Kisses and Lies

“Lord,” I say as we walk out into the warm night time air. It’s almost Christmas time, and the weather is becoming hotter.

“Hey, isn’t that him?” I look to where she’s pointing and see a few bikes parked on the street. I knew this town was small, but come on.

“Hey, asshole,” my sister yells—and I mean yells—so loudly, everyone in the street turns to her voice. “Show me your cock.”

Blaze stands, and I groan, holding her up, or we’re both holding each other up, which one I’m not sure.

“Oh, look, he’s coming. Think he has a big one?” Kat doesn’t say it quietly, and I know he hears because his mouth twitches as he gets closer.

“Hey, you coming back in? We aren’t finished, are we?” shitty kisser asks as he steps outside.

“Go the fuck away,” I say to him, shaking my head.

Blaze now stands in front of me. “Who’s this?” he asks, nodding to the guy who’s going back inside.

“Just someone I kissed,” I reply.

Why, oh why, did I say that?

“I want to kiss you. Let me kiss you,” Kat says, going to reach for Blaze.

I pull her back and step away. “No. We are going home.”

Blaze looks to me. “Yes,” he says, his eyes are dark. “You should go home. Out here is where the monsters come to play.” He leans in. “Marcus being the worst of them all.” Then he turns and walks away.

Chapter Sixteen

Rochelle

My head hurts, and I smell. Gosh, what did I do last night? I roll over and feel a body. Sitting straight up, I freak the fuck out until I see it’s Kat passed out in my bed. She doesn’t move as I sit and manage to stand to go looking for some Advil. I need something to help my head from throbbing. It hurts so bad. Clutching it, I walk to the kitchen, and when I get there, a scream rips from my throat.

“What the ever-loving fuck?” My hand clutches to my heart as I look at Marcus sitting on my couch with one leg crossed over the other as he watches me. “Why are you in my house?” My eyes skim to the clock on my microwave. “At ten o’clock.”

“I knocked. You didn’t answer.”

Shaking my head, I get a water and down my Advil, then turn back to him. “What do you want?”

“You.”

“Get out.”

“When can I see you next?” he asks.

“You sound almost desperate,” I say back to him with a little cockiness in my voice. It’s nice to know he wants me as much as I want him. Though him showing up in my house isn’t the way I thought this would go. Then again, Marcus Stone is anything but normal.

“I am desperate for your body. Make no mistake, pretty girl. It’s your body I want, it’s your body I crave.” He stands, walks over to me, and touches my bare thigh with his fingers, brushing them along ever so slowly. His words ring true, but something is telling me he’s lying as much as I do to myself about him. “Last thing I got addicted to, I owned.” He leans in. “Can you guess what that is?”

“Your work.” I already know this will be his answer.

“Correct.” Marcus’ lips touch my neck. I look down and realize I’m wearing only a shirt. It’s a large Harry Potter one, which I have worn over and over again. It’s seen better days.

“You won’t own me, I’m not property you can buy,” I say back to him.

Slow, needy kisses scroll down my neck, and I have to remember it’s just my body he wants. Not me.

“I need to have you enough times to remove my addiction of you from my mind.”

“Kisses and lies,” I say, pulling back from him.

His brow furrows as he looks at me.

“You give me nothing but kisses and lies, Marcus. And sometimes I wish you would give me more than simply the surface of you. Because I know you keep things locked away so deep you would need an excavator to get to them.” I step back so his touch doesn’t burn me any further. “I’ll call when I need you. How does that sound? Stop dropping by. For someone you aren’t interested in, you sure do show a lot of interest.”

A hand goes to his dark curls, and he rakes his fingers through them. “You’re right.” Then he turns and walks out the open door, shutting it behind him as he leaves.

Walking back up to my room, my sister is sitting on the bed looking at me.

“Wow! You two are confusing as fuck.”

“You’re telling me,” I say, reaching for some fresh clothes. I want to shower, then I plan to climb back into bed and sleep my day away.

We both are woken again later on when my mother’s at the door with Annabelle in her arms.