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Chapter 9. Dirty dancing.

Ryan's been so sweet after the whole hitchhiking debacle. He really thinks it's his fault that the pervert was such…well, a pervert. I'm the one that wrecked the Rover, but he's got his whole savior thing going on and he's all apologetic. He even offered to let me drive after he fixed the tire.

I know it was just a polite offer, so I'd refused. I like sexy, apologetic Ryan and angry, protective Ryan but terrified, Grandma-Ryan, not so much. He's sexier when he's driving.

We're finally in Portland. After Ryan fixed the tire, I cleaned the grease off him at this small convenience store where we stole a few minutes of release in the stall, and then we drove forever, and now, finally, we're in Portland.

His guardians, the Cohens are talking to him now. And I'm stretching because I'm so glad to be out of the damn car.

I'm a little stoned. My thinking's all out of sync. I don't even know if that's possible, but it's how I feel. I'm lightheaded from the joint and the sex and the…well, the sex. I never thought I'd think this, but I'm worn out. I want a shower and a nap. Then, more sex.

"Sandy, we're here…no, I haven't called Luke yet, you're on my phone. You want me to walk to a payphone? Sandy, please…" Ryan is saying. God, these people never let up!

I light up a cigarette and lean against a tree that's between the sidewalk and the street. Ryan's on the other side of the Range Rover talking.

"Hey, sexy…what's your name?"

Is he talking to me? I turn and see a tall, shaggy haired jockish-kid smiling at me. Nice smile. A little too tall for me, but I guess my perspective is getting warped by Ryan. Nice eyes. Nice body… Actually, scrap this. Very nice body.

"Who's asking?" I raise an eyebrow at him.

"Uh…," he isn't expecting my answer, he's staring at my legs. Maybe I should be wearing pants.

"We're just visiting," I say, glancing over at Ryan. He's still on the phone. I hope Jock here gets the point.

"Visiting…is there anything I can do to make your stay more…fun?"

He has a cute smile, but it's clear he's not the best a pick-up lines. In another life, I'd probably be taking his number already. But I'm here with Ryan. Or…yes. I'm on this trip with Ryan.

"That's okay. We're fine." Why isn't Ryan over here already? This kid isn't a threat like the trucker but he's still coming on pretty strong. I'd hate to have to kick him in the nuts.

"You sure? You look a little lonely," he says, flashing me a bright smile. Damn, he's eager.

"I don't think so…"

Ryan taps the kid on the shoulder, holding his phone in his hand. Here it comes, Ryan's going to go all primal and punch this kid. Maybe I'll skip the nap and go right to more sex…

"Fuck off," the kid says, not looking at him.

"Dude," Ryan states flatly. He almost looks…amused. The guy turns and seems to recognize Ryan.

"Chino, what the fuck is up?" He gives Ryan a huge hug. Oh. This must be Luke.

"Luke…good to see you, man. You hitting on my girl?" Ryan says, shaking off Luke's hug.

"Sorry, man. Um, and sorry…." Luke looks at me apologetically.

My girl. Hmm. Sounds… nice. I like Ryan when he gets all protective.

"This is Kimmie," he says, grinning at Luke's embarrassment.

I hold out my hand and Luke takes it, blushing. "I think you know me as 'the skank'."

"Oh…well, yeah, Summer, she…" he stammers.

"Do all Newport boys blush as much as you guys?" I tease. "Seth, Ryan, now you…" He relaxes a little.

"When'd you get here? What took so long?" Luke turns back to Ryan.

"We had a little car trouble," Ryan replies, pointing to the Rover. "We just got here. The Cohens been blowing up your phone?"

"Dude, I turned the ringer off and changed the message on the machine to say that you weren't here and that we'd call when you got here. My dad's…he's not home right now," Luke says.

"Ooh, no supervision. Nice," I smile. Portland is sounding fun already.

Luke is looking at Ryan.

"What?" Ryan asks, uncomfortable under his stare.

"You have grass in your hair," Luke says.

I laugh at Ryan's stricken expression. I guess our cleanup in the Stop-N-Go wasn't too thorough. He has a clump of grass behind his ear.

