Elly & Kent - The Complete Story: Includes Books 1-3 (30 page)

"Want some?" I held my cup under her nose so she could smell it. She turned away with disgust.

"God, no! Why would anyone want that? I want Schnapps." She looked over one shoulder and then the other and then back to me, "Did they have Schnapps?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "I have no idea. I just picked up the prettiest bottle."

Stacy gave me an odd look and then shrugged. "Ah well, I'll have something later." She settled back against the couch and sighed happily, "I have a good buzz going right now."

"Why do you smoke pot? It smells like shit," I said. "Like, literally, shit."

"So does that shit." She pointed to my cup.

I held it to my nose. It burned but it certainly didn't smell like poop. "It does not!"

She grinned, "To each their own."

Kent and Jen slowly made their way over to the couches. Jen took a hit off the bong and Kent stayed next to her, rubbing her back as he stared off into space. Every once in a while she'd pull him into the conversation but he was somewhere else.
 

I finished off my second cupful of whiskey and was headed back to get more when Sadie yelled, "Truth or Dare time!" I tripped over myself and caught onto the bar with both hands. I whipped my head around and stared at the little group. Really?
 

Chapter Thirty-Eight

It didn't matter that I'd tried to hide behind the bar, Stacy found me anyway, cup in hand. "Come on, Elly. It's your turn to get even with that bitch," she snickered in my ear as she pulled me back towards the group. "Elly wants to go first!"

My eyes were wide as I looked at the grinning faces. I shook my head, "Oh, no, I was just suggesting that we um, spin like a..." The alcohol was making my brain fuzzy and I struggled to find the word for the long glass thing that beers came in.
 

Kent, with his straight-laced self, came to the rescue, "Bottle?"

I pointed at him and nodded so hard I felt like I might fall over. "Yes! A bottle."

Sadie giggled, "I love that idea! Nerdy guy..." She was speaking to Kent, "Jen's boyfriend? Go get us an empty beer bottle."

He was tense again but he obliged. He disappeared for a minute before coming back with a bottle. He took stuff off the coffee table and put the bottle on its side in the center.

"I think Sadie should spin first," he said, calmly. I sat down on the floor across from Jen and Kent with Stacy by my side.

Sadie shrugged, "Okay! Rules are that if someone refuses a dare or a truth then they have to do the punishment that we, as a group, decide on." She spun and it pointed at the blonde guy. Sadie grinned.
 

"Truth or dare?" she asked.

"Dare," he said, without any consideration.

"I dare you to french kiss Jen!" She giggled as the blonde guy got up and crossed in front of Kent and kissed Jen. Jen seemed to be enjoying it. Kent, however, did not. His jaw twitched and his hands were balled up in his lap.

I almost felt bad for him as Jen fanned her face with her hand as the blonde guy sat back down, winking in her direction playfully.
 

"Right, my turn," he said with a chuckle. He spun the bottle and it landed on Stacy. He grinned at her, the pot had already solidified them as buddies. "Truth or dare, Red?"
 

She grinned at the nickname as she tossed her bright red hair over her shoulder. "Truth." She was a safe player, like I was.

"Who was the last guy you thought about fucking?"

I gulped. Okay. Maybe truth wasn't the safest way to go with this crowd. Stacy rolled her eyes, "Ummm...." She pointed at blondie and he grinned.

"Right on!"

It was my turn to roll my eyes. I drank a little more whiskey as I waited for it to get interesting. When Stacy spun it landed on Kent.

"Truth or Dare?" she asked of him.

He honestly looked like he wanted to kill someone, maybe himself. He took too long to answer and got a nudge in his ribs from Jen. "Wake up, babe."

His jaw flickered. "Dare."

Stacy flashed a shit-eating grin at me before declaring, "I dare you to spend seven minutes in heaven," she pointed to a tiny bedroom off in one corner, "alone. With..." She bit her lip and paused for anticipation purposes. I wanted to slap her for it. Who was she going to say? Herself? Jen? Sadie?! "Elly."

I blinked, stunned for the second time that evening.
 

His eyes shifted from Stacy, to the offending door and then to me. I felt shivers move through my body. Me?

He looked at Jen, "Alright."

Jen frowned at him briefly and then pasted on a smile, "You could always just decline, I'm sure the punishment wouldn't be as bad." Her hand moved to his wrist, gripping it.

