Where I Belong (Alabama Summer) (4 page)

I watch her disappear, unable to reply.
Ruining her life?
Fuck me.
A door slams down the hallway just as the sliding glass door
opens. Tessa looks at me with raised eyebrows and I motion toward the direction
Mia fled to.

“I have a feeling that I’m going to want to punch you, so
you might want to leave before your face
and
your truck get mangled.”

Instead of responding, I walk past her and make my way back
out to my truck. My mind is scrambled and my heart feels like Tessa has taken
her keys to it. The girl of my dreams turned out to be Mia fucking Corelli.
What
the fuck?
She’s not passing through for a while, not for several months.
She’s here. My angel is here for the whole summer and she wants nothing to do
with me.

Mia

“Well, I did not see this coming. Not in a million years.”
Tessa slumps down on the bed I’ve been curled up on after I shared my naughty
little secret with her. She paced during that run down, her jaw hitting the
floor the moment I said I lost my virginity to her brother. “This. Is. Crazy. I
mean, first of all, I had no idea you were still a virgin. Fuck you very much
for not telling me. Although I’m not sure I would’ve believed you, considering
what you look like.”

I smile weakly at her compliment. “Yeah, well, I wish I
still was. I can’t believe I was stupid enough to not ask his name last night.
This shit could’ve been easily avoided.” Because there’s no way I would’ve went
through with it if I’d have known that mouth belonged to Ben fucking Kelly. The
boy that made me cry daily for five years. The boy that made me feel
insignificant. The boy I hated.

“I don’t really see what the big deal is here. In fact, I
think it’s pretty fucking awesome.” She moves up the bed and places her head on
the pillow next to mine. “How was it anyway? Did you come?”

I roll my eyes at her bluntness. “You’re disgusting.”

“I’m nosy, and I can pretend it wasn’t my brother.” She
twirls her hair around her finger, smiling at me. “Spill it, Mia. I’ve shared
all my sexcapades with you over the years.”

“Without me asking. I’d love to be able to forget some of
those horrific details.”

“Oh please. Like you haven’t enjoyed living vicariously
through my pussy. My very STD free pussy by the way. You make it sound like I’m
a hooker.”

I cover my face with my hands, hearing Tessa laugh softly
next to me. If I am going to share how her brother got me off, I don’t want her
to see how much I enjoyed it. Because I didn’t. I’d never enjoy anything
involving him. And the tightness in my core that is forming at the very memory
of last night has nothing to do with that jerk. I grunt heavily before
confessing. “It was beautiful. He was sweet and playful, but he also knew
exactly
what he was doing. I definitely came. A lot.”

“How much is a lot?” I hold up my hand, hearing her soft
gasp. “Holy shit balls. Ben can
get
it.”

Dropping my hands, I roll over and face her. “But I don’t
want Ben to
get
it. I don’t want him to be the guy that took my
virginity. I
hate
him, Tessa. You know how much I hate him.” It wasn’t a
secret. I never hid my feelings for him years ago and I wasn’t trying to start
now. As long as those feelings stayed familiar. I was used to hating Ben. Those
feelings I could deal with. Not whatever the hell it was that I felt last
night. Or didn’t feel. Cause I didn’t feel anything.

“Mia, are you that same girl that used to live here? The
girl that wouldn’t dare say a cuss word or wear a bikini like the one you’re
currently rocking the hell out of?” She smiles and playfully wiggles her brows.

“No. I guess not,” I reply flatly. I knew exactly where she
was going with this, and I didn’t really want to hear it.

“Well, Ben’s not that same jerk face loser that would pick
on you every chance he got. He’s actually pretty tolerable now.” I try to roll
away from her but she grabs my arm, keeping my gaze. “He’s not that guy, Mia.
He hasn’t been for a while. And I think you know that deep down.” She pauses,
her lips turning up into a sassy smile. “There’s no way
that
same guy
would’ve made you feel the way you felt last night.”

“Icky? Nauseating? Because that’s how I felt.”

“Yeah, okay. Tell that to your five orgasms.” She sounds as
unconvinced as I feel.

Whatever.
Even if he did own my body, I wasn’t going
to admit it to Tessa. Or myself for that matter. “This is so not the way I was
hoping to start off my summer.”

“I can’t imagine starting it off any better. Hot sex that
resulted in five glorious orgasms? I’ll take things I’d give my right arm for
for two hundred, Alex.” She bumps her shoulder against me and slides off the
bed. “I know two men that would help greatly in a situation like this.”

