Wilson's Hard Lesson (19 page)

It was the pounding in her head that woke her up. Not the
kind between her legs that she so thoroughly enjoyed the night before, but one
between her temples. Her hangover was being angry and loud, and was ruining a
possibly sensual moment.

“Ow,” Kylie said softly, her hand going to head. From behind
her, she felt Brandon stir awake, and pull her closer to him. They had fallen
asleep shortly after their aggressive lovemaking, and from what it felt like,
remained in the exact same spots they fell unconscious in.

Brandon yawned and slowly opened his eyes to look at Kylie.
Her brilliant red hair was a sexy disarray, and she had her hand pressed up
against her temple. He immediately felt bad for her, and leaned up to kiss the
spot that she was massaging.

“Hangover?” He asked.

Kylie nodded her head, and accepted the bottle of water that
Brandon offered her. She took a deep swig of it and immediately felt better.
She hadn’t drunk so much in since her first experience with alcohol, and now
she remembered why. Hangovers were a bitch.

Getting out of bed, Brandon went to use the bathroom and
check his phone. It was nearly ten o’clock, which meant that if they didn’t
check out in the next eight minutes, he’d be charged for an entire extra day.
As he looked over Kylie’s gorgeous figure, he thought about how he wouldn’t
mind an entire day to worship it. Still, her mother, and his dad would soon be
calling them, asking if they were all right.

“We’ve got to get going, sweets,” he said, pulling on his
briefs.

Knowing he was right, Kylie sat up in bed, and immediately
wished she could lie back down. “Oh God,” she moaned, her head spinning.

“I know baby,” Brandon soothed, kissing her forehead. “Come
on, I’ll buy us some breakfast, it will make you feel better. Where’s your
phone? I’ll text Cassie for you.”

Kylie pointed to her jean shorts and Brandon fished it out.
In less than five minutes they were out the door and handing in the keys to
their room. As Brandon had predicted, both of their parents had freaked out
when neither returned from the bar. He had to smile though, knowing that he was
lucky enough to have to people that cared about him and Kylie enough to worry
like that.

Though it was a lie, he explained to them that they had
crashed at Jake’s and were getting breakfast before coming home. It seemed to
appease them, and he was finally able to turn his focus back to Kylie, who was
being somberly silent. He tried to tell himself that it was merely from the
hangover, but after reaching the diner and then ordering their coffee and
orange juice, she still hadn’t said anything. Brandon began to worry that it
was something else.

“Tell me what you are thinking,” he asked, though he didn’t
make it much of a question. He didn’t want to know, he
needed
to know.

Kylie, who was holding her head up in one hand and stirring
her coffee with a spoon with the other, looked up at Brandon with cloudy eyes.
It was apparent that she still had a major headache, though she’d already drank
through a bottle of water and chomped down two aspirin. No. It was more than
that.

“I’m confused,” she admitted, her voice soft.

Brandon felt his heart go into overdrive. “Do you regret
last night?” He asked, his tone steady.

For a moment she was quiet, then slowly she shook her head
no. “No. But that’s why I’m confused. I should be ashamed. Or feel dirty. But I
don’t. If anything, I want to do it again and again.”

Relief flooded through Brandon. That he could work with. “So
tell me what’s going on.”

~

Through breakfast they discussed their feelings and their
own concerns about them. It was an unusual situation, for sure. But neither
believed that it was necessarily bad either. They were each a consenting adult,
each of respectable age, and they each had strong feelings for one another.
Still, there was a certain stigma that was attached to what they were doing.

“What are we going to tell mom and Gerald?” Kylie asked as
she nibbled at her buttered toast; the only thing she could stomach at the
moment.

“Why do we have to tell them anything?” Brandon asked. “As
long as they don’t catch us in the act, I don’t see any reason as to why they
have to know.”

Kylie felt her heart fill with sadness. “So this is just a
sex thing for you then?” She asked.

“No!” Brandon exclaimed a little too loudly. He ducked his
head as he watched people stare at them. “No,” he said again in a whispered
voice. “That’s not at all what I mean, Kylie. It’s just, you and are just
trying to figure it out, so why put that confusion on other people until we
have a better understanding of it ourselves.”

