Chapter 8
After that night of three sex encounters with Keira, John couldn't stay away from her even if his life depended on it. Her mind was sealed inside his head and wasn't leaving anytime soon. John had tried dating other women on the road because Keira told him it was fine with her, but none of them compared to her. So now here he was, laying on her bed, breathing heavily from yet another gathering, and tried to catch his breath. They'd been doing this for the past year and John was starting to wonder if Keira would ever want to settle down with him. He'd brought up the possibility of a relationship to her every single time they had sex and she shot it down every time.
Keira was all smiles as she leaned over, kissing his lips softly and stood up as she began to dress, and asked, "Are your thighs jelly yet?" This was the third sexual encounter between them and Keira could only hope they didn't engage in another.
John exhaled loudly, finally getting his heart rate back on track, and replied, "Yeah…I think if I attempt to stand up right now though, I'd have a temporary moment of paralysis."
She couldn't help, but laugh at his statement and walked over to him, refusing to put a bra on, and sat on the bed on her knees again. "I'm perfectly fine." Keira winked down at him, causing him to smirk right back at her.
"Well of course YOU are." He sarcastically responded, trying to get the feeling back in his legs and thighs. "You're not the one who had to do most of the work." John added in a retort, causing her to scoff back at him.
"Whatever, Junior." Keira muttered before walking over to her mirror, groaning aloud at what she seen. "Jesus, my hair looks like a fuckin' tornado ripped through it!" She exclaimed, causing John to grin from ear to ear.
"That's because it did, baby." John shot back at her, smirking wickedly, and wiggled his eyebrows at her.
Keira shot a glare at him over her shoulder and picked up her brush, beginning to brush her hair out, wincing at few times from the tangles, and finally was able to brush through her hair completely after spending ten minutes straight brushing it out. She set her brush down and walked back over to him, finally coming up with a smartass comeback, "Yeah, thanks to someone's hormones going insane!"
Raising an eyebrow up at her, wondering if he heard her right, John sat up in the bed and questioned, "MY hormones? YOU were the one initiating most of it, if I recall." He accused, causing her to roll her eyes back at him as her own eyebrow quirked, refusing to take the blame for all of it.
"Uhh and if I RECALL, YOU were the one who pulled me down on the bed and passionately kissed me until my toes went numb, initiating the THIRD bout." She blasted back, causing John to smirk back at her, and couldn't deny that factor.
"You loved every minute of it." He growled back playfully, remembering the moment that had happened moments before they tore each other's ass apart. John sighed as he finished dressing, but opted to leave his shirt off just to tease Keira some more. He leaned back against the pillows and ran a hand through his hair as he informed her, "We leave this state in a couple days."
Keira closed her eyes, glad her back was to him, and bit her bottom lip as it began to quiver, twiddling her thumbs, and invited, "Well…If you ever feel like another romp is in order, feel free to stop by." Keira stood up from the bed and walked over to the window, peering out it in, and felt like a complete slut at that moment.
John chuckled quietly back at her, not catching the sadness in her voice, and looked down at his lap, feeling something in the pit of his stomach wasn't right, "Sure…" He trailed off and finally stood up from the bed, stretching his arms in the air, and groaned with relief as he added, "I feel a bit more stable now."
"Stable?" Keira questioned him, never tearing her eyes from the window, too deep in her own thoughts and misery to look in his eyes at the moment.
He looked at her and replied, "Yeah, you know, I can walk again." John chuckled as he ran a hand through his hair and started to stretch his legs, still not believing he went three times with her. There was so much sexual energy between them that John nearly lost his head the first round! He couldn't help it though, he wanted to be with Keira. John couldn't explain it, but there was just something about her that made him feel…complete. 'I just wish I could tell her how I felt without getting the boot again.' He thought sadly, but managed to keep a smile on his adorable face.
Keira walked over as she stood over him, her eyes twinkling with pure evil intentions, and brought her hand down hard, slapping his thigh, and stated, "Yup, you can feel'em."
A loud yelp sounded from John's lips as he rubbed his thigh, glaring playfully up at her, and Keira just giggled back in return. She walked out of the room, saying she needed something to drink, and John decided to follow, looking around the house. "So…I guess I'll get goin'. Unless there was something else you wanted to do." He implied, causing Keira to smirk over her shoulder at him.
"What else can we do besides…you know?" She questioned, pouring herself a glass of iced tea, and put it back in the fridge before turning around again.
He smiled dryly back at her, knowing she had a point, shrugged his shoulders, and replied vaguely, "You're right there. I mean, we tried hanging out once and that…didn't go as planned."
"She nodded back at him and took a long swig of her tea, sighing with relief that she no longer had a dry throat, and softly agreed, "Right you are."
"So…Maybe I can see you again before I leave California?" John asked, hope shining in his eyes that she'd finally consider going on an actual date with him, and sighed when she made yet another joke.
"You mean see ALL of me right?" She retorted playfully and winked at him before past him out of the kitchen and into the living room, seeing it was night time out yet again. "Sure, that's fine with me. I'd like to see all of you again too." Keira added for good measure, giggling wickedly, and clapped her hands twice, causing the fireplace to roar to life before her.
