Bittersweet Symphony (Bittersweet #4)(33)

I saw her sunshine colored hair first and then my eyes landed on Mimi. If she is here that has to be a reason.

“Hey.” I say coolly directly behind her. Immediately she froze up but recovered quickly turning around and giving me a smile.

“Hey. I didn’t know you would be here.” She is still smiling at me but it seemed fake. As if something is going on and she is barely holding it together.

“What’s a matter?” I asked immediately completely concerned with her. Fuck being mad. I can deal with my insecurities later. If something is bothering her I needed to figure it out.

“Nothing.” She says rubbing her hands on her jeans. She looks beautiful. I mean she always looks beautiful but she looks real. In the crowd of all the skimpy dressed women and some with no clothes on I will always choose her.

“Are you sure?” I can’t shake the feeling that there is something deeper going on. Her eyes don’t meet mine and to me that is enough of a reason to be concerned far more. Reaching out I stroke the bottom of her chin with me thumb. Hoping the sensation will calm her enough for her to talk. I know what she is going through. When something is bothering me I will clam up too.

“You know I care about you right… I would do anything for you. If something is bothering you, please just tell me.” I am almost begging, and it is kind of pathetic because a couple months ago I never will have been acting like this.

She looks up at me. Her beautiful blue eyes shining in the dim lighting. I wanted to eat up the space between us until there is nothing. No space, clothes, until are bodies were so woven together we can decipher who’s from who’s. I wanted to be one with her, after part of us beating together as one.

“I’m fine Ryder. Really.” Her hands flew up to my chest landing softly against the fabric of my shirt.

I can’t stop myself I have to have one taste. I have wanted to take it slow with her, but my insides were burning. I needed her like I needed air. There is no explanation for the way I am feeling.

My lips descended on hers fully. I can feel the apprehension in her, because it takes a second before she started kissing me back. Her lips were so soft, and succulent. I can’t get enough. I nipped at her bottom lip, begging, praying and pleading that she let me in.

When she does, I captured her tongue with my own drinking from her like I never have anyone else. Before I kissed just to kiss but with Kennedy it is so much more. I wanted to-no have to kiss her. My body hummed for her, and just when things were starting to get good she pulls away.

I let out protesting growl looking down at her with a hunger unknown to even me. All I can think in my mind is this girl is mine. I have finally found someone who wanted me for me. Someone I can tell all my secrets too.

“Slow down big guy…” She whispered for my ears alone. I can’t help the laugh that escaped me. It is husky and full of amusement. If she thought I is ever slowing down she is wrong. I will devour her every chance I got.

“Are you guys done making out?” Mimi butted in. Her comment is like cold water on the very perfect moment. I turned glaring at her. What is she doing here anyway? Jenna isn’t in site which doesn’t surprise me. Her and my brother were tighter than pb and j.

“Kissing isn’t making out. I have seen you do worse things with your tongue.” Okay, so I shouldn’t have said that but who cares. She ruined a moment that meant something to be.

Her eyes narrowed and she almost looks like a pissed off cat. “You want to see what I can do with my fist instead?”

I smiled slyly. She is all bark and no bite.

“Enough you two.” Kennedy said interrupted, clearly annoyed with both of us. She seemed more upbeat than before.

“Yeah Mimi, grow up.” I teased. Instead of responding she just stuck her tongue out at me. I am not sure any of us will ever grow up.

“We can go back to my place… If you want to?” I whispered to K. I wanted more than anything to get alone with her. To peel back the layers that she hid so well.

“I can’t. I have to help Mimi with something.” I watched her, and then swung my gaze over to Mimi. Whatever she is up to isn’t any good. I don’t really know if I wanted K getting caught up in that mess.

I am just about to ask Mimi is her sick plan is, when I very drunk, and very skimpy dressed Chelsea ran into me. How her red heal has snagged on my shoe I don’t know.

I take a step back, separating me and K, but putting much needed space between Chelsea and me. I can feel the disgust coming off Kennedy in waves. Her hate for Chelsea is something that I understood. I have the same exact hate for Sam.

“Ryder baby… Fuck me.” Her words were slurred, her makeup is smeared and it is only six in the evening. She must have been hitting the beer pong hard.

“No thank you.” I say politely well trying to distance myself from her more. I am not interested not in the least bit. She takes another step and it is like watching a train wreck ready to crash. Her fingers landed on my chest and I am about ten second from throwing her off of me.

“I want…”

“He doesn’t care what you want. Get off of him.” Kennedy growled. I almost laughed when I saw her face. Her nose is scrunched up, her eyebrows down. She looks more like baby kitten then a mean little Kennedy.

Chelsea swiveled on her unsteady feet to face Kennedy. “Excuse me…”