Tempting BAD: VIP Spin Off (9 page)

When I was twelve, I had woken up to use the bathroom one night and saw that my parents were having sex on the couch. My mom was straddling my dad in complete control over him. He freaked out and hurt her. He hurt her so bad that he made her nose bleed and he left bruises all over her body that even makeup couldn’t cover.

That was my fear. That I would react the same way he had, and I would end up hurting someone.

“Devon… baby, where did you go?” she asked, taking me away from my thoughts.

I smiled, holding onto her wrists harsher. “Nowhere, darlin’, I’m right here in between your legs, right where I want to be.”

I moved her wrists together so that I could hold them with one hand, and with the other, I glided my fingers into her mouth. She sucked on them like she was sucking my dick.

“That’s it… get them nice and wet for me,” I praised.

“I’m already wet for you.”

I cocked my head to the side and kissed along the side of her neck. “Oh yeah? Let me feel… do you want me to touch you? Do you want me to pet your pussy?”

“Yes,” she breathed out.

My fingers moved to the hem of her short red dress and I crept my way up her thigh, leaving a wake of desire behind.

“You aren’t wearing any panties,” I groaned, sucking on her cleavage.

She moaned in response.

“You’re soaking wet,” I confirmed, and she moaned again.

With the palm of my hand, I rubbed back and forth from her opening to the top of her clit, spreading all her moisture around.

“Does that feel good? Hmm…” I taunted.

“Yes… yes… that feels amazing.”

“What if I did this?” I pushed my middle and ring finger inside her, curving it to the rigid spot and moving my fingers ever so lightly.

Her knees buckled. “Shit…”

“You like that?” I taunted, barely touching my lips to hers.

Her tongue reached out and touched mine. “You know I do.”

“Then show me, darlin’. Show me how much you like it.”

My fingers moved slowly at first, and with each clench of her pussy, I moved them faster and more precise, making her squirm and whimper.

“That’s it, give it to me; let me see you come apart,” I ordered, looking into her eyes and biting on her bottom lip.

Her head inclined back and her pussy clamped down. I didn’t stop until her juices were dripping from my fingers.

I smiled. “My turn,” I said, grabbing the back of her neck and passionately kissing her as we made our way to my bed.

She hastily pulled off her dress and I swiftly moved my mouth to her nipple, sucking on it. She wasn’t wearing a bra. I unbuckled my pants and kicked them down, and then off. My shirt was next, and before I knew it, we were both naked. Her hand went to her pussy and then to my cock, using the wetness from her sex to glide her hand on my dick in an effortless motion.

“Fuck me…” I growled. “I need to get a condom.”

She nodded.

I never had sex without one. I reached into my nightstand and she flipped me over, taking the wrapper with her.

“My turn,” she said.

She opened the wrapper and applied just the tip of it on my dick, and then with her mouth, she slid it all the way down, deep throating my dick.

She gagged. “Jesus… you’re fucking huge.”

I grinned before flipping her back over, much to her disapproval. I moved in front of her on my knees and twisted her hips to the side. She was still facing me but I had her perfect, round, plump ass on display, and I spanked her. Hard. She yelped in approval.

I was inside her in one swift thrust, gripping onto her ass with one hand while the other caressed her breast.

“Yes… yes… yes…” she huskily praised.

I used her ass as leverage and pounded in and out of her, it didn’t take long to have her coming on my cock and down my balls.

“Fuck… don’t stop… please… don’t stop… make me come again… please.”

I did just that, I made her come over and over again, and when I thought she couldn’t take it anymore, I made her come again, playing with her clit like she was my musical instrument and I was the conductor. I moved her legs so that they were on my shoulders and her back arched off the bed.

“Fuck… you’re so tight, so fucking wet,” I growled.

I leaned forward to claim her mouth and sucked on her tongue.

“Do it… do it… do it… come on my cock… do it again.”

“Ah!” she yelled.

And with that orgasm, she took me over the edge with her.

“Honey, please don’t do this, please… you’re scaring the children,” Mom pleaded.

“Do you think I give a flying fuck about the kids? Your life is so fucking easy; I give you the best life and what do you give me? Nothing. You give me nothing.”

“Honey—”

He slapped her; he slapped her so hard across the face that she fell to the ground.

Lauren started crying and Alexis followed. I locked eyes with my mom and she looked so broken, so helpless.

“Shut the fuck up! Shut those fucking kids up!”

Her eyes shut, pleading with me. I moved quickly and grabbed Lauren’s hand, picked up Alexis, and then took them into my bedroom, turning on the TV to block out the noise.

I sat Alexis on my bed and Lauren sat next to her.

“Shhh…. girls, stop crying… everything is okay now… stop crying,” I calmly stated. “Look… it’s Sponge Bob! Who lives in a pineapple under the sea,” I sang and they started smiling and laughing. “Come on, it’s your favorite part. Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?”

“Sponge Bob Square Pants,” they sang in unison, clapping their hands together like I showed them.

“Absorbent and yellow and porous is he,” I sang again.

“Sponge Bob Square Pants,” they repeated, singing.

“If nautical nonsense be something you wish.” I laughed at their happy faces, even though, there were fresh tears displayed all over.

