Chapter 18

“Honey, we’re home” I chuckle as I park my bike in the front lawn and she laughs a little stumbling as she gets off the bike but gaining her balance quick.

I have to say, drunk Sparks… My favorite. She slowly pushes her hair back combing it with her fingers then raises her eyebrows at me expectedly.

“I got Ty back when I was in high school” I tell her “And damn the ladies loved him, he was a lady magnet after Hayls.”

“Hayls?” she mutters and my eyes widen when I realize I’ve said too much.

What the fuck was that, Alison?

“Mmh, yeah” I hum as I get off my bike, looking at it instead of her. “My… Ex thingy” I mutter hoping to put an end to this conversation.

No one likes to talk about her “Anyway, the ladies thought Ty was cool so they were all over the poor bike.”

“And?” she pushes and although I know she wants more information on Hayley, I play dumb.

“And they wanted to make out with me on the bike-” I shrug grinning when I see the frown on her face “I’d never say no; I was pretty fucked up back then” I sigh “The good old days.”

I can feel the painful betrayal like it all happened yesterday.

“You were fucked up more than now?” Sparks asks and I laugh.

“I’d like to think I’m doing better now” I nod.

“Okay, so, Mr. I don’t give a shit about girls’ feelings and I walk around spreading STDs was fucked up, cause of a girl?” she’s smiling, her eyebrows raised all the way to her hairline as we walk to the front door and I chuckle.

“Cute nickname.”

“Come on, answer me.”

“Hey… We’re not talking about that” as I said no one likes to talk about her. “We came here so I could introduce you to my source of life not talk about some whore.”

Or my suicide catalyst.

“Sounds like you’re still bitter about it” she points out and I glare at her “But I guess you’re right.” I open the front door to my messy, pot smelling house ignoring her annoying existence.

“Your house smells like a weed factory…” she cringes “You smoke a lot?”

Was there such a thing as a weed factory or smoking a lot?

“Not as much as I’d like to” I wink at her “Make yourself at home, you know what to do” I point the bean bags in the living room and walk to the kitchen to grab some beers. I wonder whether she’ll drink some more. I hope she does, I don’t want to be around fun sponge Sparks.

I wander into the kitchen and open the top cabinet removing three blunts from my stash that I stole from Aus. I tuck one between my lips and immediately light it, feeling like I can finally breathe right as I take a deep, long, exaggerated puff and blow out the excess together with the tension.

“Fuuuck” I sigh “So, you hungry Sparks?!” I yell taking another puff of the blunt as I wait for her answer looking around the kitchen.

“No, I’m good” she yells back.

“You sure?”

“Yeah…”

I open the refrigerator and take out five bottles of beer and an apple that I’m surprised hasn’t gone bad then walk back to the living room.

“What are we doing?” Sparks looks up at me as I place the bottles next to her and bite the apple.

“Getting away from this place” I answer.

I know a lot of escapes out of this world and take pride in that. Even if I don’t like how this coping mechanism came about.

I take another bite of the apple and look around the room for my headphones “Apple?” I offer and she snatches it from my hand playfully, reaching for one of the beers next to her and opening it right as I spot my headphones on the tv stand. Fuck I’m glad she’s drinking.

“There they are.”

“What?”

I head over and pick them up then pull a bean bag next to her and plop down.

“These” I wave the headphones around and take out my phone, plugging it in then re-lighting my joint. “You want?” It’s only polite to offer her weed but her face twists in disgust and she waves the smoke away with her hand.

“Noo, disgusting.”

“Well okay grandma” I shrug “put these on then” then offer her the headphones instead.

Sparks rolls her eyes muttering “Fucking revolting” and snatches them from my hand then pulls her hair back tucking it behind her ears before putting them on.

Damn. That attitude, even when it’s not necessary.

I scroll down my playlist and start her off with one of my favorites, pet cheetah… Slow, deep, had a delicious tune and rhythm… Everything I like in music.

I inhale the cannabis out of my joint, throwing my head back and blowing the smoke into the air. Maybe I’m already high but the thought of Sparks here, next to me makes me feel at peace and accomplished. It’s as if everything I’ll ever need in this world is right here in the room with me and I want to keep it that way. I want her close.

I look to my side at her and can’t hide my smile when our eyes meet. She’s grinning, her eyes slightly wide as she subtly nods to the music.

I won’t try to fake it tonight; I love this feeling.

Flame’s POV.

This ancient, new music flows into my ears and I try to decode the lyrics as the almost nostalgic tune carries me somewhere I’m sure Cain has been. Now we have a shared experience.

