Zaryk Page 4

  She lets me go, straightens her apron, and chuckles. “Sorry, honey.”

  “Did you know a light is out on the sign?”

  She laughs. “Yes, yes, you know your father. He takes forever to fix anything.”

  “I’m going to go sit with Kendall. How about a couple cheeseburgers and fries made by the best chef in town?”

  “You got it, sweetheart.” She flutters off to the kitchen.

  I smile. Our mom is amazing. She’s a tiny little thing, with a temper that’ll scare the piss out of you. Once, she chased after the three of us with a giant wooden spoon because we broke her favorite vase while playing football in the house. The look on her face was terrifying.

  She and dad have been married for thirty years. They complete each other and it’s fun to watch them when they’re together. Whether it’s joking around or even arguing, you can see the love pouring out of them. I swear it’s rare to see them serious around each other. They’re always making each other laugh with their jokes. I remember following Dad into the kitchen and him stopping just to watch Mom as she danced around, singing off-key to “House of the Rising Sun” by The Animals. He had a goofy smile plastered on his face until she caught him and they both busted out in laughter.

  When I reach Kendall’s table she stands and hugs me. “You’re looking a bit rough today.”

  We sit across from each other. “Feeling a bit rough. That’s for sure.” I lean back in the booth, stretching my legs out. “I ordered us some food, that okay? Or did you eat already?”

  “That’s great, thank you.” She smiles sweetly. “I just got here about five minutes ago actually. Your mom greeted me loudly at the door.” Giggles erupt from her pink-glossed lips.

  “She’s very good at that, isn’t she?”

  I gaze into her big hazel eyes. She looks fucking amazing. The thought of her riding me has me, well, turned on. Lyndsay, a small voice in the back of my head repeats. Yeah, look where that got me. Only last night I didn’t want anyone else and now I’m ready to try anything that walks just to get Lyndsay out of my head. I need to let her go and the best way to do that is to move on. Hello sexy Kendall, goodbye love of my life, Lyndsay.

  I gaze into her eyes and Kendall cocks her head to the side. “What’s up?” she says, staring at my lips.

  “I’m sorry about ditching you like I did last night.” Keep looking at my mouth and I may eat you with it. God, what has losing Lyndsay done to me?

  “Aw, it’s okay. I know how you feel about Lyndsay; it’s clear in those gorgeous blue eyes of yours.”

  Our eyes never waver; they stay locked tight.

  My mom brings out the food and a couple of sodas, interrupting our stare down. “Thanks Mrs. H.” Kendall smiles up at her.

  “You’re welcome, sweetie. Now, if you guys need anything else, let me know. Kendall, you grew up into a beautiful young woman. That hair is gorgeous!” As I watch Kendall put her book in her purse I realize Mom is right; Kendall did grow up into a beautiful woman. She’s stunning. She may be just what I need to get Lyndsay off my mind. If Lynds hadn’t come out last night, I’m certain Kendall and I would have had some fun together.

  “That was some amazing news about Twisted Epiphany last night! You guys deserve to be noticed. It’s fun to watch you perform, Zaryk. You look hot up on stage.” A wicked smile forms on her lips.

  I want to kiss those lips so bad. I don’t even care if we have a one night stand. I want to fuck her senseless right now. After we finish eating I leave some cash on the table, give Mom a hug and tell her I’ll see her again soon. Kendall and I walk out into the warm, afternoon air.

  “So, some of my girlfriends and I are going to Riot tonight, do you want to come?” she asks, looking down at her feet.

  I tilt her chin up with my finger so I can look into those amazing eyes of hers. “What time do you want me there?”

  Her breathing speeds up a bit. “How does around nine sound?”

  “I’ll be there.”

  I have a deep longing to kiss her. If Lyndsay doesn’t want me then I need to move on and I feel this strong pull coming from Kendall. I want to fuck her and I want to fuck her bad. Her head tilts up and I lean in. I brush my lips against hers, but I hesitate.

  “I want to kiss you, Kendall,” I whisper against her soft, pink lips.

  “What’s stopping you, Zaryk?”