It made sense, and with the aspirin finally kicking in,
Kylie started to feel better in more ways than one. She liked Brandon, that
much she knew. And she also knew that whatever it was that was going on between
them, she didn’t want it to stop. Not yet at least.

“So what do we do now?” She asked.

Brandon’s shoulders seemed to relax, and he smiled across
the table from her. “Now? We do whatever we want.”

“You look different,” Cassie mused, looking over her
daughter.

Kylie felt her heart leap into her throat at her mother’s
comment, and she turned away from peeling the potatoes for dinner.  It had been
over a week since she and Brandon had spent the night at the motel, and since
then she and Brandon had been finding moments whenever they could to make
physical contact, whether it was under the table footsie or brushing one
another’s hands as they volunteered to do the dishes. It was torture, but one
she found she enjoyed immensely.

“Different? How so?” Kylie asked, trying to sound as
nonchalant as possible.

“I don’t know,” Cassie mused, shrugging her shoulder. “You
have a little more pep in your step. I think having this break from your school
and volunteer work is doing you some good.”

“Oh, yeah definitely,” she agreed, thankful that was what
her mother suggested. She felt her hands on her shoulders and her mother’s head
resting there.

“You’re a good girl, Kylie,” she told her daughter. “But I
think sometimes you work yourself a little too hard. You have to give yourself
some time to recoup, you know? Do something outside of normal bounds.”

Kylie raised her eyebrows in surprise. Her mother had no
idea just out of bounds she was taking her freedom at all. “You think so?” She
asked. “You wouldn’t be disappointed?”

Cassie laughed and turned back to husking the corn. “No
honey. Kids need to be wild every now and then. Just don’t do anything that
will land you too much jail time. We only have so much cash to bail you out you
know.”

“Mom!” Kylie exclaimed as her mother erupted into a fit of
giggles.

“What’s going on out here?” Brandon asked as he and Gerald
came through the sliding doors of the back patio.

“Kylie’s going to jail,” Cassie teased, wrapping an arm
around her husband as he came over to grab the husked ears of corn. Brandon
looked over at Kylie in surprise, his face completely serious.

“You are? Why? What you do?”

Gerald rolled his eyes and clapped his son on the back.
“Relax boy, she’s just messing with you and Kylie. Geez, you two have been so
tense lately. You guys need to relax, go have some fun.”

Brandon and Kylie spared a glance at one another as their
parents laughed at one another’s taunting. If only they really knew how much
fun they were having with one another. Before Kylie or Brandon could retort, a
knock sounded at the door, and Brandon went to answer it.

“Jake?” Brandon asked with surprise. He caught himself and
quickly changed his tone. “I mean, hey buddy. What’s up?”

Jake let himself into the house. “Hey man. I’m actually here
to see Kylie if that’s okay.”

Brandon opened his mouth to tell him to go away, but as he
did so Cassie came around the corner to see who was at the door.

“Why Jake Gilbert! I haven’t seen you since your high school
graduation!”

Jake smiled widely and took off his old navy blue baseball
cap. “Hello ma’am,” he greeted. “Nice to see you again.”

“You boys going to run off before supper?” Cassie asked.
“Why don’t you stay and have a plate with us? It’s just about ready.”

Jake smoothed a hand down his simple white V-neck t-shirt
and moved towards Cassie to shake her hand. “Actually I was here to call on
Kylie. But yes ma’am, I’d love to stay for dinner. That barbeque sure smells
good. You can smell it a clear mile down the road.”

Brandon gave Jake a dirty look as he continued to move into
the house and greet his dad and Cassie. Looking over at Kylie, he saw that she
looked mortified at Jake being there. A part of him, the cave man part, felt
happy to know that she wanted him there just about as much as he did. He
watched as she stammered a hello and gave him the lightest of hugs. He wanted
so badly to grab Jake by scruff of his neck and haul him out of the house;
teach him a thing or two that he learned in combat as a marine, but he would
never disrespect his father’s house by doing so. Instead, he pushed a large
white ceramic platter into Kylie’s hands and asked her to come with him to get
some of the chicken off the spit.

“What the hell is he doing here?” Kylie hissed as soon the
back patio door slid shut.

“Beats the hell out of me,” Brandon replied, trying not to
look too suspicious. He focused on the pit, opening the giant lid and turning
the chicken and ribs over with the giant tongs. “Maybe he’s wondering why you
didn’t call him.”