John nodded back at her, feeling used and mistreated on the inside, like a slut, and sighed, "Great…Well take it easy until next time." He started to turn around, heading for the door, when he voice stopped him dead in his tracks.
Keira could feel something wasn't right, like he resented her for what they'd been doing, and stood up, wanting to be reassured that everything was alright between them. "Listen John, I want you to that I really enjoy our times together when we're…ya know….and I don't' want you feeling used or anything. I just look at it as having someone I can be with to make my life a little better. If you don't want to do this anymore than don't. Just tell me and I'll understand, but don't hide it." She enlightened, wanting to clarify to him exactly how she felt about the situation so he didn't think of her as being a slut or a whore because that wasn't who Keira was at all. John had been the ONLY man she'd slept with in years, even when he was out on the road, and that wasn't going to change anytime soon.
His shoulders slumped as he slowly turned around, his saddened blue eyes scorching hers, and replied lowly, "I like being with you too, Keira. I do, but it just seems like we should be taking the next step now."
Not expecting to hear that and feeling completely taken by surprise, Keira sighed regretfully and shook her head as she stated, "I'm sorry, but I'll never go to the next step with you, John. This is as far as it will go so you either deal with it or don't come back." After giving him that ultimatum, Keira stalked out of the house and onto the veranda, feeling the tears already brimming her eyelids. It wasn't that she didn't want to go to the next step because Keira really was starting to fall for John. Her past was coming back to haunt her again and she was scared to death that it would end up like the last time. Silent tears rolled down her cheeks as she buried her head on the balcony ledge, sniffling harshly, and thought, 'Why can't he just leave well enough alone?'
John couldn't believe what just happened, what he just heard come from her mouth, and started clenching his fists angrily. His teeth gritted as he decided to have it out with her in hopes of getting her to open up to him about why she wouldn't go out with him in a real relationship. That's all he wanted, he was tired of feeling used and like a gigolo, even though Keira was the only woman he'd slept with since his divorce with Kimberly. Walking out on the veranda, John's heart broke upon hearing her sobs, and sighed as he rubbed the back of his neck before stating, "I want you to tell me why you can't go out with me."
The tears flowed harder when she heard his voice from behind her, causing her to quickly wipe them away, and shot back angrily, "There is no reason, I'm just not ready to date."
"Why couldn't you tell me that then?" John pried, needing to know more information, and looked straight at her, even through the darkness of night.
Turning her head so her face was looking back at him, Keira shrugged her shoulders and lied, "I don't know, it never came up."
John quirked his eyebrow up at her, not believing she just said that when all he's ever tried to do was get her to go on one date with him! "Never came up? I've mentioned it to you almost every time we've seen each other and you always shoot me down!" He reminded, causing Keira to cringe on the inside, and knew she'd been caught lying to him. "What's going on, Keira?"
Throwing her hands up in the air and getting frustrated, Keira felt her head begin to pound as she shouted in a retort, "What do you want me to say, John?! I've been avoiding it for a REASON, alright?" Her voice emphasized the word reason to him, hoping he'd just drop it and go on his way like always.
"Then tell me the reason why, Keira!" He yelled, his voice getting louder, not caring about anything else at the moment, but trying to break this stubborn headed woman down.
"No!" She screamed at him, tears stinging her eyes, and tried to calm down as she closed them, willing them to go back in, but it was no use. One by one, they started trickling down her cheeks as her chest rose and fell rapidly. "I'm not telling you anything because it's none of your damn business!"
John's eyes narrowed to dangerous slits, staring at her with a hardening look on his features, and growled back, "Fine then, we'll just end everything right here and now. I don't feel like being used anymore. That's an old phase for me." His true feelings were finally starting to surface and Keira just laughed incredulously at him.
"YOU'RE the one who kept coming back for more, John! I never ONCE asked you to come back or forced you into having sex with me! You did it on your own!" Keira barked, her midnight blue eyes turning stone black with rage as her teeth began to grit and her jaw began to tighten.
It was John's turn to laugh dubiously back at her as he shook his head and blasted back, "Never asked me to come back, huh? The FIRST time we had sex you said you would be MORE than willing to fuck again!" He accused her, causing her to simply smirk back at him, though this time, it wasn't a playful one.
"Yeah so?" She retorted swiftly and ran a hand through her hair. "That didn't mean I told you to come back! You did it on your OWN accord so quit trying to assume that I wanted you to come back because it makes U and ME look like an ASS!"
John was BEYOND steamed at this point, not believing the audacity of this woman, and snarled, "You know what then? Fine. Fuck this shit! I don't have time to be sleeping around with you anymore."
"Fine, then don't! There's the door and don't let it hit you on the ass on the way out!" Keira sneered back, glaring at him hatefully by now, and turned around, staring out at the horizon, breathing heavily. The amount of anger flowing through her veins was enough to make Keira start to physically shake, not believing the intensity the argument brought on. Just when she started to calm down, Keira gasped as a hand came out of nowhere, whipping her around ruthlessly, and ended up staring up into a pair of raged filled blue eyes. "What the fuck do you want now?"
