Norma Jean (17 page)

He tilts his head so I’ll meet his eyes again. “Creed always gets what he wants. That’s what this is all about anyway. He wanted what I had because it was pure and beautiful. He thought he could have it with you, since I did. He was wrong though. He could never have that with you, because it was mine. Something only you and I could make. We belong together smalls. I wish you would see that.” When he starts trailing kisses across my cheeks and down to my neck I start to wonder if maybe being owned by Chance Duncan isn’t such a bad thing. I mean the man knows how to use his lips…and other things.

Chance

Being in her room again brings all these feelings and memories I thought I pushed away a long time ago. Here they are walking around in my head and body causing me to want things I didn’t think I would ever want again. Don’t get me wrong though, I want them and very badly.

While she is lost in thought I lean in and brush my lips against hers softly at first but the kiss gets harder and more intense. Almost like we can’t stop ourselves. I don’t think we ever could. I’m drawn to her like a moth to the flame, whether it burns me alive or not is still left up in the air. I’m starting to realize I don’t really care. Set me ablaze Norma for I only burn for you.

“Do you want me smalls?” I question softly probing her open mouth with my tongue.

We shift until she is under me with her arms thrown around my neck. My hands lay impatient next to her ribs. My thumbs are dying to caress under her breasts but I force them to wait. She has to tell me. I have to hear her say she wants me as much as I want her. “Tell me now Norma.”

She lowers her arms till her hands are framing my face and she looks deep into my eyes. “I have always wanted you, Chance. Whether I wanted to want you or not.” She leans in and kisses my lips gently. “It’s not the same as wanting to be with you.”

I know what she is saying and I’m not gonna lie and say it doesn’t hurt. Our relationship was based on something that a relationship should never be based on. I don’t even know if we can really come back from that. I want this though. One more night to remember something that changed me from boy to man. Norma made me see things in life that I used to think were ugly and disgusting and made them beautiful and meaningful.

So I push all the bullshit and Creed away from my thoughts and kiss her. I kiss her like I mean it, like she’s the only woman in the world that I see. Which is true. No one comes close to this beautiful creature under me. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Her hands find their way under my shirt, smoothing over my skin making it feel tight a
nd hot. God I’m so hot and barely breathing. How many nights did I stay awake wanting to feel her small hands on me? How many times did I think of her pomegranate smell as I got off? So many it’s impossible to count that high. Before I know it I’m slipping the t-shirt over my head so she can feel more.

She lets out a gasp, her eyes raking over the exposed flesh of my chest and stomach. “What does that say?” she asks her fingers trailing over my left side. Caden got to itching for a new tattoo and I went with him when he finally decided to go. He ended up with some scrabble pieces that spelled “betrayal” I never asked what it meant but that’s something you have to realize about Caden. If he doesn’t want you to know, then you don’t know.

“Love. Each letter is the name of someone who taught me the meaning of the word.” The top line of the “L” is “mother” and the side line is “Stacy”. The “O” is Macy’s name over and over again in a circle. The left side of the “V” is “Cassie” and the right side is “sister”. The “E” was the most painful. And not the physical kind. The main line is “Norma Jean” the top line is “Smalls” the middle line is “Violet” and the bottom line is “Forgiveness”

I watch her face as she reads it. When she sees her name she stops breathing. “Why would you put my name on you?” she looks back up at me with tears in those haunting eyes.

“Because you helped teach me the meaning of the word, Norma.” I take her hands from my sides and place them back around my neck. I’m done with talking.

My lips meet hers as my hand slips under her tank top. My fingers skim over the creamy flesh making my dick come to attention. I stop just under her breast when I realize she doesn’t have a bra on. Damn. My hand moves over the small globe and I rub my palm over the erect nipple making her moan around my lips. “You like when I touch you.” It’s a statement not a question.

She doesn’t answer but there isn’t a need. I know she likes it. She likes everything I do.

I pull up and sit back on my legs pulling her up with me. I yank her shirt off and her breasts com
e into view making me groan. Perfect titties with little pink nipples. I have one in my mouth before I even think about it. I flick my tongue across the bud before biting down tugging a little. “Chance.” she lets out in a sultry voice making my dick uncomfortable in my pants.

I let go rising back up to see those violet eyes clouded over in lust. “God you turn me on.” I don’t give her any warning as I slip my hand into her panties. My fingers slip and slide through the wetness I find there, making it impossible to do anything but kiss her. “So wet. I want a taste.”

Her eyes go wide and I barely stop a chuckle. I lay her back onto the bed and move down her body leaving kisses in random places that need attention. Her fingers are already in my hair and I can hear her breathing loudly, which only eggs me on. I’m feeling kind of crazed and I can’t stop myself as I rip off her panties. That gets a startled gasp and then she flushes deep red and arches her hips up towards my cock.

I get down to the level of her sex and take in the glistening prize I’m about to win. The moon comes in through the blinds causing lines across her body. She couldn’t be any more perfect. The first lick shocks her making her hips buck against my tongue. She tastes fucking incredible. Better than I ever thought or dreamed of. I suck her clit into my mouth as I slowly bring a finger
up to enter her. “Oh my god.” she lets out, bucking her hips some more.

“Be still or I’ll stop.” I command. Where the hell did that come from? I don’t know but I like the reaction it gets out of her. She stills those hips and moans really loud, like she couldn’t help it. “Good girl.” I put my lips and finger back to work, wanting her to come like this. And I feel excited by how badly I want it. When her hands start clutching my hair hard, nearly pulling out some strands I know she
’s there. Her back arches almost off the bed and the sight of her breasts rising and falling like that almost has me blowing in my pants.

