Kane Richards Must Die (3 page)

I
sat on the bed with my back against the headboard as this brunette was straddling me and nibbling on my neck. The strong beat of some Xzibitsong resounded through her stereo, vibrating through the foundation of the house. The heavy bass rang through my ears as she unbuttoned my shirt, and her breathing became heavier.

The words coming from the stereo surrounded me as her hands reached my belt buckle. I closed my eyes waiting for the real action to start, and instantly behind my lids, was Suranne smiling as she sat at the table with Lawrence on her shoulder.

Suddenly I felt some unfamiliar emotion flow through my veins and pushed the brunette off and sat up. Why the
hell
was I so angry all of a sudden? And why was she even on my mind when I had a hot chick all over me? I felt my fists clench and my body stiffen as the image of Suranne stroking Lawrence’s hair flashed in my mind.

“What’s wrong, baby?” The brunette purred in my ear seductively and took my ear lobe in her mouth, nibbling on it slightly. OK, I usually loved this shit. I should have been turned on already, eager to get the evening started.

This can not be happening to me, I thought, as I glanced down and willed my
man
to come back to life and work his wonders, keeping up the Kane Richards name. But nothing happened. Nothing. Not even a
twitch
.

The brunette was peppering kisses down my chest now and her hands were slowly sliding down my abs.
Christ
.

Pushing her off again I started to rub my temples with my fingers, squeezing my eyes shut, but instantly regretted it when her face flashed behind my eyelids; her deep mahogany hair and profound gray eyes staring back at me widely. I began to get a headache and the brunette started rubbing her hands all over my shoulders and down my chest again.

“Turn this crap off will you? I’m getting a headache,” I muttered, shrugging out from under her grip. All of a sudden the thought of this girl all over me turned my stomach and I decided to get the hell up out of there and maybe get some fresh air. Sighing heavily, I heaved myself off the bed, doing the buttons back up on my shirt.

“Oh,
come on
. Don’t leave already,” she whined, her lips slipping into a pout. “We haven’t even got to the best bit yet.” She smirked and winked at me suggestively, but it still did nothing for me. I growled inside my head, begging to get some response down below.

Nope. Nothing.

No way was I going to become impotent just because some new chick with a hot accent and a slamming body decides she wants to put up a fight. I’m
Kane Richards
for Christ’s sake. They all cave in the end, just seems like she might take longer than I thought.

“Earth
to Kaaaannnee
?!” the brunette wailed, waving her hand in front of me and pulling me from my thoughts. I sighed and carried on fastening the buttons on my shirt. “Look . . .” I glanced at her, raising my eyebrows waiting for her to say her name.

“Rachel,” she growled, glaring at me.

“Look, Rachel, maybe another time, babe.” I replied, focusing on a text that I just received on my cell. It was one of my boys letting me know about some new joint in town, and asking whether I’ll be there hitting it up. A party ain’t shit without me and everyone knows it. I tapped in my reply and made my way out the door of this ‘Rachel’s’ place and into my ride.

“Why don’t you kiss girls on the lips?” she had asked. I smiled at the memory of her voice as she was stating her own theory as to why I didn’t kiss them. I had been considering her words, wondering if there was any truth to them. It was true that I felt it was a bit too . . . intimate. But it was more about the fact that I just never
wanted
to. I never felt the desire pulling at me to kiss them. Maybe she was right then? Maybe I
was
trying to make myself feel better? I knew there was some truth in her words, but she could go to hell if she thought I was planning to admit that to her. No one knew about my life, my preferences, and no one cared. And that was exactly how I wanted to keep it.

For the rest of the night she stayed on my mind; her words constantly nagging at my conscience, the image of her defiant face and raised brow stitched firmly behind my eye sockets. This girl was going to be a challenge for me, there was no doubt about that. But I was damn certain that it was going to be a challenge I would enjoy. One that would definitely keep me entertained throughout the school day.

Chuckling lightly to myself, I turned on the radio, turning the volume dial as high as it would go, as I headed towards the city. A smirk pulled at my lips as the air whipped in through the windows and I began to pick up speed.

Suranne Williams.

I wanted her.

And Kane Richards
always
got what he wanted.

“H
ey you two, I’ll meet you at the car, yeah?” I said to Kate and Lawrence. It was a Saturday, and Kate had asked me to go into town with them just for something to do. For the past three hours we had been going from shop to shop looking at clothes. Something Lawrence was obviously bored by, until I decided to start looking for him. We shoved him into various garments, taking pictures as he wandered over to the fancy dress section and pranced about dressed as a pirate. When he dressed up as James Bond, even I had to appreciate his looks. He really did look quite nice in black.