  That’s all the permission I need to devour her mouth with mine. I scoop my hands under her ass and pick her up. Her legs wrap around my waist and, still kissing her, I hurry us out of sight to the side of the building. Pinning her up against the brick wall, I grind my hardness into her warmth. My lips move to her neck and soft moans leave her mouth.

  I move a hand to one of her breasts and pinch the nipple through her shirt and bra. Her hands reach up and grab the back of my mohawk as I continue to lick and suck on her long, slender neck.

  “Oh god, Zaryk, you have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.”

  I lift my head to look at her face. “How about we go back to my place? I mean, I’d be okay with public screwing, but I prefer my soft bed.”

  “Yes, yes, yes,” she moans.

  Maybe this will help me forget about Lyndsay.

  ******

  Lyndsay

  I screwed up and lost my best friend, and a possible boyfriend; a good boyfriend too. I hate myself right now. I hate that I’m at work. The nice part is, as long as I’m near the desk, I can move wherever I want and read.

  I take a break from reading my book, sit back in the reading nook and watch out the window. I put a finger to my lips. I can still feel his touch. His lips were so soft and filled with need. My body quivers when I think back to his mouth being down there. Wonderful, now I’m horny. Just the thought of him touching me is making me wet. I lay my head back against the windowsill and sigh. I want his hands and lips on me so bad right now. But then I look out the window. He and that Kendall girl are running by and he’s holding her hand.

  Well, he moved on quickly. I didn’t expect that from him at all. My body goes completely limp as I watch them. They’re talking and laughing and he just looks so happy. I feel sick to my stomach. He doesn’t even look my way. I suppose he doesn’t care about me now that he has her.

  I move back into the chair, rest my elbows on the desk, and lean my forehead against my hands. How could I have been so stupid? I freaked out over my own guilt-ridden, scaredy-cat feelings and now he’s done with me. A single tear falls onto a page of the open book. God I want to go home. I thought picking up a shift would give me time to calm down and gather my thoughts. Instead I’m in hell. I can’t believe Zaryk thinks so little of me that he already has another girl on his arm. So much for our friendship. How could I ever think he saw me as more than that?

  I slump down into the chair and sigh.

  “Why such a long face?”

  My eyes dart up to a tall, athletic body standing in front of my desk. His dark brown eyes are assessing me and his messy, sandy blonde hair makes it look like he just rolled out of bed. I see a hint of a tattoo on the side of his neck. He’s quite handsome.

  “Um, can I help you with something?” My voice squeaks.

  He smiles and I instantly melt into a puddle of goo. Stop staring at him you freak. You don’t want to scare him off. I move some papers around on my desk and he chuckles.

  “My name is Corbin.” He holds his hand out. I notice how rough they are.

  I place my hand in his. “Lyndsay.” I say as he wraps his long fingers around my small hand. My body wakes up, and I find myself wanting to know more about this mysterious man. “What brings you into the library today?”

  He shoves his hands in his pockets and looks around. “I was hoping to find some sheet music for some classic rock songs. Would you happen to have any here?”

  “We do actually. Follow me. Do you play?” I ask as we approach a shelf filled with sheet music.

  “Guitar.” He looks closely at a book on the shelf,
then takes it out. It’s full of songs by The Beatles. My heart stops for a moment. They’re my favorite band. “This will do.” He flips through the pages, landing on “Day Tripper.”

  “That’s my favorite song by them,” I say, moving a little closer to him.

  Smiling, he tucks the book under his arm. “My band wants to do a cover of this for one of our gigs coming up. To be honest, I’ve never heard it.”

  My eyes widen. “You’ve never heard ‘Day Tripper’? How is that possible?” I giggle.

  “I grew up around country music.” He scrunches his face together. “Cute giggle by the way.”

  I freeze. Zaryk always told me how much he liked my giggle. To keep myself from tearing up, I pretend I’m looking for another book.

  “Was it something I said?” Corbin asks.

  My body straightens and I manage a smile. Zaryk moved on and maybe I should too. Corbin is very nice to look at, that’s for sure. He seems sweet too. And someone really needs to inform this guy about The Beatles. I laugh to myself.

  “No, I just had a rough beginning to my day. You’re cluelessness about The Beatles has amused me though.” I giggle again.

