Accepted Fate (3 page)

Pulling into my driveway, I notice mom and dad's vehicle parked in the open garage. That's really strange. It's only five o'clock and they are never home before seven during the week, at least never together. I'm not sure if I should be excited to spend some time with my parents or nervous something bad has happened.

The first thing running through my mind is that something bad has happened to Konnor. Ever since he walked in on Logan and Sophia, his ex, I'm terrified I'm going to come home to find he has done something stupid like take his life. I love my brother and he's never been a depressed guy, but when he loves something, he gives it everything he has. He's passionate. That's what makes him such a good athlete. Every time I think of what that witch has done to him, I could kill her. I still may. No one messes with my family; especially not some stupid whore.

Trying to calm my nerves for what I'm about to walk into, I inhale deeply. I've been known to be a worrier over people I care about. After Grams died, I was on medication for anxiety, but have had it under control recently.
Come on Kinzleigh, they would have called if something had happened to Konnor.
It could even be nothing. Maybe they just had a light day at work. Getting out of my car, I walk towards the front door and place my hand on the door knob.
I can do this, calm down.

Opening the door, dad is sitting in his recliner reading today's paper and mom is flipping through a magazine on the couch. Nothing looks wrong, but maybe they are just trying to break it to me gently. Dad speaks first, lowering his newspaper. "Hi sweetie, did you have fun at the beach?"

Now I'm really confused. They look like they are in a really good mood. "Mom, dad, you're home early and how did you know I was at the beach?"

Mom looks up from her magazine and smiles as if that was the silliest thing she's heard. "Your swimsuit would be the first clue." Then it dawned on me, I was in such a hurry to get away from...him, I forgot to even put my cover-up back on.

Suddenly feeling very naked, I cradle my beach bag in front of my chest. Mom and dad are more of the conservative type and they always instilled that in us. They wouldn't be too happy with me running around in only swimwear. "Oh, right, sorry. Why are you home so early? Is everything okay?"

She laughs as if I'm the one she should be worried about. "Of course, sweetie, everything is fine. You're not starting to get anxious again are you? I won that big case I've been working on, so your dad and I thought we would all go out and eat to celebrate. Plus, we have some news to discuss with you and your brother. Konnor should be getting home soon and then we'll go. I called him about an hour ago and he said he's been training and working out with Kyle."

I wonder what could be so important, they can't discuss now. My parents have never been able to hide anything and something tells me I'm not going to like what they have to say. I let out a breath, trying to relieve some of this tension I've built up. "Okay then, I'll head upstairs and get ready."

CHAPTER 2

Breyson

I'm standing here, watching her walk away and though I know I should go after her, I can't. I've never been one to chase after a girl, I've never had to, but this may be one of the times I really want to say screw it and go. That girl is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. There is no way she can be single, can she? Something about that girl stirs primal instincts that need to remain at bay. Going after her, though, wouldn't be fair and for several reasons.

First, is the fact that I have a girlfriend back home. The second, I'm only here for one week and then it's back to Mississippi for me. I know I could be selfish, enjoy a week with a beautiful girl, then head home with no strings attached and a great memory; however, something about her says It wouldn't be enough. Something in those eyes tell me I would want more, but that's something I can't give myself.

We wrapped up the game shortly after Kinzleigh took off. As soon as she left, the girls with her, went back to laying on the beach to 'tan' as they call it. I've never understood why any woman would want to sit in the sun and bake for fun. Maybe that's just the football player coming out in me. When you run outside five days a week, hours on end, with shoulder pads strapped to you, cooking in the sun is not something you'd consider fun either.

I usually come down for a week every summer to stay with my cousin Ryland. We're the same age and he was my next door neighbor and best friend back home, until they moved here when he was fourteen. I flew in this morning, for my annual week in the California sun. We usually just chill on my first day here because I'm jet lagged, but he said today was supposed to be a pretty good day for surfing.