But now I was exhausted, and the weather was once again unbearably hot. Kate and Lawrence wanted to go on to different stores but I couldn’t take the heat for much longer, and noticed a small park that had a bench perched right under a huge maple tree. Perfect shade.

“You sure? You don’t look so good.” Kate’s eyes roamed over my face and she cocked an eyebrow.

“No, no, I’ll be fine. It’s just the heat, honestly. Umm, I’ll meet you at the car in like an hour or so,” I reassured her. If I didn’t get out of this heat soon I was going to pass out.

Both Kate and Lawrence shrugged before strolling back towards the shops, whilst I wandered over to the bench. The bench overlooked a small pond that reflected the blue sky and buildings beautifully. Random joggers passed now and then with their earphones plugged in, and a light breeze was blowing.

The shade from the tree gave me instant relief, and I sighed happily as I sank down onto the bench. It was so peaceful there, and I decided to listen to some calming music. I knew that if I didn’t distract myself, my thoughts would automatically wander to
him.
I didn’t want to say his name, the same name that was probably on a hundred girls’ minds, whilst he sat around and bragged about his latest triumph of getting into another girl’s pants. I pulled out my iPod and swirled my thumb over the touch navigator swiftly searching for the song that would fit the scenery. I didn’t know why, but classical struck me as perfect for the scenery, and so I put on my favourite piano composition by Yiruma.

As the music trilled in my ears, I began to relax even more and closed my eyes in contentment. I imagined myself playing the song on a beautiful grand piano, my fingers flowing freely over the ivory keys. Not many people knew about my love for playing, apart from my mum. It was my own personal way of expressing who I was and how I felt. I was never good with words and could never open up to anyone. Not even my mother. Playing was my best outlet.

My fingers automatically waved in the air as I pictured the notes I would be pressing. I hummed along as the song reached the bridge and smiled to myself before suddenly feeling pressure on the bench next to me. I gasped, snapped open my eyes, and jumped to my feet.

Sitting there on the bench a foot away from me in all of his glorious beauty, was none other than Kane Richards.

I
continued smirking at her, trying to hide my suddenly sweaty palms and accelerated heart rate.
Well, that’s never happened before. What the hell was wrong with me?

“What the
hell
are you doing here?” Suranne breathed and folded her arms across her chest, glaring at me.

The angry tone of her voice, coupled with her accent and the slanted pout of her lips caused a familiar tingle in my lower abdomen, and I found myself clearing my throat while I discretely readjusted myself.

“I was driving home when I noticed Lawrence’s car. I thought I could catch up with him. Didn’t expect to see you here though,” I added sourly, and cocked an eyebrow questioningly.

She shrugged in response, “He and Kate asked me to come out with them; I was too hot though, and told them to go on without me.” She frowned at something and then sighed, relaxing back on the bench. The closeness of her body screamed at me, I was tempted  to pull her to me; the fact that I was uncontrollably hard for the first time in two days didn’t help.

I looked at her face; her eyes were closed as a breeze blew past us, and she bit on the bottom of her lip softly. I stifled a groan as her actions caused more stirring down below. I wanted to be the one biting down on that lip, pulling her close to me.

But I didn’t kiss chicks, though? Right.

“So,” I cleared my throat again and grinned at her crookedly, “what was with the floating fingers, huh? Is there some invisible instrument you’re not telling me about?” I chuckled and raised an eyebrow. Her eyes widened and her face flushed a delicate pink before she ducked her head and looked down at the ground. I had to admit she was even cuter when she blushed.

“I was, umm, listening to a piano tune, and imagining playing it . . . that’s all,” she mumbled softly before returning my gaze, looking rather sheepish.

Huh. So she’s in to classical music? And she plays? That’s a first.

“What song was it?” I asked softly, not wanting to embarrass her again.

“Uhh, it’s uh, called “River Flows in You” by–”

“Yiruma.” I finished her sentence and looked at her. I didn’t know whether I was shocked or impressed. A bit of both, I think. She actually had something in
common
with me, I thought to myself. My mom never said anything when I requested to have a piano in my room; she always thought it was just for show and didn’t realize that I actually enjoyed playing. I never told anyone about it, and just shrugged it off whenever anyone asked. I didn’t know why but for some reason it never felt like something that needed to be shared, it almost seemed private in a way.

