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“Do you want me, Lana?” I bite my lip and my pussy clenches. I don’t love Joel. I haven’t for a long time, but he has the upper hand, he controls my every move. I hesitate my next move. I’m not a cheater and I never will be, but his lips on my ear make me want to sin. Say fuck Joel and run away with Kingston and let him take me like a man in a Harlequin novel.
I lean back, our eyes meeting and staring over each other’s faces. “I think of you, every time he touches me. Every time, I’m repulsed. I never want it. The only way I can get through it without him hurting me, is if I think of you. I long for you to be the one making love to me.”
“Baby, I will be...”
“Lana! What the fuck is this?” Jumping away and back from Kingston, I peer up at Joel standing over us, his chest heaving up and down rapidly, his face red and his hands clenched at his side.
“Joel, it’s not what it looks like.”
“Bullshit you fucking whore! Get in the car now!”
“Why don’t you back the fuck off!” Kingston stands, putting himself between Joel and me. For a moment I can breathe, thanking God for the protection. That only lasts a second when fists start flying.
“Kingston, Joel, stop!” I pull at Kingston’s shirt, his hot skin stunning me.
“No, this piece of shit deserves it. I know you fucking hit her, you fucker. I know those bruises are from you and she for some reason protects your weak ass, but not on my watch. So leave. Get the fuck out of here before her parents get home and I tell them where her bruises really came from!” his voice booms in a load roar.
“You’ll regret this. Both of you.” Joel looks at me over Kingston’s shoulder with his bloody lip, he’s shorter compared to Kings. If looks could kill that one would send me straight six feet under. I drop my eyes to the wooden porch, avoiding that look any longer. I know that this isn’t over.
We watch him climb in the car with his frightening men, the ones who watch me when he isn’t around. Joel’s eyes watch me until he turns the corner. Kings turns to me and grabs my face.
“You okay?”
“No. This isn’t good.” I start to sob, knowing damn well he just caused a war. Pulling me into his chest he rocks me back and forth.
“He won’t hurt you forever. I promise we will get you out of this, okay?”
I just nod, not believing him for a second. Joel will always be in my life, physically, emotionally, everything.
That night when I left Joel’s I told my parents I broke my wrist at cheer practice. They believed it and rushed me to the ER. They always believed their little girl.
Knocking brings me out of the awful flashback. I watch Kingston’s tattooed knuckles rapping against the door. His strong manly hands, ones that keep me warm. Ones that will never hurt me like Joel’s did. I look up at the lining of his face and smile.
“Thank you for being you.” He releases a deep breath, one he’s been holding in since we left the car.
“Thank you for letting me be me,” he replies, leaning down to kiss me.
I turn my body inward, facing him. Grabbing a fistful of his shirt I wrap it in my hands as he leans down further to grab my ass. I moan into his kiss forgetting completely that we’re outside my parents’ house.
Kissing him deeper, he squeezes me into him harder, his comfortable gym shorts doing nothing to hide his hard on pressing into my stomach.
“Well, I never thought I’d get a front row seat to my daughter’s sexcapade.” Breaking from the kiss at the sound of my mother’s soft, raspy voice—similar to mine, I chuckle and wipe my lips before running my thumb over Kingston’s bottom one, removing the last trace of my lip gloss. He doesn’t lean up quite yet, his hands still gripping my ass hard. I clear my throat and see a switch flip in his eyes. Letting go of me like I’m on fire, he smiles at my mom before turning to head back to the car without a word.
“Kings!” I yell after him, it’s rude to leave and not say anything to my mom. Where is he going?
“Sorry, forgot the luggage in the car!” He waves his hand over his shoulder not looking back.
“That could’ve waited!”
“No, it couldn’t have!”
“Yes it could, damn it!” I hear mom snort next to me. I catch a glimpse at her smiling face before looking back at Kings.
“Fine! Have it your way! I have a fucking boner and I didn’t think it was appropriate to hug your mother with my dick hard!” My jaw drops and my cheeks heat. Oh my god, did he really just say that? I know he has no filter, but this is my mom.
I pivot slowly to face her to apologize, thankful dad’s not home yet and I’m surprised with a toppled over mother, laughing like a hyena. Becky is a true hippie, I get my foul mouth and zero filter from her. My dad married a complete opposite when he found my mother and by some miraculous force they worked out.
“Mom! It’s not funny!” I slap her shoulder and she tumbles back.