He couldn't leave well enough alone before getting the last word in, which is why he was holding her arm in his vice grip, not caring if it left a bruise or not, and growled in a low, deadly voice, "You know, you've just made the biggest mistake of your life, girl. We would've had something damn good together." He informed her, causing to Keira to glare back at him in defiance, and ripped her arm out of his grip.
"No, you made the mistake by coming back and grabbing my arm like you just did. Now you pay." She replied treacherously before bringing her right hand back and jacked him in the face, right in his nose, and pushed him away from her forcefully as he fell to the deck of the veranda and planted her foot firmly on his chest.
Shock fell over his face as he stared up at her, touching his nose a little, and then started to get up, seeing there was blood on his hand, and snarled furiously, "You BITCH!"
That earned him a kick in the stomach for his efforts and brought his head up by the roots of his hair, kneeing him in his nose again, causing him to bellow out in pain as he tried to get away from her, but Keira wasn't about to let him go that easily. She looked down into his eyes, hers filled with annoyance and rage, and spat, "If you're quite done spewing profanity at me, you son of a bitch, I have more IMPORTANT things to worry about."
Coughing out a little, trying to get the breath back in his body, John sneered up at her and shouted, "Then get your fuckin' foot off of me and go DO them!"
She smirked down at him wickedly and lowered herself, straddling him, and grabbed his face forcefully in her hands as she growled, "The next time you call me something like that, I'll kick you in the balls so hard, they'll be lodged in your fuckin' throat!" Keira then stood up from him, dusting herself off as if she'd been in a war, and walked back into the house, slamming the screen door shut behind her.
Twenty minutes later, John came limping into the living room while Kelly and Keira were talking, and managed to grit out while holding his nose in the air, "I'll be leaving now."
Kelly gave him a pathetic smile, not believing he'd actually had the nerve to grab Keira by the arm, and looked over at her cousin as she nodded. "I'll walk you out." Keira shot back as she stood from the couch, winking over her shoulder at her cousin, and proceeded to do just that. Once they were outside and down the marble steps, John took a few steps away from her, not wanting to get his ass kicked even more than what she did. "Relax, I'm not going to hit you again unless you deserve it." Keira assured him, causing John to ignore her, and crossed her arms in front of her chest.
"Whatever." He grumbled, rolling his eyes back at her, and opened his car door, starting to get in, but Keira's voice stopped him.
"That really hurt when you called me that back there, John. What's happened to you? You used to be this sweet decent guy I enjoyed being with?" She questioned, curiosity swelling in her eyes and mind, even her heart.
John shrugged back at her, not showing one ounce of remorse, and looked back at her before getting in the driver's seat of his rental car before replying vaguely, "You showed your true colors to me. You already know what my feelings were."
"And what ARE my TRUE colors, John?" Keira gritted back, staring at him with a raised eyebrow, and placed her hands on her hips.
"Well, you like to use guys for sex, and when they try to show you that they care about you in more than just a sexual way, you blow them off." John replied swiftly, not realizing he'd just plunged a stake through Keira's heart with that comment.
The anger started boiling out of control as Keira glared spitefully back at him and ripped the car door open, dragging him by his muscle shirt out of it, and shoved him away from her as far as she could. The tears were stinging her eyes, but she didn't care as her finger pointed at him daringly and stated lethally, "Listen to me good, Cena, you are the ONLY guy I've had sex with in FIVE years! FIVE! So before you start accusing me of fuckin' every guy I lay my eyes on, you better remember who you're fucking with!"
Rage flashed in John's blue eyes as he stared back at her, his eyes narrowed to slits, and corrected harshly, "WAS fucking with! I won't be doing that again, trust me."
"I understand that, but I'm not going to allow you to accuse me of sleeping with different men when I've only slept with TWO men in my ENTIRE life!" Keira shouted, her heart breaking into a million pieces because she didn't want John thinking of her as being a woman who went around having sex with all different types of men when that was FAR from the truth.
"Well that's good for you, Keira. But maybe the next guy who comes along will actually have a chance of having a REAL relationship with you." He argued viciously and dusted himself off from the gravel she'd caused him to fall on. The girl was stronger than she looked, he'd give her that much credit.
Keira was becoming extremely frustrated and felt like ripping her hair out of her skull as she stated hardening, "If you only knew the reason why I don't want a relationship, you'd feel like a really big asshole right now, John."
"I TRIED asking you that SEVERAL times and all I've ever got was 'It's none of your fuckin' business, John!'" He mocked her, staring at her with widened eyes, and raked a hand through his hair viciously.
"Maybe because it isn't. I don't have to relive it if I don't want to and believe me, I never want to again. I'll leave you with that." She replied cruelly before walking away from him, her shoulders slumped in defeat, and turned around as he peeled out of her driveway and down the street. "Goodbye, John." Keira whispered, finally allowing a few tears to slide down her cheeks, and made her way back inside the house, wishing she didn't have a heart.