The song is not bad, though I don’t get most of the lyrics and the entire meaning of the song as some guy raps about having a cheetah down in his basement. This a hundred percent seems like something she’d listen to.

I look over at Cain and she’s completely in her zone, her head thrown back, puffing a lot of smoke coming from her mouth. I know I refused to smoke with her but all this passive smoking will surely get my somewhere. I wonder why she smokes…

As if on cue, she looks up at me and smiles adorably then one of her hands reach up and moves the headphones a little so she can speak to me.

“You like it?” she raises her eyebrows and I grin. It was adorable how excited she seemed. “Your smile is so pretty” she coos, dragging her words, then grabs one of the beer bottles from the floor and twists the cap taking a swig.

“It’s good… But I don’t get the lyrics.”

“Oh no, this is only the beginning, Sparks. Wait till you listen to Nico and the Niners… The lyrics are just too… Smart, they have layers and a whole lore” she explains deep in thought, pausing after almost every word then her smile widens “You can’t get them unless you’re high.”

She waves the joint close to my face again and I push her hand away.

“No thanks, I don’t do marijuana.”

“Mari… Mari- what?” she throws her head back in laughter. “Holy shit Sparks, who says that, you sound like my Chemistry teacher back in high school” she laughs harder then does a different tight voice “Marijuana.”

Everyone is so used to seeing the frowning, cocky, violent Cainine, they should see her right now. It might be the beer but she’s actually really pretty.

“Shut the fuck up” I laugh, a bit offended but finding her impression funny.

“No, you shut up… Marijuana” she mocks, chuckling harder and I look away chugging my beer then placing the headphones back in place.

Fucking irritating.
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I am down to my third bottle, Cain is down to her second joint, the blunt hanging lazily between her lips, as she puts her second bottle down. There’s loud laughter in the room as I question her and watch her be so passionate about this band.

“What does he mean east is up?” I laugh.

She coughs the smoke a little, then looks at me and starts explaining shit I don’t even get. It’s either I’m too wasted for this or it’s more complicated than she puts it out to be. I’m wasted; I’ve had a lot to drink tonight. Yeah, let’s stick with that.

But it’s still so refreshing to watch her talk, smile, and look so excited about something so I just nod and listen smiling when she smiles. This wasn’t the ordinary scowling and smirking Cainine, her face was lit up, eyes alive, and beautiful smile on her lips as she explained the lore of these songs.

“And who takes them there?” I lean closer to her, making strong eye contact, trying to challenge her.

“The bishops” she answers confidently closing her eyes in contentment and I bite my lower lip to hold back a grin.

“How do you know all this?” I ask. She speaks about the band history like she’s done mad research on them. It’s so bloody adorable.

“Well clearly… I’m obsessed with them” she shrugs.

“That is not healthy” I laugh.

“You’re not healthy…” she defends and I laugh harder. Stopping when she moves back a bit and pulls up her jumper off.

“It’s so fucking hot-” she mutters and throws the piece of cloth somewhere in the room. Sitting back quietly and giving me time to look at the creamy yet perfectly tanned skin of her exposed arm.

Yes, yes, I’m checking her out. I’m drunk, okay? And honestly, I’d never noticed how defined her jaw line was. It’s perfect from this angle, I want to touch it, trace it with my finger see if it could cut. My eyes trail down to her broad shoulders… So toned and perfect, I want to feel them under my palms.

My eyes finally get to her chest which I can’t see much of because she was still wearing a plain white t-shirt.

Why do I feel like I want it off? Is it wrong to want it off? I really want it off. I want it off.

“What do you want off?” she suddenly asks and I snap back to my senses.

Was I speaking out loud? Shit.

“N-nothing.”

“You know,” she leans back and smirks sounding smug suddenly “Life lesson Sparks, if you’re checking someone out and you don’t want them to notice, try being more discreet.”

“I was not” I look away.

“Yeah right. There is nothing wrong with checking me out Sparks… I don’t have a girlfriend” she scoffs a laugh.

“What about the one I met the other day?” I blurt recalling her red-head friend.

I knew the girl wasn’t her girlfriend, but I didn’t know who she was to her and I needed to know.

“Who? Tia?” she slurs, placing her now empty bottle back down and I hum. “No. She’s just a girl I use to get my mind off shit.”

“That’s not nice” I scowl at her poor wording.

“Hmm?” she raises her eyebrows looking like the confused drunk we both were.

“To use someone” I clarify.

