Serendipity (11 page)

I freeze at her words. I look between my parents, wondering which one will unleash their fury first.

“Dean!” They shout in unison.

I knock her leg with my knee under the table and she returns with a wicked glare. Never has a woman infuriated me so damn much.

“You know, I’m not all that hungry. I have some work to finish up before I go out tonight.” I stand, leaving my untouched food at the table and don’t look back.

I walk into the shed and start to clear some boxes away from the stairs leading to the loft that one day, I plan to clean out and make it mine. Brushing off the debris on one of the steps, I sit down and pull my phone from my pocket to call John.

“Sheriff O’Malley.” He answers.

“Hi, John, it’s Dean.” I lean forward, placing my elbows on my knees and look around at all the junk in the shed. To clean this place up will definitely be my next project.

“Hey, boy, how’s the girl doing?” He asks.

Why is everyone so worried about Barbie? I get that she was the one that got hurt and I walked away without a scratch on me, but come on!

“She’s okay, I guess,” I shrug.

“That’s good to hear. What can I do for you?”

“I was just wondering about the accident…”
No, I’m really not wondering about the accident. I know who was at fault, what I really want is for you to tell me it was all Barbie’s fault.

John clears his throat. “I’m glad you brought that up. You see, the accident happened just north of the Fill ‘N Go. I stopped in to see if anyone saw anything and it turns out that the clerk saw the whole thing. He said the red car was swerving a bit and ran the red light.”

A smile spreads across my face. I’d love to run into the house and rub it in Barbie’s face, but I know I can’t do that. “I knew it! See, I told everyone it was her fault and nobody believed me. Thanks, John. Now what’s next?”

“You two are all set with me. You just have to worry ‘bout your vehicles now.”

“I will. Thanks again.” I stand from the step and walk towards the door.

“Anytime, son. Take care and drive safe, I don’t want any more run-ins with you.”

“Not a problem, sir,” I hang up and a shout a ‘yee-haw’ at the top of my lungs and do a fist pump. This day is turning out a lot better than I thought it would have been.

I spend the rest of the day finding anything to keep me busy which—given that I’ve spent so little time here over the past few days—isn’t hard to do. I’m happy about the news John had for me but I’m not going to say anything just yet. I’ll wait to see if Barbie calls him.

I don’t relax until I finally reach the stable. Being in here with my horse always seems to calm me down. This is the place I tend to come when I have thinking to do. I stroke the mane of Bo, my black stallion.

“Bo, I wish I’d known that women could be such trouble. I would have stayed away years ago. I have plans to go see Devon tonight but I don’t know if I should. Today when I was out with Barbie, something happened. I’m not sure what it was but there was like this silent exchange between us, but then she had to go and open her mouth.”

I look into his eyes as I talk to him and it’s almost as if he understands. I don’t care that he doesn’t know what I’m saying, it feels good to get it out. I glance down at my watch and notice that I’m cutting it close to get to Devon’s place. I still have to shower before I leave.

I blow out a sigh of relief when I walk into a silent house. I glance around the corners, expecting to see my parents and Barbie but they are nowhere to be seen. I look out the kitchen window that overlooks the driveway, and I see that the truck is gone.

I rush upstairs for a shower and I’m dressed and ready to go before everyone gets back. Grabbing the keys to my car, I slip into my boots and head out. I’m almost to the car when my dad’s truck pulls in. I watch as he opens the door for Phoebe, helping her out. She smiles and giggles while holding an ice cream cone. My mom laughs along, holding a cup with a large spoon sticking out.

Seriously, they went for ice cream and they didn’t bother asking me if I wanted any? I remember the last time they took me out for ice cream. It was for my fourteenth birthday. I was so excited, and they let me take my friend Jake along.

It’s been less than forty-eight hours and they are treating this girl as if she’s their daughter.

I act as if I don’t see them and I hop in my old Neon. Yeah, don’t laugh. This car was cool when I was sixteen and since I’ve crashed the truck and don’t know the extent of the damages yet, I’m back to relying on this old POS.

I pull up to Devon’s condo a little late but it doesn’t matter. I’m just scratching an itch, right?

I knock on the door and try not to let my anxiety show. It was cool when we were all hanging out and I would just go home with her—admittedly half the time we were drunk—but this feels a little too… intimate. I guess it’s a good thing I didn’t suggest dinner first. Then it would’ve been like a real date.

When she opens the door the air leaves my lungs. God, she’s beautiful. The sunset catches the red highlights in her brown hair and they shine through like flames. Her green eyes rake over my body and I feel myself come alive. Without a word I step in and pull her into my arms, kissing her as if today was my last day on earth.

I eye Dean as he walks to his old beater but if he notices me watching him he doesn’t show it. The look on his face was enough to for my heart to drop to my stomach. It’s pretty clear from the way he interacts with his parents that they don’t have a relationship like me and my mom.

There was an uncomfortable silence at dinner when it was just the three of us. Emily had called Dean to eat but he said he was too busy. After dinner I asked for some ice cream, and when Emily said she didn’t have any Keith suggested we go out for some.

On the way back home, Keith had us in stitches telling Chuck Norris jokes. I hadn’t laughed that hard in so long, and in the end I had to tell him to stop because the laughing made my body ache. Once we get home, we sit around the table eating our desserts and I tell Keith and Emily all about me, my mom, my dad, and work. I never thought it would happen but it felt good to get it out. I never really had the chance to get close to my dad and spending these couple of days with Keith, I realize how much I actually missed out on.

