Johnny Loves Krissy (17 page)

“Johnny's been in love with you since high school. What did you think would happen when you started fucking him? Hell, Krissy, guys fall in love with you after three dates. Why do you think I call you the wood girl? It isn't because you sell cabinets. You can't help it. Men like the way you look. Johnny loves
you
, not the body.”

“Then you think I should ignore the little voice in my head telling me to back out quick. That little voice has saved my ass more times than I can remember.”

“This time the little voice told you to run from the best thing that could've ever happened to you. We all love you. Johnny wouldn't care what the package looked like.” He let his eyes travel down her body. “He isn't complaining. But it wouldn't make a difference.”

She rolled her eyes. “And I should take the advice of the consummate bachelor?”

He shrugged. “Nope. I'd run, too. And I'll probably never have what you and Johnny do.”

Krissy unlocked her car door. “I'm trying to protect what I have with Johnny.” Nothing, not even the child she wanted, was worth giving up her friendship. If she already had the baby, maybe she'd feel differently. But what you've never had, you can't miss. She didn't want to miss Johnny. “I'll fix this.”

“You didn't make a mistake sleeping with him.” He kissed her forehead. “You're more than a pretty face and a sexy body. Who knows you better than Johnny? I'm not telling you what to do.” He smirked. “Yeah, okay, maybe I am telling you what to do. I had it wrong. Don't fuck up the six- pack, fuck Johnny.”

She slugged him in the gut. He pulled her against his tall frame and held tight.

“What if I can't get Johnny to talk to me? I don't want you, Ryan, Shelby, or Casey to have to choose between us. What if I already screwed up the group?”

“He'll come around.”

Yeah, but she knew Johnny, too. This time he'd walked away. Something he'd never done before.

Chapter Ten

Slumber Party Hell

Johnny didn't want to go home to his little apartment. He wanted to go back into the bar and toss back beers with the Ryan and Drew. He needed male bonding after having had enough of women for the night. Hell for the month. And he needed beer to wash bitter taste of losing Krissy from his mouth.

After circling the block, he drove back through the parking lot and found a spot. He sat in the cab of his truck and watched the door. If she came out with another man, he'd go ballistic. The flash of jealousy told him he was nowhere ready to give her up.

Finally, he climbed from the truck, locked the doors and walked into the club.

He waved to Stan sitting in his chair wearing a yellow security T- shirt. Johnny made his way into the bar, noticing the crowd had thinned. Scanning the room, he didn't see Krissy. In fact, he didn't see any of the gang. He supposed it was just as easy to drink alone because tonight he had a mission. He wanted, no, he needed to be drunk.

Johnny used the restroom and then went to the bar and ordered a shot of whisky with a beer chaser. Closing his eyes, he let the alcohol slide down his throat. The burn didn't dull the pain in his chest caused by the image of Krissy heartbroken in the parking lot. He'd walked away from her, destroying her dream of having a baby. He forced the memory into his head of her coming apart in his arms, whispering his name, but it faded, replaced once again by the sadness in her eyes just before he had turned and left.

Drew slapped him on the shoulder. “I thought you bailed.”

Johnny jumped. “You scared the shit out of me.” He chuckled. “Yeah, I decided I didn't want to go home. But I don't want to see Krissy.” He glanced around. “Is she still here?”

“Ryan and Shelby took her home.”

“I intend to get smashed.” Johnny took another drink of beer.

“Looks like you could use a friend to help you get there.”

“I knew I could count on you.” Johnny toasted him. “How're we getting home?”

“Leave it to me.” Drew winked.

Drew weaved across the room. Sharing a few words with the woman shooting darts, he waved Johnny over.

Johnny had seen the woman in the bar on occasion, but admittedly most of the time he hung with Krissy. Outside of the gang, he had acquaintances. Drew on the other hand, buzzed about, the busy bee of the group, pollinating the pretty flowers. Shit, he was drunk if he was starting to refer to Drew's conquests as pretty flowers.

In an odd way, Drew was the male version of Krissy. They both mingled like social butterflies. The similarity ended at the bedroom door. Krissy kept hers closed, whereas Drew had a revolving door. Once he tired of a girl, a new one was always on the way in. Sometimes they bumped into each other. Watching him juggle girlfriends was entertainment.

