This Regret (11 page)

I push her hand away and huff, while placing the icepack back to my face. This girl is crazy if she thinks that pussy could have caused this kind of damage. “No sweetheart, it would take more than that scared little pussy to throw me around," I say sarcastically.

I turn and walk through the house with Maxine’s heels echoing off the hardwood floor behind me. Rayne gets ready to stand up and growl, but I place my hand up, stopping her as I plop back down onto the leather couch and throw my icepack on the coffee table.
Maxine stops dead in her tracks when she notices Rayne for the first time. “Whoa, is your dog going to bite me?” She takes a step back, almost tripping over her own shoes.

“No, she’s fine.” I snap my fingers and point down the hallway. “Go lay down, Rayne.”

Rayne scrambles to her feet, panting, before taking off down the hallway and turning right into her bedroom.

Pain is shooting through my face again and throbbing almost as if I can feel the bruise spreading over my eye and its beginning to swell shut. It hurts like hell. I just want to take some painkillers and go to sleep, but now I have to deal with this shit.

Maxine is standing here in front of me practically naked as she gets down on her knees in front of me, but all I can think about is what Phoenix and Kade are doing.

“It looks like it hurts.” She runs her hands up my thighs slowly, kneading as she goes. She leans in to run her tongue over my abs, her warm breath causing my dick to get hard. “Let me make it feel better.”

Something inside of me wants to push her away, but yet, for some reason I don’t. There’s no denying the fact that my cock could use some play time and as she said, she wants to make it feel better.
So why not let her?

She runs her hands over my briefs before placing her fingers under the band so she can pull them down. I lift up allowing her to pull them down, my cock springing free. She grabs it in her hand and looks up at me with hooded eyes, licking her lips. It looks so big in her tiny hands and I’m wondering what she expects to do with it. Most girls take one look at its size and shy away, but she looks un-phased.

“It’s so big and hard for me.” She moans. “I want it in my mouth. Deep in my throat, baby.” She starts stroking her hand up and down my length with one hand and she sits back to unbutton the rest of her jacket with the other. She lets go long enough to slide it off, then takes hold of it again. I lean back, resting my head against the back of the couch. She runs her tongue along the length of my shaft, then swirls it around the head of my cock. She then wraps her warm lips around it, sucking it half way in before swirling her mouth around it.

A deep growl sounds in my chest as I grab the back of her head and slowly move it up and down at a steady pace before pushing my hips up, hitting her in the back of the throat. I can feel her spit dripping down my balls.

“You like the way my dick tastes in your mouth?” I pull her head back and she suctions until it pops free. She slowly runs her tongue over her lips as if savoring the taste.

“It tastes so fucking good. The best dick I’ve ever tasted.” She grips my thighs before placing her mouth back over my cock, s
ucking, and moaning so hard it almost makes me lose my control for a minute.

I hold back knowing she won’t be able to handle it. She can barely even fit half of it in her tiny mouth and I’m lucky she’s even giving it a shot.

Wrapping her hair around my hand, I stand up and pull her head back slowly, before pushing my way back into her mouth again, this time causing her to choke a little, but she seems to like it.

She picks up pace and after about ten minutes of her sucking and swirling her tongue around my cock, I finally feel a tug on my balls. I can't help but to push up with my hips.

"I'm about to blow," I warn her, giving her one chance to stop. She sucks harder and that's all it takes before I feel the pulsing through my dick, emptying my load in her mouth. She sucks one last time, up the shaft of my dick, licking me clean at the head, like a pro.

I moan, it’s such a turn on. “I guess you really did like the taste,” I say, raising an eyebrow as she stands up and wipes her mouth off.

“It was delicious.” She runs her hands up my chest and leans in, pressing her lips against my neck. “I want you, inside of me, I need more.”

Although I’m thankful for what she just did, I just can’t bring myself to have sex with her. Maybe I’m just tired or maybe it’s the throbbing pain in my face. Who knows, but I have a feeling it's neither. Whatever the reason, it won't be happening tonight.

