Break My Fall (25 page)

I thumbed her clit, my dick pounding her tight little pussy.

The sound of my balls slapping against her ass nearly finished me.

I pinched her clit and she came apart in my arms; her pussy clenching me so tight, it felt like she was swallowing my dick.

I pumped her once more, then started to come.

Collapsing on top of Lee, I buried my face in her neck.

Fuck, what had I done.

LEE

Kyle stayed inside me for many moments afterwards.

His body was hot and sweaty on top of me; his head tucked into my neck.

His was trembling; I wasn’t sure what to do so I just held him, stroking his hair.

After what felt like hours rather than minutes, he eased himself out of me slowly, touching me nowhere.

I winced at the feeling of him pulling out, it felt so foreign.

He moved away from me, laying down on the far edge of the bed.

Neither of us spoke, and I didn’t know if I should leave or not.

He did not touch me or make any move to do so, so I sat up.

I looked down at him; he had his arm flung over his face.

The reality of what I had done dawned on me.

I jumped off the bed and gathered my clothes.

I dressed in tremulous silence.

Walking to door, I looked back once more and whimpered when I noticed the blood stained sheets.

I turned the doorknob.

“I tried to protect you,” he whispered.

I slipped out, closing the door quietly behind me.

I half ran, half stumbled to my room and flung myself into my bed, crying myself to sleep.

 
Chapter Twenty-two

LEE

I woke the next morning to see Cam sitting on my bed.

“Jesus Cam what are you doing?”

Startled, I pulled myself up to a sitting position.

“Well I’m assuming since it’s after ten you’ve missed work?”

I grabbed the alarm clock on my locker and groaned.

“Damn.”

I was supposed to be on the morning shift.

Then I remembered I had the rest of the week off.

“I’m off work for the week Cam.”

“Exactly,” she grinned and clapped her hands, “So let’s not waste another minute of it.”

“Why are you so merry, this morning?”

Her eyes sparkled, she glanced at me.

“Oh I had a very long…hard night,” she joked, then slapped her hand over her mouth.

“Oh Lee, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to be insensitive. I just, I’m not sure to be around you now, after telling me that. I don’t want you scared or afraid.”

I stared at her, my eyes narrowed, “You treat me the way you always have Cam, or I swear I’ll disappear, I just want a fresh start. Just be normal with me.”

She was quiet for moment, then nodded and I left out a sigh of relief.

“So,” she said her tone purposefully light, “I have a modelling shoot in an hour. So scrub up and you never know, you could get a job. You have the whole package Lee, it’s about time you flaunted it. I say we go check out a movie after my shoot, and grab some lunch. Have some fun for a change.”

I burst out laughing in nervous relief and nodded.

“Sounds like a plan Cam. But you’re the model, not me.”

I flopped back down on the bed and Cam threw a pillow at my head.

“Get your hot ass out of bed and go get in the shower.”

I dragged myself out of bed and stretched.

Ouch, I was sore.

I felt stretched.

“Atta girl, now wear something sexy,” Cam said, then sauntered out of my room.

“Wait.” I shouted, “I don’t own anything sexy. And don’t even suggest that dress.”

Cam looked back and grinned, “Just go have a shower, I already put an outfit in the bathroom for you.”

I grabbed my toiletries bag and crossed the hallway to the bathroom, grateful that Cam was behaving normally with me again.

Turning on the shower, I prayed to Jesus that there was some hot water left in the tank.

Scorching hot water poured from the showerhead.

Bingo.

I stripped down and stepped under the water.

I soaped myself in my favorite strawberry scented shower cream and scrubbed myself.

I wanted to wash last night away.

I thought what had happened between Kyle and I was perfect, but the way he had acted after made me feel dirty.

I felt like a whore.

I guess he was right.

They were all right…

I was just too damn easy. I blinked back the tears that threatened to spill.

I refused to cry another tear over him.

Just because being with him had meant more than sex to me, to him it was just that; sex.

I meant as much to him as any other girl he had, and with Kyle, there had been a lot of girls.

I cringed when I remembered him releasing into me.

I scrubbed between my legs roughly.

KYLE

I lay in bed counting all the ways I was such a chicken shit.

In the cool light I day, I had no clue how to approach Lee.

I knew she was awake.

I’d heard her shuffling around in her room over an ago, then heard the shower running from across the hall.

She’d been in there for half hour, and I was still lying in my bed, contemplating how I was going to face her.

I was such a pussy.

I jumped out of bed and threw on a shirt and jeans.

Pulling off the Band-Aid was the best approach; I was just going to have to face her.

I went downstairs to the kitchen, and waited.

LEE

I was not in a sexy mood; I was in a shitty one.

Still, I dressed in the white gypsy dress with off the shoulder straps that Cam left out for me.

It flattered my shape. Hugging my hips, it cinched my waist and loosened to flare above my knees.

I left a few buttons open at the top.

I could not tie them if I wanted to; my chest was already straining against the fabric.

