I make it to the entrance of the apartment complex and sit on the brick landscaping wall.
The wait is killing me because all I can think about is Brayden. Why can’t I stop? Over and over.
One second with his skin on mine held more pleasure than every second I’ve ever had with Austin combined.
It’s so strong I know I can easily get lost in it, in him.
But I won’t.
I set the rules.
I set the time.
I’ll use him and when I’m done, I’ll walk away.
As I take a sip of water, a car turns in and pulls up next to me. I jump up and open the door, sliding in next to Jenna.
“What are you wearing?” she asks.
I roll my eyes. “Just drive.”
She eyes me up and down, grinning so big it almost looks maniacal. “Team Brayden for the win!”
I shake my head. “No winner. Just a really good fuck.”
She stares at me for a minute. “I’m not one to begrudge a girl a booty call.”
“But?”
The car slows down and as we stop at a red light, she turns to me. “Is it really that bad to be his girlfriend?”
I shake my head. “Brayden doesn’t do commitment. He’s a human Pokemon collector when it comes to women.”
Her brow furrows. “What the hell does that mean?”
“He’s gotta have them all.”
Jenna’s head falls back and she lets out a loud laugh. I laugh a little as well, but then there’s that itch at the back of my mind.
He’s changed, I’ve seen it. He says he hasn’t had sex in many months, and I actually believe him.
But belief isn’t the same as forgiveness. While I believe some of the things he says, it doesn’t change the past.
June 16th, 2015
Three days.
Three fucking days since I’ve seen her.
Kissed her.
Fucked her.
Three days of absolute torture. Of keeping my distance, giving her space.
I woke to an empty bed and no messages. She wouldn’t answer my calls or texts. She regrets it, but at the same time, I know she wants more.
If sex is how I’m going to get through to her, to reconnect with her, then so be it.
I told her she was mine.
Showed her I was hers.
Now the challenge was to make her believe both.
I’ve listened to Dana’s damn whale song CD since Kira left as I put together all my furniture. Anything to help keep me calm and from going after her.
Not anymore.
I gave her space, breathing room, time to think about it. I’ve been patient above my normal tolerance. But after having her, I can’t stay away.
As cheesy as it sounds, I need her like I need air. She’s my everything, and I can’t live without her.
I’m also out of projects and clean clothes. Plus, I have to work tomorrow. It’s only part time, but being in marketing, it pays pretty well.
The drive home seems longer than normal, but it’s just over an hour from my apartment to home. With only a few exits left, I’m getting antsy.
My cock is already hard.
Days of nothing but me and the memories of fucking her—which was all over my apartment—had me so horny for her. If she’s in the kitchen, I want to bend her over right then and slide in. Hanging in her room? I’ve always wanted to fuck her on her bed.
If I didn’t already know I’m ruined for any other woman, it’s obvious now. Kira owns all of me. I don’t want anything from any other female.
There are two cars parked in front of the house when I pull up, but the garage is empty.
“Hello!” I call out as I step into the kitchen from the garage.
Silence.
The backyard is empty, but there is evidence that Kira was out there with her friends from the towels and bags spread out on the chaise loungers. That explains the extra cars.
Fuck. She’s not alone. Dad and Sonia are still at work, and my perfect opportunity to corner Kira is gone.
Giggles float in the air as I make my way upstairs. I swear I hear my name as I throw my duffle onto my bed.
“You have to tell us!” Someone squeals as I walk across the hall.
“No!” Kira says.
With her resistance, I’m pretty sure I did hear my name and that I’m the current topic of conversation.
I push open the door, and four heads snap my way and a couple of shrieks are let out.
“Oh, shit!”
I smirk and lean against the doorframe, my arms crossed in front of me. “Ladies.”
They’re still in bikinis, hair hanging damp down their backs. Kira’s cheeks and shoulders are pink. She probably forgot sunscreen again.
“You scared us!” one of the twins says. I think she’s Ashley, but I’m not sure.
“Sorry. What are you girls up to?” I stare at Kira and her mouth, which had been hanging open in surprise, snaps shut and her gaze hardens.
“Get out,” Kira says. Her friends turn to look at her, then back to me.
“What? I can’t hang with you?” I ask, my bottom lip jutting out a little bit in mock hurt.
Her expression is neutral, giving me nothing. “No boys allowed.”
“Payback? We were kids, and that was your brother.”
“Well, as an adult, I can say I don’t want to play with you.”