This Regret
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She smiles small and runs her hand over the bar above her. “Nothing is wrong with you. Everyone handles grief in different ways and you just had a hard time finding the best way for you. Kellan was a big part of Adric’s life, of course he’s able to ease some of that pain you’re feeling. As much as I hate to say it, because I’m afraid of him hurting you, your brother would be so happy to see you two finding your way together. Just be careful. It’s never safe having two brothers want you. It always leaves one getting hurt and not to mention, yourself.”
A knot forms in my stomach as I remember Kellan’s words. Kellan doesn’t want me. At least not like I want him. He had sexual needs he took care of and that’s all it was. He’s probably planning his trip back to wherever he came from as we speak. Maybe that’s for the best. That way no one has to hurt, except me. “That’s the thing. Kellan doesn’t want me. Not like that at least.” I breathe. “We just had a little fun and that’s all it was. It’s over now. An act of-”
Jen turns all the way around so her knees are facing me now. She holds her arm up in front of her and her eyes widen. “Whoa, whoa wait. Back that up a minute, girlie.” Her eyes turn curious as she stifles a smile. “What kind of fun are we talking about here? Like sex on a pool table fun, or pin the tail on the donkey kind of fun?”
My face flushes a deep shade of red as I realize what I just let slip. Shit! I can’t keep this a secret now. Besides, I’m sure Kade will be quick to spread the news due to his hate and anger anyhow. She might as well hear it from me first. “We had sex,” I say barely loud enough for her to hear. “On the roof of his tattoo shop.”
I’m not the only one blushing now. Her whole face is red and her hand is working fast to fan her face off. “Oh my goodness. You lucky bitch,” she screams. “I can’t breathe and I’m not even the one that had sex with him. What is that saying? That sounds hot. The roof? It was good wasn’t it? Wait, don’t even tell me. It just has to be, right? Look at the boy. He's a walking orgasm. All a girl has to do is look at him and she gets her rocks off.”
I can’t help but to laugh as I watch her squirming in her seat, wiping at her sweaty forehead. I don’t blame her. It’s hot as hell out here and so is Kellan. It’s bound to make anyone sweat. He is sex on a stick and he has the power to make any girl give in to his every want and need. That’s what worries me. “I’m going to keep that my little secret, but I think you can guess for yourself.” I smirk, making her shake her head and bite down on her lip. “Do I need to get your vibrator? I’ll give you a little private time with your girlie bits if you need it. I don’t mind.”
We both burst out laughing and it feels good to let it all out. We haven’t laughed like this in years. Not since before she got with Nate. He’s kind of ruined everything over the last couple years. It make me despise him.
Once the laughter stops and we catch our breath, her face takes on a serious look. “I think Nate found the vibrator. When I went grocery shopping this morning, I noticed the plastic looked a little torn as if someone was trying to take it out and mess with it. He’s going to be pissed if he found it, Phoenix. He already complains about our sex life or the lack of, should I say. This is going to be like a blow to the face to him.”
Rolling my eyes, I throw my legs up and cross them over her lap. “He doesn’t deserve to get laid. He needs a good wake up call, Jen. Maybe what he needs is a blow to the face.” I smile mischievously and raise an eyebrow as I pop my knuckles for show. “I’d be happy to knock some sense into him.”
Both of our heads jolt up as we hear the sound of screeching tires. Just lovely.
Speaking of the devil, here he is now. Of course, he would have the worse timing. He always does. Everything about him is just bad. A bad seed is what he is. Just when we were letting loose and enjoying each other’s company.
His rusted up Jeep comes to a screeching halt at the end of the driveway and then the driver side door swings open to an angry looking Nate.
“Oh crap! I think you should go.” Jen pushes my legs down, jumps to her feet in a panic, and grabs my arm, pulling me up to mine. “I know you’re going to be hard headed, but don’t. Trust me, I’ll call you later.”
I watch her, watching him and the fear is visible in her eyes, making her whole body tense up as he stumbles out of the Jeep almost falling to his face in the grass. The ass**le is clearly drunk and it’s barely two in the afternoon, not to mention he's driving! The selfish ass**le could kill someone. I wish he had fallen on his face. I would have paid to see that crap. What is with this dip-shit anyways? I have no idea what she’s ever seen in him.
Leaning into her ear, I whisper, “I don’t think so. He’s drunk and he looks like he’s about to hold up a bank or some shit. I’m not going anywhere so don’t even try that crap with me.”
Slamming the door behind him, he takes long strides though the grass, stops in front of us, and tilts his head to the side, tossing his cigarette down beside him. “What the f**k Jen? Don’t you have cleaning or some shit to do?” He twists his foot into the cigarette, putting it out as he exhales the smoke. “Get your ass inside and say goodbye to your friend. I told you I don't want people over at my house unless I give you permission.”
“Excuse me?” I ask, being sure my ears heard him correctly. Jen takes a step back as if she’s about to obey his command, but I reach out grabbing her arm to stop her. Who does this son of a bitch think he is talking to her that way? I always knew there was something off about him. Damn psycho, douche bag. “I don’t know what makes you think you have the right to speak to her that way, but if I were you . . . I’d leave. You’ve clearly had too much to drink and it’s clouding your judgment.”
He looks at me in silence as he takes a step onto the first step, challenging me. He looks possessed as if this is the kind of thing that turns him on; belittling women. Laughing, he rubs his hand over his freshly shaven head and wriggles his brows at me. “Is that right?” He looks past me at Jen and smiles. “What do you say, Jen? Do you want me out of here?”
