Bad For You: A Seabreeze novel Page 21

  “Where are you staying?” he asked against my mouth. “I need to be inside you. Soon. Now.”

  “The house I grew up in,” I said, not wanting to go there. It was filled with bad memories, ones I didn’t want to feel now. Not anymore.

  “Go get in the passenger seat. We’re going to get a hotel room,” he said with one last kiss and a pat to my bottom.

  I hurried around the car to get in, when I noticed a girl my age standing by her car watching me. I’d gone to school with her, and she’d been a member of the church. But she’d never once been nice to me. She had been one of the many to make jokes about me and make me feel even more unwanted than I already had felt. She had been watching me kiss Krit. She’d seen the way he held me, and a smile touched my lips. I guess I just gave her something to talk about. I lifted my hand and waved at her before climbing inside the car.

  KRIT

  Keeping my hands off Blythe long enough to get us to the nearest hotel and checked in was hard. So, the moment I closed the door to the room behind me, I picked her up and carried her to the bed. Throwing her down, I watched as she giggled and smiled up at me. Jerking my shirt off, I tossed it aside, and then I made quick work of my jeans and boots. She sat there watching me as if mesmerized.

  “Naked, love. I want you naked,” I told her.

  She snapped out of her trance and started undressing, and this time it was me who watched with complete fascination.

  When her bra dropped to the floor and she tugged her shorts and panties down, I wanted to take time to appreciate how fucking beautiful she was. But that would have to wait until next time because I needed inside her more than I needed to breathe. “Please tell me you take birth control.” I wanted in her without a barrier so bad, I could taste it.

  She shook her head. “I’ve never needed it,” she said, looking crestfallen.

  “Soon as we get home, you’re going to the doctor. I want you bare. Nothing between us,” I told her, then kissed her lips as I leaned back to put the condom on.

  “Wait,” she said, reaching out to stop me. I started to ask why, when she touched the piercing she’d only stared at before with wonder. I hadn’t given her a chance to explore it the other times. I had been too ready to get inside her, and she’d been nervous.

  “Love,” I said through my teeth, then followed it with a hiss as she wrapped her hand around my cock. “Oh, hell.” I fisted both my hands and watched as she ran her thumb over the metal that I’d gotten one drunken night after a dare.

  “Does it hurt?” she asked when my body jerked in response to her touch.

  “Not the way you’re thinking,” I said. “But we might need to do this show and tell another time, love. I’m real close and you touching me ain’t helping.”

  A sneaky smile tugged at her lips as she lowered her head and ran her tongue over the tip of my swollen head. “Fuck!” I grabbed her by the waist and tossed her back down on the bed. Her legs fell open, and my cock slipped right inside her wet slit. It had its own suction as it pulled me in and squeezed.

  Blythe cried out, and her hips came up off the bed. It was hot, and holy hell, she was soaking wet. The sensation as I began to move was different than anything I had ever felt. Something was different. It was better and, motherfuck, I didn’t think it could get any better with her.

  “Ohgod, ohgod, ohgod, I can feel it.” Blythe panted. “I can, Krit, I can feel it. It’s touching something I can’t.” She cried out my name again and began to shiver, trying to get me deeper. It was different for her, too. “There! Oh God! Krit! Oh God!” She clawed at my back as she wrapped herself around me like she couldn’t get close enough. Her body began shaking and small cries escaped her.

  Just before I found my release, I realized what she felt. With one hard jerk backward, I shot my release all over her stomach. I’d forgot the condom. I stared down at my cock and her juices coated it as it lay on her stomach. She’d marked me this time.

  Her gaze lifted from my cum all over her stomach and on the tips of her breasts to look at me. “Oops,” she said, her eyes wide.

  A laugh erupted out of me, and I watched her press her lips together to keep from laughing too. Then she dropped her gaze back to my dick. “I need to get birth control because that piercing was definitely my very favorite.”

  “Is that so?” I asked, thinking that being buried in her with nothing between us was my very favorite.