"How did you get…" Luke starts.

"Um, long story…is this your place?" Ryan changes the subject, embarrassed. He's blushing now, too. I put my hand on his ass and he jumps a little.

"Oh, yeah, come on in," Luke says, looking at me in what seems like awe.

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"Dude."

I ignore him. Kimmie grabbed the shower first, some bullshit about 'ladies go first'. I'm the one with grass in my hair.

"Dude."

"Yeah?" I look at him.

"Where the fuck did you find her? She's damned hot," Luke is grinning. God, I hope he doesn't want details. "Summer never said…"

"Summer?" Oh god, she wouldn't have told him about the episode in the van…would she?

"Yeah, she emailed that you were having 'random sex' but she didn't mention that it was with such a hottie," Luke smiles. He's looking impressed.

"She is that…" Can't deny it.

"So. What's up with the grass?"

"What are you talking about?" Yes, he does want details. Damn him.

"Where did you get grass from when you were in a car for the past few hours? C'mon, Chino, spill." He really doesn't get the hint.

"We blew a tire on the interstate and had to make a stop…"

Luke's eyes widen with respect. "You…and her…outside?"

I'm not going to grace that with a response. He has no idea. But I smile at him.

"She sounds… kind of wild," he whispers.

I make a noncommittal face and he looks even more impressed.

"Wow, man. What happened to Mary?"

Oh. Now he wants to catch up. "She dumped me."

"Communication?" he asks. How the hell does he know so much? He lives in Portland. Maybe I'm easier to read than I thought. Must work on that.

"Yup."

"That sucks. But Kimmie…are you guys…" And I can see he's angling for a boyfriend/girlfriend kind of vibe.

"No." Are we? No. Kimmie is not relationship material. Neither am I, as I have been told. Maybe that's why the sex is so damned good. "We're… friends."

He laughs. "With benefits, huh?"

"Yeah, if you want to call it that."

"Come on, Chino. Give me something, some kind of juicy tidbit…" Luke grins.

"You're a perv." He is.

"Come on, man! Summer and Seth, they know everything, I want to know something, too!" Luke urges. He's like a puppy, begging for a bone. A big, golden retriever puppy.

I feel like I need to give him something. He is letting us crash at his place; he's covered for me with the Cohens above and beyond the call of duty.

"Well… Kimmie is kind of… impatient," I say, and Luke's eyes widen further. I swear, his tongue is virtually hanging out. Get a grip, man! "And the other day, at school…. Summer walked in on us." As I say that I wish I'd hadn't. I blame the weed. Even though I haven't smoked in hours.

His face lights up. That probably wasn't the best bit of gossip, but it's something Seth doesn't know. And Luke is clearly enjoying this. Because he is a perv.

"Were you guys…?" Jesus, he's insistent.

"Buck naked in her van in the parking lot… Yeah. Summer was just…terrified…" It is kind of funny. Her stricken expression.

Luke's eyes are round. I can see exactly what he's thinking in his dirty mind. He'd have a heart attack if I told him what Kimmie's reaction was. Because Summer and Kimmie? It's quite a picture.

"In the parking lot," he murmurs in a strangled voice. "Christ."

"What are you guys talking about?" Kimmie steps into the room, wrapped in a towel. Not, I may add, a particularly large one. God. She's such a tease…

"Uh, nothing," Luke stammers. He's blushing again and trying to look at her without being obvious. Except he is.

"Stud, where are my clothes?" she asks me, winking.

"In the guest room on the bed…"

"Care to show me?" she grins.

"Yeah, of course…" I get up and go to her side. I hear Luke taking a deep breath behind us.

"I missed you," she whispers as she closes the door to the guest room behind us. "It just isn't the same being naked without you…"

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He's so cute when he's embarrassed. I drop my towel and walk toward him. I can tell he likes it, but his eyes keep flickering to the door behind me.

"We can't do this now…" he starts but I silence him with my lips, kissing him deeply. It's only been a few hours but I can never believe how good he tastes.

"Why?"

