3 Breaths (5 page)

Long blonde hair, tight ass, short belly shirt and then the group of people around the keg raise her high into the air and the chant begins again. Slamming my drink, I walk over to her and give the douchebag holding her legs a glare. He passes her legs to me and I watch her plump pink lips as they are sucked around the end of the tap.

The room spins a little and my cock twitches for the first time in a while.

Yup, I’m fucked up!

After she consumes what seems like a pitcher of beer, I set her down and pull her to me. Casey always had a thing for me and her reaction tells me that after all of these years that hasn’t changed.

“Holy fuck, Krane!” she yells, throwing her arms around my neck. I hold her back keeping my hands low and whisper into her ear, “Fuck, you’ve grown up.”

She pulls back with a grin ear to ear. “I’m twenty-three, what’d you expect?”

Running my fingers through my hair, I shake my head admiring her. She bites her bottom lip and I smirk at her. “Wanna have a drink with me, since you’re legal and all now?”

She nods her head and I grab her hand, leading her to the bar where I grab the bottle of Patrón and pour us each a glass. “How have you been?” she asks.

I shrug my shoulders ignoring her question. “How ’bout you? What have you been up to?”

“Working. I got a job with a record label in the city and I love it.” She takes a drink and looks outside. Then suddenly she grabs my hand and the Patrón pulling me away from the bar. She opens the door to Rod’s spare bedroom and shuts it quickly.

“What the fuck, Casey! What’s the matter?” I ask.

“Jenn was coming inside. Her reaction would be nuclear if she saw us together.” Pushing the lock on the door to keep us safe, she takes a swig from the bottle and then passes it to me.

She wobbles a little and I hold her up. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” she responds and catches me off guard cupping my dick through my pants. My eyes get wide and I set the Patrón on the dresser next to me. Looking at her as I rest one hand on the small of her back and the other I place behind her head, I let her keep touching me and find I like the feeling.

As she rubs my cock, I can’t help but push myself into her, meeting her movements. She looks up at me with those innocent eyes and I bring our lips together. As our mouths connect, everything else in my mind slips away and my cocks throbs, leading me through this.

Kissing her, she moans as our tongues work together. I reach down with one hand, unbuttoning my pants, needing more. Slowly, she slides the zipper down and works her small hand around my needy shaft.

Pulling away from her kisses, I look to see her hold me so tightly and then she’s on her knees. Brushing the hair out of her face, I let her take the lead, stretching those plump pink lips around me. Her warmth shakes my body, my balls tighten, and I work my hips matching her strokes. She swirls her tongue and my cock gets rock hard, sucking me off like I’m a fucking lollipop.

But before I blow my load, I pull away and bring her to her feet. She looks a little confused and asks, “Why did you stop me?”

“Because I want to please you too.” Grabbing the hem of her shirt, I lift it above her head. Her tits spring free, pink nipples just like her lips, and I reach for her pants, unbuttoning them one button at a time. She stops me, grabbing my forearms and asks, “Do you have protection?”

It’s not exactly where I imagined things going, but envisioning my cock inside of her, I know I need it. I nod my head and guide her onto the bed, drenching her entire body with kisses. “Does that mean you want my cock inside of you?” I ask her.

“Yes,” she answers breathlessly.

Kissing and sucking on every part of her body, I am surprised with how clear my mind is and that nothing else matters right now. All I want to do is this, kiss her, lick her, suck on her, and then work her pussy. Teasing her nipples, she arches her body back, and I reach into the nightstand pulling out a condom, knowing Rod always has a stash in here.

Some things never change.

Tearing open the package, I kneel up and roll it down my length. She watches me with her legs spread wide waiting for me. Holding her legs apart, I hover over her, teasing her clit with the head of my shaft. Then slowly, I ease my way into her tight cunt. I’ve always been a sucker for a tight pussy.

Finding her mouth with mine, I kiss her slowly, synching my tongue to my thrusts. Casey moans, making me drill her that much more. Clearly, she must like it rough, because the deeper I get, the louder her noises are. Her legs are now wound around me and I find my hands in her hair.

My body trembles on top of her, enjoying this, a desire that I have missed. I support myself above her, working my thick shaft in and out of her. She arches back and I watch her, taking in her enjoyment of me. Then out of nowhere she screams my name and my balls erupt, shooting cum from the tip of my dick. I ride her hard. Loving how she quivers underneath me as we come together.

Casey is panting and we are both sweaty. I smirk, kissing her one more time before I pull my cock from her. “Fuck, you have a tight pussy.”

She laughs lying on the bed naked. “And you have a great dick.”

She stands briefly, grabbing the bottle of Patrón and takes a swig. I flush the condom and then come out of the bathroom to get dressed.

“Thank you,” I tell her as she hands me the bottle.

I take a swig and she asks, “For what? The sex or tequila?”

“Both,” I tell her and lean down giving her another kiss and pass the bottle back to her. She takes it from me and as I leave the room, she says, “You know, he’s nothing like you were to Jenn. He’s been an asshole to her for years.”

I look back at her before I close the door and say, “I guess she got what she paid for.”

I leave the room with the vision of her sitting naked on the bed etched into my brain. As I turn to head down the hallway, I run right into Jenn who looks concerned and asks me, “Have you seen my sister?”

I can’t help but smirk at her.

Oh the timing.