“She’s okay with it” Cainine says then smiles suddenly “What? You want me to use you?” she jokes nodding my way.

“Yeah right…” I scoff and it’s abrupt but her smile disappears, her look turning dark suddenly causing a flutter in my tummy.

“Be honest Sparks” her tone is soft contradicting her gravelly voice as she tilts her head “Do you want me to use you?”

Of course, not. I was drunk but not that drunk… I think.

She leans forward, bringing her face close to mine, and I choke on a sound in my throat when I catch a whiff of her. She reeks of something intoxicating and it’s not the beer, something compelling and delicious, I absolutely hate the smell of marijuana but why does it smell so good on her?

“Use you to forget, take out my emotions” she mutters her breath kissing me and I bite my lower lip to hold back another sound. “To make myself feel good.” Fuck, things get sexual fast with her.

She tilts her head a little and before I know it, I feel her lips touch my ear, giving me a single soft kiss that makes me shudder. How embarrassing. “Lose myself in you” she whispers sending chills down my spine “Fuck you until you’re all that runs in my mind, hmm? Is that what you want, Sparks?” She utters my name in such a teasing way my mouth waters.

I hum and my eyes flutter shut, my mind already racing as I listen to her “I-I just… I’m drunk.” I want her when I’m drunk only to wake up with regrets and disgust for my poor self-control when I’m around her.

“I know” she moves back quickly and I open my eyes to look at her hating the sudden loss of heat. “You want me to stop?” she seems so unsure of her question, I feel an urge to console her. Cainine looks like the type who rarely required consent and just went for it. But she wanted to know how I felt, her eyes boring into mine. Did she actually care about my feelings or was I just super drunk? “Yeah?” she confirms and I look into her sincere, dark pretty eyes.

“I- I don’t know. It’s just that every time I do something with you, I feel like I’m making a mistake” I mutter being as sincere as her eyes looked. I know it sounded insulting, but maybe she’d back off or try and help me fix that feeling.

“Oh” she looks down at her lap and I feel my heart drop. Why do I feel disappointed that I ruined the moment? I didn’t even want it to begin with.

She’s quiet for a few second, the silence clawing at my eardrums before she looks up at me, a distant gleam in her eyes. “Then… Let’s make mistakes Sparks” she whispers never looking away from me and I sigh.

Where did that come from?

I don’t like what I’m about to do, but her eyes look so sincere and I know my words were offensive in some type of way but she didn’t stop wanting me. At least not at the moment as she grabs me by the neck and pulls me to her, our lips locking immediately.

I’ll deal with me tomorrow.

She tackles me and we both fall on the carpeted floor. Me on my back and her on top of me as her tongue slips in my mouth doing tasting and teasing me before she does that mouth fucking thing that always gets me for some reason. I can feel my body twitching and shuddering under her with need.

Now I don’t know whether it’s the beer, or my lack of proper experience with women that gives me immense courage. So immense that I flip us over and straddled her.

If it was going to happen at least it will be my way, I try to encourage myself and rid of the guilt I was already feeling. I sigh into her mouth deepening the kiss, giving oxygen the middle finger as I grind myself against her feeding my need.

I finally break off the kiss, groaning, and flipping my hair to one side. I needed everything out of my way. If I was going to feel regret tomorrow then it might as well be for something big and worth it.

I adjust myself on top of her and bury my head in her neck, fully and without shame inhaling her before placing a soft open-mouthed kiss there feeling her shiver beneath me making me so smug.

Cainine’s POV.

No woman and I mean, no woman has ever done this. No woman has ever kissed me like this. No woman has ever paid attention… This much attention to me. I was in a weird state of being extremely stunned and above turned on. I’m frozen in place allowing her to shower me with kisses and moan in my ear. This was fucking delicious.

I feel her wet, warm tongue trail its way up my neck and gasp, chills spreading all over my skin. Why the fuck I was letting her do all this to me? I don’t know. I’m against accepting any form of touch and affection because it always feels suffocating and raises my guards, but this feels kind of good.

Sparks is sucking a hickey at the nape of my neck and I grip her thighs my breath hitching and eyes fluttering shut. This felt way too good.

I feel her hand gently tracing my arm, feeling on me like I’m delicate, and I can’t explain what I feel but my heart swells and I get turned on even more. But weirdly not the usual type where I want to give pleasure, this was different… I wanted her to touch me. Fuck. She moves up a bit and runs her tongue over the outer the shell of my ear and quietly moans.

“Howwly shiit” I moan, tensing up, my eyes widening and I almost choke at the sudden surge of electricity that shot up my body.

