Wrong Kind of Love (12 page)

Never in a million years would I think I would find Grace sitting outside Declan’s house when I get home. I have been out to get food for Declan and I. Marcus is staying at a friend’s house tonight and I know Dec is upstairs in his bed.

She looks amazing sitting there on the steps. Her blonde hair falling down past her shoulders. Her dark blue eyes trained on me. She opted for black skinny jeans instead of her signature skirt. Her jacket is a black pea coat. I have never seen so much black on her. Even her eyeliner is thicker and
completely circles her eyes.

“What are you doing here?” I ask softly looking at her under my lashes.

She stands up without saying anything and walks over to me. There is something in her eyes but I can’t place it. “I came to see you.” She whispers looking up at me with a soft smile.

I blink a few times completely confused, “Why?” I question moving past her to set the food down on the steps.

When I turn back around she is right there, so fucking close I can smell her. The sweetness that is Grace enters my nose and my dick twitches. It sure does that a lot around her. Her soft hands come around my neck and she stands up on her toes to place a soft kiss on my lips. I’m stunned still for a fraction of a second. Then I react and my lips move against her. I open my lips and slip my tongue into her mouth. My hands go to her waist and I pull her against my hips.

We are touching
everywhere we can touch.

It’s
fucking amazing.

It
’s fucking torture.

She pulls away first
, but does it slowly. She doesn’t stop touching me, just kissing. She sets her forehead against mine before she whispers, “I saw your paintings today.”

I freeze. I never meant for her to see them. I didn’t know how she would react about it. But as I look into her eyes I know it’s a good thing. “You like?” I ask as I run my nose along her jaw.

She sucks in a breath before answering me. “I loved.” Her fingers tug into my hair sending a little amount of pain mixed with pleasure. “Why didn’t you show me?”

I think about that one for a while. She lets me and doesn’t push. “I don’t really know. You aren’t mine, Grace. I wanted something to remember
when you were. But then it turned into this whole other thing. Every time I painted you were right there as my muse. All I can paint now is you.” I whisper against her ear, which elicits a shiver.

“Why?” she whispers clutching onto my shoulders.

“Because you are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. The way you move, the way you look, and the way you are. I can’t get enough. So I started painting you when I knew I couldn’t be with you.” I’m nervous about this whole thing. What it means for us. I don’t want her to walk away from me again. I don’t want her to be with my brother.

She laughs against my chest where she has her face hidden. “That’s cute in a stalkerish kind of way.”

My arms go around her waist and my face goes into her neck. “I would stalk you to the end of the earth just to keep your beautiful in my sight.”

“You sure are romantic tonight.” She giggles looking up into my eyes.

“You bring out the best in me. What can I say? I want you to want me. I want you to be with me.” I shake my head not liking where the conversation is going. “I want, no, I need you to pick me. I don’t think I can stand to see you with Jaden for another second.”

Her tiny hand comes up to cup my cheek and I sigh at the contact. The touch is tender and it means something to me. “Caden, I promise you won
’t have to see him with me anymore. I don’t think I ever wanted him like I want you. I was just running from something that scared me. I’m done running. I see what I mean to you now.”

I didn’t want to be hopeful so I had to have her spell it out for me. “So
you’re leaving Jaden…for me?”

She laughs softly as she leans in to kiss me gently. “Yes Caden. I’m leaving him for you. I’m done pretending I want him or that I want to be with him.
He’s not you. He will never be you.”

“Thank fucking G
od.” I spit out before slamming my lips against hers.

I took Grace up to my bedroom and asked her something I have never asked anyone else. I have always wanted to paint on someone. A woman to be exact and since Grace is such a huge inspiration for me, she would be perfect for the job.

I was so surprised when she agreed. Most girls wouldn’t like the idea of getting covered in paint. It’s messy that’s for sure. She didn’t care when I pointed this out. She mentioned something about it being fucking hot. I wasn’t going to disagree with her.

Now s
he is laid out before me completely nude. Which is the only way I like to see her. She isn't hiding behind her walls this way. It's like I strip away that wall with every piece of clothing I peel off. I've never seen such an amazing body and all I want to do is copy it onto canvas and stare at it everyday. 

"Are
 you going to stare all day?" she chuckles holding her head up on the palm of her hand.

I blink a few times having forgotten what I asked
her to do. "No, Angel."

I pick up my paint tray and settle next to her on the floor. Before I begin she traces the tattoos I have inked over most of my torso. I will my dick to stay soft but he has other ideas as her soft hands glide over my flesh. I'm so hot inside and out and I feel sweat bead on my forehead. "If you keep doing that, I'll never get started."