  His smile is breathtaking. “How about I take you to dinner and you tell me all about them.”

  “I’d love to.” Maybe I can forget about Zaryk after all.

  ~ Five ~

  Zaryk

  It seems to take an eternity to get back to the house. When we make it to the porch steps I can barely keep my hands off Kendall. We both stumble up the steps, kissing and touching each other. I push her up against the door and kiss her deep and hard. Her hands fist into my hair and she tugs, making me smile against her lips.

  “Mmmm, I love your hands,” she moans into my mouth. “But I bet I’ll love something else even more.” She reaches down and grabs my package.

  I pull back. “I’m going to fucking lose it if you keep talking like that.” I fumble for the door-knob and when the door opens we both topple into the house like a couple of drunks.

  We gain our composure and continue our make out session as I move her toward the stairs. I hear giggling from the girls behind me.

  “What the fuck? Is that Kendall?” Zayne says from the kitchen.

  “Hey Zayne! Hey Zayden!” Kendall says between kisses.

  Zayden and Zayne break out in laughter.

  “Go upstairs. Go.” I turn Kendall around and push her up the stairs. I flip my brothers off and chase after her.

  I had always thought Kendall was hot. She used to play street hockey with Zoey, Seth and me and we just generally hung out here and there when we were younger. Kendall lived in the house next to ours. When we four were together we would stir up all kinds of trouble. We were the ones who tracked mud through the house. After swimming in the pool we’d leave puddles of water all over the floor in the kitchen as we snacked on the junk food we weren’t allowed to have.

  I wonder what happened to Seth. He used to be one of our closest friends, then, on our eighteenth birthdays he suddenly said we were spoiled brats who got whatever they wanted. He said it after Mom and Dad had bought my brothers and me cars. They’d saved up for them for years. It’s not like they pulled the money straight out of their asses. Seth ended up getting involved with the wrong crowd and started snorting cocaine. He fucking despises us. He’s not worth my time anymore.

  “Which one is your room?”

  “Keep going, down to the end.” I place my hands on her hips and lean in to nibble on her ear. She falls back against me and exhales. I can’t keep my hands off of her. They cover both breasts and squeeze.

  We make it to my room and she goes inside. I stand in the hallway for a moment. The last time I fucked a chick in my room she freaked out. That is something I don’t want to deal with again. Kendall grabs a fistful of my shirt and yanks me inside. I slam my door shut and push her back onto my bed. “I’m going to assume you don’t like it nice and easy?”

  She grabs my shirt again and pulls me on top of her. “Baby, you can fuck me any way you’d like. Just put this,” she grabs me down there and I groan, “in this.” She reaches between her legs and cups her sweet pussy.

  I thrust myself against her and she moans loudly. My mouth collides with hers and our tongues find each other, mingling and tasting.

  She pushes me off her and I fall back onto the bed. I try to sit up, but she pushes me down again. Her fingers begin to work on my belt, then my jeans. She slides my pants and boxer briefs down. I am finally free and I sigh in relief.

  “Well, hello there!” She wraps her fingers around my shaft and tugs. I hiss through clenched teeth and thrust into her hand. “I can’t wait to feel this inside my tight … wet … pussy.” She strokes faster.

  “Dammit, Kendall.” My breathing is getting faster, heavier. “Don’t make me come in your hand.”

  That’s it. I throw her onto her back and she grabs a foil packet from her purse that’s sitting on the bed. Ripping it open, she ever so slowly rolls the condom onto me. I about collapse on her; it’s torture, beautiful torture.

  I center myself against her. “Rough or nice and easy, babe?”

  “Mmmm, enter me slow and then pound the fuck out of me, Zaryk.” She strips my shirt off. “God you’re sexy.” She runs her hands up and down my chest and abs.

  I slowly enter her. My eyes are on hers. Her head tilts back and her back arches off the bed. I lift her legs up over my shoulders and pull out slow.

  “Fuck me, Zaryk.” I plunge into her and she screams. “Fuck!”

  I thrust hard and deep. “Shit, Kendall, you’ve got an amazing pussy.”

