Kyrah's POV"Wow!" I exclaim in disbelief, my eyes slightly wide. I don't know how he did it, but it's beautiful. Right at the back of the truck, there's an airbed matress, a couple of different colored pillows, blue, purple, orange, etc, and a large fuzzy blanket and all around the back of the truck, there are twinkle lights which he has now turned on."Do you like it?" he asks eagerly, pocketing his hands and pursing his lips. "Like it? I love it?" I squeak and hug him and he hugs me back.He heaves a sigh of relief and rakes his fingers through his hair. "Cool, hop in and let's watch the stars for a couple of minutes... or an hour or two maybe," he chuckles and grabs my waist then lifts me up on to the back of the truck. As I make myself comfortable under the blanket, he walks to the passenger seat and walks to the back with a pair of earphones and two drinks, a coke for him and mountain dew for me. I watch him as he gets under the blanket and when his thigh accidentally touches
He takes his earphones and plugs them into his phone and he hands it to me. He then takes one side of the earphones and wears it and I take the other one. He instructs me on what to do, so I switch his phone on and go to his music player and there's a playlist labeled, K.S.I swallow hard. Do those initials mean what I think?No, no, no. You're just tripping."Okay, so just play each of the songs and please, just listen carefully and don't ask questions yet." He bites his lip and I giggle as I click on the first song, Heaven by Kane Brown. I nearly squeak at the guys thick and deep masculine voice. The lyrics make me want to smile. I try to hold it in but honestly I just can't. I grin at Scott and he grins back. The song is so beautiful, with the chorus so catchy. I tap a finger on my thigh as I listen. 'Everybody's talking about heaven like they just can't wait to go...' the song plays and I smile. When the song ends, I play the next one which I love so much. Just a kiss by Lady A
Scott's POV I have been waiting for this moment for quite a long time. She's driving me crazier than before now that her body is plastered against mine. I can feel her warmth. I can taste her lips very well and she tastes of blueberry ice-cream right now. She's kissing me and I can't even believe it at all. I will definitely make her mine, all mine. My fingers dig deep into her hair slowly as my lips and tongue work their magic. The moment she sits on my bulging area, I flip and groan, pulling her closer to me and my hands go underneath her clothes. She took off the swim suit she was wearing earlier at a nearby changing room and now she's wearing nothing but the flannel shirt and no bra. No fucking bra! Fuck! Slowly, my hands find their way to her perky breasts and oh-my-fucking-goodness, they feel so soft, firm and her nipples are very erect. When I pinch them slightly, she moans my name. "Scott!" she whispers and something deep inside me flips. Fuck! I want her so bad, so
Kyrah's POVMy entire body is experiencing something I haven't felt before. Not with Ron, my first boyfriend and certainly not with Blake. My heart is beating at a staccato rhythm, and every time Scott kisses my forehead, there's a tingly feeling that flows all over my body, from my head to my toes. It's like he's just awakened something inside of me that I never knew I had. My lips, my hands, my legs... basically my entire body feels different. I feel like I'm looking at him for the very first time. The amount of emotion in his eyes makes him look different in an amazing way. The truth is... my knickers are certainly not okay. He made me wet the moment his lips locked with mine. I could feel it. I have never ever gotten aroused that fast by anyone. I was used to a little foreplay and instense touching here and there and then my poor knickers would suffer, but tonight, it was just a kiss. A deep, sweet and warm kiss made my entire body go haywire! It was all sizzling hot down at the
"Seems like Stone won't wipe that smile off his face any time soon," I tease and wait for him to speak and he chortles. "Because Bailey is the reason behind it, so Stone will smile for only God-knows-how-long," he says and squeezes my hand. "Are you warm enough?" he asks, his voice full of concern. "Mhmm, what about you?" I ask. "Don't worry about me, I feel hotter than a volcano with its lava boiling." He grins at me. If only he wasn't driving, I'd be up on his lap kissing him like crazy. But like he said, I should definitely take things slow. I don't want to rush things like I did with Blake. Plus, I really need to know what exactly it is that I feel. Mom always tells me to think carefully before getting into a relationship with anyone, but in Blake's case, I didn't think at all, I dived in, head first and the consequences came later. If it wasn't for Scott, I'd probably be dead right now, leaving my parents childless. Dad always says that good things take time, you don't just
Roxy's POVI'm woken up by my phone ringing and I groan as I reach across the bed to where it is. I fell asleep last night right after talking to Kye. He went back to work and I already miss him so much. He's been nothing but good to me. From the light streaming into my room, it's already morning. When I check the caller's name, it's Lilly. Why would Kye's sister be calling me this early, it's 7am for crying out loud. I hate waking up early. But it's okay, I might as well start my day already. "Lilly, hey," I croak as I roll on to my back on the bed, facing the ceiling. "Hey... Roxy, where are you right now?" she asks. "I'm at home, still in bed," I say while yawning lazily and scratching my thigh under the sheets. "Uhm... I don't know how to break it to you but... something extremely bad happened last night," she says. Immediately my eyes nearly pop out of their sockets as I lift myself and lean on to the headboard, my heart is already beating vigorously against my chest and m