Kylie rolled her eyes and relaxed a little. She was used to
dealing with boys who couldn’t take the hint that she wasn’t interested. “I’ll
talk to him after dinner. Get it across that he hasn’t a chance.”

Brandon softened, and took the platter out of her hands.
“Are you okay?” He asked, his voice soft. “I mean, are things still okay
between us?”

Kylie could feel the dampening of her panties just from the
change of tone in his voice, going from casual to sensual. “Yes,” she rasped.
Turning around, she looked to make sure that no one was at the window watching
her. “I miss you.”

Realizing that she was gravitating towards him, Kylie took a
step backwards, catching her heel on an uprooted flagstone. With a rush of air,
she felt her body going backwards, her head going straight for the stone steps.
A cry left her lips just as Brandon’s arms wrapped around her and saved her
from cracking her skull open on the flagstone. For a moment, she stayed
suspended in Brandon’s arms, forgetting that her family and an unwanted guest
were just on the other side of the glass doors.

“I miss you too,” Brandon murmured, his eyes locked on hers.
“I want to see you. Tonight.”

~

Kylie had never sat through a more awkward dinner in her
life. Brandon had studied Jake like a hawk, and would often cut him off
midsentence as he was holding a conversation with Gerald or Cassie. Kylie
herself tried to focus only on her food, claiming that she had skipped
breakfast and lunch due to a good book and that she was starving. Throughout
the meal, Cassie kept nudging her daughter under the table, encouraging her to
talk to the handsome suitor. Try as she might though, Kylie couldn’t find a
footing on a conversation and sat in silence for most of the meal.

When it was over, Gerald offered to take everyone down to
the ice cream parlor and treat them all to cones. Jake was all for it, but
Kylie and Brandon both said that they were too full from dinner. Cassie,
thinking that her daughter wanted some alone time with Jake, winked at her and
suggested that she and Gerald walk to the parlor, three miles away, instead of
driving, to work off the meal and to ‘give the kids some privacy.’ Jake quickly
agreed and while Brandon cleaned up after meal, took her to the back patio to
talk.

“So you never called,” Jake said, as soon as the doors were
shut. He led her over to two of the lawn beds, and sat down in one. He tried to
pull Kylie down onto the bed with him, but she slipped through his hand and
took a seat on the opposite bed.

“Jake, listen. You’re really sweet and all. And if I was
living back home, or even made trips back here on my breaks, I would have
definitely considered giving you a call. But the truth is, this summer is a
one-time thing. I volunteer over my breaks and focus entirely on my school work
during the semester.” She tugged at her lilac maxi dress uncomfortably, wishing
she wasn’t wearing something so revealing. It was making her uncomfortable how
often Jake’s eyes roamed from her eyes to her chest.

“Yeah, but you graduate next year, right? We could enjoy a
summer fling, then when you come back home we could”-

Kylie started to feel irritated. Jake wasn’t listening to
her, and she hated when guys did that.

“No, Jake. You’re not getting it. “I’ll be done with my
undergrad, yes. But then I’m going to go immediately into my master’s program,
and from there into something like the World Help Organization. I’m not coming
home.”

“Yeah, but-“

“She said no, dude,” Brandon butted in. Kylie had been
getting so riled up that she hadn’t even seen him open and close the patio door
to come outside.

Jake stood up, holding out his hand. “Listen brother, I know
you’re just being protective, but you haven’t been home in a long time. I’ve
grown up. Your sister grew up. We’re adults now and we’re interested in each
other.”

Brandon felt anger lace through his veins and locked his jaw
and squeezed his fist. He wanted badly to punch the guy in the face, even
though he knew it wasn’t the answer.

“She said no, Jake,” Brandon said through clenched teeth.

Kylie, sensing the tension, stepped in between the two
testosterone filled men.

“That’s right,” she added. “I said no. I mean no. I’m
flattered that you stopped by, Jake. But I am not, and will not be interested.
Understand?”

Jake looked from Kylie’s face to Brandon’s, both of them wearing
apparent anger. Finally, he stepped away and held his hands up in surrender.
The point was finally made clear to him.

“Fine. Fine. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable in any
way, Kylie,” Jake apologized.

The tension slowly eased out of Kylie’s body, and she gave
the man a small smile. “It’s okay,” she soothed. “But in the future maybe try
to take a woman’s first no as is, all right?”