Since I'm from the south and we don't have waves for surfing, I usually just sit out and watch or find something to do. Ryland has attempted to teach me a few times but he gave up my second summer here. Some of us are just designed for land sports.

I realized I was still staring at the street where Kinzleigh left when I heard Ryland in the background. I turn around and he is talking to that Presley chick as if he knows her. I wonder if he knows the blonde as well. This girl has her breasts practically in his face.
It looks like someone is getting laid tonight. Wish it were me. Wait, what am I saying? You have a girlfriend Breyson. It's going to be a long week.
I shake off my thoughts. He grabs the swimsuit string between her breasts, pulling her closer.

"Where's the party at tonight," he asks, grabbing her by the ass and pressing her against him. I'll have to admit, it's times like these I wonder what the hell I was thinking when I agreed to date Natalie.

It seemed like a good idea at the time because we've been friends since freshman year. She's always flirted with me, as most girls from school do, but it was mostly platonic. I usually just ignored it, until about four months ago. She stepped up her game and practically raped me at a school party when I was drunk. I was hammered and I don't even remember having that much to drink. I'm still not sure how she managed to get me so drunk, I slept with her. I couldn't have stopped it if I wanted to. I was horny as hell and she was practically naked, rubbing against me.

I felt bad and realized it would be like being at an all you can eat buffet. Anytime I wanted sex, she gave it up freely. No work was required and that worked for me...or so I thought. Now I'm not so sure. I told her as long as she understood I could give her sex and the title she was looking for, but nothing more, I was game. It works for us because she's okay with me not giving her the emotional, romance and bubbly shit. I don't do it. Ever. There are no exceptions. 

She's running her finger down his arm, looking as if she can't wait to get him alone. "Logan's graduation party is tonight. You should come." As she says the word come, she places her lips to his ear and says something only he can hear and his face takes on a look I understand, causing him to squeeze her ass. "I promise I'll make it worth your time," she say's running her finger underneath the band of his shorts.

Ah hell, I guess tonight I'm flying solo. Maybe I should just call Natalie and break if off, have a week of parties and sex, free of commitments and just deal with her when I get home. The more I think about it, the better it sounds. It's an asshole move, but she knows how I am. I do what I want and I don't care what anyone else thinks.

When I realize they aren't anywhere close to finishing this up, I take it upon myself to get everything moving along. "Yo, Ry, what's the plan?" I'm really getting tired of watching them eye fuck each other. I have other things I could be doing and watching someone else isn't one of them. That just isn't my thing. A certain pair of green eyes comes to mind, though. I rub my hand through my sweaty hair waiting for him to answer.

He tosses me his keys. "We're hitting up Logan's tonight. Wait for me at the truck, yeah?"

Catching the key ring midair, I nod my head. "Aight, but hurry up. You can pick that up later."

Sitting in the truck, I have no idea what's taking Ryland so long. What can he do at a public beach, surrounded by hundreds of people? I get it, the bastard is horny, but I'm pretty sure he isn't lacking in that area. Ryland's always had a string of girls following him everywhere he goes. The guy has a tan and a set of dimples and knows how to use them, not to mention that whole surfing thing he has going on. He finally gets in the truck about fifteen minutes later, with a smile that was not present the last time I saw him; a post orgasmic smile. Well, shit. Sir kink a lot. Didn't know he had it in him.

Tapping at my wrist sarcastically, I look at him. "Would you care to explain what took you so long?"  I can tell by the look on his face he won't be in such a hurry to get to that party now.

"Hey, if I get offered a pre-party surprise by a hot chick without doing any of the work to get it, I'm not turning it down. Besides, I've been trying to get with Presley for a while and now that she doesn't have Corey following her around like a freaking puppy, I'm hitting that. I just needed to give her a little motivation for what she'll have inside her later. A little oral representation if you will."

That was definitely information I would have been perfectly fine without. "Do I even want to know where you had the guts to pull that off?" I can't possibly imagine where on a public beach that could happen without him getting arrested for indecency.

