Continuing the further adventures of the irrepressible Kimmie and Ryan the stud.
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Chapter 7: Alone at last.
It's been quiet in the Rover since the incident at UCLA. I don't mind. Kimmie's obviously got a lot on her mind; she's staring out of the window at the passing scenery. The radio's playing some sort of weird music that Seth has put on a CD for my roadtrip and it's oddly soothing. If a little depressing.
Kimmie's holding my hand loosely over the middle console. Normally, it'd be comforting. But her hand is warm over mine. I'm cold. It's one of the few times her touch hasn't gotten me hot.
I haven't completely forgiven her yet.
I guess I'm more upset with myself for trusting her.
I trusted her.
It seems like the people that I end up trusting always end up being the ones fucking me over.
My mom only called because she needed help. She probably wouldn't have even asked to speak to me if Sandy hadn't pushed her. It seems like I attract the most needy people in the immediate area. It's a curse.
Shit, I really liked Kimmie. I thought she was a friend. I'm so stupid. Even though we're both sort of using each other for sex, she used me for so much more today.
I lied to Sandy and Kirsten, I lied to Seth, I'm making Luke lie for me. And for what? So she can flaunt me in front of her ex? So she can get a little closure?
I know that's not how it was, but it's what it felt like.
I'm so tired of drama. And she just dumps a whole new bag on me.
I finally had a friend other than Seth that actually seemed to enjoy my company with no strings. But I guess it's over now. I don't know her. I don't know her at all.
"Ryan?" She's looking at me.
"Hmm?"
"What are we listening to?"
"Seth burned it for my roadtrip."
She's staring at me. "You're mad again."
"I'm not mad."
"Thanks for sticking with me, Ryan. I promise I'll make it up to you."
I spot a motel up ahead. I don't respond immediately, I pull into the parking lot.
"Or, if you want, I could make it up to you now," she smiles. She's got that twinkle in her eyes.
But I'm not in the mood for that right now. She's damn hot but I need to think.
"I'm not sure I want to keep going." There. I said it. Things are tense back home and I'd owe everyone a huge explanation, but it might be what I need to do right now. Get myself together again.
"What? Ryan, we're..."
"I'm sorry."
"You're sorry? No, you're not sorry, you're pissed. You've been driving in silence, for like, hours and you haven't said a word but now that it's late and we're finally somewhere we can fuck, you say you don't want to do this? What the hell is wrong with you?"
"What the hell is wrong with me? What the hell do you think is wrong with me? If you'd been honest with me from the start..."
"If I'd been honest with you from the start, you wouldn't be here right now." She glares at me and then gets out, slamming the door behind her.
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God, I am so angry.
Why couldn't he tell me he didn't want to do this when we were still close to home? Why would he wait until we're a day's drive away?
I mean, I know he's upset, but this is fucking ridiculous.
The motel doesn't look that cheap but the thing that catches my eye is the bar beside it. It's lit up brightly, like it's calling to me.
Who am I not to answer?
I'm not really a big drinker, more of a smoker, but I left my stash in the Rover and I'm not ready to face Ryan yet.
Stupid boys.
Maybe I need to find a man tonight. I walk into the bar.
I don't recognize the music pumping from the stereo but it's clear that this isn't like any bar I've been to before. The men look like mostly truckers or working class people that wandered in off the freeway.
I put a twenty on the bar and the man that walks over is missing a lot of teeth.
"Wut kin I getcha?"
Am I in Georgia? Where is this redneck from? Still, he doesn't look like he'll card me. I smile at him.
"Three shots of tequila."
He takes my money and scurries back down the bar.
"Hey, pretty lady. What are you doing in this neck of the woods?"
I hope he has teeth...and he does. He's not too bad for this scummy place. Nice brown eyes, shaggy hair, decent body. He doesn't have Ryan's build, but at least he's not fat. Maybe he can be entertaining for a little while.
"Not much." The toothless bartender sets three overflowing shots in front of me.
"Ooh, big drinker?"
"I am today." I down the first shot and it takes all my self-control not to gag and puke all over this guy. Damned tequila.
"Nice," he grins. Evidently I passed the test. I take the next two shots back to back. It's always easier after the first one.
Brown eyes already looks cuter.
