Grace song and the crowd was eating it up. The minute my eyes landed on Zeke, I felt warm all over. Seeing him so close made me realize how much I missed him. I watched his fingers move across his guitar and I felt joy when I saw he was playing the guitar I’d given him.

He looked up from playing and scanned the crowd with the angry glare I’d come to love. At first, his eyes scanned right over me, but I knew the moment he realized I was in the crowd. Zeke never gave anything away, but I knew he’d seen me.

I drank, danced, and had a blast with Megan. The entire time, I could feel his eyes on me and I loved it. I could feel his gaze crawl across my flesh and it was turning me on. It was the weirdest thing, but I was definitely getting turned on.

I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or if I was really losing myself after being torn apart the last few weeks, but something gave me a brave streak. A guy I didn’t know came up to me and started dancing behind me and I let him. I was a little disgusted by him, but I knew Zeke was watching so I got into it like I was really enjoying myself.

After that, I flirted openly with three different guys. I was totally bored with it, but there was a lot of smiling and looking up through my lashes. I pretty much just mimicked every girl in the room. I knew my cleavage was out too much and I was aware that every time I lifted my arms most of my stomach was exposed, but I didn’t care. I made sure all those parts were available for his eyes. I brought my arms over my head and then ran them down over my breasts and abs.

I looked up at him and he glared down at me. I couldn’t tell if I was pissing him off or turning him on. I was fine with either. I picked up my bottle, looked up at him, and licked my lips before placing the bottle against my mouth. Still, his expression didn’t change.

“Girl! You are so bad!” Megan shouted next to me.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I grinned.

“Oh, you know what you’re doing. I just hope you can handle the wrath of Zeke when he lets loose on your ass.” She laughed.

“Please, he better hope he can handle me.”

I was definitely drunk. There was no doubt about that.

The after party was at Finn’s house and I went along with Megan. Once I was there, someone handed me a red cup of beer. Instead of going to the corner and sipping my drink like I usually would, I was in the middle of everything. I talked to people and flirted with guys. I could feel someone watching me the entire time and I knew it was him.

A guy I’d never seen before started talking to me and I was sure to smile back at him and flirt with my eyes. He was shorter than Zeke and much smaller. With light hair and light eyes, he openly checked me out and licked his lips, and I played right along.

“What’s your name?” he asked as he looked down my shirt.

“Patience.”

“Pretty name for a pretty girl.” He grinned.

“Thank you.”

It wasn’t long until I’d moved on and was talking to someone else. Originally, it started out as a way to get under Zeke’s skin the way he’d gotten under mine, but after getting a lot of attention, I was starting to enjoy it.

I looked around the room for Megan, and she was nowhere to be found. I walked through the garage, checking every corner and still she was nowhere. I walked inside and headed toward the bathroom. When a girl goes missing, that’s usually the best place to look. I was halfway down the hallway when I felt someone against my back. I turned around and Zeke was there looking down at me with an angry red face and pinched lips.

“Come with me,” he said as he opened a door and pulled me inside.

It was a simple guy’s room, but the décor let me know I was standing in Finn’s bedroom. A queen-sized bed covered in red bedding was in the middle of the room. A single dresser with a mirror was pushed up against the wall and covered in junk. There were clothes everywhere; the floor was barely visible.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” he asked as he stalked closer to me.

I could hear the anger in his voice.

I liked that he was pissed off. That’s no less than what he deserved. Maybe it was because I was drunk or maybe it was because I was beyond repair and as sick and twisted as the man who raised me, but I relished in his anger. If he hated me flirting with other men, then he was getting just a taste of what I’d felt when I walked in on him and his redhead. We weren’t together, so technically he hadn’t done anything wrong, but damn, it hurt like a bitch. I wasn’t usually a revengeful person, but I wanted him to understand my pain.

“Very much,” I slurred.

“Are you getting off on making me jealous, snowflake?”

“What if I am?” I matched his stare.

“You’re playing with fire. You do realize that, right?” He moved closer.

He towered over me and I had to arch my neck to continue to look him in the eye.

“Oh, boy. I better be careful or I might get burned,” I said sarcastically.