“Let me walk you out,” Brandon said, still full of
hostility. Jake didn’t disagree, but instead let the marine walk him through
the house and to the front door. Before he let Brandon close it however, he
held open the door and looked the man square in the eye.

“I don’t know what’s going on between you two, but it’s
sick,” Jake spat.

“Excuse me?” Brandon asked, feeling the anger rise up and
beat against his rib cage, begging to be let out.

“I saw you last weekend, with your hand on her thigh,” Jake
replied, his eyes full of jealousy. “You’re way too protective of her, not
letting her get a real man that can be here for her.”

Brandon slammed the door in Jake’s face, not wanting or
needing to hear anymore. He wasn’t sure exactly what Jake was insinuating but
he didn’t care either. He just wanted him gone and out of his house. He locked the
door behind him and went back out onto the back patio, where he also locked the
side gate to the yard.

“Everything okay?” Kylie asked. She had once again sat back
down on the lawn bed, and he hadn’t seen her sitting there.

“Come here,” he growled, pulling her up into his arms and
smashing her lips into hers. The kiss was rough, carnal. Kylie sensed a
predatory nature coming out of him, and it turned her on even more. She
adjusted slightly, and deepened into a real kiss.

“Take me inside,” she panted, her lips leaving and coming
together with Brandon’s in a sweet tease.

Obediently he picked her up and carried her into the house,
locking the patio door with one hand before taking her upstairs to the spare
bedroom. As soon as they were in the room he pulled the dress down her arms
along with her thong and had her naked. In the heat of the moment, he unzipped
his pants and picked her up again, only to press her against the wall.

“Yes,” Kylie breathed, feeling his erect cock ready to
thrust into her. “Now, make love to me right now,” she moaned.

Brandon didn’t have to be told twice, and in one swift
motion he was surging through her hot, wet petals and into her warm, tight
center. At the angle he could go deeper than before, and he moaned in ecstasy
at the feel of her walls gripping him.

For a moment, Brandon didn’t move. He simply stayed buried
inside of Kylie, taking in the feeling of her wrapped around him.

The reminder that Gerald and Cassie would be home at any
time spurred him into gear though, and he began to rapidly piston his hips. He
watched in pleasure as copious amounts of pleasure passed over Kylie’s face as
he rode her body deep and hard. She looked wild and untamed against the wall,
her green eyes practically glowing as her wild curl draped like a curtain
around her bare shoulders.

“Don’t stop,” she moaned happy to once again be a part of
him. Inside she could feel the ebb and flow of her pleasure, and knew that an
orgasm was inevitable. She loved and hated it all at the same time, for she knew
that if she didn’t finish with him, she’d merely be teased into a frenzy yet
again, only to left writhing in torture for the night. Still, no matter how
hard she tried to hold her, her body had other plans. Within minutes her juices
were trickling down her thighs and over Brandon’s legs.

Brandon moaned in gratitude as he felt her orgasm swell up
and spill over. He loved the scent she put in the air whenever she came, and he
wanted nothing more than to bury his nose between her legs and taste what she so
willingly offered. Try as he might though, he simply couldn’t leave the warm,
wet confines of her passage, and with each stroke of his cock he found himself
growing closer and closer to his own bliss. He was just about to come when
suddenly they heard the phone ring, freezing them both.

“Who the fuck is that?” Brandon whispered.

“I don’t know,” Kylie panted, but you better get it.
Regretfully, Brandon put Kylie down on her wobbly legs, and walked bowlegged
over to the bed stand to pick up the phone.

“Hello?” He asked.

“Brandon, honey, hi! Why didn’t you or Kylie pick up your
cell phones?” Cassie asked from the other end of the line.

“Oh, um, they’re on vibrate I guess. I think mine’s in my
room. Why? What’s up?” He asked, peeking out the window to see if they were
coming down the street. When he saw the coast was clear, he let out a sigh of
relief and sat down on the bed.

“Well your father and I are getting ready to walk back home,
and we were wondering if you kids wanted us to bring any ice cream home for
you?”

Brandon couldn’t help but laugh as he relaxed. “Yeah, yeah
that’d be great. I’m sure Kylie will want the strawberry shortcake, and I’ll
take a banana split please.”