I push her back a little finally finding the strength to move. “D-don’t… Do not-” I’m speechless, panting, confused, and my left palm is now stinging with that familiar pain of sexual frustration.

“I’m sorry, did I do something wrong?” she moves to get up but I pull her back down to straddle me as I try to catch a breath. It wasn’t her fault; I was unfamiliar with my body.

“No, you did nothing wrong” I assure her “I just don’t like being touched like most people do.”

The room is a bit dark but I can see her eyebrows raise and her frown. I chuckle; man was I high. Maybe that’s why I felt what I felt? The shivers, the electricity, the desperation.

“You don’t?” she sounds confused.

“Yeah, I just-” I search for words “I’m not comfortable with physical touch” I shrug. I never had to tell any woman this because none of them ever tried anything, I didn’t even give them room to.

“Ooh, I get it” she slowly nods. I don’t think she does.

“Yeahh…” I smile. “I do know how to give it though” I wink at her.

“Of course you do” she rolls her eyes looking away.

“Let me give it to you…” I whisper and pull her a little close to me so I can have access to the whole of her but she suddenly gasps her eyes widening.

“Why is there a bulge in your pants? Is that a-” she smiles and I grin right back.

“Yeah, you like that?”

I had big plans for tonight, I didn’t think it would involve her but hey, I’m lucky. Or maybe I’m hallucinating, it would explain the foreign feelings.

Moral of the story, it’s always wise to pack when you’re going to parties. You’re welcome.

It takes a few seconds but she nods shyly and I pull her to me so I can taste those edible lips, my hands sneaking under her t-shirt. And I almost rip her bra off but manage to pull it up a little so I can brush my fingertips against her hard nipples.

I tease her, pinching and twisting her nipple gently between my fingers and she moans in my mouth. I can feel the lust radiating from her… The need. My heart starts racing as I notice her moving, grinding, and slowly rubbing herself against the bulge in my pants.

She stops kissing me and adjusts herself on top of me throwing her head back as she lets out a teasing moan grinding sensually against the strap on that’s still in my pants.

“Oh, fuck yeah-” I wince watching as she takes on the perfect rhythm, eyes closed, hair flowing behind her.

Damn, I’ll be so fucking pissed if this is just a hallucination.

“Mmhm” she hums, holding on to my shoulders with a tight grip. I have to be hallucinating.

This is unlike all experiences I’ve had. All the women I’ve had just sit and wait for me to do them. But fuck this woman is a go-getter, she doesn’t ask for shit, she goes ahead and takes it. And she takes sit so fucking well.

My hands drop from her tits and I grab her by the ass squeezing her as I help her with her slow movements.

“You love teasing yourself, don’t you?” I’m panting.

She wasn’t just teasing herself; she was teasing me.

She moans in response and my palm is now aching. I needed to fuck; I could feel my body shuddering as she loses her mind too and starts grinding faster almost bouncing on me now.

“Holy hell…” I was in complete awe.

Where had this been all my life? She makes all the other experiences seem like a freaking joke… She moans again a desperate, needy, slutty, and sexy one that I could hear over and over and over again.

“Cai- Cainine-” she breathes.

“Talk to me, Sparks” I sound so desperate.

“I… I-” she couldn’t articulate her words, but I could read her mind. I knew what she wanted, I wanted it too. So bad.

“You want me to help you with that?” I confirm my voice strained. Ooh how bad I wanted to taste her. Devour the fuck out of her until my tongue was numb.

“Yesss” Sparks hisses. Holy fuck, I should be giving her beer more often.

“Fuck, come here” I’m panting as I pull her in for another kiss.

…And then there’s a loud knock. I wasn’t expecting anyone, in fact, no one knew I lived here so the knock didn’t startle or alarm me.

I flip us over so I’m on top of Sparks where I belong and bury my face in her neck, but there’s another knock.

“Is that important?” she pants.

“No, just ignore it, whoever it is will get tired and leave. This is important.”

I trail open-mouthed kisses all over her neck and she lets out silent encouraging moans that make me moan, my hands feeling on her curves like I’ve always dreamt of doing.

We are so caught up in the moment we don’t even hear the door click open or the footsteps approaching us. The next thing I hear is a deep silent voice that always sends shivers down my spine.

“Well, well, well.”

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The end. That’s why it’s long af.

Re-editing me here, I changed the cover today, then it got taken down so I changed it again, and umm yeah it did not get taken down so that’s good I guess. Vote, freaking comment and yeah.. the chapters shall come flowing…