Accepted Fate (20 page)

As we walk into the door, she sets her bag down. "We need to get going in about thirty minutes," she says walking around to the front of the couch.

Awesome! I just can't wait to get back to the spoiled little rich boy, trying to one up me. "We'll be ready." I sit down and reach for her hand, pulling her into the opening of my legs. "I just want to sit with you for a while. Will you do that?" She nods her head and I notice the slightest blush appear on her cheeks.

I grab her waist, pulling her closer to me. She places her hands on my shoulders, looking down at me. "What do you want to talk about?"

"Tell me where you're moving," I say. She starts to open her mouth, but then closes it again. Clearly it caught her off guard.

She shakes her head, "No specifics. Remember? That was the deal to hang out."

She is so stubborn. "What will it hurt? Maybe it's close enough to me that we can meet up some. It can't be too far from..." She slaps her hand over my mouth before I can say Mississippi.

"I don't want to know. Look, this can't go further than the time you're here. I can't afford any complications in my life or to veer from the path I've set for myself. I've worked too hard for everything, to let anything get in the way now. Me moving doesn't change anything. A year from now, I'll be back in California. Nothing or no one, my parents included, will change that. My heart will and always be in California. I will forever own it and the right to it. I can give you my body and a few days while you're here and that's it. There is no reason to try and kid ourselves with some illusion to create some kind of attachment that is not necessary. I've thought about it and I want to give my virginity to you; not because I want anything from you, but because it's what I want. I always do the right thing. I have no intentions on wasting my time on love or anything that it entails. I'm doing this for me. When I have to leave here for a year, I'll have something beautiful to take with me."

Well I'll be damned. I'm staring at the female version of myself. Where has she been all my life? Of course the one time I find someone exactly like me, she has to be across the country. There are just too many people wrapped up in the illusions of falling in love. Here as I sit, I have finally found someone that doesn't care one thing about it. Someone who actually wants to live and go after the things she wants. I love that she knows what she wants and will let nothing stop her. I, on the other hand, have lived under my father’s shadow all my life. He pushes me to be a doctor just like him and my mom, but I would rather play sports. It's something I'm good at. The one day of the year I wait around for is the NFL draft. During the fall, I live, breathe, and sweat football.

To dad, sports are just a part of high school and college, but nothing more. He is always riding me about keeping perfect grades. To him, professional sports are for the people that cannot excel academically. No one stands up to him on how he believes. Everyone just goes along with it. Since my mom is an OBGYN at the largest women's clinic in town, she's pretty much just like dad.

To me being drafted in the NFL, senior year of college would be a dream come true. The main reason I'm dad's lab rat when it comes to training and cardiovascular health is because I want to be recruited to one of the best colleges in the country. I keep straight A's in case he has to pay for school at the college of my choice. I don't care if I have to be a biology major like he wants, as long as I can play football. All I have to do to keep dad happy is major in what he wants, then hopefully I'll get drafted before I have to worry with medical school.

I'm the fastest running-back around and started getting college scouts last year. I've been first string running-back since freshman year. I've never been benched a single game.  One more year and I can start working towards my dream. My top three choice colleges are Louisiana State University, Florida State, and Alabama.

I realize I haven't said anything back because I'm still utterly shocked we're having this conversation. It's like someone handing you a million dollar loan and telling you not to worry about paying it back; no strings attached. "I don't know Kinzleigh. As much as I want you and I want to claim you before any other male, I'm not a virgin. I haven't been one for a while. As a matter of fact, I've been with enough other girls, you probably wouldn't want your first time to be with me. Isn't that supposed to be a special moment to share with someone else that's never done it before either?" I cannot believe I am actually trying to talk her out of this. Maybe I should check and make sure my dick is still down there.

What red-blooded male turns down an opportunity like this? I lay my head against the back of the couch, looking her in the eyes, trying to read her emotions. She almost looks annoyed. "Are you done rambling yet? If you haven't noticed already, I don't usually go by the traditions of everyone else. I would actually prefer this way, because I don't need any expectations after, such as dating. This is kind of perfect," she says as she straddles me on the couch.