“I’m not interested in your vibrators. We’re close, but we
aren’t
that
close.”

I hear her chuckle as she disappears down the hallway. This
is unfreakingbelievable. The man I couldn’t get out of my head since I laid
eyes on him last night turns out to be the asshole I longed to forget. It was
Ben who made me feel hot and wanted for the first time in my life. It was Ben
who ignited my skin and made my insides burn, and not in the STD kind of way.
It was Ben who I screamed for last night and who I never wanted to leave this
morning. Benjamin fucking Kelly. He made fun of my body for years, but last
night he worshipped it. Telling me how good I tasted. How amazing I felt. How
he wanted to stay deep in my pussy until the day he died. And I was torn
between wanting to take back everything that we’d experienced together not even
twenty four hours ago and asking him to touch me again. Every time I closed my
eyes, I felt his hands on me. His breath on my skin. His tongue on my clit. His
cock in my pussy. He claimed me last night and I hated that I loved it.

Tessa appears in the doorway, two pints of Ben and Jerry’s
ice cream in her hands. “I say we rent something nonromantic and devour the
contents of these containers. You’re in desperate need of a girls’ night and
I’m coming at you hard.”

“Is that Half Baked?”
Damn. I haven’t had that in years.
She nods and smiles wide. “You’re awesome. I’m so in for girls’ night.”

“That’s what I was hoping you’d say. Get changed and plant
your perky ass in front of the TV.” She leaves me to do just that, and I don’t
waste any time. I throw on a sundress and meet her in the living room, diving
into my ice cream as she scrolls the movie selections.

“
Wolf of Wall Street
or
Captain Phillips
?” she
asks as she flips through the On Demand section.

“
Wolf of Wall Street
. I don’t feel like crying and
seeing Tom Hanks held captive by pirates will probably wreck me. You know I
love that man.” I’ve been hooked on Tom Hank’s films since I watched
Philadelphia
.
And don’t get me started on
The Green Mile
. I cried like a baby when
Tessa and I watched that together. The electrocution scene? I can’t even.

She starts up the movie and we sit back, both digging into
the meals that will surely ruin any appetite for dinner. We are halfway through
the movie
and
our pints when Tessa’s phone rings.

“You’re interrupting girls’ night, I’ll have you know. And
the penalty for your crime is death by dick removal.”

I giggle around my spoon, my eyes widening as Leonardo
DiCaprio snorts coke off some chick’s ass.

“Hmm, you’re so hilarious. And that’s none of your business.
I think you’ve done enough damage to warrant a lifetime of therapy.” I meet her
eyes briefly before she turns her head. “Just leave her alone. If she wants to
talk to you, she’ll talk to you.”

I don’t need two guesses to know who she is talking to. And
a part of me that I don’t want to acknowledge wishes she is on a land line so I
can pick up and listen in.

“I have no idea, but whatever it is, it won’t be involving
you. Now leave us alone so we can watch all this coke get snorted in a way that
is definitely heating up everything south of my waist.” She tosses her phone
onto the coffee table. “Sorry about that. Apparently, you’re hard to forget.”
She smiles coyly at me and I brace myself for what she’s about to say. “But
that wouldn’t affect you, because it’s my brother we’re talking about. Right?”

“Right,” I affirm without hesitation. I’m not falling into
that trap. I keep my attention on Leonardo and far away from thoughts of
Benjamin Kelly.

“I mean, it’s not like he was sweet and playful with you or
anything.”

“Nope. Not at all.”

“And it’s not like he gave you this beautiful experience to
treasure for the rest of your life. That so wasn’t Ben.”

“It
so
wasn’t.”

“And he’s
definitely
not the guy that as you so
sweetly put it, worked your pussy until you hummed between your legs for hours
afterwards.” I hear her smile through her words, but I don’t turn away from the
TV. I don’t want to crack.

“Definitely not him.” I’m struggling, really struggling not
to break. I feel keyed up all of a sudden, like my body is fully charged and
ready to go. I’m beginning to fidget and it doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Quick question. What did Ben call you when he fucked you,
since he didn’t know your name?”

“Baby. Angel. Pretty girl,” I blurt out in the most crushing
on a boy sort of way. Even my voice raises an octave.
Fuck.
I turn
toward her then. She won and she knows it, and the smile on her face only adds
to my irritation. “I hate you.”

