*Standalone Contemporary/New Adult Romance
“Stop,” Jacob warned as I tried to pull him closer to me by
his shirt.
“Oh, come on, everyone’s inside. No one will see us.”
It was nightfall. The bright full moon loomed over the
horizon like a beacon. We were standing outside on the beach that held so many
memories. It gave me a sense of comfort like
it had when I was a child. We spent endless nights outside together.
Just. Like. This.
He looked up toward the house behind me. “Kid, I can see
them. If I can see them, then they can see us.”
I shrugged. “I don’t care,” I honestly spoke.
“You don’t mean that.”
“See… there’s the problem, Jacob. I’ve always meant it.”
He took a deep breath, his masculine chest lifting before he
crossed his chiseled, muscular arms over his chest. The gesture immediately
reminding me how they felt wrapped around my body.
“I love you. It’s that simple for me.” I shrugged again.
“I love you, too. You know that. I’ve always loved you, but
that doesn’t change the fact that this is wrong. What we’re doing, what we’ve
been doing since you were fifteen behind everyone’s backs is fucking wrong.”
“Why? Why is it so wrong? I’m not a child anymore. I’m
twenty-four years old. I know you’re ancient and all, but fuck.” I grinned,
trying to lighten the mood.
He chuckled, “You little shit.”
“We’ll figure it out. He has a right to know. They all do.”
He nodded, knowing I was right. “I won’t lose you ever
again. You’re mine, Lillian.”
The possessiveness of his words radiated all around me. His
voice making me feel warm all over.
I beamed, peeking up at him through my lashes. I secretly
loved it when he called me by my full name. It made me feel older for some
reason. I know it didn’t make any sense, what woman wanted to be older? No one
would understand until they knew our history and walked a mile in my shoes. It
took us a long time to get to this point, but we made it here nonetheless.
Nowhere near where we needed to be. God only knows if we would ever get to that point.
Have you ever wanted something so badly that it consumed
your very being? Something that you could practically taste on your tongue? Something
that was all you thought about, day in and day out?
The feeling is so intense that it becomes a part of you. You
could feel it under your skin, in your heart, consuming your mind.
That was Jacob to me.
He was my core.
I couldn’t remember a time when I didn’t want him.
When I didn’t think about him.
When I didn’t love
him.
He put his arms around me, engulfing me in nothing but his
scent and strong hold. He towered over
me, making me feel so tiny against him. I loved that, too.
I stood on the tips of my toes, nestling my face in the
crook of his neck and murmured, “Stay with me tonight.” Rubbing my nose back
and forth on his skin.
“You know I can’t,” he groaned. I knew my touch had an effect on him.
“I know you’re old and it’s way past your bedtime. I mean
you are thirty-one after all.”
He bit my neck making me yelp.
“Watch it.”
I giggled, “Stay. I’ll let you do things to me.”
“Right.” I knew he was grinning, I felt it against my cheek.
“Because that’s a problem. I can’t keep clothes on you. All you want is for me
to do things to you.”
“All the more reason for you to stay.”
“Kid, you’re staying here tonight, in his house.”
“So…”
“So?”
“He won’t know, I promise. It will be our little secret,” I
tempted, using the same phrase I had since the beginning. Since our beginning. He pulled away and I
followed suit. Jacob looked deep into my eyes with a perceptive smile on his
face, reading my mind.
He was everything to me.
My heart.
My soul.
I was his…
My body.
My mind.
It had been and always would be that way.
Except, there was one problem. The same problem we’ve had
since the beginning, and we were about to face it sooner than we thought.
The ocean breeze blowing the thin white curtains did little
to cool the heat between us. I swear that girl had one temperature. Hot. Not in
a good way either. But damn, she was so fucking adorable when she slept. She
was always on my side of the bed, as close to me as possible, half of her body
draped over mine. She didn’t weigh more than a hundred and five pounds wet, but
she always managed to take up the entire bed, no matter what size it was. She
claimed that lobsters were supposed to sleep like that.
I guess we were
fucking lobsters.
I never understood half the shit that came out of her mouth,
but I loved her despite it. She was much wiser than her years. No one was like
Lily. Trust me I would know. I had fucked enough women in an attempt to get her
out of my heart.
No one even came close.
No one.
“Hey, you leaving me?” she asked in a sleepy voice. She
hated getting up early. The girl could sleep all morning if I let her.
