Break My Fall (4 page)

But the only emotion bubbling to the surface was desire.

My body betrayed my sensible nature and my arms wrapped around his neck, squeezing him closer to me.

I strained my head up towards him.

He was so much taller than me that it was a struggle to reach him.

His lips were soft but demanding.

When his tongue invaded my mouth, I forgot where I was, I forgot who I was.

I stroked my tongue against his, not sure if I was doing it right.

I guessed I was because he groaned and dug his fingers into my hip.

My hands gripped his hair, pulling him any which way I didn’t know. I clung to him, my knees weakened and I sagged in his arms.

He sucked on my lip, running his across my lip before probing his tongue deep inside my mouth. I bet he could touch my tonsils with that tongue of his.

When he stroked the roof of my mouth, I cried out embarrassingly loud.

His hand moved from my neck to clutch my throat.

That move should have scared me; instead, it was thrilling.

My body responded to his touch, my breasts tightened and I pressed closer to him.

I could feel his muscles working in his broad shoulders.

Somewhere in my mind, I knew this was bad.

This was everything I wanted to leave behind but my body was in control and my body wanted him, more of him.

I moaned into his mouth and he held me tighter.

His hands moved to my waist, his lips never left mine as he hoisted me onto the counter.

Mmm this was much better.

His pushed my legs apart and stepped between them.

One of his hands curled under my shirt and I felt myself dampening down there, as he used his other hand to pull me against him roughly.

In the next moment, he wrenched away from me.

I whimpered from the lack of contact, scrambling to clear my frantic mind.

“What the hell do you think are you doing?”

I opened my eyes to see very angry redhead standing between us.

She looked at blue eyes with disgust, and then turned to glare at me with a look of pure poison.

He merely shrugged as he stared at me, wiping the corner of his mouth with his fingers.

I blushed scarlet.

He reached past me, grabbed a bottle of beer, and then leaned towards my ear.

“Best fucking shot ever,” he whispered.

I just sat there, mouth open, staring at the back of him as he left the room, the redhead following close behind him.

“I said enjoy yourself , but Kyle? Aside from the fact that he is your roommate and that’s all shades of messed up, I know. The guy is beyond complicated. What were you thinking?” Cam asked as she slouched beside me.

I had no answer for her. I had no answer for myself.

My mind was frozen on the fact that Cam had said the sex god was Kyle.

Oh my god, I had just made out with my roommate.

Cam stared at me for a while longer, then shook her head.

“Stay away from him Lee. He has some weird thing going on with that nasty bitch. Girls like you aren’t cut out for guys like him. We’ll talk about this later.”

With that, she turned and headed back outside.

Girls like me?

What was that supposed that mean?

Was I that so plain that a guy like Kyle couldn’t be interested in me?

Yeah sure, I wasn’t tall and skinny like Cam or the redhead, but dammit I wasn’t ugly.

I needed to get out of here.

I slid off the counter and made my through the kitchen to hallway on shaky legs.

I climbed the staircase quickly, silently praying my bedroom was now vacant.

If not, I was grabbing a pillow and sleeping in the damn bathtub, the guests could pee in the street for all I cared.

Voices in the upstairs landing halted me in my tracks.

“Don’t ‘Rachel’ me Kyle Carter, who the fuck is she?” a female voice shouted loudly.

I stopped at the mention of his name and listened.

“She just moved in Rachel. She’s a friend of Camryn’s from down south. Fuck, why am I explaining myself to you? Her being here has nothing to do with me.” I heard him answer.

The tone of his voice was one of exasperation.

Oh my god, was she his girlfriend?

Did I just make out with another girl’s boyfriend?

“Because you promised me Kyle, you swore to me after everything that happened. You owe me.”

What the hell was going on in this place?

What happened last time?

What did he owe her?

“And I will keep that promise. Rachel she is NOTHING to me. But don’t pretend that you own me sweetheart, because until that day comes, I’m a free man,” Kyle said, enunciating he word ‘nothing’ clearly.

I didn’t want to hear anymore.

I climbed the rest of the steps up.

Kyle and the redhead ‘Rachel’ were standing close together, and both turned to face me.

I blushed when I met their surprised gazes.

“Excuse me,” I muttered as I brushed passed them, and half ran to my bedroom door.

I opened the door, relived to find it dark and empty.

I dared one last peek back at the pair who were now entering the bedroom next to mine.

“Keep walking little girl,” Rachel spat, as stormed into his bedroom.

I blushed and my eyes met Kyle’s.

He was standing at his bedroom door, looking at me curiously.

I tore my eyes away from his and darted inside my room.

I locked the door behind me and climbed fully clothed into my bed, but sleep never came, not with the loud moans coming from the room next door.

KYLE

“You better mean it Kyle, I’m not messing around. You know the rules,” Rachel huffed, storming into my room.

She stripped off her scrap of a dress and my stomach churned.

It always happened when I saw that scar on her stomach. I cringed.

