Pretend

2. Larkyn

Sebastian pushes the door open to his bedroom and kicks it shut behind him.

“Should you lock that?” I ask, between kisses, but I realize I don’t care if the door is locked or not. If locking the door means having to stop kissing for a second, then I prefer unlocked.

He doesn’t answer me. He kisses me until I’m moaning and purring like a kitten without an off switch.

He pushes me back against the bed, as his rocklike body stays cemented to mine, our smooth wet skin slick against each other.

“f**k, why didn’t I find you earlier?” he growls, as he leans back to earn a view of my body again.

My instinct is to cover my body, but then I notice the way his nostrils flare every time he takes a breath. The way his lips part a little more and his breathing is erratic with every gaze of my body. He wants my body. Just as I want his.

His fingers move down my body and hook into my white cotton panties. Most women wear lace thongs or nothing at all. I didn’t want to lose my virginity while feeling like someone else. But now, in this moment, I wish I’d borrowed something of Serena’s as she offered. At least I shaved.

My heart pounds in my chest as his fingers start lowering my panties. Fluttering creeps up from deep in my belly. And an unfamiliar ache throbs between my legs, begging for relief.

This is it. I’m going to be completely naked in front of a man. And he’s going to f**k me.

This is my last chance to back out. His eyes stare at mine, give me one final warning to back out now, because once he starts, there is no stopping him. But I don’t want him to stop.

My friends told me their first times were horrible. The guy was inexperienced and didn’t know what he was doing. But my first time is going to be incredible. Because I’m doing it with Sebastian f*****g King. The king of experience, and the epitome of sexiness.

I swallow, trying to find my voice to tell him this is precisely what I want. But swallowing doesn’t do enough to give me a voice. I have none. Sebastian stole it. It’s his now, like every other part of my body. I hope I can retrieve it when he’s done with me. Because otherwise, this is going to hurt like a motherfucker when he leaves.

He leers like he knows exactly what he’s doing. Ruining me. Making my body experience things I didn’t think I could feel for a man I just met. Then shred my heart.

It’s still worth it.

He starts lowering my panties, and my hips buck, impatiently needing him to move faster. Not because I’m afraid one of us will back out, but because my body literally can’t handle another second of being a virgin. I need his c**k inside me, the ache between my legs is building, and I can’t hold it off any longer.

I need him rocking back and forth in an exquisite way, making me scream his name and want him forever. I’m not stupid; I know I only get him for tonight. My name doesn’t have enough pull in this town for him to want me for more than one night. And I’m not experienced enough to make s*x worth him coming back for more.

“You need to get your ass back downstairs now. Duncan got in a fight with James over Naomi,” a beaming voice makes me jump.

Sebastian curses under his breath, but doesn’t move as he frowns, straddling my body on the bed, like he’s going to regret his next move.

I can’t see who entered Sebastian’s bedroom, Sebastian’s body is still covering me. Which means the intruder can’t see my naked body either. It should bring me some comfort, but it doesn’t.

“Go to hell Kade! Can’t you tell I’m busy?” Sebastian says.

Kade? I try to figure out where I know that name, but I can’t place it. It’s familiar, but isn’t. I don’t think I’ve had any classes with a Kade, and I don’t think Sebastian has any close friends named Kade. I don’t know what the hell he is doing here.

“I don’t give a s**t. I’m not here to clean up your messes.”

Sebastian rolls his eyes and turns his head abruptly toward the intruder as his still hard c**k presses deeper between my legs. So close, yet so far.

“Then, why are you here? I thought you were here to look out for your little brother and to celebrate me graduating next month. I thought you grew a heart and gave a s**t about me?”

Kade growls. “I am here for you. You’re an adult now, though. I’m not dealing with this s**t anymore. You do what you want, just thought you should know Duncan and James are fighting. Last I checked, they broke two bar stools and were getting close to the big screen TV of yours. And I’m pretty sure Mrs. Plitt called the cops.”

“s**t,” Sebastian curses, as his body springs off of me and races out of the room.

I don’t rank as high as his TV. My eyes water, but I blink once, and the threat of tears is gone. I won’t cry over a guy. No way. That won’t happen. Ever.

I shiver, my body cold now Sebastian’s warm body is no longer pressed against me. Suddenly, I’m acutely aware I’m naked except for my panties. And Kade still hasn’t left.