I kissed her closed eyes and tried to scoot away. “Hell,
yeah. I should have left last night.”
“Where would the fun be in that?” She grabbed the edge of my
boxers and pulled me toward her.
“Give me a curl, it’s cold.”
I hesitantly laid my body on top of hers, caging her in with
my arms framing her face. I could never say no to her, which had always been
one of our problems.
One.
She grinned not opening her eyes. “Mmm… so much better,” she
sighed contently. “My friend is up.” She kissed my neck and along my jawline.
“I have to go.”
“No, you have to
stay.”
“Kid—” She rocked her pussy against my hard cock, breaking
my train of thought and flipping me over.
“The sun’s not even up yet. I’ve never seen Lucas get up
before noon.” She tugged at my boxers, pulling them down and freeing my dick.
I should have thought about how things were different now.
Lucas. The house. Everything, but I didn’t. I knew in the back of my mind that I
would be regretting my decision to not leave, to stay here with her. That was
the beauty of Lily, when I was with her nothing else mattered, everything faded
to black but her.
Lily was my own personal inferno.
Consuming. Intense. Destructive.
She kissed her way down my chest. Never taking her eyes off
mine, she slid my cock into her warm, welcoming mouth. My back arched off the
bed and my hand went to the back of her neck, gripping and pushing her throat
deeper down my shaft.
“Fuck,” I groaned, watching her naked body sway as she made
love to me with her mouth. I sat up to get a better view and touch her, but
before I even reached for her the door opened and I locked eyes with Lucas.
My heart dropped.
His murderous stare went from me to Lily, who was still…
Fucking. Blowing. Me.
“I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!” he screamed while he lunged
toward me at the same time.
Lily shrieked, jumping off the bed, allowing me to back away
just in time to try and cover her with my body. The sheer white sheet wasn’t
doing much to shield her naked body. I fucking told her I needed to leave last
night. I knew something like this was bound to happen.
“You need to calm down, Lucas,” I coaxed with my hands out
in front of me, grabbing my boxers from the edge of the bed and throwing them
on. Not that it helped our current situation. It couldn’t get any worse.
“Lucas, stop it! I love him!” Lily shouted behind me.
Fuck! Yes, it could.
His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open, all the color
draining from his face.
She didn’t falter, not that I expected her to. She never
knew how to keep her damn mouth shut. “Lucas, I’ve loved him since I was a kid.
You of all people should understand. Get over it!”
I turned around and glared at her. “You aren’t helping,” I
gritted out.
She shook her head. “I don’t care. I love you and it’s time he
knows! It’s none of his business anyway.”
“Luc—” His fist connected with my jaw before I even got his
name out. My head whooshed back, taking half of my body with it. I stumbled,
shaking it off, meeting his intense gaze.
I never thought it would come to this…
Bullshit…
Yes, I did.
Which is why I tried like hell to stay away from my best
friend’s baby sister.
I wouldn’t say I was a nosey child, more like a curious one.
I loved to read and watch documentaries that would make my older brother Lucas
fall asleep. We were six, almost seven years apart. I was ten years old and he
was sixteen. My mom used to say that I was a happy surprise, but I’m not
stupid, I knew I was an accident. Lucas was never mean to me. He wasn’t like
most of my friend’s brothers. He never picked on me or called me names. He
never made me feel like I wasn’t wanted.
We were always close.
He loved and protected me, often letting me hang out with
him and his best friends, who were also like brothers to me. Dylan McGraw was
almost seventeen and had hazel eyes with long blonde hair that went past his
ears. I loved to tease him, telling him he had a girl’s hairstyle. His
girlfriend Aubrey didn’t seem to care, I guess that’s all that mattered. Austin
Taylor was the youngest of the bunch. He was fifteen and had red hair, bright
green eyes, and freckles all over his body. He used to let me connect the dots
on his arms with a pen. I made all sorts of designs, and later in life he
actually got one tattooed on his body.
