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“Alex…I have something to tell you,” I said nervously.
She cocked her head at me. “I thought there might be,” she said softly.
And then I told hereverything.
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Talon~
I was going to kill her.
I was going to wrap my hands around that slender, delicate, smooth neck of hers and strangle the life out of her.
Kenzlee’s been avoiding me since Friday, and the only reason I hadn’t shown up at her place yet was because I knew nothing about Alexandria’s family. For all I knew, her father could be a sheriff, and I didn’t need to be hauled away in handcuffs. But let me find out he was an accountant or some such shit and Kenzlee’s safety net would be gone.
I’ve spent all weekend drunk off my ass and having Lars and Hunter babysit me from making an ass out of myself. My mind has been consumed with nothing but Kenzlee since I slid out of her Friday night, and I feared I was in real danger of losing my ever lovin’ mind.
I’d never had sex without a condom before and knowing the risk to my future, I had taken Kenzlee bare, anyway. I hadn’t cared about anything or anyone but her. Our connection had blinded me to all my other responsibilities, and had she not been on protection, I wouldn’t have cared about the repercussions.
And that terrified me.
It terrified me because I finally found the one person who exceeded the ranks of my sister and mother, and if Kenzlee changed her mind about us, I’d probably kill her.
I mean, how would I live without her?
And if it wasn’t enough that the girl had already taken over my mind, heart, and soul, now that my body knew what it felt like to be inside her, I wasn’t sure how I’d be able to see her every day at school and not justtakeher.
Fuck, how I wanted to take her.
I wanted to own every inch of her and only let her up long enough to catch a breath. And I wanted her to feel the same way about me. I wanted her every waking thought to be of me. I wanted her crippled with the need to ride my cock. I wanted her tofearlosing me. I wanted her to see her next fifty years with me. I wanted her to search me out every time I wasn’t near because that’s what the girl did to me.
She made me fucking crazy.
And if I’m going to be fucking crazy, well then, she should be too.
On top of everything else, I had been right about Miss. Manners. Kenzlee had looked magnificent when I was balls deep in her, and I wanted to stare at her like that forever, but sadly, my penis isn’t able to stay erect forever no matter that I had youth on my side. But when she panicked and begged me to take her back to Alex, I almost held her captive by the tree because I had wanted to see it.
I had wanted to watch Kenzlee break down emotionally and mentally. I wanted to see her trust me with that level of vulnerability. I wanted to witness her collapse and then be the one to put her back together. The only reason I hadn’t was because we had been where we were.
Kenzlee’s surrender needed to happen in private. It needed to be for my eyes only. Had she broken down, I would have had to take her back to Alex a mess, and I wasn’t going to do that. No matter how close Kenzlee and Alexandria were, all of Kenzlee’s emotions belonged to me. I was going to be the keeper of her weaknesses. And I was going to protect them with my life.
When she hadn’t answered my text asking if she got home safely on Friday, I had had Hunter get Alex’s number and text her. When she had texted back that they were both home I had gone home and jerked off to the memory of the trees twice before I took a shower and crashed.
When Kenzlee ignored me all day yesterday, I had called up Lars and Hunter last night and had the lead me to the nearest house party to drink my irritation away. I was on a serious mission to drink myself stupid when Lars had cut me off and I ended up crashing at their place.
Thankfully, I had the biggest hangover known to man this morning, so I was finally able to concentrate on something other than Kenzlee ignoring my calls and texts. It wasn’t until about two this afternoon that I finally started feeling human again. Luckily, Edie had covered for me and told Mom there was a bug going around and so she made me some soup and Edie had delivered it since Mom couldn’t afford to get sick.
Now it was Sunday evening and Mom was at work while I was in the kitchen making Edie some dinner and making enough to have leftovers for Mom when she got home. And because my sister didn’t know what boundaries were, she plopped herself down at the kitchen table and asked, “Is it Kenzlee? Is she the reason you were stupid hungover this morning?”
I didn’t look back at my sister, but I did let out a sigh loud enough to let her know I didn’t appreciate her butting into my business. “Don’t you have homework to do, or extra credit, or something?” I mumbled.
“Nope,” she sassed back. “I finished it all while you were eating your soup, you poor thing.” I shot her a look over my shoulder. She laughed. “Don’t look at me. That was all Mom.”
Screw it.
“Kenzlee’s been ignoring me all weekend,” I confessed.
“What d’you do, Talon?” my sister said accusatorily.