Of course, I fucking meant what I said.

I wasn’t the type of person who broke promises.

That girl had my balls nailed to the wall.

I was trapped and she knew it.

But I’d be damned if I regretted kissing little miss titties.

Jesus, I was rock hard still thinking about her.

Yeah I knew the rules, and so did Rachel.

I fucked who I wanted and so did she.

It wasn’t an exclusive arrangement, so why did it bother her when I kissed Lee?

Even the sound of her name in my head made me horny.

But the hurt look in her eyes in the hallway made my stomach flip.

Fuck.

Why did that even concern me?

I was like a robot; I didn’t feel things for girls other than wanting to get them naked.

I closed off those emotions a year and a half ago, when I experienced first-hand the way women really worked.

But her sad face… Shit I was getting soft.

God she was beautiful, but young, too young for the likes of me.

The taste of her was still in my mouth.

Why did she look so sad?

She didn’t know me, and if she did, she wouldn’t want to.

I was a waster, a fucking genius with numbers and figures, but I hurt anyone who got too close to me.

It was a supreme talent of mine, just look at the girl standing in front of me now.

I shuddered, thinking of all the ways I had hurt her.

Things I could never fix.

“I’m here with you aren’t I?” I muttered.

Rachel walked over to face me, resting her hands on my hips.

“Are you? Are you really here with me Kyle?”

I pulled my shirt over my head.

“Yeah,” I pulled her into my arms, “I am.”

LEE

I was never drinking again.

An out of tune marching band was banging around in my head for half the day, and I honestly didn’t know how I wasn’t fired because I had vomited loudly in two of the ensuite bathrooms I was supposed to be cleaning.

I had been close to a panic attack when I got dressed this morning.

My uniform was so tight around my chest, that I was in fear of bursting the seams.

The length wasn’t much better, falling a good two inches above my knees.

However, I was covered in the in the important areas so I focused on that slightly positive piece of information.

I had stripped and cleaned fourteen bedrooms, and used every second to analyze last night’s events.

It was late, after ten, when I got home.

I went and changed into my pajamas, then headed straight to the kitchen to make a coffee, walking past the closed living room door.

Cam and Derek must have cleaned up most of the post party mess, and I was grateful.

I didn’t think I could deal with the smell of stale beer.

My stomach still felt raw from the amount I drank last night.

I boiled the kettle and leaned over the counter while I waited.

Instant coffee was going to have to do; I didn’t have the energy to prepare anything more lavish.

A door opened and I heard voices.

I groaned, hoping they weren’t going to have another party tonight.

I wasn’t used to the party lifestyle, wasn’t used to these kinds of people.

“You back Lee?”

Cam’s voice called from behind the closed door.

I debated whether to answer, before deciding not to.

I had gone to bed quickly last night after the whole Kyle incident, and when I left for work this morning, she was still asleep.

I couldn’t answer her questions any more than I could answer my own.

I was appalled at myself.

Cam had been right about one thing though.

Kyle had a very weird thing indeed going on with Rachel, and I didn’t want to get in the middle of it.

They were so strange; they didn’t behave like boyfriend and girlfriend.

Louder shuffling from the doorway made me realize I had no luck.

I kept my back to her and prepared my coffee.

So she was waiting for me to bring it up, great.

I took a deep breath and with my coffee cup in my hand, I turned to face her.

My heart dropped when I realized it was not Cam who had walked into the kitchen.

It was Kyle.

He was leaning against the doorframe, his arms folded across his chest.

He was frowning at me.

I jumped, and my cup slipped from my hand shattering against the kitchen tiles.

“Jesus,” he muttered as he strode toward me.

His hands slipped around my waist as he literally lifted me off the ground, and moved me over to the table.

His touch warmed me, and I shuddered.

He moved his hands away from me quickly.

“You burned?” he asked as he stepped further back from me.

I shook my head.

He left out a breath, nodding.

He moved across the kitchen and grabbed the broom and dust-pan from beside the back door.

He sure knew his way around our small kitchen, which was becoming even smaller with his presence and of course, the big fat elephant in the room.

“What are you doing here?” I managed to squeeze out.

I watched him brush up the broken glass.

He was dressed much more casually tonight.

His black t-shirt rode up his back while he bent.

The small strip of tanned skin peeking out from his shirt made my face flame.

Kyle did dangerous things to a pair of jeans.

I didn’t know if I was turned on or embarrassed.

I guessed both.

To be honest, he blew me away.

He tossed the glass in the waste bin and stood the face me.

“I live here,” he said simply.

Of course, what an idiot I was.

“Besides, I never miss Thursday night poker with Cam.”

He smiled fondly when he said Cam’s name. They must be friends, close friends.

Jealousy swirled inside me.

Had they done stuff together, other than poker?

Cam had a reputation and so did Kyle by the sounds of it.

I frowned at the thought.

Maybe he was more Derek’s friend.