Then there was Jacob Foster. The thought of him alone made
my belly flutter. He was the oldest, already seventeen, but I didn’t care… he
was my lobster. I loved him. He had called
me Kid since the day I was born or so I was told. I used to hate it because I
never wanted him to see me as a kid, but there would come a time where I would
long to hear him call me just that. He had vibrant green eyes that spoke for
themselves. I think he got that from his mom. He didn’t have any resemblance to
his dad, not even a little bit. His two younger sisters were a mixture of both
of them, but Jacob was like his own person, just carrying a few of his mom’s
features. I could always tell his mood through his eyes, they would change to
all different shades of green depending on his feelings. His eyes were like a
living mood ring. He was tall, way taller than me, but it didn’t matter. I knew
one day I would grow up and he wouldn’t be the giant that towered over me
anymore. He was also much broader than the other boys with defined facial
features. I think he was born with a ball cap on his head, he never took it
off. The only time he ever did was when I would steal it off his head and put
it on mine. It made me feel safe, like no
one could hurt me when his hat was on my head.
My friends were all in love with my brother, which naturally
I thought was disgusting. His dark hair and bright blue eyes had girls falling all
over him since the day he was born, but it didn’t matter. He already had his
lobster and her name was Half-Pint, well not really, that’s just what everyone
called her. Her actual name was Alexandra, Alex for short. She was fourteen
with dark brown hair and dark brown eyes like me. Lucas told me all the time
that I reminded him of her. I didn’t think so. I loved her. They loved each
other. You would be a fool not to notice.
The boys didn’t.
So I learned early on in life that boys were stupid.
Alex put up with way too much crap, from Lucas, from the
boys, and from our families. I marched to the strings of my own guitar. If you didn’t like it, too bad. You know
where you could go…
Well, I don’t want to brag or anything but I could sing and
play the guitar like nobody’s business. My mom used to say that I came out
singing. That I sang before I could even talk. It was my God-given talent. Music had always been an outlet
for me, I could always express myself through lyrics. It was therapeutic for me
to get lost in the symmetry of words and rhythm. I showed enough natural talent
with a guitar that my parents put me in lessons by the time I was six. Now my
guitar never left my side.
You could usually find me hanging out in my room playing and
singing at any time of the day, especially during the summer.
“Hey, Kid.”
Jacob…
I beamed, looking up at him from my bed with my guitar in my
lap.
“New tunes?”
I enthusiastically nodded. He always noticed when I played
new songs, which is why I often tried to learn new ones.
“I like it.”
I smiled, big and wide, sweeping my hair behind my ears so
he could see my face light up for him. He walked over to my desk and pulled out
my chair to sit. I knew what he wanted. Jacob loved the classics like Jimmy
Hendrix, Led Zeppelin, Santana, Lynyrd Skynyrd, The Rolling Stones, and Aerosmith.
I had no idea who those people were, but I looked them up on my computer. I
even bought music sheets with my allowance so I could play for him, begging my
instructor to teach me how to play Jacob’s favorites. Some of them were
complicated songs, but to his astonishment I picked them up quickly. It only
motivated him to teach me faster.
He called me a prodigy.
This would help me tremendously in my future. I guess in a
way Jacob shaped and molded me for the success I would have in the years to come, although I never thanked him for it. I
played Black Magic Woman on my guitar, my fingers gliding over the strings as if
they were an extension of my own body. Strumming the precise high and low
pitched tones effortlessly, with the skill of an experienced guitarist way
beyond my years, the intensity vibrating against my core. I lost myself in the
music, exactly how I always did.
Becoming one with my guitar. Hitting the last verse, making
the chord amplify into the slow progression of the ending of the song. I closed
my eyes and swayed my head along with the rhythm, biting my lip when it was
over and opening my eyes.
His eyes were dilated and his mouth wide open. “Damn...
Lillian. You are so talented,” he breathed out when I finished.
I smiled again, big and wide. He called me Lillian!
“Hey, dickwad, what are you doing in here?” Lucas
interrupted, much to my disappointment.
“Getting front row seats to
the show of a lifetime.”
I love him.
“I know, she’s been playing that song for the last week.
She’s getting good. Come on, the boys are in my room.”
“Where’s Half-pint?”
“Studying.”
He nodded and Lucas left.
“Want to come?” Jacob asked.
“Nah. I’m going to practice some more.”
“Okay, play loud so I can hear from over there.”
I grinned. “Okay.”
He stood and rustled up my hair with his fingers, making me
giggle before he left. I continued playing for a while, once again getting lost
in the music, but the laughter from my brother’s room started to get the best
of me. The curiosity to know what they were talking about had my feet moving of
their own accord. Before I knew it, I stood outside Lucas’s door.
“Jesus Christ, you have no idea how fucking amazing it
tastes, Lucas. Why haven’t you tried it with Stacey? You’ve already had sex
with her,” Jacob questioned, as I hid further behind the wall to eavesdrop.