  She nodded. “Oh yeah.”

  She wasn’t leaving me. I hadn’t lost her. She was mine. “Let me go get a towel and clean up my mess,” I said, standing up.

  “You kinda did make a big one.”

  “Couldn’t help it, love. Your tight little pussy milking me like it couldn’t get me deep enough kinda sent me over the edge.”

  Her eyes flared, and the heat was back. Hell yes. My girl liked sex.

  “Blythe.”

  “Yes?”

  “You’re perfect. I wouldn’t change a thing. Know that,” I told her, then turned to go get a towel. Now that I knew she’d lived a life of being put down, I intended to make sure she spent the rest of her life being reminded how wonderful she was.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  BLYTHE

  Krit was outside the door. He wasn’t ready to face Malcolm, and I wondered if he ever would be. I walked into the room and sat down in the chair beside Malcolm. They said he could go home tomorrow. The church was supplying him with a nurse, and I didn’t want to stay. Not any longer. I had to get back to my new life. The one where I had something worth living for.

  “You’re leaving,” he said as he opened his eyes and looked at me.

  “Yeah. It’s time I went home,” I told him. Krit was my home now. I had a home to go to, and that felt good. No, it felt amazing.

  “The pierced tattooed guy?” he asked.

  I nodded. “His name is Krit,” I told him.

  Malcolm glanced at the door. “He out there?”

  “Yes, but he doesn’t like you. He, uh, he isn’t sure he should be around you. He doesn’t forgive you for . . .” I didn’t finish that. Malcolm understood.

  “So he loves you then,” Malcolm said.

  “Yeah, he does.”

  “Do you love him?”

  “More than life. He’s my home. He’s healed me. Fixed all that was broken,” I told the man who had played a part in breaking me.

  Malcolm didn’t say anything. He turned his head and looked out the window. “Go be happy, Blythe. Go live the life you deserved all along. Let him love you the way you deserve to be loved.”

  He didn’t say he loved me. But he did tell me to go. So I stood up and did as I was told. When I stepped out of the door, Krit’s arms were right there holding me close to his hard safe body. “You’re my home too,” he said against my head.

  “Let’s go home,” I told him.

  Krit slid his arm over my shoulders and we walked through the waiting room where church members sat waiting to visit Malcolm. They all looked at me and then at the sexy rocker whose arm was possessively wrapped around me. I smiled at them and walked away. Away from the life that hadn’t wanted me and toward the life that I was meant for.

  KRIT

  Blythe was sleeping in my arms when the knocking on her apartment door started. We had gotten home late, and she was exhausted. I slipped out of bed, jerked on my discarded jeans, and headed for the door before Blythe was disturbed.

  Trisha stood outside Blythe’s door with Britt and Jedrick Owens. I’d gone to school with Jedrick. Last I heard, he was playing football at Oklahoma State. Dude was a monster on the field. “What’s this?” I asked, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

  “Inside!” Trisha barked, and strutted in. She had her “don’t mess with me” look on her face. Britt and Jedrick followed her, and Jedrick’s eyes met mine.

  “Your sister scares the shit out me, man,” he muttered as he sauntered into the apartment.

  I managed a grin and turned to look at Trisha, who looked li
ke she was ready to lay the smackdown on anyone who interrupted her. “I took Britt to the doctor. I was tired of her not going, so I made the appointment and took her myself. She fought me on it a little, but then she decided it was in her best interest to do as I said,” Trisha said, shooting a glare at Britt, who stiffened. “She’s pregnant, all right. Four months pregnant to be specific. Four months ago Britt wasn’t even in Sea Breeze. She had gone to see her aunt in Oklahoma. It was summer break, and she and Jedrick had hooked up during spring break and had been talking on the phone.

  “Problem was, Britt’s daddy is a redneck and a racist. Britt knew her daddy would never let her date Jedrick. Didn’t matter that he was already being drafted into the NFL. He was the wrong color. So, Britt ran off to spend time with him.” Trisha stopped and looked at Jedrick.