“You put up an impressive fight, I’ll give you that.” She
chucks a pillow at me, hitting me square in the face. “Just admit that you kind
of like the idea of my brother knowing all the intimate details of your body.”

“Never.” I tuck the pillow she hit me with behind my head,
taking a giant spoonful of ice cream into my mouth. I need a gag at the rate
she’s going with this conversation. I know the more we talk about this; the
greater chance of me slipping up and saying something I don’t want to reveal.

“This might seem borderline inappropriate.”

“Oh, God. Please spare me.” I’m shoveling ice cream into my
mouth at an impressive rate now. Borderline inappropriate for Tessa means cover
your ears and please escort all children out of the state.

She turns her body, tucking her legs underneath her ass. “Is
he like really big? Because I’ve heard rumors.” She holds her hands out in
front of her, measuring a distance between the two. “Nine inch rumors.”

“Jesus Christ.” I shouldn’t be surprised. I really
shouldn’t. This is Tessa Kelly we’re talking about. She is comfortable enough
talking about sex with anybody. Confessional priests included. I’m sure the
number of Hail Marys she’s been told to recite is in the hundreds. I drop my
spoon into my empty container and sigh heavily. “Why would you want to know
that about your brother? That’s incredibly weird.”

“So I can high five you. Losing your virginity to someone as
massive as he may or may not be is worthy of a damn award.” She places her hand
lovingly on my knee, but there is nothing tender about this chat. Her tactics
are a ploy, a cover to make this conversation seem innocent. “And since your
mouth was wrapped around his nine incher, I’m figuring you’d be able to vouch
better than anyone.”

I push her dirty hand away. “For your information, my mouth
was not wrapped around him. All of his nine inches stayed in between my legs
the entire night.”

“Ah-ha! So I
can
believe everything I’ve heard.” She
holds her hand up to me, and after several long seconds of debating her
gesture, I oblige her with a high five. “Fucking right. I’m jealous. Eight’s my
biggest number.”

“How unfortunate.” I grab the remote and turn up the volume.
“Can we
please
watch the rest of the movie? I’m done discussing your
brother’s anatomy with you.”
His damn fine anatomy
.

“Alright, alright. But answer me one last question before we
finish this.” I look over hesitantly. Lord knows what she could hit me up with
next. She smiles. “How are you, anally speaking? Still virginal?”

“Very.”

“Well, that’s probably wise considering what he’s working
with.”

The pillow that she used to hit me with is now striking her
against the face. “You really should come with a warning label. Please keep
away from small children, the elderly, and anyone with a pacemaker.”

She chuckles, pulling her long auburn hair back into a pony.
“As should you. Please keep all dicks less than nine inches away from this
pussy, because the bar has been set.”

I feel my face heat up instantly. Is it weird to agree with
her on that assessment? I mean, surely there aren’t many dicks out there that
could compare to what Ben was so beautifully graced with. I’ve seen my fair
share of pornos, and even those dicks couldn’t hold a candle to his. I slam my
head back onto the sofa and stare at the TV
. Damn it, Ben.
Not only have
you ruined my life, but you’ve also ruined all average dick sizes for me. Now
I’m going to compare each and every appendage to yours.
Thanks a lot,
asshole.

**

I should be sleeping.

But since I’m not sleeping, I should be reading a book, or
watching TV, or doing
anything
besides what I am currently doing.

This is insane. I’ve never been pissed off and horny at the
same time before but that’s exactly what I’m feeling right now. It’s an angry
lust and I hate it. I want to punch Ben in the throat and I want to fuck him
all over the house. And I know for a fact, and I’m ashamed to admit, that I would
thoroughly enjoy doing both.

It’s 3:15 a.m., and while the rest of the Alabama population
sleeps, my mind and fingers are very busy as I get myself off for the second
time tonight with thoughts of Ben. It doesn’t take me long because he was
that
good and he gave me a variety of memories to work with. Earlier I thought
of him gripping my hips and slamming into me roughly from behind. He grabbed my
hair and smacked my ass, and I came when I pictured his tongue licking up my
spine and his teeth biting my back. But right now, he’s devouring my pussy with
that expert mouth of his. That smart ass mouth that I’d like to smack and then
fuck. The one that he suggested I ride when we were out by the pool earlier. My
legs are pinned against his head and I’m melting as if he were the sun and I
was a popsicle. I come all over my hand, and I can’t push aside the feeling of
irritation that pours over me as I let Ben Kelly rule my body for the second
time in one hour. And I know without a doubt that he’ll be irritating me again
tomorrow night.