Break My Fall(8)

“I said enjoy yourself, but Kyle? Aside from the fact that he is your roommate and that’s all shades of messed up the guy is beyond complicated. What were you thinking?” Cam asked as she slouched beside me. I had no answer for her. I had no answer for myself. My mind was frozen on the fact that Cam had said the sex god was Kyle. Oh my god, I had just made out with my roommate.

Cam stared at me for a while longer and then shook her head. “Stay away from him Lee. He has some weird thing going on with that nasty bitch. Girls like you aren’t cut out for guys like him. We’ll talk about this later.” With that, she turned and headed back outside.

Girls like me?

What was that supposed that mean? Was I that so plain that a guy like Kyle couldn’t be interested in me? Yeah sure, I wasn’t tall or as skinny as Cam and the redhead, but dammit I wasn’t ugly. I needed to get out of here.

I slid off the counter and made my through the crowded hallway on shaky legs. I climbed the staircase quickly, silently praying my bedroom was now vacant. If not, I was grabbing a pillow and sleeping in the damn bathroom, the guests could pee in the street for all I cared. Voices in the upstairs landing halted me in my tracks.

“Don’t ‘Rachel’ me Kyle Carter, who the fuck is she?” A female voice all but screamed.

I stopped at the mention of his name and listened.

“She just moved in Rachel. She’s a friend of Camryn’s from down south. Fuck, why am I explaining myself to you? Her being here has nothing to do with me.” I heard him answer. Oh my god, was she his girlfriend? Did I just make out with another girl’s boyfriend?

“Because you promised me Kyle, you swore to me after everything that happened. You owe me.” What the hell was going on in this place? What happened last time and what did he owe her?

“And I will keep that promise. Rachel she is nothing to me, but don’t pretend that you own me sweetheart, because until that day comes I’m a free man,” Kyle said, enunciating the word ‘nothing,’ clearly.

I didn’t want to hear anymore. I climbed the rest of the steps. Kyle and the redhead were standing close together and both turned to face me. I blushed when I met their surprised gazes. “Excuse me,” I muttered as I brushed passed them and half ran to my bedroom door.

I opened the door relieved to find it dark and empty. I dared one last peek back at the pair who were now entering the bedroom next to mine. I guess that’s what Cam meant by ‘traffic.’ He wasn’t a pothead; he was a bed-hopper.

“Keep walking little girl,” Rachel spat as stormed into his bedroom. I blushed and my eyes met Kyle’s. He was standing at his bedroom door, looking at me curiously. I tore my eyes away from his and darted inside my room.

Locking my door, I climbed fully clothed into my bed, but sleep never came, not with the loud moans coming from the room next door.





Kyle





“You better mean it Kyle I’m not messing around. You know the rules,” Rachel huffed, storming into my room. She stripped off her scrap of a dress and my stomach churned. It always happened when I saw that scar on her stomach. I cringed. Of course, I fucking meant what I said. I wasn’t the type of man who broke promises. Rachel Grayson had my balls nailed to the wall. I was trapped and she knew it, but I’d be damned if I’d regret kissing little miss titties.

Jesus, I was rock hard still thinking about her. Yeah, I knew the rules and so did Rachel. I fucked who I wanted and so did she. It wasn’t an exclusive arrangement so why did it bother her when I kissed Lee? The taste of her was still in my mouth and even the sound of her name in my head made me horny, but the hurt look in her eyes in the hallway made my stomach flip.

Fuck.

Why did that even concern me? I was like a robot. I didn’t feel things for girls other than wanting to get them naked. I’d closed off those emotions years ago when I experienced first-hand the way women really worked. But her sad face… Shit, I was getting soft. God, she was beautiful, but young, too young for the likes of me. Why did she look so sad? She didn’t know me and if she did she wouldn’t want to. I was a waster, a fucking genius with numbers and figures, but I hurt anyone who got too close to me. It was a supreme talent of mine, just look at the girl standing in front of me now. I shuddered when I thought of all the ways I had hurt her. Things I could never fix.

“I’m here with you aren’t I?” I muttered.

Rachel walked over to face me resting her hands on my hips. “Are you? Are you really here with me Kyle?”

I pulled my shirt over my head. “Yeah.” I pulled her into my arms. “I am.”