  “Now you tell us all about the protection you used with Britt,” Trisha told Jedrick.

  The guy stifled a yawn. Apparently, my sister had woken him up too. “We didn’t. Britt said she was clean and on birth control.”

  “How often did you have sex with Britt that month?” Trisha asked.

  “Fuck, I don’t know. A couple of times a day, every day. She’s a fucking machine.” He paused and grinned. “Fucking machine,” he repeated, and laughed at his own joke.

  “And why did you want to slap Krit with Jedrick’s baby?” Trisha asked Britt, who let out a loud annoyed sigh and shot daggers at my sister.

  “Because I love Krit,” she replied.

  “Wrong answer. Try again,” Trisha repeated in a sharp tone.

  “Because the condom broke that one time. When it happened, I knew I could say it was his and he’d believe me.”

  Trisha motioned toward Jedrick. “Hate to point out the obvious, but when the baby was born, it was gonna be obvious it wasn’t Krit’s. He and Jedrick do not share the same color skin.”

  Britt threw her hands up in the air. “I didn’t know what I was gonna do! I was desperate. I was starting to show, and my dad noticed. He demanded I tell him whose baby it was. He was yelling and calling me a slut. I couldn’t tell him it was Jederick’s. He would have killed me. So, I said it was Krit’s.”

  My relief was turning into rage as I realized what Britt had almost taken from me. That Blythe had dealt with a life-changing bomb without me there to hold her because of Britt’s lie. I took a step toward her, when Jedrick stepped in front of me.

  “Dat’s my baby mama, man,” he said.

  “Krit.” Blythe’s sweet voice called out, and I turned around to see her standing there in my T-shirt. “It’s okay. It’s really better than okay,” she said, a smile lighting up her face. She’d heard everything. She was right. “Let them go.” Her eyes shifted to Trisha’s. “Except Trisha. I can make coffee if she wants to stay.”

  “She wants to leave too,” I answered without looking back at my sister. I was thankful for her hand in figuring this out, but I wanted my morning alone with Blythe.

  “Day-um,” Jedrick said, reminding me there was another man in the room.

  “Go back to the room,” I told her, stepping in his line of view.

  Jedrick laughed. “Don’ blame you at all.”

  “Go,” I said, pointing to the door.

  Jedrick looked more than happy to leave, and Britt scurried out behind him. I turned to look at Trisha. “Thanks.”

  She reached over and patted my cheek like I was ten. “That’s what big sisters are for. Fixing shit,” she said with a smile. “Now, go be happy. She came back, didn’t she? Even when she thought you were gonna be someone else’s baby daddy,” she pointed out.

  “If I run off to Vegas and get hitched, you’ll forgive me for not having a wedding right?” I asked her.

  “You run off to Vegas and I’ll kill you,” she said with a smile, then turned and walked to the door. “Bye, Blythe!” she called out.

  Blythe’s head peeked around the corner. “Bye! I’d say again that you could stay, but he doesn’t seem to like that idea,” she said, grinning as she looked at me.

  “I can see that. I’ll let y’all enjoy your morning,” she said, then left us alone.

  Blythe stepped out of her hidden spot behind the door and walked toward me. “I would have stayed by your side through it all. But I’m very glad that the only babies you’ll be having will be mine.”

  Grabbing her and carrying her over to the sofa while she squealed, I sank down with her in my lap. “If you don’t go get birth control fast, we’ll be having those babies a lot sooner than planned,” I told her.

  “I’m going to the clinic today,” she assured me, then kissed my nose. “I love you this morning.”

  “I love you more this morning,” I replied, then slid my hands under my shirt that was covering her up. “I had intended to wake you up by kissing these beauties,” I told her as I held her breasts in my hands.

  “I hate that I missed that, but we can go back in there and I can pretend to be asleep,” she said with a little sexy smirk.

