Page 75 of Just for Fun
”He’d always promise that he’d come pick us up at a certain time on a certain day…”
In my mind, I replay those moments. I remember how excited I was knowing that he was coming to get us and spend some time with us.
”He kept his promise in the beginning…”
Kyle applies a bit more pressure on the back of my head, and I close my eyes in pleasure when he hits one particular spot.
”It didn’t last long,” I continue. “At first, he started being late. Like, really, really late. He would always have these excuses on why that was happening.”
I remember my mother’s anger during those times. She never said a bad word about him, but it was right there on her face. She had gotten to the point where she couldn’t stand the sight of him because of how hard I was crying about it.
”Then…” I take a deep breath in, memories hitting me hard, one by one. “He started missing days…”
Kyle stops moving his hand on my head. “He just wouldn’t show up?”
”Pretty much,” I shrug. “Mom would have us all dressed and ready to go, our bags packed at our feet. We’d sit on the porch and wait… And… He just stopped coming.”
”Wow!”
“Anyway…” I try to laugh and make light of it. “I decided right then and there that I would never have anything to do with anyone who was late. No matter the reason.”
Kyle clenches his fingers in my hair and pulls lightly until I bring my head up so he can see my face.
“I will admit that this is a bit extreme, babe.” He stares intently into my eyes. “But I understand the why behind it.” He brings my head closer so he can give me a quick kiss on the lips. “I’m sorry for being such an asshole and leaving you stranded at the diner when we were supposed to meet for breakfast. It won’t happen again.”
”Kyle, I…”
My eyes fill with unshed tears, and I don’t know what to say. He is being so incredibly sweet and understanding, and I didn’t expect that.
”I’ve never had a strict schedule.” He continues talking like I am not falling in love with him as we speak. “I never had to clock in or out, and when I went somewhere, I figured that when I got there, I got there, and that would be the end of it.”
I swallow around the lump in my throat.
”I’m sorry for upsetting you when I was late for breakfast, and also for not being at the restaurant a few minutes early. When we met for the first time,” he elaborates when he notices that I’m confused.
“You have nothing to apologize for, Kyle.”
I take a deep breath in and brace myself for acting like this is not that important, when in fact, it means everything to me.
”After all, this is only temporary, right?” My voice shakes a bit when I say the words. “It’s just for a little bit of fun.”
His body stiffens next to me, but he doesn’t comment on what I just said. I am a bit disappointed, having hoped that he would try to convince me that I am wrong, and that we will get to see each other a lot more, especially once the two events we both committed for are over and done with.
”Just for fun,” he agrees, his tone gruff and unforgiving.
He pulls me into him, pressing his mouth hard against mine. I whimper and open my lips in invitation, which he doesn’t delay in taking advantage of. His tongue is more aggressive this time, but he pulls back before I have time to match his energy. His lips skim my cheek before he starts licking gently the tender skin on my neck.
”How about we have some fun now?”
I whimper with need, and my skin breaks out in goosebumps. He sinks his teeth and bites, maybe a little harder than before, but in the same spot that he sucked on only a short while ago.
My legs get restless from the pleasure he inflicts on me, and I can feel myself getting wet again. When his slides a hand under the covers, I jump, startled by the feel of it on my already overheated skin.
”We’ll have all the fun,” he says.
His hand skims over the curve of my hip, sliding over my buttock where it pauses just enough to squeeze me hard. It then goes down lower until the tip of his finger brushes over my back entrance. That is so surprising, I don’t know how to react. My breath hitches in the back of my throat, scared of what might happen next, but still very much turned on.
Just when I think he’s about to slide his hand inside of me from behind, he pulls back.