She gasped silently before looking at me, her gray eyes revealing nothing but curiosity.

“How do you know?” she asked. I got the feeling she didn’t quite believe someone like me could possibly have interest in his kind of music. I just rolled my eyes at her assumption.

“It’s one of my favorites.” I shrugged and then smirked as a new thought came to me. “Can you play it?” I challenged.

She lifted her head defensively. “Yes,” she said firmly before raising an eyebrow. “Can you?”

My eyes lidded slightly as her sexy voice hugged my ears, and her scent of some kind of flower or fruit enveloped me. I groaned internally and instinctively leaned closer, until my face was just an inch away from her. I heard her sharp intake of breath, and she bit down on her lip again.
Dear God,
I thought to myself. For the first time in three years, I felt that desire, an uncontrollable urge to kiss her lips.

“Yes,” I whispered.

I couldn’t control it anymore. I slid even closer to her on the bench, and slowly leaned my face down towards hers.

I knew that this could possibly look bad for me; knew that this could jeapordize my reputation.

Did I care?

Hell no.

H
is lips were just centimeters away from mine. He couldn’t be serious. Kane Richards
kissing
me?
Was
he serious? Did he really just want to kiss me because he had the
urge
to? Or was it just a test like the first time we had met? I didn’t really want to find out.

“Show me,” I whispered, causing him to stop in his tracks and pull back slightly, his expression confused.       

“Show you what?” he asked, his breath fanning over my lips, his gentle voice husky and seductive. I could smell the faint hint of mint on his breath, and my body fought to repress a shudder.

“Show me you can play it,” I replied simply, trying to keep myself under control. The park had become unnaturally quiet and there was no one around but him and me. No one would know if I did anything with him would they? Maybe just one kiss, maybe I should just let him, and run my fingers through his amazing hair, and possibly even tug on it a little.

No, Suranne. Remember who this is.

He frowned for a moment before regaining his smirk and taking my hand. My eyes immediately snapped to where our skin was connected, and I felt a light warmth travel up my arm just from his touch.

“Fine, I have a piano at my place. I have to say I didn’t think you’d be that easy to get into my bedroom.” He grinned and raised his eyebrows suggestively.

And just like that, the warm feeling vanished. I snatched my hand away from his, ignoring how I immediately missed the contact, and pushed the thought into the back of my mind.

“I’m not going to your bloody house! I don’t wanna see you play
that
bad.” I huffed and folded my arms, only earning a suggestive stare at my chest from Kane. I cleared my throat angrily trying to get his attention back to my face. He sighed and leaned back against the bench. “You should be honored, babe. You’d be the first girl I brought back to my room.” He winked at me, before smirking once again.

What was that supposed to mean? How could he be some sex-crazed monster but not have any girls in his room?

It’s obvious he goes back to their place to do the deed. Of course.

So then, what did that make me? My heart swelled at the idea of him actually wanting to bring me back to his house, at the possibility of me being the first. I stared back at him, unable to say anything, and felt so close to accepting his offer. I watched his jaw unclench and his face become soft. He took my hand again and leaned into me slowly.

“Look, Suranne, I – I mean, I don’t . . . just think.
Damn.
” He frustratedly ran his other hand through his hair before continuing.

“You’re not like
them
. . . you’re not even close,” he whispered.

Oh my God. I’m not even close? Did that mean that I was worse than all those other slags he had sex with, so bad that I wasn’t even worth it? No wonder he didn’t mind taking me back to his house, he had no desire to do anything with me. Oh, God. He didn’t want to do me. My breathing became heavier and I was nearing a full-blown panic attack. Was he basically trying to say that I was unwanted?

All of a sudden anger washed through me. How dare he even come up to me, take my hand in his, lean his face in like he was about to kiss me and then tell me I was “not even close.” I knew he was a pompous arse, but geez.

How dare he?

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I attempted to keep a calm and cool composure, but I was struggling greatly. I could almost see a haze cloud my vision. My muscles tightened, my mind filled with anger, my fists clenched with rage.

And my mouth burned with spitting, venomous fury.

And it was all because of Kane Richards.

I was too angry and confused to notice the somewhat bewildered expression on his face.

“What did I say?” he asked, eyes wide.

“Don’t screw with me Kane, I may have been a bit forward the other day at lunch but Jesus, you didn’t have to go to so much trouble to insult me. Those girls that you bang are slags and you have the nerve to say that I’m not even like them but WORSE?!” Tears started to form at the corners of my eyes.