I reach for my briefs and look back at her, waiting for me to give her approval. I place my hand on her chin and
pull it up so she’s looking me in the eye.

“I can’t tonight. It’s not a good night.”

A look of disappointment takes over her soft features.

“That’s okay.” She smiles trying to hide the rejection. “Maybe another time.”

I reach out and extend my hand to help her up. She takes my hand and puts on her jacket before buttoning it back up. Then she places her hand on my cheek, reaches in and kisses me by the mouth. Giving me one last look, she turns heading for the door but pauses, looking over her shoulder. "You’re going to make someone extremely happy one day.” She smiles but it doesn't reach her eyes. "She'll be one lucky girl. You try to be tough, but I see how you treat me and I'm not even your girl, your one of the good guys and that's a rare find. If you change your mind, my number's on the table." She reaches for the handle and opens the door.

Yeah, she might’ve been right eight years ago, but not so much now. That person died along with my best friend.

She starts to walk out the door. I smile at her while leaning against the side of the couch. “Take care, Maxine.”

The door closes behind her and I almost want to punch something at the first thought that runs through my head. What if Phoenix is doing the same thing to Kade right now?

Dammit, I'm fucked.

Chapter Seven

Phoenix

It’s been two days since stepping foot into that tattoo shop and still, I can’t seem to get the image of Kellan out of my mind. Seeing him was like walking off the deep end of a pool and not knowing how to swim. It felt as if I were suffocating, drowning in my own emotions with no escape route. I wasn’t sure if I should’ve been angry, sad, confused or happy; therefore, I settled for all of the above.

As soon as I set sight on those amber colored eyes and that dimpled smile, I knew there was something familiar there, like coming home. To be honest I had given up hope years ago, thinking I would never see that face again. That’s the one thing that keeps me from being angry, though I know I should be. I know he’s alive and that means something. It’s really amazing how eight years really changes someone. I almost didn’t recognize him.

He’s no longer that charming twenty year old with the spiky hair, clean
shave, and fancy clothing I used to daydream about. Now he’s sexy as hell, manly, muscled and inked with eyes that scream pain. I remember that scar through his eyebrow and the unfamiliarity of it. It was what was missing all those years ago. It leaves me with so many unanswered questions, such as, what has he been through over the years or where has he been? I wonder what kind of person he was or who he’s been with. Could he have changed that drastically, from the boy that used to protect me and make me laugh at my lowest? Is he still that boy that used to stand up for Adric and take blame for his wrong doings? Who is this new Kellan and do I want to find out? Will I even get that chance, or will he run again?

I still remember the day he disappeared, also the day that Adric died. My parents got a phone call from Dale saying Kellan’s car was found smashed up on the side of the road about three blocks away from my house and he was nowhere to be found. The cops, his parents, family and friends searched for him for days without any luck. No one knew if he was dead or alive. Hell, he could’ve taken off and bled to death somewhere with no one to help him.

I took off running the streets, barely keeping my sanity while searching for Kellan with the belief that if anyone could find him, it would be me. I searched everywhere that I could think of: The park, their secret place in the woods, the school, the old hangout spot. You name it, I went and looked. When every place came up empty, I had a nervous breakdown. Rumor was he couldn’t handle living without Adric and went crazy, crashing his car to take his own life or some shit. They were like brothers. The thing is, I didn’t just lose one that day, but two best friends. I had already lost Adric and I couldn’t cope with losing them both. I was dead inside, hollowed out. I just wanted to be lost and never found.

Kade eventually found me in the woods at their favorite place. I was broken and a total mess, crying my eyes out while s
taring up at the tree house Adric built when I was nine. He somehow pulled me out of the trance I was in. After that, he became my rock and my best friend, helping me to stay strong. It wasn’t the same as having Adric and Kellan, but he was all I had left. Him and Jen, but I was different.

