Antagonize Me (7 page)

“What? No way!” I’m laughing like I haven’t laughed before. He seriously looks miserable and it seems he wants relief.

“You know there’s a party happening now, right? One with willing girls?”

“I know woman, but my cervix crusader only wants you. What have you done to it?” he cries.

“You're what? Seriously? I think you're sick. The names you’re producing can’t be natural.”

“Would you shut up? Stop laughing and making fun of me. Just come back to my house so I can fuck you senseless,” he commands, coming across to me then grabbing my bag and walking off.

“Give it back.” I try to take my bag back and he laughs and hands it to me. While he does that, he scoops me up. “Put me down now, Kyrone.”

“Nope, I have blue balls and only you can fix that shit. So, I’ll carry you all the way to my house and tie you to the bed. Then, if you don’t listen, I'll spank your ass raw.” I stop wriggling, it’s working.
His words are working.

“Just put me down. You can’t seriously carry me all the way to your house.”

“I can and I will. I carry things heavier than you in training. You're as light as a feather,” he tells me and bounces me up and down to prove his point.

“I can walk,” I say, laying my head on his back.
He smells good, so good
.

“We are nearly there. You can walk once I have removed these blue balls.”

He carries me all the way to his apartment. I hear voices when I enter and I cringe at them seeing me in this position, yet again.

“Why are you carrying, CJ?” Tanner yells out and few other guys yell out a ‘hi’ to me. I wave back, but that’s the best I have. “We have business to settle,” Kyrone calls back, carrying me up the stairs. I see Tanner then and I don’t try to keep eye contact with him. He’s giving me mixed signals and he has Katrina on his lap right now.

“No screaming tonight!” Lance yells out. I flip him off and Kyrone laughs. I smack his ass with my hand and the bastard laughs even louder.

“You could do that all night long,” he says and slaps mine hard in return.

He sets me down in the bathroom and turns to locks the door. He then switches on the shower and starts stripping in front me. He has absolutely no shame.

“Don’t make me undress you,” he threatens, stepping in with his back to me. I remove my clothes and step in behind him. As soon as I’m in, he slams me against the wall and starts kissing my neck, working his way lower to my breast. I arch up to him as the water washes over us, which I’m thankful for as I’m covered in sweat, but he doesn’t seem to care.

My hair starts to get wet and leaking into the drain; it’s blue today. Kyrone doesn’t seem to care as he inserts one finger inside me very slowly while his mouth is on my breast, biting then sucking. He starts to thrust his finger in and my body begins to move with his rhythm. He removes his finger, stands back and reaches outside on the sink for a condom. He slides it on as I watch him, getting even wetter looking at him.

“Turn around,” he says grabbing my hip. “Hold on,” he commands when I’m turned. I reach for the shower holder and grip it tightly. He thrusts into me and I gasp from the pleasure of it. His hands start to dig into my hips and he picks up a rhythm, torturing me with his other hand around my clit, touching it, then not touching it. I reach down and place his hand there to show him where I need it, but he knows and is only doing it to torment me.

His hand starts to run circles on me while he’s fucking me from behind and it’s not long until I start screaming. Kyrone lays his head on my back as he comes not long after me. I try to stand and he laughs when I can’t, because he’s on me as well as still inside me. Once he removes himself, I grab the shower gel, wash myself and step out, not talking to him. He hasn’t said a word either.

I turn to look at him and find him watching me from under the shower. “Don’t get dressed, I’ll bring chocolate,” he says as I walk out. I feel comfortable around him, the way his eyes take me in all the time makes me feel like I’m the sexiest thing he’s seen, even though I know I’m not. I dry myself and lay on his bed naked and flick the television on. I hear him turn the shower off and listen as he opens the door and walks out. I don’t see him come back into the room because I’m focusing on the television, but I feel him when he joins me on the bed, covers me with his body, then bends down and bites my ass.

“Don’t!” I swat at him, finding nothing on the television that’s even remotely interesting.

“You have the cutest dimple here,” he says, pointing to the spot just below my ass, which is a cellulite dimple. “You idiot, that’s not cute. Get your hands off my ass.”

“But it is, I want to lick it.” He licks just below my ass and close to my pussy. I can feel myself getting wet already and I push him away with one hand.

“Where’s my chocolate?” I ask, looking around. He jumps up naked and I turn to look at him; he catches me and smirks, then brings two bars over, both for me.

“I don’t know how you can eat so much of that shit,” he says as I open the package and shovel it into my mouth. “Why do you have it then?” I ask with my mouth full.

“Well first, I only had what we ate. Last week I went and stocked up with your favorites,” he says. Which is true, because I absolutely love this chocolate.

“How are your blue balls?” I ask laughing.

“Don’t laugh, I haven’t had my fill of you yet,” he says lying down next to me.

“I’m going to stain your bed,” I tell him.

“What, you on the rag?” he asks, looking up at me like it’s an everyday occurrence. I slap him for that.

“Don’t say that word, you idiot. I was referring to my hair. Maybe next time I’ll dye it red and just lay on your bed to see if you can guess what it’s from.”

“I don’t care, I would fuck you regardless,” he says shrugging.

Kyrone was right when he said he wasn’t finished with me. He fucked me twice after the shower and each time he had me screaming. Never his name, though he tried very hard to get me to say it. Every time he tried to torture me, it didn’t last long. Well,
he
didn’t last long. I wake to his arm draped over my stomach and him facing me. I push his arm off, not nicely either, and stand up looking for my clothes.

