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Chapter 5
Fox~
One of the good things about living in a college town was that there were always bars opened until two in the morning. Even on a random Wednesday night, I’d found a bar, it’s neon lights calling my name.
The problem was that I wasn’t even sure if the animosity between me and Kincaid was my fault or hers. Did I react to her, or did she react to me? Was I wrong for resenting her for moving on, or was she wrong for resenting me because I haven’t?
I’ve always known who Kincaid Black was because it was hard not to. Growing up with the limelight on our parents’ reputations, it was hard not to have heard about each other. It was the same way with the guys. Just like the Harringtons, Vosses, Carmichaels, Lexingtons, and Remingtons, the Blacks were all over the society pages, too.
However, it hadn’t been until the summer before our freshman year that I had actually met Kincaid in person. We’d been one of the few students who had moved to Serenity Springs way before the beginning of the start of classes. Because Hales University was the college that The Order picked their pawns from, there wasn’t housing requirements for students. You couldn’t allow a Harrington to live off-campus in his own condo and not allow another student who could afford the same to live on his own, also. It would raise too many questions and it would reek of obvious favoritism. So, because of that, students could live wherever they could afford if they didn’t want to live in the dorms.
With Serenity Springs pretty much still asleep for the summer, the few of us that had been around hadn’t been hard to spot. However, even if the city had been crawling with a million people, Kincaid would still have stood out.
The girl was only standing at five-foot-three, but it was a powerful five-foot-three. Kincaid had long black hair that matched these otherworldly black eyes. She was the first person that I had ever met who had black eyes, and it was an incredible combination. One of my favorite things about her was how her hair was naturally curly, but people didn’t know that. She straightened it most of the time, and only a few people knew what it looked like when she was fresh out of the shower.
I was one of those people.
Then there was her face. It was sheer perfection. Her black brows were arched with just the right amount of attitude and her black lashes just added to the magnificence of her eyes. Porcelain skin with a flawless complexion, she had a pert nose, rosy cheeks, and a pair of lips that were made for sucking a man’s dick. Straight white teeth finished off the excellence of her face.
Of course, there was also her body. If it weren’t enough that her face could drop a man to his knees, she had a body that could induce full-blown heart attacks if you were ever fortunate enough to see it fully naked. Hell, she didn’t even have to be naked. Even with her clothes on, it was easy to make out those traffic-stopping curves. Kincaid had an hourglass figure, and if her mind was as sharp as an arrow, then her body was the bow.
Everything about Kincaid Black was dangerous.
We’d met at a convenient store of all places. She’d been arguing with the cashier as I’d been walking up to get in line behind her. The cashier had been trying to tell her that there was nothing wrong with the gas pumps, and that perhaps her gender had something to do with her having difficulty working the nozzle.
I thought Kincaid was going to murder the man.
However, before she could catch a court case, I had intervened, offering to pump her gas for her. Those black eyes had shot fire my way, and I had fallen in love.
Hard.
Kincaid had seen it as a challenge, and I’d gone out there, determined not to fail in front of this girl. However, I had.
Epically.
It had taken another ten minutes arguing with the cashier before he’d gone out to try it himself, finally conceding that the pump was out of order. I thought Kincaid was going to murder him on the spot. So, after a very lengthy apology, a refund on everything that she had purchased, and one complimentary tank of gas, Kincaid had been ready to tell both of us to fuck off and be on her way.
Only that’s not what had happened.
After failing to be her hero, I had finally introduced myself, asked her if she wanted to have dinner, and she had surprisingly said yes.
Dinner had lasted three hours in one of the best nights of my life. I’d never had a three-hour dinner with a girl before, and everything about it had felt different. Every word out of her mouth had felt like the gospel. I had wanted to learn everything about her. I had wanted to hear her voice talk about anything for as long as possible. Her voice, her laugh, her smirks, her every mannerism had captivated me, and by the time I had paid the tab, I’d been in deep in love. Talk about being in way over your head, that had been me. I’d been drowning in everything that was Kincaid Black, and I’d never wanted anything more in my life.
My life’s plan no longer mattered. The Order no longer matter. Family, friends, school, life…none of it mattered anymore. All that had matter was the girl bewitching me with simple conversation.
After dinner, I had driven her home, and I’d had every intention of leaving her on her doorstep, a simple kiss goodnight if luck had been on my side.
Oh, I’d gotten the kiss alright.
What had started out as a chaste kiss had turned into the hottest connection ever.
Kincaid had made the first move, taking my face in her hands, leaning upward, then placing the softest kiss ever on my lips. My hands had immediately found her hips, and when I had leaned in to deepen the kiss, it’d been all over after that.
The sweet kiss had turned into a feverish need to consume her, and consume her, I had. Even with everything that came afterwards during the three months that we’d been together, that first night with Kincaid was still the best night of my life. Probably because she’d given me her virginity that night. Still, if you’ve never had someone set your body on fire with passion so explosive that you’d die for it, then you haven’t lived.
We couldn’t get enough of each other that night, and it’d been like that during our entire time together. The need for each other had never waned, and we’d done things that I’d never imagined doing before. Never mind the madness that happened in the bedroom, but we’d done things in public, too.
Common sense hadn’t existed between us. A day hadn’t gone by where I hadn’t been inside her at some point. The more we fucked, the more desperate we’d been for each other. Sure, there’d been a lot of getting to know each other during the downtime, and we had even made time for the movies, dinner, bowling, and fun things like that, but it had all revolved around the insatiable thirst to sexually destroy each other. It’d gotten so bad that I’d had serious concerns for when school started. I’d had no idea how I was supposed to attend classes, study, eat, and sleep, possibly having to go a day without her.