I sit up stare at her flushed skin and crazy eyes. They are looking up at me. I chuckle when she pulls me down on top of her kissing my lips. “You like the way you taste?” I ask pulling away.

“I like the way I taste on you.” She reaches for me again but I slide out of reach and grab her hips. I flip her over and lay her flat on her stomach. That’s when I see it, something I must have missed in my haste last night. “Big Foot” is tattooed right where her back meets her ass. I shake my head and bend down to kiss the spot, feeling things I haven’t felt since the first time we were in this situation.

I unbutton my jeans and pull the zipper. My cock strains out from the hole in my boxers and a pump a fist over
it taking in the sight of Norma’s perfect ass. I can’t hold back anymore as I lay my front down on her back and position my dick right at her wet entrance. “You are so fucking tight.” I rasp out as I thrust in and out gently till I’m all the way in. We both groan as I start to move. My thrusts are gentle because I want it slow. Every other time we had sex it was fast and out of control. This will be different if it kills me.

“You feel so good. Jesus.” I whisper into her ear, nibbling a little on the shell. She cries out and starts to move with me, trying to make the rhythm faster. “Be still. I want it slow, so we are
going slow.” I push my hand underneath her and curl my fingers up till I hit her clit and start rubbing in time with my thrusts.

“Chance.” s
he moans, her hands clutching the sheets under her. I don’t know how much longer I can last with her being so responsive.

“That’s it, girl. Feel how good it is? That’s how I know you’re mine. It won’t feel this good with anyone else. Only me.” I pull out suddenly and flip her over. I sit on my knees and pull her closer. Her legs rest against my chest and I enter her again. I fall forward until her knees are bent at my shoulder and fuck her as hard as I can. Both of us grunt, groan and moan with the incredible f
eeling. Then she does something I wasn’t expecting.

Her fingers travel down to her sex and she starts rubbing her clit. “Damn. Make yourself come like that.” My eyes never leave her fingers playing and I can’t believe I’m even more turned on.

Before long her eyes get wide and my lips slam down on hers before she can make too much noise. I swallow the sound of her screams and feel her clutching around my cock and I let go. After we have both stilled, I gently place kisses all over her face before getting up to head into her bathroom.

When I return with a damp rag she is laying on her side still naked with one arm holding her head up. “What?” I say as she just lays there staring at me.

“I just wanted to see you walk in.” she grins reaching for the rag. I shake my head and place it between her legs before she can take it from me.

“I want to do it.” I whisper. When I’m done I toss the rag in the floor and pull the rest of my clothes off. After I have laid down beside her I say, “That was the hottest sex I have ever seen. Or had.”

“Me too.” I can feel her grin against my chest as I pull her up to my side.

“Good.” i
s all I reply.

It doesn’t take her long to fall asleep up against me. It truly scares me how comfortable I am right now. The sex, the cuddling, and now the sleeping next to her. I feel like I’m home and I’m sure my body never wants to leave. My head on the other hand isn’t sure at all.

I just keep thinking to the last time I was at her house. What I read in her diary and what she did for revenge. I didn’t care then because I thought I deserved it. Now I know better. Yeah I bullied her in school, but no one deserves their heart fucked with like that. Can we truly ever have an honest relationship based on how the first one was started?

My answer is no.

Chapter 12

Norma

“Why do you love snakes and spiders so much?” Creed asks me from his position lying down on my bed. My dad had to head up to New York to meet up with his publisher, so we decided to spend spring break here. It’s actually really small with only two bedrooms but the living room is epic. It is spacious with my dad’s writing desk in one corner but it’s the back wall you have to see. It’s completely made of glass and it overlooks the lake. DeGray is man-made but that doesn’t mean it isn’t beautiful.

“I guess I relate to them. Most people think they are ugly and dangerous. It’s human nature to shy away from the strange and unknown. If people took the time to actually find out about them, then it wouldn’t be so bad. Rydstorm and Daisy aren’t even poisonous.” What I don’t tell him is I feel like I was treated the same way my entire life. I wasn’t pretty and I was weird so that made me an undesirable. So I took up with other undesirables.

“Do you love them more than me?” I take the mouse out of the box I got for Rydstorm earlier. I was freaked out the first time I had to feed him, but I kind of figure it’s like me eating a burger. We all have to eat, and this is the only way Rydstorm knows how. He can’t very well sit at the table with me using a fork and plate.

I’m taken back by Creed’s question. I know it’s a trap because how could I love him at all? I did love him when we were first together but he quickly changed that when I found out what he was really up too. The first time his fist hit my face, I lost all respect for him. I just wish I could dig myself out of this hole. “No. I love you more than anything.” I simply state. Yes
, I lied but it’s better than getting the shit beat out of me.

I pool all the love I have for Rydstorm, my parents, Marley, and even the little bit I have stored away for the Chance I had for a short time. I direct it at him, hoping he believes it is all for him. He gets up off the bed and I
suck in a breath. “See why don’t I believe you?”

His hand fists into the back of my hair pulling my head back, hard. I feel strands pulled from my scalp and I let out a whimper. “No one will love you as much as me. Yet you can’t really seem to muster up love for me. I give you everything you could ever want, Norma. Do you want to go back to that cheater I saved you from?” he sneers down at me.

After meeting the real Creed I’m 100% positive all that was bullshit. There’s no way the Chance I knew was the guy Creed makes him out to be. So why did I believe him in the first place you ask? Because I was insecure. Chance made fun of me, bullied me for being ugly, why the hell should I believe he really wanted me? I was a complete dumb ass. Every moment was real with him. I still don’t know why he loved me, but I’m thankful I can remember that time now.

“I do love you, more than anything.” I plead out hoping he can believe me. Maybe he will believe the lies because he never believes the truth.