Kissing Her(7)

The wine has her talking because she starts to tell me about her parents after that and how strict they are. The only reason she’s here tonight is because they’re out of town. I get to hear about how sheltered she is and how she wants to break free, but she has no idea how, and I decide that it was fortuitous that she ended up on that bench with me tonight.

We spend hours talking about her life even though she says there’s not much to it. I find every detail of it fascinating, and the way she makes me laugh is so strange. I’m not used to feeling happy next to someone, but Bee makes me feel warm on the inside. She’s so damn good and pure that I can’t help but feel that just by being beside her.

“Let me take you on a date.”

“Like a real date?” she asks, sitting up on the couch and tucking her feet under her. “Are you serious, Ragnar? That would be so special.”

She closes her eyes and it takes her a moment to open them again and I realize she really has never had a drink of alcohol before. One glass of wine and she’s three sheets to the wind.

I take her glass gently and set it on the table behind me. I take her hand in mine and then bring it to my mouth, brushing my lips across her knuckles.

“Yes, a real date. How about tomorrow night?”

“Yes,” she whispers, leaning in closer to me.

“I’ll pick you up around five? I know I’ll need to meet your parents before. But I’d like to bring you back here so you can let me play with you a little.”

Her eyes are glassy and I’m sure she won’t remember much of this tomorrow. I could kiss her now and probably more, but I want to save it for when she can recall every detail. But I’m serious about what I want, and that includes getting my hands on her.

“Tomorrow,” I say when I rub my thumb on her bottom lip and lean back to put some distance between us. “We can make it until tomorrow.”

“What about tonight?” she asks and then hiccups a little.

I have to hold back my laughter as she falls back on the small couch and struggles to keep her eyes open.

“Tonight, little Bee, I’m going to drive you home and tuck you into bed. Then I’m going to come back here and jerk off thinking about you until my hand cramps up too much for me to use it.”

“Mmm hmm,” she says, her eyes closing.

“But rest assured, you’ll be in my arms again very, very soon.”





Chapter Five





Bee





I rub my hand down my face as I try to clear the sleep out of my eyes. “Oh God.” Memories from last night hit me hard and fast and I fly up in bed and look around. I’m in my own bedroom and everything is as it was before.

Ragnar was real, wasn't he? Did I dream him up? I wrack my mind trying to remember how I got home. Small flashes of him driving me home in my own car flick through my mind as I hop out of bed. I rush over to my window and push back the curtain to see my car is parked outside. My stomach drops when I see my parents’ car is parked there, too. When did they get home?

“Look who’s up.” I spin around to see Melina standing in my bedroom doorway. She’s already perfectly dressed and ready to go somewhere. “Mom and Dad came home early.” She narrows her eyes at me. “Did you tell them I went out with Brandon?” She’s asking a question, but her tone is accusing as she steps into my room and closes the door behind her.

“No, of course not.” I did tell Ragnar, though, and it felt good to lay out all the things I keep in my head to someone else. Oh God, I think I told him my life story. I want to die of embarrassment, but I bet I never see him again anyway. He probably got me out of his home as fast as possible.

She stands there for a moment and I think she’s going to leave, but her eyes roam over me. “What are you wearing?”

I look down and see I’m in a white button-up shirt that I know is not mine. Ragnar must have done it, but how the hell is it on me?

“I got it from the thrift store. I thought it would be comfy to sleep in.” The lie pops out of my mouth way too easily.

“This is expensive.” She reaches out her fingers to touch the material. “The thrift store?”

Thank God she doesn't look at my face because I know I’m probably five colors of red right now. I can’t think of how I got this shirt on me to save my life. “You should let me have it. I’ll give it to Brandon.”

When it comes to clothes I normally don't give a crap because Melina is the one who’s picky. I take what I can get to cover myself. It’s hard sometimes to find something that fits my chest and then it’s never flattering on my waist, so I don’t even try anymore. This shirt, however, I don’t want to give it up. It’s mine until Ragnar asks for it back. He likely will if it cost as much as my sister thinks it did, but I have no idea what a man's shirt can cost.

“It would be too big for him.” I come up with the excuse thinking that Ragnar is a big man while Brandon is tall and lanky. Melina’s eyes snap up to mine.

“You’re not going to give it to me?” She sounds shocked.

“Can we talk about this later? It’s just a shirt.” I try to move past her, but she blocks my path. She’s more pissed that I’m not giving her what she wants than she is about the actual shirt. I know her.