"Luke's right outside…I need to get a shower…he'll hear you, you have those huge lungs…" He says between kisses.

"Lungs, huh? Is that what you call them," I say, and I grab his hands and put them on my breasts. He laughs and instinctively strokes my nipples. Mmmh. I don't want to listen to him. I just want him.

"Kimmie…control yourself…I'll be right back…"

I lower my hands to his ass as he tries to pull away.

"God, girl, aren't you tired?" he snorts, leaning in to kiss me. And he presses against me just a little more than he needs to.

"Nope…"

"Later…," he says, pulling away.

I groan. "Well if you must leave, do me a favor, stud."

"What?"

I stroke his cheek. "Keep the stubble. It's a bit rough, but it makes you look so hot…" And it does. I'm willing to put up with the burn for the scruffy look.

"'Kay." He gives me a wink and leaves. Who knew he had such self-control?

Damn. Now what am I supposed to do?

I get dressed in a pair of black pants and a red strappy top. Tight, I hope Ryan likes it. Might as well get to know Luke now. The shower's revived me – I guess I can skip the nap.

"What's up?" I sit down beside him on the couch and I swear he jumps. "God, man, I'm not going to bite you…"

"Sorry. It's been a while since I've had to entertain a lady…" Luke admits. He's paused the football game he's playing on the screen. I take the controller from him and unpause it.

"Thanks for thinking of me as a lady," I remark.

"So. You and Chino…"

"Yeah?" I maneuver the quarterback into a running play and score a touchdown.

"You're…"

"He's hot, I'm hot, we're hot together." It's true.

"Yeah. I'll say…"

I glance at him. "You think I'm hot?"

He blushes. I love teasing people that hate being teased. It's so much fun. "No…that's not…" he stammers.

"Oh, so you think Ryan's hot…well, I can see if he's into it…"

"What? What the hell are you talking about?" He's beet red now. God, those Newport boys are so easy to wind up!

"Relax, handsome," I say. He looks kind of sweet. Seriously, if I wasn't with Ryan, I wouldn't kick him out of bed. Newport boys may be a little vanilla, but they are cute. I'll vouch for that.

"So what do you do for fun here?" I ask. "And is this okay?" I pull out papers and the weed from my pocket.

He gives me this big grin. "Yeah, sure. I'll open the windows."

I roll a quick one and we start smoking together. He's quite sweet, actually.

"So – you must be new at Harbor," he says, taking a lungful in. " Because I would have noticed if you were there last year. I mean, you've got to be on the cheerleading team?"

I laugh at him. "What you mean is, if I'd been there last year, we would have hooked up, right?"

He looks a little sheepish. "Hey, I definitely would have tried."

I look him up and down and raise an eyebrow. "Well, who knows, handsome? You might have scored…"

He laughs nervously, and threatens to go pink again. I'm not entirely kidding, though.

"Seriously, Luke, what's the plan for tonight? We've spent hours in a car – I'd like to do something fun, like go out dancing, you know?"

"Dancing? With Chino? Does he know that?" He looks surprised.

"What's the big deal?"

"Well – nothing, I guess. I just… I don't think Chino's really into dancing."

Just then Ryan turns up, toweling his hair dry. He's wearing a tight black T-shirt, outlining his muscles, and a really nice pair of jeans. He's kept the scruff, and he looks good enough to eat. Right now.

"What's that about dancing?"

"Hey, stud. I think we should go out clubbing tonight. You know, to stretch our legs a bit after all the driving."

He looks at me with a degree of wariness. "I don't really dance, Kimmie."

"Oh, you'll dance with me, stud," I say and I get up and hand him the joint, and stroke his well-defined biceps. "Like the T-shirt, by the way. You look pretty hot." Because he does, damn.

He grins at me and I'm thinking that he's getting used to me because he would have blushed for sure a few days ago. Maybe it's all the sex.

Luke coughs behind me. Oh yeah. PDA.

"There is that dance club, Level. It's pretty cool. You guys got ID?"

"Sure." It's one thing we made sure we took with us. That, and the weed, and stacks of condoms.

