What do you do when everything you had planned out for yourself gets changed in one summer? Do you embrace the new or fight to keep things the same?
For seventeen year old Kinzleigh everything was going just as she always planned. She had great friends, went to a school she loved, and always knew she was destined for greatness. One step already completed towards acquiring the job she has forever dreamed of, a pro football cheerleader. Nothing and no one was going to stand in her way, especially not love. What she doesn't expect is for her parents to suddenly change everything and send her spiraling into a life she didn't want for herself, especially after meeting one blue eyed boy she can't stop dreaming about. Her life is changing at every turn. She is learning that sometimes life has different plans than our own. When she finally accepts the hand fate has dealt, everything is ripped from her once again.
Can she accept the ugly fate that was chosen for her or will she fight to once again accept it.
We get up at the same time and she follows me outside the door. The door comes out on the side of the house so we walk back to the pool. "It must be nice to have these views every day," I say standing at the edge of the pool.
"It is," she replies. "I love it here. I'm going to miss this place. I'm going to try to come back after senior year for college." She stops behind me. My tattoo must be slightly showing from the sides of my shirt because she starts tracing the outline. The light caressing of her finger sends chills down my arms. "Usually people our age doesn't have tattoos, what does it mean?"
I usually don't talk about my tattoo because it's mine and mine alone. Something I don't want shared with the world. I've never told anyone what it means; not even Ryland. That's the reason it's in Latin. She whispers, "Infragilis."
For some reason though, I want to tell her. "Unbreakable. It's Latin." I expect her to ask me a lot of questions; to quiz me on the meaning, but she surprises me when I hear nothing at all, just a sigh of contentment.
She runs her finger down my back. She clasps her small hands around my waist. The feel of her so close makes me close my eyes. I begin to turn around when she pushes me off the side, causing me to fall into the pool.
I come up for air, completely soaked, to her bent over laughing. "What was that for?" I'm trying hard to sound mad, but her laughter is contagious and before I know it I'm laughing along with her.
She stands upright, placing her hands on her hips. "That's for earlier." She winks. "I don't get mad; I get even."
I come to the edge, placing my palms flat on the cement, pulling myself up. She doesn't realize she just made this a game. I can do this all night. It's in my competitive nature. I'm trailing water as I stalk towards her. She is still laughing a little until she looks me in the eyes. Her eyes widen as she realizes what I'm doing and takes off running.
I chase after her around the yard. She's pretty quick to be so short and dainty, but no match for me. I play baseball and football back home and I'm one of the fastest guys on the team. I'm not even breaking a sweat and I'm on her heels. I'm giving her a few minutes lead just to toy with her, allowing her to think she's won. Right before she gets to the gate, I increase my stride and wrap my arm around her waist causing her to scream out. When she realized it was a little loud, she slaps her hand over her mouth trying not to cause a commotion with Ryland's parents.
I pull her backward towards me and scoop her into my arms, cradling her. She places her arms around my neck for stability, but begins kicking her legs trying to break free from my grasp. "There's not a chance I'm letting you get away now, sweetheart. I always love a good challenge."
She looks at the pool getting closer with each step and turns back to me. "You wouldn't dare." She narrows her eyes. "Breyson, no!"
"Oh but I would," I say and take off running towards the pool. I jump off the deep end of the pool with her in my arms. Breaking through the water, I release her so we can come back up for air.
She breaks the surface, brushing her hair back out of her face laughing. "The water is freezing. I can't believe you did that!" She splashes water at me. "I didn't bring any extra clothes."
Her thin satin top is clinging to her body, revealing the outline of her bra and cleavage. For the top to be so conservative, reaching all the way to her neck in which it connects with the back fabric; this is by far the sexiest view I've ever had. There is something to be said about a woman that leaves a little to the imagination. When it's all out there for the world to see, for some reason it's less appealing.
"I wouldn't worry about clothes. I'm sure we can find you something. She is wading in the middle of the pool and I am closer to the farther side. I begin making my way towards her, my eyes never leaving hers. She has the slightest smile on her face. When she sees me coming towards her, she begins swimming backwards slowly. "You trying to run from me?" I begin grinning because she is getting closer to the side, leaving less room for her to go.
"You trying to catch me?" She counters sarcastically. You gotta love a girl with a little spunk. Her back finally reaches the corner of the pool, not far from the diving board. She turns around noticing that she is now trapped and I have her right where I want her. She bites the corner of her lip.
I stop right before her, grabbing the edge of the pool in hand on each side of her. "Maybe I am. I know a good catch when I see one." Her eyes are slightly hooded like earlier, giving me the answer to the question in my head. She is giving me the consent that she feels the way I feel right now. I close the distance between us. The warmth of our bodies mingling around us. The water isn't so cold anymore. I wrap one of her legs at a time around me to support her against the wall. I remain holding one edge of the pool and place the other on her neck.