He smirks at me and raises his brow. "Don't ask questions you don't want the answers to because you know I won't spare any details. Modesty has never been my thing. I'm proud of what I got." I nod understanding exactly what he means as he pulls out of the parking area.

We pull in Ryland's drive and park his truck. One thing I like about Ryland is that even though he has moved clearly across the country, he hasn't conformed to the ways of all the other rich kids here. When he got his license, his parents offered him a fancy little sports car. Instead, all he wanted was a lifted up GMC Sierra with mud grip tires and rims. His reason, he had to have somewhere to haul his surf board and his parents couldn't argue that point. That's probably the only reason we have remained friends throughout the years. He's down to earth and doesn't care what other people think. He was raised in the south, so, like me he has that deep southern drawl. Somehow, though, he makes it work for him here.

After Ryland and I ate dinner with his parents, we both started getting ready for the party. I'm standing in the shower, underneath the rain of water and all I can picture is Kinzleigh. I could tell before she got to the beach that she was going to be attractive, but I didn't expect her to take my breath away. Once my eyes caught sight of those bouncy, blonde curls and emerald green eyes, I could barely look away. I was speechless. It was all I could do to continue playing ball with the guys I had met when Ryland went to surf.

I wasn't doing too good of a job, obviously, because instead of paying attention I sent the ball sailing in her direction. I couldn't help it though. Every time I looked over at her, she was doing something else that was completely turning me on. The time she was rubbing oil all over her firm little body, in my head, those hands rubbing down her inner thigh were mine. Every time she adjusted her swim top, those perfect breasts bounced slightly as if they were begging to be touched. I probably looked like a total asshole when the ball just had to hit her right in the forehead. What I can't admit to anyone was that the reason I wasn't paying attention was because I was adjusting myself to hide my arousal from watching her.

I place my hand on the shower wall, trying to clear the thoughts of her from my head, but it seems my mind has ideas of its own. All I can think about is how cute she was at the way she jumped up, startled. I tried really hard not to laugh so she wouldn't take it the wrong way. Her hair was pulled in a bun of loose curls on top of her head that was begging to be pulled free. She was trying not to scream, but what came out was more of a squeak. The sound was similar to that of a mouse. Great, now I have thoughts of that voice panting and moaning, running through my head. Of everything about her, what I didn't expect getting closer, was that she was going to be more beautiful up close. The girl was gorgeous.

I look down and realize my thoughts have now aroused me. Rubbing my hands over my face trying to stop thinking about this girl, my mind starts to reel some more. To avoid frustration, I start to stroke myself as I remember standing at her towel, realizing that she had no clue I was there, behind her. Remembering back, she's bent over, her plump round bottom staring me right in the face. Her swimsuit was shifted slightly over her right cheek. If only I could just slide it over, grab her waist, and slip inside. Her body was firm, but small. I bet she would feel so good inside.

I soon realize, this isn't going to take long, as the rest of the memory is flooding through my mind. From the look of surprise that was written all over her face, seeing me standing so close, to the look on her face that said she liked what she saw.  That's one look that remains the same, no matter the girl.  My mouth pulls into a smirk on one side. I guess my dad's nutrition and exercise obsession really paid off.

She had a soft voice and mentally I can hear it call out my name. Wait, did I really just think that? She even had a sexy name, Kinzleigh. It rolls off my tongue perfectly. She appeared so adorably shy, but I can definitely tell she has a feisty side.

When our eyes locked, it was as if gravity was holding them together. It was the first good look I'd gotten of her. The hot water is running down my sensitized body and I keep thinking of the way she looked when I was standing so close to her. I want her muscular legs wrapped around me as I inch inside her.

My breath catches in my throat and all I can see is a pool of green that shimmers in the sun, rolling back in ecstasy. She had the cutest little button nose with the slightest trail of freckles that ran across and underneath her eyes. Her sun kissed skin was blemish free and she had the most beautiful full lips. Lips made to kiss, to suck and to be sucked. Oh damn.