"You can teach me what I don't know and then you'll be free to go back home without worrying of an attachment forming; to do whatever you please with whomever you please." My breathing becomes ragged as I place my hands on each side of her waist. She grabs my hair in her fists, causing me to close my eyes. She lowers herself, closer to my lap. I have never been turned on so fast by a girl and I'm trying to calm myself down. I haven't even touched her yet. My jeans are becoming so tight, the seems are about to bust. The compression against my genitals is painful; it needs to be freed. She lightly rubs against the zipper back and forth. She is getting bold and I like it.

I can feel heat radiating from between her legs, making it worse. She presses a cheek against mine, her lips barely touching my ear. "So you up for it, or are you going to leave the job to someone else?" She is playing with fire as if she knows I can't stand the thought of another guy touching her. One specific guy comes to mind.

I can't take it anymore; to hell with everything. I press her tight against my jeans, allowing her to feel what she's doing to me. She is breathing heavily as well, acknowledging that I'm having the same affect on her as she is on me. I take her face in my hands, looking her directly in the eyes. "Are you sure you want to do this? You have one chance to change your mind and I'll never bring it up again or attempt to kiss you." I'm shaking and my voice is deeper than it usually is. I feel like I'm about to combust with need. "If you don't change your mind right now, this will happen before I leave. I will claim your body. This is your one chance. You're making me crazy. After this, I will not be able to stop anymore."

I can't read her thoughts. She can hide them like a professional poker player. "I've never been surer of anything. I want you. I've never been interested in sex before," she says as her face is starting to flush a mild shade of red. "I don't know what these feelings mean or what to do with them. I may not be any good, but I can learn if you will teach me."

That was the last straw. She hasn't even touched me yet and she has me wound up so tight, I feel like I can't breathe. I can't fathom her being bad at anything, especially not sex. It then dawns on me, "Kinzleigh have you ever had an orgasm?"

Her cheeks brighten in color. "I told you I've never been with a guy like that; that meant as in nothing at all." It's really cute that she doesn't fully get what I'm asking.

"I remember you saying that, but that's not all I'm asking. You have never given yourself one? You know, to find your likes and dislikes." Her eyes widen and she bites her lip, shaking her head.

"I've never wanted to do that. It's kind of weird to think of touching myself." I thought this conversation would calm these raging, Kinzleigh induced, hormones but it's not. It's having the reverse effect.

"Kinzleigh, had you ever kissed someone before the night on the pier?" That conversation with Ryland is coming back loud and clear. I can't believe he was actually right.

She closes her eyes as I pull her closer to me. She is holding onto my wrists. When she opens her eyes, I get the answer to my question. I can see it all over her face. "Not since I played spin the bottle at Presley's thirteenth birthday party. I'm a quick learner, though; just teach me."

What she doesn't know is, I haven't kissed a girl since I lost my virginity at the age of fourteen. I haven't wanted to...until her and it was damn near perfect. I'm not interested in emotional attachments. I watched Beau lose his life over a girl. Me, him, and Ryland were really close. I saw how one girl could destroy an entire family because she didn't have the decency to break up with him before she gave herself to another man. The day we laid him in the ground, was the day I promised I would never become breakable at the hands of a woman. 

I pull her in for a kiss. She will be mine; maybe only for a week, but a week nonetheless. Her lips are full and moist. I suck in her bottom lip. She tightens her grip in my hair. Slightly parting her lips, I slip my tongue inside. The menthol in her gum cools my tongue, as it connects with hers. She twirls her tongue around mine perfectly, only plunging slightly into my mouth.

I place my hand on the back of her neck and then run my hands down the spine of her back before stopping at the bottom hem of her dress that is resting on top of my legs. Taking hold of her thighs, I trail my callused hand up her legs, beneath her dress. Her skin is as smooth as molasses with a sun kissed glow. I get to her perfect, round bottom covered in lace. She lightly bites my bottom lip, causing me to pull her closer to me in need. I run my tongue along her bottom lip. I kiss her chin and trail my tongue along her jaw line. When I reach the end of her jaw, I suck in her ear lobe, causing her to roll her head back revealing her neck in full.