I did not need help in the bust department; I had heavy full breasts.

I slipped my feet into a pair of Grecian sandals.

I checked behind me, the skirt covered the scars on my behind and upper thighs, the full back of the dress covered the ones on my back.

I was grateful Kyle had not noticed them; it was bad enough Cam knew.

I never had to worry about anyone seeing them before because I kept myself covered up.

I never exposed myself to anyone, except Kyle.

I blow-dried my dark brown curly hair until it fell in loose curls below my breasts.

I applied some makeup, painting my lips a glossy red, and gave my grey eyes the smoky effect Cam had showed me to do.

I brushed some blush to my cheeks and neck.

My hand froze on a large purplish bruise.

Oh god.

Kyle had branded me.

How had I not noticed him doing that?

I raised my fingers and rested them on the huge hickey on my neck.

Oh fantastic.

I covered it as best I could with some foundation.

When I finished I could still see it, but only faintly.

Besides the icky love bite on my neck, I actually looked good.

I needed a confidence boost, today of all days.

My waist looked very narrow, but damn my hips were so wide; I looked like a heifer. My aunt once referred to them as ‘childbearing hips’.

I shuddered. I was doomed to be short and curvy, with an overly large chest.

Being nineteen years old, the odds of growing another few inches and evening out were slim.

Finally ready, I poked my head out of the bathroom.

The coast was clear so I slipped downstairs to find Cam.

She whistled when I walked into the kitchen.

A choked noise from behind us made me realize we were not alone.

Derek and Kyle were sitting at the kitchen table behind me.

I blushed fiercely when my eyes met Kyles.

He had his coffee cup held to his mouth, and was frozen in his seat.

I turned my back on him quickly, and walked over to grab a cup of coffee.

I could not deal with him right now, not with Derek gaping at me, and Cam grinning like the cat that got the cream.

“Hot damn Lee, that’s what I’ve been talking about for years. Show that sexy body off.”

I flushed bright red.

“Don’t be such so crude Cam,” I muttered, concentrating on filling my cup.

I could feel his stare boring into my back.

“I’m simply stating the obvious, Derek doesn’t Lee look sexy?” Cam asked as she grabbed a chair beside Derek at the table.

“Oh no Cam, you’re not gonna mind fuck me with trick questions baby,” Derek chuckled, “Ask Kyle, he’s impartial.”

I trembled as I turned around to face my three roommates sitting at the table staring at me.

I felt like a damn show pony.

Shut up, shut up, shut up, I prayed.

“Kyle, doesn’t Lee look sexy?” Cam asked feigning innocence.

Kyle’s eyes raked over me slowly.

“You look beautiful Lee,” he said, then stared down at the newspaper on the table in front of him.

“Come sit Lee,” Cam said.

I knew what she was doing.

She was trying to break the ice between Kyle and me.

She thought we could patch things up.

I wanted to tell her that ship had sailed.

After last night, there was no slipping back into any kind of friendship with him.

I shuffled awkwardly to the table, taking the last remaining seat, which happened to be right next to Kyle.

Dear god this was a slow form of torture.

I eased myself into the chair, careful not to brush against him.

I did anyway, squirming in my seat when my knee brushed his thigh.

He cleared his throat roughly, shifting himself in his chair.

He looked like he was in pain.

I whimpered, my breath coming fast and quick when our eyes met.

When Cam touched my shoulder, I literally jumped out of my chair, breaking eye contact with Kyle.

“Christ Lee your very jumpy today,” Derek remarked, glancing from me to Kyle, then back again.

A broad grin of recognition spread across his face.

“Why could that be?” Derek mused.

I blushed and went to sink to rinse my cup.

“I’m just tired, I didn’t get much sleep,” I muttered, hoping he would drop it.

“I wonder why that could be. Hmm I wonder, Cam any ideas? Kyle?”

Dammit, Derek knew and the jerk was going to out me.

Cam, not clicking with Derek’s suggestive innuendos said, “You’re probably not used to sleeping in strange beds Lee.”

With that I gasped, coffee spluttered from Kyle’s mouth and Derek burst out laughing.

“What?” Cam asked annoyed, “She hasn’t been here long enough to break it in.”

There was another choking sound.

“Oh damn I forgot my purse, Derek can you help me look for it?”

I glared at Cam.

She had no idea that she was making this so much worse for me.

“Oh yes your purse. I think it’s under my bed. Let’s check,” Derek said, playing along as they hurried from the room.

“Lee?” Kyle whispered.

I didn’t respond.

“Lee talk to me.”

I froze at the sink.

“There’s nothing to say Kyle. Your actions told me everything I needed to know last night.”

I heard a chair scraping against the tiles and shivered.

Kyles hand touched my shoulder, and I wanted to lean into him.

I brushed him away instead, and moved away from him.

I couldn’t look at his face, so I focused on the patterned tiles beneath my feet.

“Are you sore?” he asked, touching my chin with his fingers.

I didn’t know how to respond.