"Are you sure no one else was brought in with Kyrah? Maybe check out the names or something? We need to know where Scott is," Vic says, roughly raking his fingers through his hair, taking deep breaths. "I'm sure, but I'll cross check the list of inpatients," Lilly says and walks away. I bite my lower lip so hard and curse out loud again. "Shit! Shit! Shit! Tell me this isn't happening. It's all too unbelievable. Kyrah is fighting for her life and we don't know where Scott is. What the fuck is happening? Everything was going so well, and then this! This happened and I really feel torn apart, I can't take it anymore, Vic. I just can't..." my words trail off as I fall on my knees and begin crying again. Vic kneels next to me and hugs me as I cry. Please, God. Don't let anything happen to my friends. I love them too much. After a few very frustrating minutes, dad walks into the reception and immediately, Lilly takes him to a room where he'll donate blood. We don't have time to waste,
I step out of the car and stand right next to the open door. "What are you two doing with Kyrah's car, huh? Did you steal it? Where is Kyrah? Where is she?!" he barks. He looks all pale and furious right now. "What do you mean? It's our car," I state. "It's not your car! I know that number plate offhead. Now tell me why the hell you have Kyrah's car!" he moves too close to Tim and my brother grits his teeth and his fists ball at his sides. "What's your problem buddy? She sold it to us, and there's nothing you can do about it, dipshit. Now move your damn car out of the fucking way assho–" before he finishes his words, Blake's fist rams into his eye. Blake pushes Tim to the ground and they begin fighting. I hate fights. I've never been in one but for my brother, I'll do anything. In two long strides I get to Blake and roughly push him off my brother and punch his face with all the strength in me and he passes out in nanoseconds. Shit! "Get up, Tim." I help my brother up, and I h
Moments later, we are walking to the parking lot and we find everyone waiting for us. Six different cars are parked and the big team is separated into pairs. A convoy! This is going to be fun. I say to myself inwardly. "Finally, you guys are here," Roxy says. "I was about to go back and eat thinking you guys weren't coming," she continues and we all laugh. I follow Scott towards a sleek black convertible and when we're in, everyone waits to know the way forward. Scott and his dad have been to this place several times, so he knows where we're going. Kye has also been here twice. "Alright guys, Kye will lead the way, everyone else will stay in the middle and I will be at the end. Okay? We're going to make a short stop over to buy some snacks and then continue with the journey. Let the convoy begin its journey," Scott announces and Kye starts his car. "Let's get going guys," Roxy yells and the rest of the cars follow behind closely. "I'm glad to be doing this with you, babe," I say
Life got back to normal. Things got even better. My relationship with Scott has been so beautiful. Maeve is organizing to have me get interviewed at Vogue Magazine, where she works. Sabrina has been an amazing artist and her work has been bringing in a lot of income at the gallery. Roxy and Kye have gotten even cuter together and I still find it hard to believe that Roxy changed. Her relationship with her dad is rock solid now. The twins still haven't found their soul mates yet, but I am sure they will. Vic and Wren are now the power couple of the group, I just love how those two look together. Scott's parents now live in harmony. They finally got back together and I still remember how excited Scott was when he broke the news to me. Everything has been going well for everyone and I am so grateful for that. A month later, all my friends and I have decided to go on vacation and no one has been left behind.Location? Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. This place has always been in my bucketlist
With his ocean blue eyes on me, he reaches out to the shower knob and turns it on. Warm water flows down on to us and he leans in to kiss my lips while cupping my face. I begin descending and just as I am about to hold his erect manhood, he stops me and lifts me up. Kisses me so passionately and says, "I wouldn't want the woman that I love to give me a fellatio. I respect you so much to let you do that."Wow! Did he just decline a blow job? I am surprised. He then turns me around and takes the shower gel and begins pouring it all over me, mostly on my breasts. He then presses his body on my back and at that moment, I feel his rock hard manhood pressed against my back and I moan. He then rubs all the shower gel all over my body and then his palms cup my breasts and he begins squeezing slowly, pinching my nipples every now and then and I moan and turn around to look at him. He has this grin on his face. "Let's finish taking a shower first, okay?" he asks and I pout and cross my arms