He was backing me up and I hadn’t even realized it. When I felt the edge of Finn’s dresser against my lower back, I put my palms out and pressed against his chest. He pressed harder. Cologne bottles shook and made clinking noises as the dresser shifted.

“If I see one more f*cker touch you, I’m going to lose it. You want me to go to jail again?”

He leaned over me and put his hands on the dresser on either side of me, caging me in.

“I have no control over what you do. Just like you have no control over what I do,” I said as I pressed against him and tried to move him out of my way.

He didn’t budge.

“I can’t stand seeing you with them.” The muscles in his jaw popped as he gritted his teeth. “It makes me feel like my skin is on fire.”

“I know the feeling.”

I pulled my eyes away from his and disregarded him. I acted as if I were annoyed and bored, but really, every time he pressed his body into mine I wanted to throw him on Finn’s bed and attack him.

“You’re mine,” he said with so much force that my eyes darted back to his and I looked him up and down like I was about to fight him.

“Excuse me? I belong to no one. Let me go.” I pushed again at his chest, but he was like a brick wall.

I really did want to be away from him after that. How dare he throw a claim on me while he was busy screwing anything with a wet hole? Oh hell no! That wasn’t happening.

“No,” he snapped. His eyes dug into me. “Quit flirting with those guys. You’re making promises with your eyes that you can’t keep.”

I rolled my eyes and laughed sarcastically to myself.

“They’ll live.” I turned my face away and looked to the side of me when I felt his hot breath warm my cheek. He was so close his breath shifted my hair.

“You look so f*cking hot tonight,” he said.

He reached up to tuck my hair behind my ear and I pulled my head away from his hand.

“Do I?”

“Hell yeah, you do.”

The side of his mouth lifted and his eyes moved down my body and back up.

“I’m getting hard just looking at you.” He pressed his hips into me and my insides tightened.

“Then I guess you better find your redhead.”

Being a smartass felt good. No wonder he was an a*shole all the time.

“Maybe I should.” He lifted a sarcastic brow.

And just like that, I went from being a smartass to being pissed off. I pushed at his chest hard with my palms. When he didn’t budge, I kept pushing.

“You’re such an a*shole.” I was heated and my breath was coming out in hard, pissed-off puffs.

“Well, you’re being a bitch right now so I guess that makes us even,” he snapped.

Out of nowhere I reared my hand back and slapped him across the face. It felt good to let my anger out. Had I known it would feel that good to hit someone, I would’ve gone around beating the crap out of everyone.

His nostrils flared as he glared down at me. A tiny red handprint began to form on his cheek. Maybe I’d gone too far this time. Maybe Zeke wasn’t against hitting a girl and he’d hit me back. Instead, he grabbed my cheeks and pulled me into a rough kiss.

At first, I was shocked, but in seconds I forgot what we were doing and I started kissing him back. The dresser shifted and bottles clinked as he pushed me harder up against it. I pushed back against him.

A tiny growl escaped his throat and he grabbed under my ass and lifted me onto Finn’s dresser. The back of the mirror slammed into the wall behind it. He pushed my skirt up, gapped my legs more, and pushed himself against me.

I broke the kiss and a growl escaped my lips. I pulled him against me as he went to work on the side of my neck. He bit softly at my collar bone and then dropped a kiss in the same spot. It drove me crazy.

I pushed my hands up the back of his shirt and dug my nails into his back. He made a loud hissing noise.

“Yes, that’s so f*cking hot.”

Things were spiraling out of control. He shoved his hands up my skirt and pushed it up until it was around my waist. I leaned back onto the dresser and thrust my hips at him.

“I know what you want, baby,” he said roughly as he pulled my top over my head.

He leaned over me and started to suck on the top of my cleavage. It was rough and raw and I should’ve been appalled, but I liked it.

I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him to me. Digging my fingers in his hair, I tugged a little when I felt him rip my bra down. He covered my nipple with his mouth and my body went into overdrive. I was overly sensitive and any time he pressed his hips against mine or bit down softly on my nipple, a noise I’d never made before came from my lips and I dug my nails into his skin.

The spot between my legs ached and the only time I could make the ache feel better was when I thrust my hips toward him. I didn’t even realize I was doing it over and over again until he stuck a finger in the side of my panties and ran it up and down the inside of me.