Johnny found a table. The three of them played darts and drank beer. Johnny set out on a mission to get drunk and unlike his plan with Krissy, this one he'd managed to complete in record time. He set his beer aside having had enough. Dealing with Krissy as a lover turned his mind to mush and made him a lush. He chuckled.

“Drew, I think I need to go. Don't say no. Someone stop me. I'm rhyming. Aagh.” He laughed, swiveled in the barstool and tried to control the fuzziness in his mind.

Drew took the seat next to him, leaned back against the wall, and watched
whatshername
throw another dart. “I talked to Krissy after you left.”

“And?”

“She's pulling a classic Krissy. She regrets getting involved.”

“She regrets committing,” Johnny clarified. “Take my word for it, she doesn't regret the sex.”

“Maybe you should give her what she wants. Be fuck buddies.” Drew wagged his brows. “Forever.”

“Best friends with benefits.” That certainly held appeal. Did he take what she offered? Was it enough? No, not by a long way. Maybe he ought to show her what she's missing. She wanted their relationship to return to friendship. He doubted Krissy would handle it any better than he did.

He grabbed his beer off the table. “I think Krissy should get exactly what she asked for.” He tipped his bottle to Drew's.

“And what exactly does Krissy ask for? I bet she's kinky.”

Johnny held a drink of beer in his mouth then swallowed.

“What? I've always been curious.”

“You'll stay that way.”

Drew chuckled. “You forget I heard you in my laundry room. Every time I throw in a load, I get a hard on. Never used to like doing the wash.”

“So can you get your girlfriend to give me a ride?”

“Hell, no. If I'm lucky, and we both know I am, Sexy Lexy will be riding me.” He smiled.

“Funny. I think I'll take your advice.” The alcohol made him either brave or stupid. “Drop me off at Krissy's. Do you know how she planned to get her car in the morning?”

“I'll be coming back in the morning. I'll pick you both up.” Drew stood and went to his date. Leaning in, he whispered in her ear while his hand smoothed over her hip. He waited while Lexy bid her friends farewell.

“Okay guys, ready. If either of you puke in my jeep, I kick your asses. Don't think I can't. I've got a black belt, and I intend to use it.”

“Mmm.” Drew put his arm around her shoulder. “Lucky me.” He winked at Johnny. “Can I use my black belt on you?” Drew kissed her neck.

“Only if I'm naughty.” She grabbed her purse and they headed out.

The open- air jeep zipped through the deserted streets. Warm, summer air swirled around Johnny. Riding in the back contributed to the effects of the alcohol. Unable to focus on the blur of town, he watched Lexy stroke Drew's thigh, inching ever closer to his groin. Drew groaned and grabbed his crotch.

Johnny punched the back of the passenger seat. “Wait until you drop me off.”

By the time Lexy pulled into the lot of Krissy's apartment complex, Johnny's cock pulsed in his jeans. “Thanks.” He stood on the seat and jumped to the ground. He doubted Lexy heard. She and Drew were lip locked in the front seat.

Unsteady on his feet, he walked to Krissy's door. How many times had he fumbled with the key? He shushed himself. If Krissy had already fallen asleep, he'd slip in and crash on the couch. He hoped she was up, because he certainly was. He adjusted so the first thing she saw wasn't the bulge in the front of his pants.

Entering the house, he closed the door quietly and locked it.
Looks like just friends tonight
. The house was dark and she was obviously asleep.

He didn't need to turn on a light to find the bathroom. After taking care of business, he left his jeans and shirt lying on the floor.

He glanced at Krissy's bedroom door. Bar smell clung to his skin. Debating whether to risk waking her, he decided he probably needed a cold shower.
Back to friends, not likely
. Time to see how Krissy liked knowing he showered naked only a few feet from her bedroom. Heat rushed through his body and his balls tightened. Obviously his cock liked knowing she lay in the bed on the other side of the hall.

After turning on the water, he stripped off his boxers. About to close the bathroom door, he changed his mind, leaving it open. If Krissy doubted who took liberties with her shower, the transparent curtain would clear it up. Warm water sprayed over his fingers. He stepped beneath the gentle needles.

Keeping his hand on the tile wall to steady himself, he tucked his chin to his chest and let the water cascade over his head. He didn't move, just listened to the sound of the water hitting the curtain and trickling down the drain.