"Hey, hang on. I mean it when I say I don't dance…"

Ryan's looking a little nervous.

"You can always drink, Chino. I'll dance with Kimmie."

"Don't get any ideas, Newport," I say. But I smile at him. If that doesn't get Ryan on the dance floor…

Right. Let's party.

We drive down to this club in Luke's big-ass truck, and Ryan is looking a little annoyed at me.

"Relax, stud, it's only dancing," I say, and I give his thigh a squeeze.

He sighs.

The club turns out to be pretty cool, and the music is thumping. I can feel my hips swaying already.

"C'mon, Ryan."

He gives me a dirty look. "I told you, I don't dance."

"You won't have to do anything, okay? I'll do the dancing… I just need you to keep me company." And look broody and sexy out there on the dance floor.

Luke laughs. "Go on, Chino. You can't say no to that."

Ryan rolls his eyes and follows me. I will make him dance, if it kills me.

The music is really good, and I lace my hands behind his neck and start dancing close to him, to get him going.

And maybe it's the pot, or the music, or me, but after a while, he starts moving back. His hands slide to my hips, and we get a good rhythm going.

"See, stud, I knew you could do it," I whisper in his ear. He glares at me, but he keeps his hips in sync with mine.

I always say you can tell a good lay from the way he dances. And Ryan may not be the world's most adventurous dancer, but he's certainly got rhythm.

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I can't believe we're out dancing. And that Kimmie's got me on the dance floor. But she is persuasive, to say the least, and I can't really resist her when she's in that mood.

She definitely dances like she fucks.

In fact, if this goes on much longer, we're going to end up in the bathroom together.

I can see Luke trying not to stare at us but his eyes are popping out of his head. I ought to feel embarrassed, but after a couple of days on the road with Kimmie, I think I'm fresh out of embarrassment. What with the blowjob on the freeway, and being interrupted four times by the motel manager, and the sex outdoors… Not to mention getting caught by Summer. And Kimmie's mom.

No wonder I've been smoking pot for the past two days. I'm trying to forget.

Although when she moves like this – I don't really care anymore. Kimmie's turning me into an exhibitionist.

A thirsty one, though.

"Wanna drink?"

"Get me a tequila? I'll just stay – I love this song."

I disentangle myself from her and walk up to the bar. On the way, I bump into Luke. He's still looking shell-shocked.

"Dude, you and Kimmie…"

"Yeah?"

"…." He's at a loss for words. "It's like, you're fucking vertically, guys." And he's going red, again.

I smirk. Strangely, as long as the Cohens aren't involved, this doesn't really bother me.

"What can I say… She's just fucking hot." And insatiable, too, but I don't need to share that.

"Is the sex…" He doesn't finish his sentence.

I give him a hard stare. Man, there are limits. Plus – he'll probably find out later.

Kimmie's still on the dance floor and she's lost in some kind of erotic dance dream because she looks scorching and there's a couple of guys hovering around her.

"Hey, I'm going to the bar – you wouldn't mind looking after Kimmie for me?" I ask. I know she can look after herself, but I'd rather not get involved in another fight.

Luke shoots me a glance in which gratitude, fear and awe are equally mixed.

When I return from the bar with the shots, Kimmie's wrapped herself around Luke and she looks like she's having fun. So does Luke, come to think of it.

Hmmm.

He is looking kind of turned on. I can't blame him but…

No. I'm not jealous. It's Kimmie. We're not going out or anything.

Still, Luke could keep his fucking distance. What is he, a fucking dog?

Just then, he catches my eye and I must be looking pissed, because he pulls away from Kimmie and waves at me.

As he walks towards me I notice he's looking a little enthusiastic in his loose jeans. And so does he, because he hunches over and avoids my eyes when he reaches me.

"Having fun out there?"

"Sorry, dude. I'm a little… out of practice." He looks really embarrassed.

I raise an eyebrow. What the fuck is he talking about? I thought he was snowed under girls.

"The last few weeks have been kind of quiet…" he says. "Actually, I think even if I'd been getting non-stop action… Man, Kimmie is just… the sexiest babe I have ever met. And you know I've met a few. You are one lucky sonofabitch, Chino."