  I pull out and she gasps. I flip her onto her stomach. My fingers glide over her tight ass, and a long breath escapes her lips. I bend down and skim the tip of my tongue up her spine and feel her body quiver.

  Pushing her hair to the side, I place soft kisses on the back of her neck as my hands reach under her and raise her lower body a smidge off the bed. I tease her with my cock and press it against her opening. My fingers find her clit and I flick it once. She grabs fistfuls of the bed sheets and moans loud.

  I spread the lips of her sweet pussy and enter the heat inside. “Ah, Zaryk,” she exhales.

  I swat her across the butt and her body shudders as I pump in and out of her. Her pussy starts to clench and she cries out in pure pleasure. I thrust hard and find my own release. I pull out and fall beside her.

  “Zaryk, Zaryk, Zaryk. Wow, wow, wow.” She rolls over onto her back, trying to catch her breath.

  I lift my head to look at her and she cups my face and kisses me. I prop myself up on my elbow, resting my head in my hand. I lightly touch her stomach with my fingers. “There’s something different about you, Kendall. What happened to the shy girl I grew up with?”

  She turns on her side to face me and props herself up on her elbow. “She left a long time ago. She grew up.” She smiles sweetly at me.

  “She grew up well.” I kiss the tip of her nose.

  “You know, I never told anyone, but I had a huge crush on you.” Her face turns red at her confession.

  “Really?” I can’t hide the surprise in my voice.

  She closes her big brown eyes. “You have no idea, Zaryk. I used to dream of the day you would ask me out, and we’d live happily ever after.”

  I lean in and kiss her deep and slow. When we part she searches my eyes, her brows push together. “What?” she asks.

  “I had a crush on you too.” I grin and wink at her.

  She growls like a wild animal and pushes me down, straddling me. Lyndsay who?

  ~ Six ~

  Zaryk

  Kendall ended up being the best thing that ever happened to me. She grounded me. I’ve stopped relying on alcohol ease my pain. I feel … good. I’m happy again. Nothing can go wrong. Well, except for the fact that Kendall’s moods have been a bit strange lately. I’m not sure what that’s all about, but I’ll stick by her through it. I’ve been under a lot of pressure to come u
p with some kickass melodies for the first album. Between that and the wedding plans, I’m about to lose my goddamn mind.

  I’m messing around with some new guitar melodies for a new song when a set of arms wrap around my shoulders from behind. A two-carat diamond ring glistens in the light. I take Kendall’s left hand and kiss the ring. When I look up at her and smile, she plants a sweet kiss on my lips.

  A year into our relationship I decided to pop the question. It was perfect. Warm weather. A sunset. The both of us lying on a blanket looking toward the lake. When I sat up and pulled the ring out of my pocket, she freaked out and launched herself on top of me. We came very close to giving the other park dwellers a show with a mature rating. I had never seen a smile that big on her face and I’ll never forget it.

  “How’s the music coming along?” she asks.

  “Ah, having some trouble nailing down the chorus. Everything I play just doesn’t jive right.” I sigh as I pluck a couple chords.

  Her hand covers my knee, sending a powerful electrical current to my groin. “Why don’t you take a break and we can go have some fun?”

  To be honest, I’m just not in the mood. The stress of the band’s new album is taking over and I’ve been thinking about Lyndsay again. I have to get her out of my mind. She’s never truly left it. There have been numerous times when I’ve wanted to contact her, but it just would have gotten me into trouble. I love Kendall, but I miss Lyndsay. I miss her laugh and our crazy conversations.

  I smile slightly. “Maybe later, okay? I really need to nail this so we can get recording.”

  She just stares at me, disappointment and confusion working their way across her normally happy face. “Fine.” Kendall stands and as she walks away she mutters, “The only thing you fucking care about is that damn guitar.”

  I run to her as she approaches the stairs. “Kendall.” I place my hands on her shoulders and turn her to face me. “You know how important it is for me to get this done, right? How else are we going to pay for the wedding? And you know I won’t let my parents help. I’m doing this for you … for us. I want to make sure you live the life you deserve.” My hands lightly travel down her arms and stop at her hands. I grip them and bring them both to my mouth and kiss the knuckles on each one.