I was still in shock. Me? I felt my cup tipping and I looked down to see Stacy's hand pushing it upwards. It had been dangerously close to spilling on the carpet.

My eyes moved back to Kent as he stood, and dislodged Jen's fingers from his wrist. "What are you worried about?" he asked as he moved towards me. I shrank back slightly. He wasn't really going to do it. Seven minutes alone with me? Before I knew what was happening he grabbed my cup and finished off the contents.

"But..." I tried to protest as he sat it down on the coffee table behind him and grabbed my hand, pulling me to a standing position. "But..." I glanced at Stacy and then at Kent, "But..."

My feet were moving but my brain wasn't the one making them do it. He pulled me into the dark room and shut the door behind us. I couldn't see him in the darkness but I could feel his warm hand around mine. I wondered what he was going to do to me. I wondered who he was going to pretend I was to get through it.

When he didn't make any moves I tried to break the tension, "This isn't exactly my idea of heaven." I heard his body moving but I couldn't see him. I tried to loosen our grip on each other but he held my hand tight. My eyes struggled to make anything out in the darkness but they failed.
 

A knock on the door behind me made me gasp and Stacy's voice filled the room, "Hey! You only have six more minutes left! We want to hear some noises or see some hickies! It's Seven Minutes in Heaven, not Seven Minutes of Quiet Time!"

It was as if that was all he needed to get into action. His hands rested on my hips and I could hear the smile in his voice, "Six minutes. Who is getting the hicky?"

Goosebumps rose on my flesh at his words and his closeness. I panicked and pushed him away. "Oh Kent...Oh yes! Oh my God, yes!" Kent didn't join in so I continued. I could drunkenly pretend to be getting some for six minutes if I needed to. "Yes, Kent! Lick it! Ohhh yes... just like that," my drunk mind really liked the sounds the pretend Kent was bringing out of me.

Jen's voice drifted through the door, they must've been just on the other side listening, "Pft. She's totally faking it."

So maybe I wasn't as believable as I'd imagined I was. "Push me up against the door," I whispered to Kent. He did so quickly, his strong hands grabbing my arms. He pulled me against him, our chests melded together. I held my breath and it left with with an "Oh!" as he pressed me against the door again with a thud.
 

I couldn't see him but I felt him, his body still pressed against mine. My heart was beating wildly in my chest and I was sure he could feel it too. "Do you like being bossed around in bed?" my voice was still just a whisper. The grunt that came from him spread through me, making me wet. I could feel his breath on my lips and smell the whiskey. "Push me against the wall again. Harder."

And he did. Either I had drowned out the noises on the other side of the door or there were none. I was lost in the seven minutes I had with Kent. "Oh, Kent... yes..." I'd meant it that time. Him taking control of me was blazing hot.

Jen's voice briefly cut through my thoughts, "Is she--" but it was cut off by the blasting of The Rolling Stone's "Beast of Burden." My adrenaline was pumping and I felt the need to do something crazy. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his. Yes, he was with Jen. Yes, he'd been a dick and ruined my Christmas Eve earlier. But there was still some time to make this Christmas Eve not suck quite as bad. I wanted to kiss him to spite Jen. I wanted to kiss him for me. The spark ignited me and I felt his lips start to come to life as I slipped my fingers into Kent's hair.

That kiss was between us but I wanted to leave my mark on him, to make Stacy proud. I kissed my way to his neck and then latched on. I felt him pulling away so I tightened my grip in his hair to keep him still. His neck tasted of salt and he smelled faintly of something spicy. I focused on keeping the seal of my lips on his skin. He groaned and I eased up just a little. When I felt my lips give out under the pressure I pulled away. I wasn't sure what it was going to look like because I'd never done that before but I was hopeful that it would be huge and dark.
 

"Are you drunk?" I asked him softly. I wanted to know if he was conscious and in his right mind.
 

"Bad...bad..." he replied.
 

I still couldn't tell if he was drunk or just slightly inebriated. "What?" I pulled back from his neck, and then remembered I couldn't see his face. It was pitch black.

"I told you not to drink and..." he snickered softly. All I wanted was for him to put his hands on me some more.