She chuckles again and lays flat on her back. Her generous breasts bounce and sway with her motion and a groan passes my closed lips. She smirks up at me with all that blonde hair laid out around her like a halo.

"Vixen." I mutter dipping the brush in
the blue and sweep it across her stomach. Her body shivers and her hands clinch. Nice to know I affect her as well.

As I paint my mind zones in on what I'm doing and forgets everything else. Grace
’s breathing becomes more and more labored the longer I work. You wouldn't think this would be a turn on but it is. For her. Her thighs close and squeeze together about every five seconds. Which of course turns me on.

After awhile I can't stand it anymore and my free hand snakes down to caress her most private part. She's wet for me. And now I'll have her moaning.
I set my paintbrush down and part her legs slowly. “Put your hands above your head Angel.” I say, my voice low and full of desire.

She looks at me confused before she speaks. “The last time we had sex, you let me touch you. Why can
’t I now?” she looks hurt and I want to take that away from her.

I think back to the last time, which was during Thanksgiving. I was higher th
an a kite so that must have been the reason I let her touch me. “Lets try and see then. If that is what you want.”

Her hands come down from above her head and they tug through my hair. “I wanna do what you wanna do. If you don’t want me to touch you, then I won
’t. I just want you to enjoy it. And before you say you want me to enjoy it as well, I will as long as you do.”

I take a deep breath feeling the
overwhelming emotions that just shot through my body. “Okay.” I whisper bending down to trail kisses along her neck. Her chest is still wet from the paint so it ends up all over my shirt. I can’t seem to care. “Put your hands back over your head. I was really high last time, I’m just not ready for you to touch me.” I say nearly panting. That’s how turned on I am.

“Okay baby.” She whispers,
raising her arms over her head.

I smile softly at her before reaching down to pop the button on my jeans. I pull the zipper down and free myself through the slit in my boxers. I like that she called me baby.
It’s like so overused and silly but coming from her I find I love it.

I shove my hips
in-between her legs, spreading her thighs wide. My hand snakes down to her sex and I spread the wetness around before grabbing my dick and pushing it inside of her. Her hips arch up taking more of me in. I feel my eyes lids droop half way closed. “You’re so fucking tight.” I rasp out.

Grace is panting, her hips keeping up with my thrusting. “I haven’t had sex in months.” She pants out. Her
hands are clasped closed together. I can tell she is straining not to touch me. What surprises me the most in this moment is that I want her to touch me. I have never wanted that before.

“Touch me, Grace.” I say placing my hands on her hips and sitting back on my calves.

She rises up until her front is touching my front. Her hand snakes very slowly going into my hair and her lips connect with mine. I thought I would freak out but I don’t. It feels incredible. “Kayla. When we are like this, call me Kayla.” She whispers between kisses.

“Kayla…” I groan
out, as her hips start moving faster against me. It’s heaven and it’s hell. I want it to end but never stop. Sex has never felt more right than it does right now. I know she is with my brother, but maybe, just maybe she never really was. Maybe she has always been mine.

“Play with your clit.” I order, watching her with hooded eyes. Her eyes are full of lust and they get dark af
ter my command. Her hand smooth’s over my face down my chest and encircles my dick while I’m thrusting into her. “Or do that too.” I groan again. I look down to watch but she doesn’t stay touching me long as her fingers move to her clit and start lightly rubbing.

“You like that?” she moans out while her other hand pulls at my hair.

“Fuck yeah, Angel.” I start to thrust faster knowing I won’t be able to hang on much longer. “Come for me, Kayla.” I command rubbing my nose along her jaw, placing kisses along the smooth skin.

Her slick passage starts to tighten around my dick and I hold on while she comes. I want to blow my load inside of her but I don’t
know if she’s on the pill or not. When I know she’s done I pull out and add my come to her stomach which is already covered in colorful paint.

“That was fucking sexy.” I tell her nibbling on her ear lobe.

“It’s always sexy with you. I don’t think you know any other way to be.” She laughs standing up and moving away from me.

“Where are you going?” I pout standing up as well.

She looks at me over her shoulder and gives me a cheeky grin. “I have to get this off of me.” She points down at her naked body where she is covered in smeared paint. “I thought you might like to join me in the shower.”

Yeah I don’t think anyone is as perfect for me as Grace is.