I open the door and Casey is pulling up her jeans, her tits are still free and she stands in the room half naked and a little wobbly. Jenn looks at me and I wink at her before walking off. There are so many things that I could say to her right now, but it’s pointless. Jenn always questioned things with Casey and I when we were together, so this will just rub salt into the old wound and hurt her. God, the look on her face was satisfying and fucking Casey took my mind off of the pain, just like fighting does.

Fuck, I wish the banging in my head would stop. But it won’t. Every time that I think it will, it keeps pounding again and again. “Krane,” I hear my name and open my eyes, the light of day blinding me. “Krane, open up!”

I stumble from the couch, still drunk, and open the door. Standing so beautifully with two coffees and a brown bag in hand is Ivy. She turns her head from me and says, “Fuck, at least put some pants on.”

I look down at my half hard cock and cover it with one hand. “Sorry,” I say and turn searching for my jeans which are nowhere in sight. Walking towards the bedroom, I spot them on the floor and look back to see Ivy staring at my ass. “You can come in, Ivy.”

She shakes her head as if to clear some bad thoughts from it and I laugh to myself, putting my jeans on. I look for my shirt and remember that I jerked off in it when I got home; thinking of fucking Casey got me going.

Picking another shirt out of my closet, I walk back out into the living room where Ivy is sitting on the couch, taking the food from the bag. “What happened last night?” she asks.

And I’m reminded that I completely blew her off. I trust that she really doesn’t want to know what happened, so I lie. “Uhh, I got called to fight in the city and my fucking cell phone died. See?” I show her the black screen, knowing that I am horrible with charging the piece of shit, ’cause Zoë always did that for me.

“Did you win?” she asks.

“Yup, took him to the ground and snapped his arm in an arm-bar before the ref could call it.”

“God, that’s crazy. No wonder your face looks so good.”

“You like my face, do you?” I tease her.

She slaps my arm and I raise my hands signaling a truce, and say, “I was only joking.”

She nods and passes me a breakfast sandwich. “Thank you,” I say.

“Of course.” She looks away from me and I worry that something is bothering her.

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing, I just…I had a rough night last night, again.”

“Ivy, you gotta let it go. Each day, you have to focus on you. We can’t keep telling the other to do one thing and not do it ourselves.”

She nods a few times, listening to me, and takes a sip of her coffee. “I’m trying, but I had a horrible dream last night about her dying and now I just keep envisioning her that way. It’s like that’s the only way I remember her now.”

“No, Ivy. You can’t do that. She deserves more from you. It was a dream. Push it away. It’s not real.”

“I know, but it’s like it’s burned into my mind,” she responds with tears in her eyes staring at the carpet.

Taking her coffee, I set it down and grab both of her hands. “Look at me.”

Her pain-filled eyes are red and glassy and I just want to take her pain away. Then I get an idea, something that might help. “Come with me and let me show you something?” She looks confused, but nods her head, and I place our food back in the bag and the coffees in the tray. Grabbing her hand, I lead her outside and down to my truck. “Where are we going?” she asks me as I help her up.

“It’s better if I show you.”

She buckles her seatbelt and I hand her the tray. She sets it on her lap and I jog around the vehicle. Getting in, my head is still pounding, but I know the fresh air and sound of the waves will help me, like it does every day.

We make the trek to Long Beach, Zoë’s favorite place in the entire world, and I park in my usual spot. Ivy looks out the window and says, “I’m not really dressed for the beach.”

“Me neither, just come with me.” I grab a towel from my back seat and tuck it under my arm. Taking the food from her, we step onto the soft white sand. I never told Ivy or anyone that Zoë asked me to bring her here before she died. My mom knows I go to Long Beach every day, but she thinks it’s just to clear my mind.

Seagulls swirl in the air and a few families are scattered around enjoying a day in this amazing place. “This was Zoë’s favorite beach,” I tell Ivy and hand her a sandwich, laying the towel down. We each remove our flip-flops and sit side by side, facing the water.

Ivy looks out at the expansive sea, letting out a deep breath of air that she has been holding. “We used to come here as kids for family vacations,” she says.

“I know,” I respond, “She told me…every summer.”

“Yup. Do you come here often?” she asks me.

“Every day.”

She looks at me a bit perplexed and asks, “Why?”

I stretch my legs out and lean back on my arms in preparation to go back to that place, the one place I hate to revisit. “The night Zoë…passed…” Tears fill my eyes, imagining her so helpless as she fought for her life. “She…she had asked me to bring her here the next day. I promised I would and even being in so much pain after losing her, I came. And have every day since. It’s the place that I feel closest to her.” Pain reels through me, reliving the events, and I finally pull my eyes away from the water, glancing at Ivy who is quiet. She is crying herself watching the waves.

I hoped bringing her here would help, but it seems to have only hurt her more. Taking my arm, I sling it over her shoulder and hug her tight against my body. She clings to me crying and I hold her close to me, where both of us can just…be.

“Thank you for today,” Ivy says, as she gets into her car.

“Of course, I hope it helped.”

“It did. You always do, Krane.” She looks at me with those eyes and I smile. Heading back into my apartment, I plug my phone in to charge it and turn the shower on. Looking around at the filth I call home, I collect the clothes that are littered around my house and toss them into the wash. The wedding is soon and I don’t want to catch flak from my sister or family, which I know will happen if I pack a bunch of dirty crap.