Keeping his eyes closed, he ran his hand down his torso. Taking his cock in his hand, he imagined Krissy's delicate fingers circling his shaft. Slowly at first, he stroked the length with a light grip. As he slid the taut skin to the crown, he felt a ripple effect in his tightening balls. Heat from the water seeped into his skin. Muscles in his forearm tensed. Thick ropy veins bulged and he gripped harder. The crown pulsed. Picking up speed, he fucked his fist. Hard and fast then slower and relaxed. This wasn't for a quick release. He imagined Krissy and prolonged the sweet torture.

“Johnny?” She stood in the doorway with bare legs. He imagined her naked under the shirt she wore. His shirt. “What are you doing?”

He kept his fist locked around his cock and demonstrated.

“I meant, why are you here?” She rolled her eyes when he grinned, sliding the skin up and down the hard length. “You didn't come over to beat off in my shower.”

“Where's the soap?”

She laughed.

“I hope to hell I'm an improvement over Regis.”

“You're drunk.”

“Yep. Had Drew drop me off.” He pulled open the curtain. “I think you should get me off.”

“I thought we were over.”

“I thought you wanted to go back to being friends.”

“We didn't have sex when we were just friends.”

“No, but I always wanted to. Come here, Krissy. Join me.” He continued to masturbate. Cupping his balls, he rolled them in his hand. “I'd rather your hand was doing this.”

“I don't think we should. We need to talk first.”

“
Is that your final answer
?”

She hesitated a moment, and then one by one she worked the buttons free. The shirt gaped. His eyes locked on the thin strip of silk panties covering the lips of her pussy.

“You're getting the floor wet,” she said. With the curtain open, water began to puddle.

“Am I getting you wet?”

“What do you think?” She fingered the silk and tugged it between her plump pussy lips to stimulate her clit. Reaching up, she plucked her tight nipples then pinched them between her thumb and finger.

“Can you lick your nipples?”

Her breasts were huge in her small hands. While kneading the milky smooth flesh between her wide spread fingers, they maintained eye contact. Krissy opened her mouth and licked her lips before she bent her head, brought her nipple to her mouth, and rasped the tip of her pink tongue over the darkened, pebbled tip.

“Ah fuck, that's hot.” Water sloshed when his hand moved faster, increasing the friction.

“Are we in a hurry?”

He groaned. The muscles in his forearm tightened and burned, but he continued to pump his shaft into the tight hole made by his gripped hand.

“Do you want to come, Johnny?”

“Eventually.” He dragged in a heavy breath and tightened his fist. The cock head darkened, and fluids seeped from the slit. He pressed his thumb to the hole and fought against release. When the need to come lessened, he stroked the shaft again.

No, he didn't want to hurry.

Krissy leaned against the doorjamb and slid her panties down around her upper thighs. Pressing the pad of her finger to her clit, she spread her legs and bent her knees. Her finger slid between the swollen flesh of her pussy and sank deep. Moaning, she clamped her lip between her teeth.

“I want to watch you come.” The deep, husky timbre of his voice revealed the level of his desire.

She licked two fingers. “Then pay attention.” Making a V with her wet fingers, she exposed her clit. Touching gently with her other hand, she flicked and circled the bundle of nerves. Breath hissed from her mouth.

Johnny's cock throbbed and his body tensed. Muscles in his back and shoulders bunched. She touched herself for him. He didn't think he'd ever been this turned on. His erection bordered on painful. The sleepiness left her eyes, replaced with building passion, climbing closer to the point of release. His body vibrated with indecision. Should he let her finish...or help her get there?

His nostrils flared sucking in the heady scent of arousal hanging heavy in the steamy room. Krissy's breath came in sharp pants, making her breasts tremble and nipples pucker. She closed her eyes and her thighs shook.

Stroking his cock faster, his fist clenched and released. Then her cry echoed off the walls. He turned to the spray, every nerve electrified. He growled and followed her orgasm with one of his own. Jets of hot cum spurted in aching pulses from his shaft. He groaned and vibrations tore through his balls.

Gulping in breath, he turned off the water and stepped out of the tub. He wrapped a towel around his waist. “Are you hungry?”

Hungry for what? Water droplets trailed down his chest and dripped from his hair. Krissy mouth dried at the sight of his biceps. She'd never see his arm again and not think about the way he flexed while stroking his shaft. Oh, yes, she was hungry.