“There are no words to explain it. You’re just going to have
to try it,” Austin added.
I chewed on my thumbnail, waiting for them to say what they
ate. Maybe I could eat it, too?
“Shut the fuck up. I’m done having this conversation,” Lucas
answered with agitation in his tone. It’s because he wanted to eat it with Alex.
Stacey was a cover up, like Ken with Barbie.
“Eat her pussy already!” Jacob yelled out and everyone laughed though I didn’t think there was
anything funny about it.
“Just fucking do it. You can thank me later. Trust me, the
way she will reciprocate will be enough for you to want to eat it again.”
I shook my head and left. Disgusted with their conversation.
“Kid!” Jacob yelled out a while later.
I jumped from my bed. “Yeah?” I shouted back.
“Come downstairs. I’m in the kitchen.”
I took a deep breath and went downstairs, walking into the
kitchen. “What?”
“What do you mean what?” He laughed. “Come try this. It’s my
favorite food.”
I glared at the plate of food in front of him and shook my
head no.
“You’ll like it. Come eat.”
I grabbed the fork, picking up a piece of meat.
“I brought this over especially for you, Kid,” he informed me
and I immediately dropped my fork on the plate, making a loud noise against the
glass.
“What’s your problem?” he immediately asked.
“Nothin’.”
“Then why aren’t you looking at me? Did I do something?”
“No.”
“Lillian,” he coaxed.
Dang it, again with
the Lillian. I took another deep breath and raised my eyes.
Concern and confusion spread all over his handsome face.
“What’s up, Kid?”
I folded my arms over my chest and whispered, “Are you
eating cat?”
He jerked his head back looking at me like I was crazy.
“I may have overheard some stuff today.”
“What stuff?” he followed, taking a sip of his drink.
“You said.” I bit my lip and his eyebrows lowered.
“You said… you love to eat pussy.”
He instantly spit out his drink and started coughing and
choking. I ran behind him to grab some paper towels.
“Are you okay?” I patted his back to help.
He cleared his throat and coughed a few more times. “Yes, I
just wasn’t expecting you to say that.”
“Well, at least you understand where I’m coming from then. I
don’t want to eat cat, Jacob. I don’t even think that’s legal. You could get in
a lot of trouble. I don’t want you guys
to get in trouble. I thought you loved cats?” I was freaking out and rambling,
throwing out as many questions as I could as I watched him clean up the mess
with nervous movements. He finished. His eyes averted
every which way before looking at me again.
It was now or never.
“What’s sex?”
“For fucks sake,” I roared, my hand rubbing the back of my
neck. “Fuck, I mean shit, I mean damn, Jesus,” I rambled, making her giggle.
I took off my hat, placing it on the counter. Lily smiled
and immediately grabbed it, placing it on her head. I never understood why she
did that, but a sense of calm almost instantaneously came over her.
I ran both my hands through my hair and pulled it back in a
frustrated gesture, rubbing at my temples for good measure.
“I don’t think I’m the right person you should be talking to
about this.”
She shrugged her shoulders. “Who am I suppose to ask then?”
“Your mom.”
“She tried to talk to me about it, but it didn’t really make
sense. She mumbled mostly. I don’t think she really knows,” she reasoned and
now it was my turn to laugh.
“What do you want to know?”
“Do you love her?”
“Who?”
“The girl.”
I cocked my head to the side. “Exactly how much do you
know?”
“My mom says you’re supposed to love that person. That it
doesn’t mean anything unless you love them.” A sad expression fell over her
face. “So, do you love her?”
I shook my head. “Not quite. Although, your mom’s right, fuc… I mean making love… should be between two
people that love each other. It should mean something.”
“Oh,” she breathed out. “Is that what you do?”
“Let’s not talk about me. I’m talking about what applies to
you, which is all that matters.”
She nodded. “Well, maybe. Maybe one day… when I’m older. I
mean… never mind.”
I smiled. “One day, Lillian, you’re going to have guys
waiting in line for you. Trust me on that one.”
She bit her lip like she wanted to say something.
“And I’m going to kick each one of their fucking asses if
they hurt you.”
She beamed again. I loved that I was able to ease her
emotional turmoil.
She was a kid.
A sweet kid.
I wanted to keep her innocent for as long
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I read opening chapter.Wow!!
I read opening chapter.Wow!!
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