(WARNING! Sexual content is in this chapter and the next one too.) Life after that court day has been total bliss.It's been a month now and I have been all over trying to find myself a good job. I've had a couple of interviews but I still haven't gotten any reply. I just left a publishing company after a pretty intense interview that almost left me weak on my knees.As I drive back home, I can't wait to hug my one and only man. My muse. Scott Stone.God! I love that man with every fibre of my being. He's been so good to me that even every day feels like I'm dreaming.Thinking of him right now makes me want to step on the gas, but I know I don't want to be pulled over for over speeding, so I turn the radio on to calm myself.I still can't believe that I am with the man I have always dreamed of. The one who drives me crazy and makes me feel all giddy and warm inside. The one who stole my heart and the one whom I believe, was meant for me. I just love how my hand fits in his and how my
"Your Honor, as you have seen for yourself, the accused confessed that he indeed was responsible for the attempted murder of my clients Kyrah Bailey and Scott Stone. That's all, Your Honor," Mrs. Allen says and walks back to sit next to us and I huff out a breath. "Any further questions from the Defense?" the Judge asks Mr. Elliot. "None, Your Honor," he says. He already looks defeated. "Another ten minute recess and when we come back, we shall get to hear from the Jury and get the final verdict," he says and smacks the gavel against the sound block and walks away. Everyone sighs, it seems we were all holding our breaths. Blake has his face in his hands and no one from his family is even talking. They all look shocked. I'm sure none of them had any idea of what he had done. And if they did, then he probably didn't tell them what exactly happened. Ten minutes later, the session continues and we wait for the Judge to be seated and has the defense and defendant counsel stand. "Memb
"Miss Kyrah, what was your relationship with my client at that particular time?" he asks and I nearly roll my eyes but Mrs. Allen saves me from responding to the idiot. He's asking stupid questions. Idiot Elliot. "Objection, Your Honor!" she says, with a lot of confidence. "Sustained," the Judge says and she continues speaking and Elliot sits down. "During the first hearing, everything was made very clear that my client and the accused were in a relationship, but at the time of the accident, they had already broken up. Which leads to my question," she says and walks to stand in front of Blake. "Where were you during the night of the accident?" Silence. Blake is hesitating. His jaw is trembling and he's licking his dry lips. I bet a big lie is about to pop out of his mouth. "My son was at home with his mother, just the two of them–" Max Dawson begins and stands up but the judge silences him. "Silence in court, let the accused answer for himself," the Judge says, sending Blake's
Kyrah's POVWe just arrived in court and the way the Dawson family and relatives are looking at us, tells me that they are angry, maybe worried or even stressed. Carla keeps throwing glances at me. Her wet eyes begging me to do something. To even stop all of this but I can't. There's no turning back. I mean, what did Blake expect? The world to be full of happiness and roses for him when he had caused such a tragic thing to me and Scott? Hell no! They say whatever you do or say will always come back to you. Garbage in, garbage out. If he hadn't caused the accident, we wouldn't be here with his family glaring at me like I'm the one guilty of the crime. His grandparents are here, his father and other relatives I barely know. I can tell that this hearing is going to be a very heated one. I even carried a bottle of water with me. When everyone is inside the courtroom, the Bailiff then stands upright and faces our direction."All rise for the Honorable Judge, Ronald Bradshaw," he announce
"Excuse me?" I begin. "Is this your son, ma'am?" one asks my mom and she nods. She's frowning already. I don't know why, but I don't have a good feeling about this. "Blake Dawson, you are under arrest. You're being charged with attempted murder," the second officer says. "What?!" both dad and mom ask in unison as their jaws drop at the same time. This is the moment I never saw coming. I never expected this to happen to me. The first officer takes a step forward and reaches out to grab my arm but my dad steps in the way. "You're not taking my son anywhere without a warrant of arrest," dad says furiously. The second officer takes out a document and hands it to dad, who reads it together with mom. On my side, my entire body feels frozen, and my heart is beating at a very rapid speed. My armpits have already began sweating. Is the room spinning? I swallow dryly as dad stares at me and I wonder what he's thinking. "I'm afraid your son is going to have to come with us to the station
Blake's POVFor two days now, I haven't set foot out of the house, nor have I had any alcohol. I have been locking myself up in my room, only leaving to go get my meals and carry them back to my room.I've been thinking alot on what that sweet stranger told me the other day, and also considering what my mom said.I should move on and break this cycle that I am in. Always angry, drunk or having a massive hangover.When I walk into the kitchen, mom doesn't hear me, so when I clear my throat, it startles her and she jumps, nearly dropping the spatula she's holding. She's cooking scrambled eggs. I know those are mine, since she loves her eggs sunny side up."Morning," I say while I scratch my cheek and sit on a stool on the island.She looks surprised that I even spoke to her."Good morning, son. How are you feeling today?" she asks and goes ahead to serve the scarmbled eggs on to a blue plate and places it in front of me. Then she adds some toast and bacon to the plate and she places a g