Her breathing picks up and she begins to rock back and forth in my lap. I continue kissing down her jugular vein as my fingers brush up her body lightly, continuing up the skin of her back. As a result, she arches. Her breasts press into my chest. Her bra must be lined of lace because her excitement is noticeable through the thin fabric. Her dress travels upward, along with my hands.

I would not be doing this if Ryland's parents were home out of respect, but they aren't. She raises her arms, knowing what I want. I release my lips from her neck and I pull the dress over her head, revealing her body to me. Throwing it on the couch beside me, I pull back to admire the sight before me. "You really are beautiful."

She links her hands behind my neck, playing with the bottom of my hairline. "Shut up and kiss me," she says closing in for more.

I close the space between us, lining my body with hers. She kisses me hungrily, as if she needs more. I unclasp her lacy bra, pulling it down her arms and off.

She quickly tries to cover herself by crossing her arms over her breasts, nervously. Looking her in the eyes, I grab her wrists and pull them back around my neck. "Don't hide from me. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. I mean it." I do mean it. She is just as beautiful naked as she is clothed.

I know she is inexperienced so I want to go slow. I'm trading in my own wants and needs to make it memorable for her. I may be emotionally numb, but she deserves to be treated with the upmost respect. She is different than all the girls I usually occupy my time with. I have four days to give that to her and that's what I'm going to do. I'm going to drag this out.

I grasp her hips and rock her back and forth against the hardness that lies under the fabric of my jeans, rubbing the spot I know she needs stimulated. I continue kissing her with everything in me. She begins to make little noises against my lips, but I can tell she's holding back because she is shy and embarrassed. She doesn't know as a man, I need to hear it; to hear her voice her pleasure. Releasing her lips, I want her to know so I need to tell her. "Don't hold back baby. It's okay to make noises, I need to hear you." She bites her lips and her eyes begin rolling back. "Do you feel that?" She nods in response. "Don't tense up. Let it go baby." I continue to rub her against the roughness of my jeans. I cannot believe I feel like I could actually get off like this; just rubbing her against me and watching her get off. Her heart rate quickens and her breathing becomes heavier. After a few moments, she pulls tightly on my hair and stops moving, taking my lips in hers, moaning against them. I can tell she got her release by the feel of her underwear pressed against me.

She releases my lips and lays her forehead on my shoulder, trying to calm her breathing. When her heart rate slows down she looks up at me. She has a nervous look on her face and I realize it's because I'm still hard beneath her. "Tell me what you like. I can't promise I'll be good at it, but I'll try."

I shake my head. I may be in misery the rest of the day, but it's totally worth it. This is about her. Just the fact that she is concerned with me finding release is enough. "Don't worry about me. We still have four days. My plane leaves out Friday morning. Let's go get changed for that pool party."

I grab her bottom and stand to my feet. She wraps her legs around my waist and locks her feet behind me. On the way to the bedroom, I grab her bag by the door.

Walking in the bedroom, I make my way to the bathroom door and set her down. My eyes scan down her body, now that I have a full frontal view. "I'll change out here in the bedroom. When you get...cleaned up and changed," I say with a smirk on my face, "We'll be on our way."

Her cheeks redden and she places one arm across her chest to cover up. I love how shy she is. It makes me smile. "Thanks," she says closing the door. This girl is going to be the death of me, I think to myself as I walk to my bag, in search of my swim shorts.

CHAPTER 10

Kinzleigh

I place my back against the door and slide down to the floor. Wow. Is that what I've been missing? No wonder Presley has turned slutty. Don't get me wrong, I have no intentions on being promiscuous, but dang it if that wasn't better than I ever thought it would be. I wonder if actual sex feels like that. Presley said it hurts, but I've worn tampons since my mom allowed me to at the age of fourteen, since my menstrual cycle can be rather heavy.