Now, after eight years, here Kellan is, close to town, owning a tattoo shop named after my brother, and yet he couldn’t even contact us. The thought alone feels like a knife to the chest at the hands of the one you love.
Doesn’t he understand the hand we were dealt or the hell I’ve walked through?

The thought still shocks me and as far as I can tell, Kade feels the same way. He was a total wreck when we walked out of that shop. He wouldn’t even speak to me on our way back to my house. He just kept muttering under his breath and gripping the steering wheel so tight I thought it was going to break, but never taking his eyes away from the road. I haven’t seen or spoken to him since and I really have no idea what to say to him. We’re at the park setting up for Dale’s company picnic and Kade should be arriving any minute. That’s if he plans on even coming at all.

“Phoenix, pass me the damn tablecloth.”

I’m pulled from my thoughts at the sound of Saline’s voice. “Excuse me?” I look up from the ground and blink a few times trying to rejoin reality.

Saline brushes past me, bumping me out of the way and reaches for a red tablecloth, spreading it out and waving it up and down in the air. She looks pretty pissed off for some reason and I’m guessing it’s my fault. “Never mind, I’ll just do it myself. Why don’t you go ‘not help’ somewhere else. I’m trying to get this shit done.” She looks me in the eye and sneers before pulling a piece of platinum blond hair off her face. “Can’t you see how hot is out here?”

“Someone’s a little pissy.” I reach for the end of the tablecloth and help flatten it over the table. Wouldn’t want to upset the princess even more. Then again, why wouldn’t I? “Sorry, I was just thinking,” I mutter. “Let me take care of this. Why don’t you take a break and go get something to drink.” My eyes trail her glistening body and I smile, somewhat enjoying her breaking a sweat. “You’re looking a little sweaty. Maybe you should pour some of it on your head to cool off. You wouldn’t want to stink up those designer shorts, now would ya?”

“Fuck off. I’m not in a good mood. I hate these stupid picnics.” Rolling her eyes like the cold-hearted bitch she is, she turns on the heels of her cowgirl boots, the heels digging into the dirt, as she waves her arm and walks away.

Well, that solves one of my problems. Now, if only the rest were so easy.

I spend the next ten minutes focusing on getting the tables covered and set up. Right when I’m down to the last
one, a strong wind comes and blows the tablecloth out of my arms right as I spread it out to place over the table. “Dammit!” Figures, right when I’m almost done, that’s my luck. I run around chasing it, until it plasters itself against someone’s body. From the looks of the Puma shoes, I would say that it’s . . .

“Jen.” I laugh as I reach out and pull it away from her face to find her smiling underneath. “Where have you been?”

She grabs the end of the tablecloth and helps me cover the table and secure it down. “I’ve been over there by the food. You know like fifteen feet away from you. What’s with everyone today? Luna is helping Saline with the decorations, they’ve been arguing for like ten minutes, and you haven’t even said anything. You’ve been over here daydreaming. It’s very unlike you not taking a stand.”

She takes off walking back over to the table that is covered in a variety of food and I follow in suit behind her.

The first thing I notice is the fantastic smell, before my eyes land on two trays of Mrs. Watson’s homemade fried chicken. Mmm . . . Today might just be a good day after all. “It smells so damn good over here, Jen. How can you work over here without eating all of the food?” I reach for a chicken leg, but Jen slaps my hand away. What the . . . what was that for?

“Nope, not on my watch.” She smiles apologetically. “Dale said to keep you away from the chicken until everyone starts eating. I made a promise. Now back off.”

“You’re joking, right?” I push her with my hip and reach for another piece of chicken but this time she pinches my arm. She must be taking this watchdog thing serious because it really hurt. “Ouch!” I rub my arm while scrunching my forehead at her. “Tell him to stop being such a jerk. I just want a snack. He acts like I’m going to eat it all.”

“Because you will and he knows it. You act as if you’ve never been to one of these things before.”