So here is the conclusion to this little scenario. My apologies, it took a tad longer than anticipated because obsessive me kept tweaking things.
Thank you, Idcam for the review. You know, I never thought of her as cock blocking him, but that is essentially what she did, huh? LOL. I hope you will enjoy her reaction to this situation as well.
Once inside the room, Kevin gestured towards the bed. "Sit down," he instructed Heather as he stood against the wall on the right side of the room. He wanted to create some distance between them until she recovered her emotions.
Furrowing her brow at him, Heather eyed the mattress with its crumpled and disheveled bedding and grimaced in disgust at the sordid acts they had been engaged in just minutes prior. She gingerly eased herself onto the edge of the mattress at the foot of the bed.
After some minutes had passed, Heather felt her composure beginning to return to her. She sniffed as her eyes began deliberately scanning the room. She started with the lamp on the nightstand over her left shoulder. Nothing in the room was remotely fascinating. No object that is. She could feel Kevin's gaze upon her and that was precisely what she wished to avoid.
Kevin stood there with an incomprehensible amount of disgrace. He loved women and he loved sex. He had never felt the need to apologize for that – until now. She wasn't even his, but the expression of shock and disappointment in her eyes made him feel a sense of guilt and shame that he had never felt before. He hadn't been laid in weeks and it was because most other women no longer held that type of appeal to him. Like a damn jabroni, he had spent his time simpering over something he could never have. Was he whipped or what?
Heather's gaze was traveling around the room until it inadvertently fell on the sight she was attempting to ignore. She swallowed hard, feeling her mouth turn dry when her emerald eyes fixed on the naked torso and burly chest of the goliath before her. She studied his firm muscles and his smooth, tan skin. Damn it, she thought as her face flared with a bright crimson glow and she bit her lip in mortification. He hadn't been wearing a shirt the entire time, but with all the uproar taking place, she had not been afforded the opportunity to ruminate on that fact, until now. She wanted to tear her eyes away but found herself incapable.
Kevin grinned smugly in his vanity as she sat there gawking up at him with those innocent doe eyes. As impervious as she thought she was, even she would one day succumb to raging teenage hormones. He chuckled as he decided to put her out of her misery and picked up his tee-shirt from where it had been discarded on the floor.
Heather continued observing him as he tugged his shirt over his head and it cloaked his body from her view. This action simultaneously dismayed and satiated her. He then pulled out his hair tie, shaking out his blonde mane as it fell freely over his shoulders. Heather's breath hitched as she took in the sight, noting the way the shirt was stretched taut over his chest. Feeling the heat burning in her cheeks she cursed herself. She cursed him as well.
"Well, I suppose thanks are in order," he said as he tossed the hairband onto the dresser beside him. Heather stared up at him in a quizzical fashion. "She never looks that great in the morning," he stated casually and shrugged his shoulders. He was attempting to lighten the mood, but perhaps that wasn't the best approach.
Heather's eyes widen in disbelief. Had he just affirmed that he had had previous encounters with that crude woman?
"I don't think she looks very good to begin with," Heather groused, averting her gaze as she folded her arms across her chest. Her face fell when she realized she had uttered the words out loud. As she glanced up at the large man, it was uncertain which of them was more stunned by her declaration.
Heather thought that she should have felt contrite for her statement, yet in some way she couldn't. If anything, she felt almost…cross at the thought of such a woman. "I must confess, I am incessantly perplexed by you and nearly every other male in this industry for the choice of company you choose to keep. Do you not ever tire of the false acquaintances of these…" Rats. She was a rat. A voice inside her head asserted."Ladies? Or do you revel too exceedingly in these indecorous encounters?"
Thunderstruck, Kevin stood there gaping down at her. He wasn't sure whether he was supposed to answer her or what would even constitute an appropriate riposte. Had he just entered into the Twilight Zone? There she was, this little mouse suddenly lecturing him about his life choices. As they say, from the mouths of babes.
"Do not mistake that I am so simple to be unaware as to the agenda of these types of females. It is disheartening, really, the manner in which you all permit yourselves to be exploited. Should you not aspire to associate yourself with those who esteem you for more than notoriety or financial gain?"
Ha! Tell that to my ex-wife, Kevin thought.
"You should not fritter away your time with such unaimable acquaintances. You should offer your attention to someone who reveres you as an individual, not your bank account or some preposterous gimmick."
Someone like…you? The question was on the tip of his tongue. He was left punch-drunk by her impassioned little sermon and he found himself wondering if she could actually hear the words she was saying.
