Page 6 of Something So Strong

What the actual fuck is going on?

I’m not gay. I don’t like guys.

Sure, I know when one’s hot. Romeo and Saxon are both tens, but I’ve never actually wanted to—

Fuck! Stop it!

I slap both hands against my face and drag them down my cheeks.

I don’t want to do shit.

Kai is just a lad who happens to have unbelievably enticing eyes, and I’m physically shagged senseless from the past day and a half.

That’s it.

End of story.

No new and confusing plot points, thank you very much!

I know he’s still standing on the other side of the door. I could feel it even before the shadows of his feet gave it away.

At the airport, the girl was who I saw first. With her hips and thighs so thick, and that bare, soft stomach. Bleach blonde, almost white—her hair skimmed her jaw as she tucked it behind her ear and silently judged me whilst at the same time reveling in the attention my eyes were giving her.

Then, I saw him, and I haven’t seen anything else since. Not his friends. Nothing. The entire two-hour ride from Calgary airport, I spent more time looking at him in the rearview mirror than I did the road.

I make him nervous, and the feelings mutual. But I don’t get flustered. My cheeks don’t redden like his do, making the freckles over his nose stand out. He did make my cock hard, though, and I know that’s never happened on sight. Not once. Never has something as meager as eye contact shot an arrow straight from my brain to my dick, nicking something in my chest on its way down.

And… He’s a guy. His shoulders are wide, his thighs look sweeter than candy wrapped up in his skinny jeans, and his dirty blond hair makes him too fucking pretty for his own good. But… he has a dick.

No tits.

No pussy.

No delicate fingers.

No soft curves.

No luscious voice that gets higher the more he’s turned on. His voice is deep with a thick accent that screams of a private school education and more money than he knows what to do with. I bet he’s never even had a conversation with someone as dirt-poor as me. Someone with so little to lose, they don’t let anything stand in the way of what they want.

Fuck. I never even felt like this when Millie dumped Josh in front of the whole school and professed her love for me. I let her kiss me while Amy, Candace, and Laura clapped on the sidelines. I slid my hand into the back of her hair and eyed Josh the whole time his ex fucked my mouth with her tongue. But there wasn’t even the slightest surge of anything that went on inside me. I may as well have been making out with my grandmother. Sexy as that sounds.

I did fuck her that night, though. She’d begged me to, and it was the worst thing I could have done because even though it only lasted ten minutes, it was the best I’d ever felt in my life.

All the alcohol and cigarettes in the world couldn’t compare to the power I had. She hung on to everything I did. And the feeling of sinking into something so soft and warm and aching for me gave me a high nearly as life-altering as coming inside her.

Almost every night that first month, Millie snuck out of her house and made the trek to the end of Russell Road and into my bed until it became a little too routine for me. Then it was Laura, behind Dad’s shed; bent over—hands against the splintery wood. I knew Millie would be upset, but I didn’t care. Any emotions I had left died when I was forced to my knees and stretched over that fucking log.

All I knew was what felt good, and power and pussy felt fucking amazing.

Millie’s and Laura’s.

And Amy’s mouth and tongue. That girl could suck a golf ball through a garden hose.

Then there was Candace, the most deviant of all. She had me eating her out in the library while she jerked me off with her feet. Those pure white, cotton, knee-high socks were so smooth against me. And when she shoved her fingers in my mouth, my pleasure sensors sparked like pop rocks and I was as complete as I was ever going to be.

She was my favorite. She let me do all the things the others wouldn’t and never asked for me to be exclusive in return. I think that’s why I kept her around the longest, not that I gave it much thought. I didn’t give any of them much thought as soon as they made me come. It didn’t mean I hated them. We were still friends, but once the switch had flipped, they were also vessels, and all I cared about was which one was going to get me off next…

The door to the shit box elevator clangs open and I sense it’s Alma before I even see her. She would have ridden it all the way down and back up to give Jesse enough time to get inside his room.

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