I shrug. But yeah, I can't help feeling smug. Because she is. And I'm a guy.

I feel a familiar presence at my back.

"So where's my drink, stud?" She slips her hands around my waist and presses herself against me and I have to focus real quick before I join Luke on the walk of shame.

We stumble home later, after a few more dances and tequilas. We leave the truck behind and catch a cab. Luke sits in front and Kimmie molests me in the back seat.

By the time we get home, we're ready to split and hit the sack. Luke is very understanding. Not that he has much choice.

Kimmie practically drags me by the hand to our bedroom and I barely get a chance to close the door before she throws me on the bed and straddles me and starts pulling off my T-shirt.

"God, Ryan, I've been wanting to do this all damn night," she sighs, and she starts kissing my chest. I want some skin-to skin contact so I push up her tight little top and unclasp her bra. She sighs with contentment and lies on top of me, her nipples grazing mine. We kiss, and her tongue is hot and wet and demanding and makes me want more of her.

I flip her over and lick a trail down from her breasts to her belly. She makes a sound in her throat that goes straight to my groin.

I unzip her skin-tight pants and pull them off at the same time as her thong. Her red, lacy thong – because apparently she's got them in all colors of the rainbow. Hell, I'm not complaining. She can model them for me later. Later.

Right now, it's time for me to see whether she can come silently, or failing that, how long it will take for her to scream the place down.

Well, it's lucky Carson's out. But Luke isn't going to get much sleep any time soon, I guess.

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I don't think I've ever been with anyone who can make me come as quickly as Ryan can. Actually, I'm sure of it. It's like we're tuned to the same sex wavelength or something. He's spoiling me for other guys.

He's looking at me with a lazy grin on his face. He's resting on one elbow over me and tracing my body with his hand, trailing his fingers on my skin, making me shiver deliciously.

"Want another shower?" he says, his voice husky. "'Cause I'm feeling a little sweaty…"

"A shower with you, stud? I can't say no." He laughs and picks me up off the bed with those gorgeous muscly arms of his and carries me into our en suite bathroom. I stroke his scruffy chin and wrap my arms around his neck. We kiss, and I let my tongue roam around his mouth. I just love kissing him.

He puts me down and turns the shower on. I stand there naked and look at him, bare-chested in his jeans. You're sex on legs, stud. Sex on fucking legs.

He keeps his eyes on mine as he unbuttons his fly and lets his jeans slide down. Damn him, he's been riding commando all night? How did I not notice that, stud?

And clearly he can read my look, because he shrugs with a smile. "Turns out I forgot to pack spare boxers…"

He steps out of his pants, staggers into the shower, laughing, and pulls me in. The hot water is now on full, and the bathroom is getting steamed up. As am I.

Christ, the last couple of tequila shots we did before leaving are really getting to work. I feel completely spaced. I'm amazed Ryan can get it up. I mean, it's not like he hasn't been getting practice over the past twenty-four hours…

Stud, I like your stamina.

He's wet, his hair plastered to his scalp, but he looks damn cute all the same as he wraps himself around me, and starts kissing my ear and sucking at my neck. The hot water is making my skin tingle and so is his mouth.

I pick up the soap and start lathering his chest. I let my hand slide lower and lower as I slide my hand down his body, tracing his abs and further, until his breath hitches.

The soap and the hot water and the friction are all working together and we're both getting carried away. So there's more scrabbling for a condom, and a brief attempt at acrobatics involving the shower rail before we decide it's not worth destroying the guest bathroom and then he pushes me against the wall, the tiles cool against my back despite the heat and the steam, and rocks his hips into me and God Ryan!

Afterwards we rinse off in the shower, the hot water soothing our aching muscles, and then he carries me back to the bed, and spoons me from behind as we crash on the bed.

"G'night, Kimmie," he mumbles into my ear. And he's asleep like a light, his arms around me.

I snuggle into his embrace and I guess I'm spent too because about a second later I can feel myself drifting into dreamland.

I think I like Portland.