When one had been in this business for years, day in and day out on the road, it took both a physical and mental toll on even the toughest son of a bitch. Everyone had a vice, be it drink, drugs, women, or all of the above. He wasn't always proud of the things he had done, but sometimes it was the only way to cope. All the same, it stood to prove her innocent and naïve disposition. If only everything were that black and white. She had a hint of the inner workings of the business, but luckily, Mark was able to shield her from some of the more unsavory details. "There are some things you just don't understand unless you've been in this business a long time," he stated indifferently.
With those piercing hazel eyes boring into her, Heather came back to herself as the recognition of her sanctimonious castigation dawned on her. Her prattling had run away with itself as she censured this man on matters that were none of her concern. It certainly wasn't her concern what company he chose to keep. Her countenance flared in shame. "F-forgive me. My c-comportment is wholly impertinent. I h-haven't the slightest inkling as to w-what came over me just now," she stuttered out in her inaudible voice. Feeling utterly mortified Heather fiddled with the end of one of her braids, and fixed her gaze on the floor, wishing at that moment that she were anywhere else. "I know nothing of which I speak," she balked.
A frown came to Kevin's face. He was too much a reprehensible prick to ever deserve her, but that didn't stop him from wanting her. The only reason he had invited Scarlett to his bed was because he couldn't have her, touch her, kiss her the way he wanted. Her. She was sitting in front of him now. It was pathetic, but he was only a man, after all. He noticed the faint remanence of the bruise under her left eye, now a grayish-yellow and he remembered his vow that he wouldn't let anyone hurt her. It appeared that he failed to count himself amongst those numbers.
The bed groaned as Heather felt a dip in the mattress beside her caused by the giant's massive weight. Not daring to look at him, her breath caught in her lungs when he tentatively stroked her knuckles then took her hand, his lanky fingers intertwining with her own. "I'm sorry, Little One. I'm sorry you had to see that," he told her earnestly.
She forced herself to turn towards him although their proximity rendered her dizzy. "You have no purpose in being contrite. It was I who had intruded so uncouthly upon you and your…companion," she demurred.
"Were you jealous, finding me with someone else?" The question held none of his haughty arrogance but all of his blunt directness.
"Pray tell, what cause would I have to be so?" There was evidence of a scoff within her voice, although it trembled as she pushed out her words. Yes.
He smirked. She wasn't always the most adept at feigning indifference regarding her sentiments, though she labored in vain to do so. Perhaps she was sweet on her little friend, Jeremiah, but Kevin couldn't ignore the signals she seemed to be emitting right now. The kid was just out of damn luck that he wasn't there at the moment. Speaking of "kid", Sean could go fuck himself too. By hook or by crook, Kid would never have her.
"You wish that had been you, don't you?" he asked her in a tranquil manner. He knew damn well, he did. She inhaled sharply as she regarded him, her eyes glazed over wistfully. The young girl was then caught unaware as a stalwart arm circled itself around her slender midriff and she was drawn flush against his solid form. "Holding you so tightly, while I kiss you breathless," he crooned as his grasp on her constricted gradually, pressing her supple frame further into his own.
Kiss her breathless? She could not breathe as it were. Her throat produced a tiny noise as her petite frame quivered in response to being crushed against him. Her chest ached and she ducked her head, unable to hold his scrutinizing gaze any longer.
A hand came up under her chin as Kevin gently tilted her face up towards his, silently commanding her attention. He caressed her cheek, smooth as porcelain under his slightly calloused thumb. He surveyed her crimson mantle as it deepened across her lovely countenance. It was the most beautiful thing, her bashful demeanor, those unadulterated doe eyes peering up at him. He held her in his arms, tightly, just as he said. This time, no one was going to prevent him from claiming her sweet, untainted lips. She was his.
Heather was biting her lip in trepidation. He kindly freed it with his thumb and stroked the sensitive flesh. Her lips parted somewhat as she released a shaky breath. "Perfect. Just like that," he muttered. His hand continued to support her chin as he leaned into her. He was deliberate and steady as he pursued her mouth with his own. Their lips connected, first brushing delicately as he eased her into the kiss.
Heather's body became rigid as her breath was snatched from her lungs. Her chest felt like someone had pulled the trigger on a gun that was pointed right at her heart. Her mind was a whirl of thoughts that she tried in vain to gain purchase on, but she found her brain short-circuiting.
The ingenuous girl seemed to be in a state of arrest. Applying a mild pressure, he deepened the kiss, urging her to respond to him. His request was met by her tiny hands clutching his shoulders timidly. Her body trembled before he felt her go mildly lax as he molded his lips to hers. He effortlessly hauled her onto his lap, his hand cradling the back of her head as he tenderly assaulted her mouth. Her lips became yielding and pliant as a faint mewling escaped them. His cock stirred at the sound as he groaned against her. She was so damn sweet and enticing. Just the way he knew she would be.
