Falling Under (Falling 3)

“What Ben said?” Kylie seems confused.

“Apparently Ben told him I smoke pot. I don’t know.”

Kylie frowns, and then her expression clears. “Oh. Dad overheard my argument with Ben the other night. Ben said he knows for a fact that you smoke pot. That must be what he’s talking about.”

“Well, all things considered, I think it went well.”

She glances at me. “What’d you tell him about the burning?”

“The truth. It used to be a problem. I told him about the whole psych hospital thing.”

“The what?”

Shit. I forgot I hadn’t told her about that little detail. So I go back and give her the same rundown I did Colt.

She takes my hand and squeezes. “That’s awful, Oz. Why do people have to pick on you?”

“I don’t know. I’m different. I think it’s partly the schools Mom put me in. She was always trying to make sure I went to the best school in the city. She’d find a place to live that would let me go to the better school. I appreciate the idea, and the safer schools, and whatever, but I’d have fit in better at the shitty schools. No one would’ve paid me any attention there, not like they do where she always had me going. I didn’t fit in. I never have.”

We arrive at my apartment, and I hustle her inside, into my room. She makes herself at home, kicking aside a pile of dirty clothes and sitting on my bed. I watch her, and decide to broach the subject that’s been nagging at me all day.

“Kylie, I’ve been thinking.”

She laughs. “Uh-oh.”

“No, nothing bad. I just hate the fact that this shithole apartment is the only place we have to be alone. I just wish I had somewhere nicer we could go to be together. For our first time together, I mean.”

She frowns at me. “I couldn’t care less where we are, Oz. As long as we’re together, I don’t care. This is your room. Your space. And…some of my best memories are here in this room. Getting to know you.” She grins at me, blushing. “Kissing you. Touching you. All the things we did together. That happened here. I don’t need the Ritz-Carlton, or a million-dollar penthouse. I don’t need you to be anyone or anything other than who you are.” She extends her hands to me.

I move to sit beside her on the bed, but she grabs my wrists and jerks me toward her. She lies down, pulling me, and I fall forward, laughing, land on top of her.

“There. Now I’m somewhere nice.” She grins up at me.

“Fuck, Kylie. You’re too much. Way too awesome for a guy like me.” I plant my fists beside her shoulders, taking my weight off her. “But I’ll take it.”

“That’s right. You will.” She runs her palm up my cheek, sweeping my hat off and tossing it aside, tugging my hair out of its ponytail. “I liked seeing you in my home, talking with my parents. I like having you in my life.”

“Me, too. It was a little strange at first, but I liked it.”

She tilts her head to one side with a confused expression. “What was? Dinner? What was that about, anyway?”

I shrug. “I’ve just never had dinner like that. At a table, a whole family all together. It was just weird. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do.”

She laughs. “What you were supposed to do? It’s just dinner. You eat!”

I snort. “Yeah, I got that part. But it’s a little nerve-wracking, okay? A formal family dinner with your girlfriend’s parents is a big deal.”

“Oh.” She’s serious now. “I didn’t think about it like that.”

“It’s fine. I had a good time.”

“And now we’re here,” she says, slipping her fingers under my shirt to roam my back.

“Now we’re here.”

Her fingernails skim up my spine, pushing my shirt with it, and then she’s tugging it off and sliding her palms down my sides, cups my ass and pulls me closer.

“You should get me naked,” she whispers. “There’s no reason for us to stop this time.”

“I awoke a greedy little monster in you, didn’t I?”

She’s wearing a white button-down shirt and a knee-length gray cotton skirt. I lean back on my knees and unbutton the top of her shirt, and then the second button.

She rests her hands above her head, her eyes locked on me. “You sure did, baby. A very hungry monster. Ravenous. Insatiable.”

I pop the rest of the buttons open, and suck in a breath. She’s wearing a skimpy red push-up bra. I’m instantly hard, and her eyes go to my crotch. “It’s a front clasp,” she breathes.

I keep my eyes on hers as I unhook her bra, and then she’s leaning up toward me, letting her shirt and bra fall away off her arms and shoulders. Jesus, those tits. So f**king amazing. I graze my palms over them, feel her ni**les harden under my touch, cup their weight. She sighs, a breathy moan of delight, and then she’s opening my pants, pushing me backward and jerking my jeans down. I’m fumbling desperately at the stretchy waistband of her skirt, pulling it haphazardly down around her hips, one side sticking at her waist, the other rolled down to show a scrap of red thong strap. She kneels between my legs and lets me shove the elastic down, and she’s kicking the cotton away, and she’s there above me, red-blonde hair a curtain around her face, her vivid blue eyes hot and eager on mine. She’s almost naked, clad only in the thong, a tiny bit of red silk matching her bra. I run my hands down her back and over her ass, and the feel of her taut, plush-soft, and perfect backside in my hands makes my c**k go harder, achingly rigid, bursting full of need to feel her on me, soft around me, touching, licking, kissing, sucking, f**king, loving. I growl as I dig clawed fingers into the muscle of her ass, clutching and pulling her closer to me. I rip the thong down, tugging the little string out from between her ass cheeks, strip it off, and I can smell her desire, smell the need-juices seeping from her pu**y.

She’s not idle as I’m doing this — she’s pulling at my boxers, getting the elastic stuck on the head of my engorged cock, tugging them away and down and off, and we’re naked together, free together, breathing in the silence, breathing each other’s breath and feeling skin against skin, eyes on eyes, electric blue on gray-almost-brown.

We meet in an instinctual frantic kiss, arms sliding serpentine on heated flesh, hands grasping at curves and muscle and searching for everything, needing everything. My fingers find her slick hot cleft and delve in, drag a moan and sigh from her sweet lips as they move on mine, and her hand slides between us and finds my c**k and caresses it and squeezes it, and we’re panting, panting.