Every Soul (5 page)

As much as I bitch about breakfast with my parents, it’s actually nice to eat with them. Plus, my mom’s cooking is really the best. Thinking about some of my friends and the shitty parents they have, I really got damn lucky with mine. Hopping into my Audi, I cruise across town. College has been an experience, that’s for sure.

I’m not really one of the popular girls, but everyone knows who my brother is and that makes me known. It’s not a bad thing; I’m proud as hell of him. What I go through is nothing compared to what he experiences. I mean, the guy’s been on TV being interviewed and playing games.

Compared to me and my simple life, I’ve got it easy. I love photography and go to one of the best schools for it. Plus, it lets me stay in New Jersey. Stopping at a stoplight, I text Anna, one of my good friends and also one of the smartest ones.
Hey, girl, do you have my biology homework?

She texts right back.
Have I ever let you down, Kins?

Very true, I do owe you. See you soon.

It’s not that I don’t want to do the homework. It’s that I can’t. Some of that shit just hasn’t clicked. I don’t know if I have ADD or what my problem is. The doctors say everything is fine with me, but I struggle with certain things. For me, I found it easier to pay Anna. It’s really a win-win – she gets extra money which my parents have a ton of and I get my homework done.

Parking in the first spot I see, I hop out, bearing the cold weather. There’s no one inside, but it is November and this winter has been brutal already. Once I’m inside, I don’t waste even a second congregating or mingling with the other students, that’s not me. I stick to myself heading to my first and favorite class – Photography. With my notebook in hand, I sit down waiting to see what our next assignment is going to be. Our teacher, Mr. Snell, is the best, a world-renowned photographer that’s traveled the world photographing some of the most famous faces. I hope one day my dream of taking pictures for a living will come true. On the wall is a large 16x20 photo of a vacant house that I took. I can’t help, but stare remembering how I took the photo from the front door looking through the house. I pressed my lens up against the glass and got a perfect view through the front room, dining room, right to the back door. I then altered the photo to look black and white and vintage. Mr. Snell loved it, too, and that’s why it’s on the wall. I really couldn’t be happier with the outcome.

As the class waits for Mr. Snell, I realize the bell has already rung and some of the students are talking about where he is. It’s not like him to be late. Then all of our attention is diverted from waiting to a young, light-haired man that walks in, stopping in front and writing his name on the board. Through his messy writing, I can barely read the name, Anthony.

“Sorry to keep you all waiting. My name is Anthony. If you prefer a prefix, please call me Mr. Anthony. Questions?”

Everyone including me, shakes their head staring at the gorgeous man. “I believe Mr. Snell had a family emergency, so he’ll be out for a week or so, but I assure you that we’ll have fun and learn a lot about each other while he is gone.” As he speaks the last sentence, he looks right at me, our eyes connecting. His presence so strong, it makes my heart race a million miles a minute.

“Three shots of tequila and three Coronas.” Both Kohan and Trenton look at me. “What? You guys do realize that I have to pay you fuckers back for dragging me here.”

“Whatever. You agreed to come. Don’t be a little bitch about it.”

The bartender pours our shots and we all lift our glasses, holding them high. “To the future, may it not shit on you like the past.” I speak my mind like I always have and smack my shot on the bar before knocking it back.

Kohan and Trenton do the same. Then Trenton asks, “So what’s next for you, are you really not going to try and play pro ball?”

“I don’t know. I need to figure some shit out here. I can tell you since losing Kins, I don’t have the desire to even pick up a basketball.”

“That doesn’t sound like you.”

“It’s not me,
I’m
not me. But what can I do? Life’s dealt me a shitty hand of cards, a really fucking shitty one. It’s taking everything I have to just get through each day.”

“Christ, man, I’m sorry,” Kohan says.

“It is what it is, nothing can change it. Listen, can we not talk about how fucked up my life is for the rest of the night?” I plead, looking both of them in the eyes, hoping that they will drop it. “I just wanna forget about everything for the night.”

“Deal,” Trenton says. “Can we get three more shots?” he asks the bartender.

“Make it four,” Kohan adds.

I look to my right and there is a cute blonde. “I can buy my own drink,” she quips at him.

“Come on, girl, it’s just a drink.”

“I’m not your girl.” I can’t help, but laugh at his expression when she shakes her head. Then with a smirk on her face she turns to him and says, “It’s also an invitation to converse with you.” Staring him up and down she says, “I think I’ll pass.”

Both Trenton and I bust out laughing. She totally just dissed him. She doesn’t speak another word to us, only to the bartender ordering two drinks.
Fuck, she’s hot.
I’m sure she’s here with someone. Regardless, I can’t take my eyes off of her and I can tell my staring is making her nervous.

The bartender hands her the drinks she ordered and she turns away from me. Yet, my eyes follow her, trailing along her body. To my surprise, feelings inside of me begin to brew. She’s awoken something that’s been asleep for a while now, or maybe it’s just the alcohol. The feelings cause my dick to harden and I pull my eyes away to keep it under control.

Fuck.

Trenton looks at me with his head tilted. “You like her?”

“Another round,” I exclaim, ignoring his question. Alcohol has to help get me through this. Running my hands over my face and through my hair, I tap my third shot and knock it back. That turns to the fourth and fifth. Nothing’s helping, I still can’t keep my eyes off of her.