  “Can you pretend to be asleep naked? That way I can wake you up by sliding my tongue up that hot little slit between your legs.”

  Blythe’s eyes flared, and she wiggled off my lap and stood up.

  “Where are you going?” I asked, reaching for her to bring her back.

  She dodged me and grinned. “No way. I’m going to go pretend I’m asleep.” She ran for the room then glanced back over her shoulder. “Naked,” she called out.

  Jumping up, I followed behind, giving her just enough time to strip down and get back in our bed.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Two months later

  BLYTHE

  I had almost finished writing my first complete novel. It was a romance. And an epic one at that. I was thrilled with how it had come together, and even if no one else ever read it, I had it to reread and remember. Because it was our story. It was a story of healing, redemption, passion, forgiveness, and love.

  I wanted to have it edited and at least bound before Christmas. The one person I did want to read it was Krit. I would have never guessed that the beautiful man who had stood watching me twirl around my apartment with an amused grin would be the one to make me whole. Our story was beautiful, and having it all written down in words meant it was a story that would never be forgotten. When we are long gone, our great-grandchildren would have this story to read and know that they came from love.

  Krit opened the door and stepped inside. I closed my MacBook so he couldn’t peek at the words.

  “Put it there.” I pointed at the spot I’d cleared out in our living room.

  Krit picked up the Virginia pine tree we had picked out together at the Christmas tree farm, carried it over to the corner, and stood it up.

  It was going to be my first real Christmas. I had never been given a Christmas present or I’d never decorated a tree. Those were things I’d watched happen in the house I’d grown up in, but I’d never been invited to participate.

  “How’s that?” Krit asked, standing back to survey his work.

  “Perfect,” I told him, throwing my arms around his neck. “Now we get to decorate.” The excitement was almost too much. I had always wanted to decorate a tree.

  “Love, I’ll do whatever the hell you want me to as long as it makes you smile like that,” he said, turning around and kissing me firmly on the mouth.

  “Good. Because we’re decorating cookies tonight, and that will make me smile,” I told him.

  He smirked. “Icing and you and a kitchen counter. Yeah, sounds like my kind of fun.”

  “The icing goes on the cookies,” I told him.

  He nodded. “Sure it does. And then it goes on your nipples, and if you’re really good, between your thighs.”

  The catch in my breath made him grin. “That’s what I thought. My girl likes to play.”

  “Okay, we’ll play, but only if I get to put some icing on my favorite piercing.” I said.

  His eyes lit up, and he tugged my hand, pulling me
toward the kitchen.

  “What are you doing? We have a tree to decorate,” I said, giggling as I followed him.

  “No, love. We are going to get that icing and let you put it on your favorite piercing. Play first, decorate the tree later.”

  “Krit,” I said, and he stopped and looked back at me.

  “Yeah, sweetheart?”

  “I love you.”

  He towered over me, and his blue eyes smoldered as he gazed down at me. “I love you more,” he whispered against my lips, then he made me forget about decorations and cookies. I was lost in the one man who had been made just for me.

  Lyrics

  Bad for You

  Verse 1

  I’ve always had an addictive personality—

  Take a little then want a little more.

  Being told no isn’t okay with me.

  They call it obsession, but I know it’s more.

  Pre-Chorus

  I know they tell you to stay away from the devil,

  But, baby, come a little closer, open my door.

  Chorus

  They say I’m bad for you.

  They say I’m wrong for the innocent, I’ll only burn you up.

  But I’m addicted now, and there’s no changing that.

  I just may be bad for you, but this lesson you’re gonna learn.

  Verse 2

  Accuse me of insanity or desire to possess.

  I’ve heard it before but never like this.

  I’d tell you not to fear this, but then I’d be a liar.

  You lost your free will right after our first kiss.

  Pre-Chorus

  I know they tell you to stay away from the devil.

  But, baby, come a little closer. Open my door.

  Chorus

  They say I’m bad for you.

  They say I’m wrong for an angel, I’ll only burn you up.