"And I did it anyway. Are you going to give me a spanking?" My head was fuzzy and I was vaguely aware of the saucy words that were coming from my mouth. His hands tightened on my hips. That was a good thing, wasn't it? I turned around in his grasp and put my hands on the door. I pressed backwards, my ass against his crotch. He was enjoying himself. "I was such a bitch to you, Kent. Do it. I deserve it. For everything I've done to you lately." Sleep sex included.
 

"Elly," he whispered my name and I felt my knees weaken. I could orgasm to him just whispering my name. There was a knock on the door.

"Time's up, you two!" There wasn't time before the door was pushed opened, throwing us both backwards. A slice of light hit Kent who held up his hand to block it from his slitted eyes.

I blinked at the brightness as it shone on him and smiled. "Is that a hicky?" the blonde guy asked.

"No, it's a fucking mole that you didn't notice before." I shook my head as I pushed past both dudes and made my way to Stacy. I put my arm around the back of her neck and squeezed tightly, pulling her sideways with me as I sat back down on the carpet, "Oh my god. I could kill you right now."

She grinned and tried to pry my arm from around her neck. "Sounded like you should be thanking me."

"He didn't do anything. It was all me." Even to me my voice sounded laced with disappointment. Kent hadn't made any moves on me. He had been a perfect boyfriend. The only thing he'd done was get a boner and that was just his body responding to my female body.

"Elly! Wow! That's one hell of a hickey! Look at that, Jen!" Sadie covered her mouth with her hand as she stared as Kent made his way towards the couch where Jen was, a sour look on her pretty face.

Kent was grinning like he'd just lost his virginity to Linda Lovelace. "Yeah it is. Awesome job, Elly," Stacy piped in. She wasn't making fun of me and Kent looked relatively proud of himself so I let her go.
 

"You let her do that?" Jen asked.

"We kissed too," he said with a grin, bigger than the last.

She frowned and sat back, crossing her arms over her chest, "You got what you wanted, didn't you? How was it?" I'm pretty sure she was hoping he'd say it was disgusting. I was fully prepared for him to say that.

His brown eyes turned to me as he smiled. "Nice," he said, his voice was thick like honey. I blushed as I held his gaze.
 

"We have to go," Jen said abruptly.

"Jen, don't go! You didn't even get a turn yet." Sadie's voice did nothing to take away from the joy I felt. He said it was nice!

Kent's gaze left mine as he was pulled to the stairs by Jen, "Merry Christmas, everyone." She didn't sound like she'd really meant it. But I felt it. The compliment from Kent was an awesome Christmas present. And the only one I received from him that year.

Chapter Thirty-Nine

I was sitting by the window of the coffee shop, a well worn notebook on the table in front of me, a pencil in one hand, a steaming coffee cup in my other. I was finally completely over my breakup with Nate, or so I thought anyway. I'd written enough lyrics about the pain of rejection, of not feeling good enough. It was so emo it was making me sick.
 

So today I was trying something different. Trying to imagine I was with Kent, living happily ever after in the alternate universe that was taking place every night in my dreams ever since that night we'd shared a couple of months ago.

The words were flowing onto the page until a soft familiar voice spoke to at my side, "This seat taken?"

I would know his voice anywhere. My heart fluttered as I looked up and smiled, "Kent." I got up and wrapped my arms around him, forgetting that I was still trying to avoid him. Remembering why I had been keeping my distance as soon as I touched him. The sparks flew into my fingers, through my body and right between my legs. I pulled back and sat down, the blush on my cheeks evidence of my arousal.
 

"Um...no, please. Sit." I said. I motioned to the empty chair across from me and then quickly turned my notebook over since the lyrics I was writing were about him and his name was doodled all over the page.

"It's good to see you, Elly. You've been busy, huh?" That smile didn't move from his lips as he sat down across from me. His eyes moved to the notebook for a moment but they quickly went back to me. "How'd you do on the final?"

"Oh, um. I don't remember. I did okay, I think. Seems like so long ago. How about you? How did you do?" I sipped my coffee slowly, my attention solely on him. I wasn't going to tell him that I was so wrapped up in what had happened between us that I failed. I was going to be retaking that class over the summer.

Kent shook his head. "Got a ninety eight. I assume you did well. At least I hope so." He grinned. "It's been a while since I've seen you. I've been busy myself. I'm not sure what's been up with Jen, but she's been," he hesitated as he found the right word, "extra nice."