Emily helps me up the stairs and changes the gauze over my stitches. When she takes off the old dressing, I look in the mirror and cringe. It’s gross!

“Oh, Phoebe, don’t worry. You’ll be healed in no time,” she assures me as she tapes the gauze over the stitches. I brush my teeth and pull out a nightgown from a drawer in the dresser. Emily cleaned out two of Dean’s drawers and is letting me use them for the duration of my stay so that I don’t have to live out of my suitcases.

I say goodnight to Emily and Keith, grab my Kindle, and hop into bed. It’s only been two days and I’m feeling significantly better. I can still only use one hand and the gash on my head with the stitches makes me feel as if I’m Frankenstein’s Bride but at least the headaches aren’t as frequent and I have my energy back.

I skim through my books until I find one that I know will take me a while to read. I have nothing but time now. I’m engulfed in the world of Christian and Ana when I yawn. Glancing at the clock, I notice it’s after midnight. I’ve been reading for three hours but it still feels early.

Eyeing the bag with all of my undergarments on the floor by the bed, a thought strikes me. I haven’t heard Dean come in yet and I’m certain that the Montgomery’s are sleeping by now. I walk across the room, peek out into the hallway to make sure everyone is asleep and close the door quietly. On my way back, I reach into my bag and find my small, silver toy. I smile when I twist the bottom and feel it come to life.

I lie back down on the bed and shut off the bedside lamp. Hiking up my nightgown, I peel my panties down to my mid-thigh and get to work. I’m almost at climax when I hear a door slam. I quickly sit up and peer out of the window to see Dean walking up to the house, nearly tripping over his own feet.

I turn on the lamp and toss my vibrator back into my bag. I slide my panties back up and straighten my nightgown before heading downstairs.

I’m just reaching the bottom step when Dean stumbles into the house. He’s obviously drunk, and he looks at me and smiles. I run over to him and try to catch him before he falls. I wince when he drags me down with him but he doesn’t notice. He starts laughing and I can smell the alcohol on his warm breath. He stops laughing when he realizes how close his mouth is to my neck.

“You smell gooood,” he slurs his words and can’t help but giggle.

I sigh and shake my head. “Come on, Don Juan, let’s get you to bed,” I push myself out from under him and stand up. I wait for him to get his footing before helping him to the den.

Pushing him onto the couch, I kneel down and pull off his boots using only one hand and my body weight. I catch him staring at me, his gaze sends heat throughout my body. “What are you looking at?” I ask.

He gives me a sly grin with his eyes only half open. “You look good on your knees.” he throws his head back and laughs.

I bite on my bottom lip to stop from giggling. I like this Dean, he’s funny and cute. There’s no denying that this man is attractive. After seeing him today with his shirt off standing in front of me, and then the way his hands slid up my body with such ease, leaving a trail of goose bumps in their path. It was enough to make me come on the spot.

Dean is silent while I sit on the couch next to him and lift the shirt over his head. The scent that I know as ‘Dean’ is buried somewhere beneath the smell of smoke, alcohol and cheap perfume.

I lie him down on the couch and unbutton his jeans. I start to unzip them when his hand covers mine. I freeze and look up.

“You is so purdy,” he mutters.

I smile and nod. “Thank you,” I continue to work on his jeans and slide them down his muscular legs. By the time I get his pants off, I hear him lightly snoring. I cover him up with a blanket and—before I can stop myself—I lean in and kiss his forehead. I don’t know why but I felt the need to take care of him.

I head back upstairs and grab my vibrator from my bag to finish what I had started. It’s not long before I’m soaring in a long-overdue climax. I softly moan and breathe heavily. I slide up my panties and head to the bathroom to clean myself and the toy off. When I open the bedroom door, I nearly walk into Dean… again.

Shit! Did he hear me?

He stands there like a statue, staring at me like he’s about to attack me. His chocolate eyes look black in the dimly lit hallway, the only light coming from two small wall sconces. I try to move around him but he blocks my attempt.

My eyes widen when I glance down, he’s only wearing a pair of boxer briefs that hug his hips, thighs and his... my jaw drops when I notice the impressive bulge in his pants. Before I can blink, he cups my face with both hands, tips my face up and crushes his lips to mine. I try to push him away but I don’t want to be too loud in case I wake the Montgomery’s. He turns me so that my back is pressed against the wall, thrusting his hips into me, his now full erection bumps into my stomach and a hunger grows in me like never before.

He lifts me and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist while griping onto his shoulders. I drop the vibrator and hear the buzzing when it hits the ground but ignore it. He reaches down and lifts my gown forcefully. Kissing along my jaw and down my neck, he lets out a throaty groan and pulls the top of my gown down, freeing my breasts and wasting no time pulling my erect nipple into his mouth. A moan escapes my lips and he stops to look at me. Just when I think he’s going to stop all together and set me down, he surprises me by giving the same attention to my other nipple.

He pulls down his boxers and rubs himself against my wet panties. The thin, lace fabric is the only barrier between us but it doesn’t stop him. He thrusts his hips and it doesn’t take me long to feel the familiar building sensation. He covers my mouth with his to quiet my moans and I let my climax run free. It feels like it lasts minutes but in reality I know it is only seconds. He lets me ride it out and when I start to come down, he slides me down his body until my feet rest on the hardwood floor.

I look down at his swollen erection and I go to grab it but he stops me. “Don’t,” is all he says before turning and walking back downstairs.

What the fuck just happened? Am I dreaming right now?