“Why do you have such a thing about being touched during sex?” I ask Caden gently. We got out of the shower about 10 minutes ago. Now we are
lying in bed curled around each other. I feel guilty that I’m here and I haven’t broken up with Jaden yet. I feel like Jaden deserves to be told in person and since he’s at a training camp for a week, I have to wait.

Caden takes a deep breath before speaking. “When I was
eleven, I had a football coach that molested me.” His eyes are closed tightly and his entire body is tense. “When I’m having sex it brings back bad memories. I’ve freaked out on girls before because they touched me while we were doing it.” He exhales loudly.

“Oh Caden.” I say pulling his big body into my arms. I hug him to me as hard as I can. It
’s something I used to do for Aiden when Daniel abused him.

Caden turns his head towards me and places a soft kiss on my cheek. “You’re not freaking out?” he says so softly I almost don’t hear him.

I shake my head and squeeze him. “Believe it or not I’m used to hearing that kind of thing.” It’s nice to know now what makes Caden Harper tick. It’s almost as if he had a weight lifted off his shoulders. His shoulders are no longer tense and his breathing isn’t erratic anymore.

“What is that supposed to me
an?” he asks with a touch of anger in his voice. His hands rub up and down my arms while they rest around his torso. “Did somebody do something to you?”

I brace myself for what
I’m about to tell him. Aiden will probably want to kill me later but I don’t care. I don’t care about hiding any of it from Caden. He let me into his secrets, it’s time I let someone into mine. Truth is I’m so tired of hiding who I am from everyone else. I’m tired of being Grace. Kayla wants out so bad.

And if
I’m being totally honest, I want Caden to fall for Kayla, not Grace.

I pull my arms away from Caden and move until I’m sitting up at the end of the bed facing him. I look him in the eyes the whole time I tell him everything. “
When I was eight my mother divorced my father and married this man named Daniel. Everything was fine at first. Daniel was the doting stepfather in public and at home. Slowly over a couple of months he started changing. At home anyway. He would ignore us or start to yell and get really angry at the stupidest stuff.

“Well one day things got really bad and they never got better. Aiden and I were playing video games when Daniel came into the room. He slapped me across the face out of nowhere. I was so
shocked; I just looked at him with my mouth hanging open. That’s when he grabbed Aiden by the shirt collar and dragged him out of the room. When I regained my wits I followed them. Daniel had taken Aiden into his room and locked the door.” I start to get choked up at this point.

Caden pulls me into his arms this time. Offering me comfort. “Take your time, Kayla.” He whispers softly in my ear. The words I need to hear.

After a few minutes I’m able to talk again. “I could hear Aiden screaming and crying from his room. I thought Daniel was murdering him. I didn’t even know what to do. I banged and banged on the door. I don’t remember how long he was in there but it felt like forever.” I swallow hard before going on. The next part is the worst. “When he finally came out he threatened to kill both of us if we ever talked about it. If we ever told anyone. What I found in that room will haunt me forever.” Tears slip freely down my eyes. The memories crash over me, making it hard to breathe. “I’ll never forget the sight of Aiden like that. He is my older brother and he was so strong. It was hard to see him so weak.”

Caden clears his throat behind me. “What happened to your brother?” he questions gently.

I smile through my tears. “He is the reason I’m here now. He is two years older then I am. Actually you met him.” I laugh softly because I can imagine the look on his face right now. “He was the gay guy you saw me with. David.”

“I thought y’all looked alike.” He squeezes me once. “Anyway go on.”

“That went on for years. I wish I could have been bigger, stronger, I don’t know. I just wish I could have done something. I feel like I let it happen. I’m his sister, I should have protected him better.”

Caden turns me in his arms until I can see his amazing blue eyes. “Don’t blame yourself for the actions of others. You were a little girl, you couldn’t have done much. Besides tell other adults.” He looks deeply into my eyes while he speaks and I feel lost in them.

I shake my head before I explain. “Daniel is a senator. My mom knew what was going on and she didn’t do anything about it. No one would have believed either of us. He is a huge supporter against gay rights. Not that it matters now, we are free of him. Finally free.”

Caden cups my cheeks and places a kiss on my nose. “How did you get away?” he settles me back against his chest. Tingles shoot through m
y body even though I had him twenty minutes ago.

I ignore the feelings in my body and finish my story. “Aiden is two years older th
an me so he had been moved out of the house for a year. When it came out he was gay, Daniel had a shit fit. Aiden decided it was time to leave. We had been planning to run away for a long time, but not before I turned eighteen.” I feel Caden’s arms tighten around me. Maybe I shouldn’t have lied about my age. “The night we left, Daniel had a goon waiting for us at the house. Aiden beat the shit out of him and that’s when we changed our appearances. Aiden had it all planned out and so far we haven’t been discovered.”