My hand reaches out instinctively for the blanket lying on the edge of the bed. I need to cover my mostly naked body as fast as possible. Before I yell at this asshole for ruining my night.

Maybe if I stay here naked in Sebastian’s bed, he will find me when he returns and pick up right where he left off?

Who am I kidding? I have the worst luck when it comes to guys. This isn’t the first time I’ve tried to lose my virginity. I’ve had guys throw up on me, fall asleep, or get a text from an ex all seconds before we were about to f**k. This is just my luck. The universe really doesn’t want me to have s*x.

I jerk the blanket to my body, attempting to cover myself, as I get the nerve to glance up at the man standing over me.

He’s gaping at me. His eyes take their time as he lazily explores my body with his, like my body is his to peer at.

My body warms under his gaze, and I forget why I wanted to cover up with the blanket in the first place. He’s a complete stranger to me, but I let him stare at my body that is barely covered with a blanket. I want him to gape. Need him to.

It’s a different stare than how Sebastian looked at me. But then, this man looks nothing like Sebastian. Sebastian has light shady hair and a fit body with a little stubble on his chin. This man is much taller than Sebastian. His hair is dark, and there is stubble on his chin and neck, although from the business suit he is wearing, I’m sure he shaved this morning, but it grew back by the end of the day.

Sebastian is still a boy. A college guy who lives for fun. Kade is a man. I’m not sure he even knows what fun is from how he’s standing, like something serious is happening.

I thought I wanted Sebastian, but maybe Kade would do. He might not be as light-hearted as Sebastian is, but he oozes maturity. Kade knows how to handle a woman in bed, and the glimmer in his eyes says he would be happy to help me out.

I stare a moment longer, realizing the familiarity in his gaze. He was the pair of dark eyes I saw staring at me earlier. But his eyes aren’t dark, not now that I’ve looked at them closer. They are auburn. Brightly glowing as he continues staring.

“You’re staring,” I say, pointing out the obvious. My voice is snarky, but I don’t cover up or tell him to get the f**k out. Because I’d gladly swap one brother for the other.

What’s wrong with me? I’ve become one of those women. The kind who only sees guys like a piece of meat, who are here to f**k me. The kind who doesn’t require any standards. No date. No conversation. No romance. I’m that desperate for s*x.

He grins, and I see the little dimple form on his rough cheek. Yep, I’m one of those women who will give up my body to a s*x god without thinking about the consequences. I’ve become the women I hate, and I won’t apologize for it. I may not be able to convince a man like this to date me or take me seriously. But right now, dripping wet and practically naked, I know I can get him to f**k me. No man can resist a naked woman.

Kade closes the door Sebastian left cracked open when he dashed out. I hear the sharp lock of the door as he turns the lock, preventing Sebastian or anyone from entering.

My eyes widen, and I bite my lip to keep from smiling too wide.

I’m going to taste two King’s in one night. My luck has changed.

He turns, and his eyes sink into my body again, making me squirm.

I want him.

He wants me.

Regret can form in the morning, now all I feel is lust.

My eyes cut to the bulge in his pants, confirming what his eyes are telling me. He wants me. There is no doubt about it.

He walks toward me, but I can’t keep my eyes off the damn bulge. My cheeks flush the longer I stare, but I don’t think there is any way I can be more embarrassed than I’ve already been tonight.

His hands press on either side of my head, but I can’t focus on anything except his face that hovers over mine. He’s going to kiss me.

I wet my lips in anticipation. Not sure how Kade’s lips will be able to top Sebastian’s, but as his lips lower and my toes curl before he touches me, I think he might be able to kiss better.

My heart pounds, my breathing stops, and my eyes close waiting for the kiss.

No kiss happens.

My eyes fly open, and he’s smirking over me.

“Get dressed Larkyn, and I’ll call you a car.”

My mouth falls open, and my eyes widen. How does he know my name? And why does he want me to get dressed and leave? I thought…shit. He’s not into me at all. His night, with his own date, was probably interrupted to deal with Sebastian’s problems. But I don’t remember a women sitting next to him when he was staring.

“What?” That’s what comes out of my mouth. I’m a genius.

Kade pulls away. And I’m cold. And pissed.

I jump out of the bed letting the blanket fall to the bed. I’m still naked except for my panties as I watch Kade dig through Sebastian’s drawers.