Before things got too out of control, he reluctantly separated from her. He beheld the dazzling glow on her cheeks and the dream-like haze filtering her precious emerald orbs. Her small chest heaved in pants as she gazed up at him, borderline mystified.
Kevin chuckled down at her. "You okay?" he asked, pushing one of her braids back behind her shoulder. Wordless, she merely continued staring at him while in a daze. "You're too damn precious, Little One," he mumbled, softly nuzzling against her as he squeezed her slender frame affectionately.
Moving in to capture her lips once more, he noticed her body had stiffened again. He paused and pulled back to observe her countenance. The grin on his own face faded away as his stomach dropped.
An overwhelming sensation was blooming in Heather's chest. She felt it too much to bear and her face became riddled with perplexity to match her insides. "I…" she delayed for a few moments, "I th-think I s-should go now," she uttered hypnotically, as she was tearing herself from his embrace.
"Little One…" he whispered to her, but let his words fall off, into the void. Please, don't go, he wanted to beg her, but grudgingly, he let her slip from his grasp.
Kevin watched her scurry out of the room and felt defeat surge through him. He thought for an instant about going after her, but he wasn't going to chase her down for a second time that night.
Heather sprinted back to her room, relieved to find that she was able to push down the handle and it opened for her. She bolted inside and flung herself on the bed. She buried her face in a pillow as she nearly shrieked in ecstasy and astonishment. He had kissed her and oh, what a kiss it was! It was breathtaking and exhilarating and…and she was an utter fool.
Heather pulled herself up on her knees, sitting back on her heels. The somber realization settled over her like a black cloud and ruined all of her exuberant momentum. The only explanation there could be for his actions was due to the fact that that woman had stormed off in a huff. If Heather hadn't inadvertently intruded upon them, she never would have left and he would be engaged in…unspeakable acts with that vulgar woman.
The thought churned her stomach and was enough to make her want to cry out on frustration. It was clear, he preferred conceited, shallow women like the one tonight. To Heather, the woman resembled a thirty-year-old version of Brittany Bedson with her blonde hair, impeccable make-up, and all of her large, well developed…assets. Those were the type of females that she had seen around him and that most men tended to favored. It wasn't any wonder that she had never given any mind to all of this dating and romantic rubbish. She would never equate to the likes of Brittany Bedson or that woman.
She brought her fingers gingerly to her lips. She could still feel the presence of his lips lingering on hers. She had never experienced anything so elating. This was to be a joyous moment. Instead, it was tainted by the knowledge that she was merely a secondary alternative or simply because she had been present. There was no possibility that she could ever be his first choice, the one he truly desired. Her chest clenched with agony as tears threatened to slip down her cheeks.
When Kevin had come back to himself, his mind was in disarray. He raked his hands through his hair and expelled an exasperated groan. What the fuck had he just done? He had senselessly crossed that line that he had been toeing. He had kissed her and she recoiled from him in abhorrence. All of her attentive words. The curious look in her eyes. The way her body seemed to tremble with some unknown need. Had he misread all of her cues? Yes, he obviously had. He was an absolute jackass to believe that she would ever invite him to advance on her in such a depraved manner. Even if she had, what made him capable of such lechery? She was still very much a child and in a business such as this, she needed to be protected, not to be taken advantage of.
However, his self-reproach took a sharp turn when he thought of her plush lips, the way they surrendered to him for a few brief moments. She was so delightfully refreshing. He hadn't experienced anything like it in forever – maybe ever. He swore for a moment that she had been mesmerized, just as he had been. No, that merely him and his narcissistic delusions.
Shifting back to guilt, Kevin threw himself back on the bed listening to it creak underneath his weight. He couldn't allow this to happen. It was more than evident that he had to let go of this little fantasy of his. It served no purpose, but to create tumult and chaos in his life, as well as hers.
Laying there, staring up at the ceiling, if he hadn't been so perturbed, Kevin could have laughed at himself. For the first time in his life, he had managed to drive away, not one, but two women and one within minutes of the other, too. By all indications, it was likely they both despised him as of now as well. At least that was something they probably had in common if nothing else.
*Wipes sweat from brows* Whew! That was a hard one. Not for lack of inspiration (think I'm getting my groove back finally) but I struggled a lot to get it just right.
How bout that? It only took those guys 40 friggin chapters! Gotta say, Kev was not being his brightest here though...
Hope you enjoyed this and hope everyone has a happy and safe Easter if you celebrate!