Caden pushes away from me and gets up off the bed. He starts pacing and I grow nervous. I really shouldn’t have lied about my age. That’s something you should share with someone you sleep with. Even if they don’t know anything else about you, your age is important. “So
you’re telling me you’re not nineteen?” he glares over at me and I bite my lip.

I shake my head. “I’m seventeen. I won
’t turn eighteen until July.”

“Is your step-dad really
dangerous?” he stops pacing. His eyes demand an answer.

“Yes he is. He is made of money, old money. It seems like there is a
never-ending supply of it. He paid off the courts so my dad couldn’t get custody of us. Then he made it where my dad couldn’t even see us. I’ve seen people come through our house for a meeting and the next day they were pulling their body out of the Hudson.” I shudder. That was not a pleasant thing to see.

“Your mom and him didn’t report it though. That would have been all over the news if a senator had two missing children.”

That one baffles me too. “I thought he would report it. That’s why we changed our appearances. I became Grace and Aiden became David.” I scoot to the end of the bed and sit Indian style, the sheets wrapped around me. “Aiden chose here because it was somewhere we wouldn’t go. I’m a pure city girl and so is he. Arkansas is a big difference from New York City. Little did I know that my dad is here. I’m surprised Daniel didn’t look here knowing dad was here. I guess he thinks Aiden is too stupid to figure out where dad lived.”

Caden starts pacing again. I get distracted from the
conversation by his naked ass. He really should put some clothes on or he’s about to get jumped. By me. “Is this why you stayed away from me? You said something about you couldn’t have a future with me because I don’t have a secure future.”

I shake my head again. “Aiden says
I’m all over a bad boy like white on rice. You happen to be the biggest bad boy at this school. No one would look for me with your brother. He’s a goody, goody and someone I would never go for.” I bite my lip again. This is a Kayla trait, not a Grace one. “Okay so maybe what I said had something to do with it also. Aiden said I needed to find someone who I could build a future with and stick with him. Your brother also fit that bill. He is going somewhere, and I was going after him until you stepped into my life.”

I get up off the bed and cross the room to stop his pacing. The sheet dropped
to the floor as I stood up. Caden takes in my naked figure with hungry eyes. We really should learn to wear clothes around each other. “I didn’t want to want you. I don’t know what it is about you, but I can’t stay away. It scares the shit out of me. I didn’t know what to do with it. And I thought you saw me as a plaything, a toy. Something you could play with for a while and then throw me away.” My hand comes up to cup his cheek. I press my body flush against him and feel his erection against my stomach. “Then I walked into that gallery today and I knew that I was more. No one would paint me the way you did that didn’t have feelings that could last. They were so beautiful and all I could do was run right to you.”

Caden’s hands fall to my hips and he pulls me tight against him. He throbs against my stomach and my toes curl. “Angel, make no mistake, the moment I set eyes on you, I knew you were mine. It makes me crazy to see you with my brother. It makes me crazy not being with you.  I want you all the time. I want to know everything about you. I feel myself falling in love with you, and I haven’t ever felt that before.”

Whoa.

“Do you mean that?” I ask, beyond hoping he isn’t messing around with me.

He chuckles lowering his face until his lips almost touch mine. “Yes, Kayla. I mean that. Fall in love with me?” He whispers the last against my lips, making me tremble.

“Yes.” I whisper back kissing him with everything in me.

I don’t know what the future holds and that is really scary. Anything could go wrong or right. If Daniel finds me, I’m as good as dead. And I’m saying this because right here in this moment, in Caden’s arms, none of that shit matters. This house could go up in flames, and I wouldn’t care.

This is that moment
when you jump over the edge with someone.

That moment when you fall in love.

The first thing I see when I open my eyes are Kayla’s brown eyes. I have stopped calling her Grace after the night she told me everything. She isn’t Grace anymore, if she ever was. She’s Kayla now and I’m so happy she told me everything. With the past out of the way, we have to deal with Jaden now. He’s getting back from football camp tonight and I’m dreading it.

We have been staying at her dorm room. When Teagan moved out it was too late in the year to find Kayla a new roommate
, so she gets the room to herself. Which is fine by me. We don’t have to worry about anyone walking in on us here. Now the sneaking out is harder, but we have managed to get away with it.

“What are you looking at?” I grin into her neck taking in the scent of her rose body wash. Her soft skin meets my lips
eliciting a moan to come out between her amazing lips.