“Shit, my pillow’s blue,” Kyrone mutters and I laugh at him.

“I warned you,” I tell him.

“Where are you going so fast?” he asks, sitting up and looking around at the mess we made of his room.

“Well, I figured your blue balls issue is resolved, so I’ll be on my merry way now,” I explain as I find my shorts and pull them on.

“It will never be resolved. Can’t I just store you in my closet for my sexual needs?” he asks standing and pointing to his oversized closet. I shake my head and pull on my shirt.

“You're really going?” he asks like he can't believe it.

I turn and face him. “Yes, I have work.” His face brightens a bit and I reach for my gym bag while I head out the door. It's early so no one is up, thank God.

Work goes by fast. We aren’t very busy today, and by the end of my shift Tanner is standing at the front of the shop. I stop when I see him and pause for a moment to take him in. He’s gorgeous with his light jeans and white shirt sculpting his body. He sees me and a smile appears.

“Tanner, why are you here?” I ask, walking across to him.

“I just thought we could go to the movies,” he says, shrugging his shoulders. I agree and we walk to the theater, which is only a block away. “Haven't seen you for ages,” he complains, pulling me into a side hug.

“I know, been busy trying to get everything ready for finals,” I say just as my phone beeps. We stop at the theater and Tanner walks in to get the tickets while I wait and check my phone.

Kyrone:
My room smells of you, and my bed is blue. Even my sheets, woman. Looks like I murdered a Smurf in here.

Me:
I warned you.

Kyrone:
Yes, you did. When are you going to make them red?

He adds a smiley face. I don’t get a chance to write back as Tanner walks up to me with a drink and popcorn in his hand.

“Who are you talking to?” he asks, watching me put my phone away.

“Kyrone,” I reply, not looking at him.

“You two seem to be getting close,” he says, walking now, so I chance a look at him and see he doesn’t seem happy.

“Yeah, he isn’t too bad. Just annoying.” I shrug my shoulders because he’s growing on me.

“So, you aren’t serious?”

“What? No, of course not. Why would you ask that?” I turn to face him.

“I just thought you would end up with someone else. That’s all.”

“Like who?” I ask, wanting to know his answer.

“Me!”

Shit!
I come to a complete stop.

Tanner continues, then notices I'm not next to him and looks back at me.

“Why would you say that? You love Katrina?” I question, needing to know the truth. My heart is beating like crazy inside my chest.

“I don’t know if I love her, but my feelings for you are strong. They always have been, CJ. You should know that,” he says reaching up and brushing my blue hair from my face. Just then, my phone starts beeping. I look to answer it and his hand stops me. “Just leave it, please.”

I nod my head and he laces his hand through mine, dragging me to the theater. We sit right at the back, no one is near us. I don’t watch the movie, my mind is racing.
What is he talking about?

Tanner must notice because he leans over, grabs hold of my cheek and turns my head. Next thing I know his mouth is on mine, kissing me, and I am kissing him back. It feels good, but it feels wrong, too. He has a girlfriend who loves him and she is also one of my friends. His mouth leaves mine and I don’t move, his lips continue going down my neck while his hand comes up and goes to my thigh. Slightly rubbing, slowly inching closer to its destination.

“Stop!” I tell him in a soft voice, but he doesn’t hear me.

This is what I have always wanted, isn’t it?
Then why can't I go through with it?

“Stop!” I say a bit louder, then stand up and walk out. I go straight to the bathroom and sit down on the seat. I pull my phone out and see Kyrone has texted me multiple times.

Kyrone:
Smurf, can we go on a date?

My mind goes crazy. He texted that straight after. I didn’t reply.

Kyrone:
Okay, that was a joke.

Kyrone:
Smurf, put on one of those weird shirts you wear. I'm coming to get you. It wasn’t a joke.

Shit! That was fifteen minutes ago, he would be at my dorm right now. Just as I think that, my phone starts ringing. I answer it on the second ring.

“Where are you? You can't hide from me, Christina.” I huff into the phone contemplating my options.

“I'm at the movies,” I tell him softly.

“With who?”

“With Tanner.”

“That bastard,” he swears into the phone. “Come out the front now, I'm picking you up,” he insists.

“No, you're not,” I tell him, standing up like he can see my defiance.

“Yes, I fucking am. Then I’m going to spank your ass for going with him, after I kill him, of course,” he says and I can hear the car start. He hangs up on me and I wonder if he’s actually coming.

I walk from the toilets and see Tanner standing there waiting for me. He looks up at me and I don’t recognize the look he has on his face.

“You like him, don’t you?” His forehead crinkles as he looks at me.

“Yes, I think I do,” I tell him honestly.

“Am I too late?” he asks, looking at the ground and kicking something imaginary on the floor.

“You're my friend, Tanner. You had your chance. Hell, you had more than one chance. Why now? Why wait until I am seeing someone?” I can't believe I just admitted that to him, let alone asked him.

“I don’t know. Fuck!” He runs a hand through his short hair. “I’m happy with Katrina, I just don’t know what I’m doing,” he says and I look up to see Kyrone’s pickup truck park at the front. My heart is beating heavily. He’s happy with her but wanted to kiss me because I'm seeing someone else? It's like a stab in the gut. I walk out without looking back or saying a word to him.