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Well, the hotel has one double room left. I never imagined that my road trip with Kimmie would result in me requesting a room with two separate beds.
I walk out of the lobby with the keys in my hand but Kimmie's nowhere to be seen.
I know she's pissed but why the hell would she run off? I have no idea where the hell we are right now – somewhere on the interstate between LA and San Francisco is all I know. Even if she's pissed, this place doesn't really look like her kind of place.
I see the flashing lights of the bar. Hmm. I think I know where she is.
I can definitely use a drink.
I spot her as soon as I walk into the bar. She's got those sexy legs crossed and she's laughing at something the man beside her has said. She sees me. She laughs louder and leans into him. God, he's like a caveman. What the hell is her type anyway?
I'm not jealous. I'm not.
I walk up to the bar and the bartender glances at me immediately. I have my fake ID ready but he just sizes me up and gives me a nod.
"Double Comfort and Coke in a short glass." I usually stick to Seven and Sevens but they remind me of my mom and I don't want to think about her tonight.
He nods again and gives me a toothless smile. "On the house."
Is he hitting on me? I lower my gaze. He returns after a minute and sets the glass in front of me.
It's strong and sweet but it burns all the way down. Damn. I feel it taking the edge away.
I won't look at Kimmie. She's fine. She's a big girl; she can take care of herself.
And from her flash of anger in the Rover, I don't think I want to mess with her right now. I don't know how her betraying me turned into me having to apologize to her. Girls.
"Hey, stud. What are you doing in a place like this?"
The 'stud's' pure Kimmie, but the lady is not. She's at least thirty, but she's hot in a MILF kind of way. Soft green eyes, hair in a bob and nice breasts that are almost spilling out of her tight top.
I give her a shrug. I'm not interested. I think I'm swearing off women.
"Can I join you?" Her hand's warm on my shoulder. She smells nice. I shrug again. "Not up for talking?"
"Not really. Just came in for a drink." I drain the glass to prove my point and the toothless bartender returns, filling the glass with straight Southern Comfort before spritzing it with Coke. He gives me another smile and glares at the woman.
"D'Arcy, isn't that your husband over there?" He nods towards the end of the bar, where caveman is whispering something in Kimmie's ear and she's giggling. Beats me what she sees in him.
"Fuck 'em," the lady now named D'Arcy replies. She smiles at me. She has perfect teeth. Her hand trails down my arm and settles on my wrist, turning my swollen hand to rest in her palm.
"Can I read your palm?" she purrs.
"Sure." She can't tell me anything I don't already know. But at least she's distracting me from this fiasco of a road trip.
"Well...you have a short temper..." she starts, flipping my hand again and gently caressing my swollen knuckles. Yeah, and I bet you have an easy virtue. Any other time, I might be interested, but today – no.
"Ryan, can I talk to you?" I glance up and see Kimmie beside me. Her eyes are dark with rage. What have I done now? She was all busy with Cro-Mag over there when I came in, but now she's ... jealous? Huh?
"Can't you see he's taken?" D'Arcy asks sweetly, but with an undertone of steel.
"Can't you?" Kimmie snaps, pulling my hand away from D'Arcy's grasp and pulling me to my feet. She does look, it has to be said, extremely hot at that point, all feisty and angry. Maybe I should reconsider my decision. Because I'm beginning to remember why I agreed to go on this trip in the first place.
"Kimmie..." I start.
"Yeah, Kimmie, honey, push off," says D'Arcy, and she's not sounding half as sweet as she did a moment ago. "Why don't you stick with my no-good shithead ex-husband and leave us alone?"
Kimmie's eyes flash and she half-raises her hand.
"Don't push me, bitch," she hisses, and I have a vision of the two of them getting physical. It's quite... interesting.
"Hey, Kimmie, what's the deal?" The caveman is beside us now. He doesn't even look at D'Arcy. He's too busy slobbering over Kimmie. And he shoves past me in the most annoying way.
"Watch it, pal," I say.
"Why're you messing with this scrub?" he asks Kimmie, not even looking at me.
Oh no. He did not just call me a scrub. "Excuse me?"
And I must sound really pissed, because Kimmie turns away from the redhead, and puts her hand on my arm.