I lean in closer, our lips just a breath apart. "Stop running Kinzleigh." Her eyes close as she releases a sigh. I can't stop myself anymore. I don't want to. I don't care if I have to go back home in a few days. I would rather have a few days I'll never forget than spend the rest of my life in regret. I softly kiss her lips before sucking the droplets of water from them slowly, savoring her taste. They are so full and soft. She slowly relaxes, letting me suck and pull at her bottom lip. I can feel her inexperience as she allows me to lead her lips where I want them. I slightly lick her lip requesting entry in which she grants. As I slide my tongue inside I seek out hers; it's warm and moist entangling with mine.
I run my hand from her neck down the seam of her body, stopping at her waist, just before testing the waters and cupping her bottom. It feels as good as I envisioned it would feel and it's covered in denim. I can't imagine how it would feel bare. I continue to kiss and suck her lip, guiding her tongue in the perfect rhythm with mine. As she slides her tongue inside my mouth, I clench it in my lips and lightly suck it and release. The lowest moan escapes her perfect lips.
My hormones are raging. I can't help it. Holding her by the butt, I pull her closer at the waist. My erection is pressing between her legs. Even in this pool of cool water, I can feel the heat radiating from inside the opening at her thighs. A growl comes from within my chest, causing her to slightly bite my bottom lip. Oh damn, for the first time in my entire life I feel like I could release my seed right here and she hasn't even touched me. She brings her arms up around my neck interlocking her fingers at the back.
I lightly rub my erection over the jeans pressed against her, between her legs. She rolls her head to the side giving me access to her neck. I kiss just below the lobe of her ear and run my tongue lightly down her neck, stopping at the top of her exposed shoulder.
She begins to get a little bold and sways her hips from side to side. "If you keep doing that, I'm going to lose my control and I won't be able to stop."
She lifts her head and looks at me, smiling mischievously and kisses the area on the front of my neck between my collar bone. She lightly trails kisses higher up my neck. "Kinzleigh, you're playing with fire," I warn. She clamps her legs tighter behind my back and clenches the muscles between her legs that is pressed against me.
I can't take it anymore. Without thinking, my hand goes for the button of her pants as I take her lips, more roughly this time. I finally pull away to look her in the eyes. I rest my forehead against hers. "I'll have to go inside and get a condom from my wallet if you want to go any further." I look in her eyes and her breathing is quickening. She looks like she is thinking about it, which only tells me one thing.
"Kinzleigh, you have had sex before right?" I really thought Ryland was blowing smoke up my ass when he was talking about her being inexperienced with guys, but I really didn't think he meant literally none. I will not be the one to take her virginity. That is a connection and attachment I stay away from. Plus, she doesn't deserve that. Her first time should be with someone who has a warm beating heart; mine turned to ice a long time ago.
She isn't looking at me. As a matter of fact she is staring at the water. She releases my neck. "No, I haven't okay. Does it really matter whether I have or not. Since when do guys care about that sort of thing? It's just sex right. Maybe it's time I stop trying to be so perfect. Look at where it's getting me. Nothing is going the way I planned. A few weeks from now my life will be over as I know it. Maybe I should just live for myself and have fun like everyone else. It's kind of perfect really, if you think about it. You can help me get it out of the way and then we won't ever see each other again once you leave. No lies, no expectations, just fun."
Dammit! Why on earth does she have to be a virgin? I run my fingers through my wet hair. I want her; so bad I can't stand it. I've never turned down a girl that looks even half as beautiful as her and I'll probably hate myself for this. She may not want any attachments, but I can't do it to her. She deserves better. I want to claim her as my own; mark her mine, but at what costs? "Let's go inside and change clothes and we'll continue this there." I kiss her softly and lift her to sit on the side of the pool. I lift myself out of the pool and standing up, I reach for her hand. "Come on beautiful."
Charisse Reid lives in the small town of Purvis, Mississippi. She is married with a four year old daughter. She developed a love for reading through iBooks and Kindle app, on her iPad, a year ago she never would have imagined. She loves to escape for a while through the characters of a good romance. Any romance will do, but she has developed a passion for indie authors. They seem to usually develop the best stories in her opinion. Her personal favorite is Young Adult and rocker romance. Got to love those tattooed bad boys right? She never would have dreamed of writing until a fellow author friend mentioned she should try it through editing a work in progress for her.
At first, she thought it was funny because editing was as close as she thought she would get to the creative side of book writing, but then came up with a storyline and decided to give it a shot. Now she absolutely loves to write and has several books lined up that she cannot wait to share with the world.
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