“You want me here, don’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” I responded.

I was so wet. I could tell by the slide of his finger. He shifted his hand and his finger pressed against the most sensitive spot on my body. He started that circular motion that I understood now and I began to breathe in little puffs of air.

“Tell me what you want, baby. I’ll give you anything you want,” he said as he leaned in and sucked my earlobe.

My hips continued to jerk as the buildup I remembered from before started to climb. I knew it was coming and I couldn’t think straight, much less talk straight.

He replaced his finger with his thumb and I cried out when he slid a finger inside of me. It was new. It had never felt like that before. It wasn’t forced and my body accepted it with moisture. He knew what he was doing. He knew how to make my body work the right away.

“I want you, Patience. God, I’ve wanted you for so long now.”

I was so absorbed in the rhythm of his fingers, the circular motion of this thumb, the in and out of his finger, and when he added a second finger, I laid my head back against the mirror and began to pant harder.

I wanted more. That was all I could think. I needed more and I wanted all of him. I leaned up and began to claw at his belt. He pulled his shirt up and over his head. I was met with tattooed, tan flesh and I took advantage as I leaned up and bit into his chest.

“F*ck yes,” he hissed.

And then he tugged on the hair on the back of my head until I was looking up at him and covered my mouth with his. The room started to spin around us and I was so out of it I couldn’t get his belt unbuckled.

He took his hands out of my panties and I whined in aggravation. He swatted my hands out of the way and started to unbuckle his belt. I helped him push his jeans and boxers down and then I felt his hard heat against the inside of my leg.

I reached down and palmed him and he jerked in my hand. There was a popping sound as he pulled at my stringy panties and then they gave as he ripped them off. He pulled me closer to the edge of the dresser and then lifted my right knee up and around his hip.

“Oh my God, baby, if you’re not sure about this then please stop me now.” His eyes were wild.

“I’m sure. I’m so sure. I want you, Zeke.”

Pressing my legs open wider, he leaned down and took my mouth again. His tongue invaded my mouth and he pushed himself inside me at the same time. It was one swift, hard movement and then he was buried deep inside me. The dresser banged against the wall as he began to thrust his hips hard and fast. It was the most amazing noise I’d ever heard in my life.

I wrapped my legs around him and leaned back on my palms. I bit into my lip to try and keep the noises at bay, but I couldn’t help myself. He felt too good and I couldn’t stay quiet.

He delved his hands into my hair and pulled my lips to his. I leaned up and grabbed onto his hips. I held on as he continued to push inside me over and over again. When he broke the kiss, his eyes connected with mine.

“You feel so good, baby. I love being inside you.”

With his words, the ache inside my pelvic region began to climb up into my hips and stomach. It was so close. My lips fell open and I started to breathe hard from my mouth.

“That’s it. Come for me, baby. I want to see your beautiful face when you come.”

And then I did. My body lit up like the Fourth of July and all my pieces shattered and exploded all around me. Where our bodies were connected throbbed all around him as his movements got faster and he started to pound into me harder.

I could hear myself screaming out the release. I called his name several times and then I heard him say my name. I popped open my eyes and met his. His breathing was accelerated and he was moving so fast and hard. It felt amazing.

Then out of nowhere my body exploded again and I screamed out louder than the first time. My toes curled inside my heels and I was sure his lower back was bleeding from my nails digging so deeply into his skin.

The dresser banged loud and fast and then he leaned his head back and called out my name as he exploded inside me. He kept going for a bit until finally he slammed in me one last time and collapsed onto me. His head was in my neck and his loud breathing was right in my ear.

My body hummed with satisfaction as he wrapped his arms around me and kissed the side of my neck.

“That was amazing,” I said through my loud breathing.

He leaned back and looked down at me. Reaching up , he cupped my face and ran his thumb across my cheek.

“You’re amazing.” His eyes burned into mine and his throat worked up and down as he swallowed hard. “I love you, snowflake,” he whispered.

His eyes took me in for my response, but I just stared back at him. His words were so meaningful and soft and I felt them heavy in my chest. He said he loved me and I knew Zeke. He was incapable of lying. If he said it, he meant it.