He takes another step so he’s on the second step now, causing me to instinctively throw my arm up and grab onto the porch post, separating the two before he gets too close. Jax is right inside that house and I refuse to leave him alone with the two of them.
A knot forms in my stomach as I remember Kellan’s words. Kellan doesn’t want me. At least not like I want him. He had sexual needs he took care of and that’s all it was. He’s probably planning his trip back to wherever he came from as we speak. Maybe that’s for the best. That way no one has to hurt, except me. “That’s the thing. Kellan doesn’t want me. Not like that at least.” I breathe. “We just had a little fun and that’s all it was. It’s over now. An act of-”
Jen turns all the way around so her knees are facing me now. She holds her arm up in front of her and her eyes widen. “Whoa, whoa wait. Back that up a minute, girlie.” Her eyes turn curious as she stifles a smile. “What kind of fun are we talking about here? Like sex on a pool table fun, or pin the tail on the donkey kind of fun?”
My face flushes a deep shade of red as I realize what I just let slip. Shit! I can’t keep this a secret now. Besides, I’m sure Kade will be quick to spread the news due to his hate and anger anyhow. She might as well hear it from me first. “We had sex,” I say barely loud enough for her to hear. “On the roof of his tattoo shop.”
I’m not the only one blushing now. Her whole face is red and her hand is working fast to fan her face off. “Oh my goodness. You lucky bitch,” she screams. “I can’t breathe and I’m not even the one that had sex with him. What is that saying? That sounds hot. The roof? It was good wasn’t it? Wait, don’t even tell me. It just has to be, right? Look at the boy. He's a walking orgasm. All a girl has to do is look at him and she gets her rocks off.”
I can’t help but to laugh as I watch her squirming in her seat, wiping at her sweaty forehead. I don’t blame her. It’s hot as hell out here and so is Kellan. It’s bound to make anyone sweat. He is sex on a stick and he has the power to make any girl give in to his every want and need. That’s what worries me. “I’m going to keep that my little secret, but I think you can guess for yourself.” I smirk, making her shake her head and bite down on her lip. “Do I need to get your vibrator? I’ll give you a little private time with your girlie bits if you need it. I don’t mind.”
We both burst out laughing and it feels good to let it all out. We haven’t laughed like this in years. Not since before she got with Nate. He’s kind of ruined everything over the last couple years. It make me despise him.
Once the laughter stops and we catch our breath, her face takes on a serious look. “I think Nate found the vibrator. When I went grocery shopping this morning, I noticed the plastic looked a little torn as if someone was trying to take it out and mess with it. He’s going to be pissed if he found it, Phoenix. He already complains about our sex life or the lack of, should I say. This is going to be like a blow to the face to him.”
Rolling my eyes, I throw my legs up and cross them over her lap. “He doesn’t deserve to get laid. He needs a good wake up call, Jen. Maybe what he needs is a blow to the face.” I smile mischievously and raise an eyebrow as I pop my knuckles for show. “I’d be happy to knock some sense into him.”
Both of our heads jolt up as we hear the sound of screeching tires. Just lovely.
Speaking of the devil, here he is now. Of course, he would have the worse timing. He always does. Everything about him is just bad. A bad seed is what he is. Just when we were letting loose and enjoying each other’s company.
His rusted up Jeep comes to a screeching halt at the end of the driveway and then the driver side door swings open to an angry looking Nate.
“Oh crap! I think you should go.” Jen pushes my legs down, jumps to her feet in a panic, and grabs my arm, pulling me up to mine. “I know you’re going to be hard headed, but don’t. Trust me, I’ll call you later.”
I watch her, watching him and the fear is visible in her eyes, making her whole body tense up as he stumbles out of the Jeep almost falling to his face in the grass. The ass**le is clearly drunk and it’s barely two in the afternoon, not to mention he's driving! The selfish ass**le could kill someone. I wish he had fallen on his face. I would have paid to see that crap. What is with this dip-shit anyways? I have no idea what she’s ever seen in him.
Leaning into her ear, I whisper, “I don’t think so. He’s drunk and he looks like he’s about to hold up a bank or some shit. I’m not going anywhere so don’t even try that crap with me.”
Slamming the door behind him, he takes long strides though the grass, stops in front of us, and tilts his head to the side, tossing his cigarette down beside him. “What the f**k Jen? Don’t you have cleaning or some shit to do?” He twists his foot into the cigarette, putting it out as he exhales the smoke. “Get your ass inside and say goodbye to your friend. I told you I don't want people over at my house unless I give you permission.”
“Excuse me?” I ask, being sure my ears heard him correctly. Jen takes a step back as if she’s about to obey his command, but I reach out grabbing her arm to stop her. Who does this son of a bitch think he is talking to her that way? I always knew there was something off about him. Damn psycho, douche bag. “I don’t know what makes you think you have the right to speak to her that way, but if I were you . . . I’d leave. You’ve clearly had too much to drink and it’s clouding your judgment.”
He looks at me in silence as he takes a step onto the first step, challenging me. He looks possessed as if this is the kind of thing that turns him on; belittling women. Laughing, he rubs his hand over his freshly shaven head and wriggles his brows at me. “Is that right?” He looks past me at Jen and smiles. “What do you say, Jen? Do you want me out of here?”
He takes another step so he’s on the second step now, causing me to instinctively throw my arm up and grab onto the porch post, separating the two before he gets too close. Jax is right inside that house and I refuse to leave him alone with the two of them.