My anger pulses through me, but I don’t know what to do with it. I’m not confrontational. I can’t even stand up for basic things I want in my life. I have no idea how to stand up to a complete stranger. But if I don’t do something, my anger is going to explode out of me.

“You don’t get to tell me what to do! Sebastian invited me up here. I’ll wait for him to return.” I cross my arms over my chest as I glare at him. There. I did it. I told someone what I was thinking when I was feeling it. Mission accomplished.

Except Kade either didn’t hear me or is completely ignoring me as he pulls some clothes out of the drawer and slams it shut, making me jump.

He gradually turns to face me.

“You don’t want to lose your virginity to an ass like Sebastian.”

My cheeks turn a brighter shade of red. “How do you…” I can’t finish the sentence. It’s not like ‘virgin’ is etched across my chest. The only person who knows is Serena, and she wouldn’t tell a soul. He doesn’t know I’m a virgin. It’s a guess to get me riled up.

“I’m not a vir—”

He laughs. “Yes, you are. Now, get dressed.” He thrusts the clothes into my hands. I take them because I’m too shocked to think through any of my actions.

“I don’t know what my brother was doing with someone like you,” he says, under his breath.

But I hear his words. And they sting like hell. Someone like me. Of course, I’m not good enough for his brother. I don’t have a name worthy of this town. I don’t have a business waiting for me to be able to take over when I graduate. My parents didn’t donate thousands of dollars to the school. I’m a nothing. A nobody. And apparently, I’m not even worthy to f**k Sebastian for one night.

I want to yell. I want to scream. Tell Kade he’s wrong. That Sebastian doesn’t deserve me. But I’ve lost my voice. I can’t whisper, let alone scream.

I grab the white T-shirt and jerk it over my head as a pair of shorts falls to the floor. I march toward him, hoping I’m daring enough to speak when I’m right in his face. I open my mouth and nothing.

He raises an eyebrow and crosses his arms over his chest while he waits.

I hate his smug expression. I may not be able to find the words, but my anger has focused elsewhere.

I knee him hard in the balls and turn, unlock the door, and storm out. I hear him groaning in pain as I exit, and now it’s my turn to smirk.

A smirk that is wiped from my face as I hear his words, “Sebastian definitely shouldn’t be with a woman like you. You’re the kind who would get pregnant after one f**k, and he’d be yours forever.”

Tears. Damn tears.

No.

If there is one thing I’m good at, it’s not crying. Or caring. Or thinking about these foolish people. I don’t need their approval. I’m happy with who I am. I don’t want to be invited to their dumb parties. I don’t want one of their elites to be my first, or my second, or third.

Kade did me a favor. I almost made a huge mistake giving Sebastian something so precious. He would have ruined me. And not in the ‘now I have high expectations for s*x’ kind of way. He would have torn my heart to shreds when he made me realize he only f****d me because I looked hot for a moment in a dress, and I was his new infatuation. Or the more likely scenario, he was drunk and he’d already f****d all the women at his party.

I’ll keep my virginity until I find a guy who thinks of me as somebody.

I storm down the stairs, and I feel everyone gawking.

Shit.

I’m only wearing a white T-shirt and my panties. I didn’t think to pick up the shorts I dropped.

I hear the snickers. This should be the most embarrassing moment of the night. It’s not. And I refuse to go back upstairs to put more clothes on. Not even to retrieve my dress and shoes I left upstairs. I refuse.

Instead, I keep walking through the crowd searching for Serena, but I can’t find her anywhere. I didn’t bring my phone. There was nowhere to hide it in my dress, and I didn’t want to keep up with a purse. So I can’t call her or an Uber to take me home. Not that I could afford an Uber even if I had my phone.

I should have waited for Kade to call me a car before I kneed him in the balls.

I grin again, thinking about how he’s going to spend the rest of his night with an ice pack to his crotch.

Worth it.

I step out into the chilly night, my arms wrapping around myself and my legs sprouting goosebumps. My feet tingle from the cold concrete. When did it get so cold out? It’s almost May. It’s supposed to be warm.

I look down the long driveway that leads to a dark street. I live four miles from here. It’s nothing, and if I jogged, I’d be home in twenty minutes.

But I don’t have any shoes on.

It’s cold.

It’s dark.

And I’m pissed and frustrated, when I should be satisfied and blissfully ignorant. I should be asleep upstairs in Sebastian’s bed.

Instead, I’m walking home in the dark. f**k my life.