"Uh, Ryan, don't, let's just..." she says, holding my arm still. She's staring daggers at D'Arcy, though.
"Like this little scrub could take me. He's nothing but trash wearing his Sunday jeans," the guy laughs.
Before he gets in a second chuckle, my fist makes contact with his face.
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Ryan punches Peter, the horny bastard that I've been flirting with before I can stop him and immediately recoils, holding his hand in pain.
"Fuck!"
"There's a steel plate in my head, man..." Peter laughs. And he swings back at Ryan and although Ryan pulls back, Peter connects with his chin. Shit.
Ryan's eyes narrow and he looks more pissed than he has all day, which is saying some. He swings back at the guy, but aiming for his mid-section, and Peter may have a steel plate in his head, but he sure as hell hasn't got abs of steel, because he doubles up.
"Stupid little bitch!" he gasps.
He's calling Ryan a stupid bitch? I pick up the slut's beer bottle and whack him on the back of his head.
He falls to the ground and Ryan gives me an alarmed look. Skank lets out a cry and kneels down at her ex's feet. So I pull a couple of twenties from my purse and throw them to the toothless barman – I think of him as Lurch.
"Sorry for the trouble," I say. "We're off."
And I grab Ryan's hand and we just run out of the bar as fast as we can.
We make it back to the motel without being followed – and I guess we're probably safe once we reach our room.
Ryan fumbles with the key, we fall through the door and I slam it. We're both breathing heavily and I can feel the adrenalin pumping through my veins.
He's standing there panting. Looking flushed and fucking sexy. It might be completely Neanderthal, but the fighting just made him that much sexier. I want to ravish him right now. But I don't know what he'd make of it.
"Listen, stud..." I start. "I'm sorry about earlier. In fact, I'm sorry about the whole Jay thing. And I'm sorry I acted stupid just now and got talking to that asshole. I..."
And then I stop talking because he leans over and pushes me against the wall and kisses me really, really hard.
"Shut up," he growls as he pulls away. But his eyes are twinkling.
My knees are wobbly. Thank God for the wall. He pulls off my tank top and throws it on one of the beds – looks like we have a double room, for some reason. Fuck, stud, you really were pissed at me.... Not that it seems to matter anymore.
He runs his hot hands over my shoulders and onto my bra, slipping his fingers under the flimsy fabric.
Then the bra is on the floor and his mouth is on my breasts and I think I'm going to pass out, he's so good.
He starts a trail downwards with his tongue, and my heartbeat goes wild.
He's still fully clothed, and this makes it even hotter. Because in approximately ten seconds, I'm going to be buck naked and then I may very well scream this place down.
There goes my underwear. And I have no idea what happened to my skirt, but damn, stud, you are smooth. And that tongue... oh boy. Oh boy oh boy oh boy. God, Ryan!
And I'm still seeing stars when he comes back up and nuzzles my neck. He starts unbuttoning his shirt and pants.
"You ready?" he whispers into my ear, smiling, and all I can do is nod.
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I'm glad I was down there because otherwise I'd be deaf. But hey, Kimmie is obviously having a good time. Man, she's a screamer all right. I guess the people next door know my name, now. As does the clerk in the lobby, probably.
Now let's get it on, because I'm barely holding on as it is. As long as I can find a condom – yeah, I'm good to go now.
And Kimmie is very... welcoming. I push her back against the wall and our hips move together. We fit perfectly. Hell, it feels like coming home. It's only been a couple of weeks but with all the teasing it feels like months.
Her long legs wrap around my waist and she opens her eyes and locks onto mine. Her pupils are huge. She looks on fire.
"Go on stud, show me what you can do," she purrs.
Okay. But I can't promise it'll last long, Kimmie.
And next thing I know she's yowling again, and I'm catching up with her.
We end up on the floor in a messy tangle of limbs, out of breath. God that felt good. I mean, really good.
I'm no longer pissed at her, I realize. Somewhere between the bar fight and the fucking, I've got rid of the anger.
Cool. I'm even beginning to enjoy the road trip. I stroke her blonde curls.
She looks up at me with a grin.
"So stud, two beds and we did it up against the wall?"
Hey, the night is young.
TBC
And if you're thinking of checking out the LJ version - the last scene is the only different one, as you can imagine.