The guys have found other girls, Trenton is making out with one and Kohan is grinding the other on the dance floor. But for me, there is no one else tonight. I’ve been staring at the blonde all night, like a fucking stalker. She’s glanced my way a few times, but that’s it. Who am I kidding? I’m in no shape to be starting something with someone anyways, so I head outside for some fresh air and hope it will clear my mind ’til these fuckers are ready to leave. Leaning up against the rough, brick wall, I inhale the crisp air and close my eyes ’til the spark of a lighter clicks next to me. I turn to look and standing next to me, leaning against the brick, is the hottie from inside.

I don’t know what to say, we both just stand in silence.
I should say something. Fuck, what should I say?

“So are you really going to eye fuck me all night without introducing yourself?”

What the fuck?
I swallow hard, her words catching me off guard. “Uhh, I’m Bain.”

Those are the only words that come out; my heart is pounding. She laughs at me and I turn to her and ask, “What’s so funny?”

“You. That’s all you’re going to say?
Uhh, I’m Bain
?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay,” she responds is a quieter tone, understanding that I’m serious. “Well, Bain, I’m Arion. I just thought with the way you’ve been staring at me all night, you’d have more to say.”

Fuck, she’s quick with words. Unfortunately for me, I’m at a great disadvantage; the bars mixed with the alcohol have made my mind fuzzy. I can’t keep up with her, not like this. I need to be sober. “Was I that obvious?” I finally ask.

“Yeah.”

She flicks her cigarette into the parking lot and stares at me. Pulling my eyes from the ground, I meet hers. She’s gorgeous, she’s really something else, I tell yah. Especially her eyes, gray and…laced with hurt, just like mine. She acts tough, but she’s hiding something. “Listen, Bain, I don’t know what’s wrong with you.”

“Nothing’s wrong,” I retort. “I’m…I’m just…drunk.”

“Me too,” she responds running her hands down my chest and pushing me harder into the wall. Our eyes never leave one another’s. My breathing increases and I focus on staying calm while feeling what she is doing to me with her hands. It doesn’t take but a few seconds ’til she slides them under my shirt. I may not have words when it comes to her, but my lips don’t let me down. Staring into her eyes, she looks at me with uncertainty. I attempt to ease that, with a kiss.

Her lips are plump and tender. She tastes of mint with a hint of Jäger. The moment she touches her tongue with mine, my senses flip and that need that’s been knocking to escape all night erupts.

A couple exits the bar and we separate for a brief moment. Then I pull her down the side of the building. The moment we are tucked nicely into the dark alley, we pick right back up.
This is seedy as fuck.

It’s a crisp night, but being with her in the cold doesn’t bother me. Her hands are warm as they explore every part of my body. But being a man, I want more. “Keep touching me,” I command, wanting to feel her warm hands on my cock. Holding her face, I continue to kiss her, loving the release I get while indulging in her.

“Mmmmm, you do speak.”

Growling, I flip her around, now pressing her against the wall. “I do. Fuck, Arion…” I trail off, unsure of what to say next.

She makes quick work of the button and zipper of my pants and wastes no time going in, clenching me hard, just like I wanted. “Mmmmmhhhhh,” I groan as she begins to stroke me.

“Your cock is big and I want it deep in my throat.” She drops to her knees and I lean my hands against the wall, questioning what we are doing for half a second. There is no one around us and no one in sight – fuck it. Her tongue hits me swirling over the end; I brush her hair out of her face and watch as she engulfs me. From tip to base, she takes me all the way. When I don’t think she can go any further, she does, and her nose touches my skin. It takes real skill to take all of me. She stares up working my cock in and out of those sweet, plump lips. We watch one another, and I wonder who in the world she is. So confident, sexy, and…dominant. Christ, it’s such a fucking turn-on.

Each pull and push she matches with her hand, twirling her tongue as she goes. I especially like watching her mouth stretch. Stopping for a moment, she removes her lips but jerks my shaft, quickly. “Will you come in my mouth, Bain?”

“Suck me hard and I will.”

I nod my head when she obeys and feel my balls tighten. Fuck, it’s been too long. Looking at her as she takes my release, her eyes are closed and she’s in a zone, enjoying this. As she pushes me to orgasm, her mouth is so warm. Her movements are perfect and I come so hard in the back of her throat, pumping my hips and thrusting out every last drop of cum. To my surprise, she swallows, smirking at me the moment she finally takes my cock out of her mouth. Standing, she licks her lips. I’m panting, trying to catch my breath as she says, “It was a pleasure to meet you, Bain,” and walks away.

“Thank you so much for my homework,” I tell Anna as we leave Biology and head to lunch.

“Anything for you, you know that.”

“Thanks,” I say checking my phone, noticing I missed a call from my brother earlier.

“Who’s that?”

“Bain.”

“Oh God, I was just daydreaming about him. When will I see him again?”

“Anna,” I scold her. She and Bain hooked up once, in high school, and she hasn’t let it go. But it’s not just Anna – I think that goes for the entire female population. It’s why Bain doesn’t date much. When he does, women are on him, all clingy and annoying.

“What?” she asks innocently, grabbing a pre-packaged salad for lunch.

I take a tuna sandwich and buy Anna her salad like I always do for helping me out. We find a table and I stare outside, wishing it were warm enough to eat in the sun. But that’s not going to happen for quite a few months.