“Sponge Bob Square Pants.” they sang, laughing with me.

“Then drop on the deck and flop like a fish.” I made a funny face.

“Sponge Bob Square Pants.” They made funny faces back at me.

“Ready?” I asked.

“Sponge Bob Square Pants, Sponge Bob Square Pants, Sponge Bob Square Pants, Sponge Bob Square Pants,” we all sang.

They giggled and danced around, forgetting everything they had just witnessed.

I wished I could be so lucky.

I gasped, sitting straight up.

“Fuck… Are you okay?” Lola questioned with a frightened look next to me.

“Yeah… fuck, I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“You were shaking and mumbling. You look terrified. Are you sure you’re all right?”

I nodded. “Yes, I just had a bad dream. Go back to sleep. I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

I nodded. “I’m positive.”

I went into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me and turning on the shower.

I looked in the mirror and the reflection was the same as it was when I was a child.

Broken.

“I love sunsets,” I expressed, looking at the beauty before me, nestled in the crook of Landon’s arm. We had spent the day at the beach, just the two us.

He looked out over the horizon and let me continue.

“It’s like the world stops spinning for just a few seconds and then night takes over. Once the sunrise appears, you have a whole new start to try again. A whole new day to make changes and decisions that could not only affect you, but everyone around you.”

I could feel his eyes on me. “Jesus… baby…”

I smiled, peeking up at him through my lashes. “What?”

“That’s some deep shit. I wish I could take away—”

“Don’t.”

He sighed. “Why? Brooke… why can’t we talk about it?”

I leaned back to pull away from him and he grabbed my arm, keeping me in place.

“There’s nothing to talk about, and even if there was”—I shrugged my shoulders—“what’s the point? It’s not going to miraculously change anything.”

“But maybe it will if you talk to them about it? They are your parents… don’t you think they have a right to know?”

“A right to know?” I repeated aggravated. “You’re joking, right?”

He rolled his eyes and leaned forward; sitting up to gain authority over me I was sure. “No, I’m not. I’m dead serious. You keeping it bottled up inside is doing you harm. You’ve changed so much over the last two years. I barely recognize you anymore. You’re about to graduate from high school and what? Huh? You’re just going to keep going on the path you are right now? Being this girl that no one can get close to? Especially me… I love you, Brooke. I love you so much, and the fucked up part is that I know you love me, too! I can see it every time we’re alone. Every time we make love, every time you let your guard down for just one goddamn minute, I see the Brooke you used to be. I want that girl back.”

I shook my head, not breaking our locked eyes. “Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to live in that house? To see that my parents look so fucking in love, it’s nauseating! To know that when my father tells us he has something to do, he’s probably going to his mistress’ house, to see his other children… my siblings that I’ve never even heard of. You have no fucking idea and you have no right to judge me,” I revealed, immediately regretting my words.

“Brooke…”

“No! I don’t want to hear it. You have no idea and it’s so much easier to throw stones. It doesn’t matter what I say or do because my mom is fine with it, Landon. How fucked up is that? I wanted more than anything in this world to be like them, and now when I look at them… when I look at love, in general, it’s all fucked up and jaded and I want no part of it. I care about you, Landon, I do. But I don’t love you. I’m sorry…”

“You’re lying, to me and to yourself. You lie to everyone.”

“What more do I have to do? Huh? Do I need to go fuck someone else to prove to you that I don’t love you?”

His eyes widened.

“You have been an amazing friend to me and I love the time we spend together. I love what we have and I love you as a person, but I’m not in love with you. Why can’t you understand that?”

“I can’t do this anymore,” he replied, catching me off guard.

“You don’t mean that.”

“I mean that more than anything. I can’t play this game with you anymore. I can’t be with you and not really with you. It’s not fair to me. This ends, right now.”

I lowered my eyebrows. “What?” I whispered, trying to comprehend what he was saying to me.

“If you can’t tell me you love me, Brooke, if you can’t give me any hope that this is going somewhere, that we’re going somewhere, then this is done. I can’t keep doing this with you. I’m done.”

I laughed. “So you’re giving me an ultimatum?”

He shook his head. “Call it whatever you want. I don’t care.”

“Just go,” I breathed out.

He jerked back, surprised. “Really? Just like that?”

I nodded not looking at him.

“No, baby.”

That made me look at him.

“If you’re going to do this, then you’re going to have to look at me and tell me that you don’t love me and that this is over. I want you to be of sound mind and body, acknowledging that this is your doing… not mine, so when you look back on it, you will know that you lost me… not the other way around,” he stated with torn emotion and sincerity.

I pulled the hair away from my face, wanting nothing more than to pull it the fuck out and run away from this situation. Run away from the man standing before me. As much as I wanted to tell him not to leave… I couldn’t. I couldn’t give him my heart because it no longer belonged to me. I left it on the floor by my parents’ bedroom door when it shattered and I never went back to pick up the pieces.

I looked straight into his eyes and told the only man that ever truly loved me that I didn’t love him back, that what we shared and I held so dearly to my heart, didn’t matter and didn’t mean anything.

I didn’t hesitate.

I didn’t cry.

I didn’t show any emotion.