The Perfect Spiral (by Ashley Constantine) novel Chapter 18

Next Chapter

j

“Honey, I’m home!” Andy’s voice echoed through the kitchen, followed by her infectious giggle and a low chuckle from Kyle. I could hear him shushing her, his voice a soft murmur.

“Come here, don’t wake…her up.” Kyle’s voice trailed off, and I found myself straining to hear more. Were they making out? No, surely not. I lifted my head from the pillow, trying to catch any hint of what was happening.

Silence.

What were they doing out there? “Mmmm, I had a lot of fun tonight,” Andy’s voice was flirtatious, unmistakable.

“Why don’t we continue the fun, baby? I’ve been dying to take this dress off you the entire night.” The sound of footsteps moving towards Andy’s room and the door closing behind them made my heart sink.

Oh hell no! They’re not! Please tell me they’re not about to sleep together? I’m not mentally prepared for that! The sound of their kissing echoed through the air vent connecting our rooms.

This is a living nightmare!

After a few moments, all I could hear was the sound of their kisses. Maybe they’re too drunk to do anything else?

I convinced myself they wouldn’t go any further and settled back into my pillow, ready to drift back to sleep. The sound of their kissing was nauseating, but it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. I found myself thanking the heavens that Andy wasn’t sleeping with my brother-

“Oh, fuck, Andy!” Kyle’s voice shattered my thoughts.

Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew!

I lay there in bed, Knox beside me, fast asleep. I was jealous that he wasn’t hearing what I was hearing right now.

“Let me taste you, baby! I’ve been dying to taste you since Savannah,” Kyle’s voice was seductive, and I felt my stomach churn.

“I taste fucking delicious, Kyle,” Andy’s voice was confident, taking things up a notch. I really didn’t need to hear this. This was too much.

By all means, do it WHEN I’M NOT LISTENING!

“You’re so sexy when you talk like that, baby! I’m going to make you cum so hard you’ll want me over and over again!”

“Oh… shit, Kyle… That’s so…. hot…. mmmm… yes!”

“You’re right, baby, you taste so fucking good! I’m so glad I saved you for dessert!”

“Oh! Kyle! Yes! Right there, baby, right there!” Andy’s voice was filled with pleasure.

Fuck my life!

“You have got to be shitting me right now!” I cried out, feeling Knox stir beside me. He wrapped his arms around me tighter, pulling me closer to his body.

“What’s up, baby doll?” he asked, his voice sleepy and sexy.

No, no! Let’s not think about that now, Alex!

“Well-”

“FUCK ME, Kyle! Lick me real good! Ohhhh!” Andy’s moans were getting louder. Knox’s eyes snapped open, looking at me in shock. “What the? Are they?”

I nodded before he could finish his sentence.

“Mmm, that’s right, baby, scream my name! Grind your hips like you did tonight. Fuck, Andy, you’re soaking wet right now,” Kyle’s voice was filled with arousal.

Oh god, I think I’m going to vomit.

“What the fuck! Jesus Christ! I think I’m going to be sick!”

“You’re telling me! I think I’m dying right now! It’s not your brother licking your best friend dry!”

Knox chuckled at my dramatic statement. I was glad he could find humor in this because I was officially scarred for life.

It’s like that moment when you’re a kid and walk in on your parents having sex. You can’t unsee it. This was one of those moments, except you can’t unhear it.

“Oh, fuck, Kyle! I’m so close, YES!”

“Tell me when you’re near, baby, I wanna make you explode.”

“Fuck! I’m going to cum, Kyle.”

“Not yet, baby, hold it out a little longer, I promise you’ll love it.”

I looked at Knox, who was staring at me with wide eyes. “What do we do! I don’t want to hear her cumming!” he asked, panic in his

voice.

“KYLE! I can’t take it! I’m CUMMING! FUUUUCK! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Baby, don’t stop! Don’t… stop! Ahhhhhhh!”

Hearing her panting, knowing she had just climaxed all over Kyle, was enough to make me run to the bathroom and dry-heave. “Too late!” I screamed, my hand covering my mouth.

Knox was right behind me, rubbing my back as I bent over the toilet bowl. He sat on the cold tiled floor with me, whispering soothing words.

“To be honest, I’m glad you’re having this reaction. I’d be a little creeped out if you were getting turned on by them,” he said, a lopsided grin on his face and his hair tousled from sleep.

Not the time, Knox! I smiled back at him, resting my head on my hands on top of the toilet seat.

“Of course you’d think of that! You should know what does and does not turn a girl on, Mr. Player,” I said, smiling at the double meaning. He caught on to it too.

Knox sighed, his brow furrowing in frustration. “I’m not a player, Alex. Please stop thinking of me like that!”

He continued to rub my back, scooting closer until his legs surrounded me on the floor. His cheek rested against my back, and I could feel his gaze on me from the corner of my eye.

He was so close.

I kept my gaze fixed on the door, staring into the darkness of my bedroom, refusing to meet his eyes. My surfboard leaned against the wall, tattered and worn.

“Your board?” he whispered. I nodded, still not looking at him.

“Pop got it for me. I have three, but this is the one I mainly use. The others are old, not as good. I think I need a new one and hang this one up on my wall. But I haven’t had the time to get a new one. And now I’m realizing I sound like a spoiled brat,” I chuckled softly. The silence that followed was comforting.

I remembered the good times I’ve had with my board, and the bad times too. But I associate it with my grandad, so I usually keep the good memories tied to it.

We stayed like that for a while, the silence enveloping us. Thank God they’re finished! I couldn’t stomach another moan or pant—

“Yes, Andy! Just like that, baby!” Groaning out loud, I reached over Knox and slammed the door shut. I could slightly put up with hearing Andy moan because she does it a lot every time we go out!

But Kyle? Fuck no! I didn’t want to hear any of that shit! Settling back into my position, I scooted a little closer to Knox for comfort.

“I think they’re going to be like that for a while, baby doll,” he laughed at my reaction.

I sat there, wide-eyed, staring at the door again, completely dazed. His voice was soothing, but not enough to pull me out of my trance.

“You feeling alright, baby doll? You look a little pale. You want me to get you some water?” He started to get up, but I grabbed his arm and pulled him back down to the floor.

He moved closer, his arms on either side of me, his hands rubbing up and down my arms.

“Don’t you dare open that door. I’m not hearing another word from those two! My stomach can’t take it, especially with the alcohol in my system. How can they-it’s like-”

I rested my forehead on his chest, taking deep breaths to calm my stomach. Why here? Couldn’t they do that in his hotel room?

“Like what, baby doll?” Knox whispered against my back. I felt his hot breath through my clothing.

“It’s like Kyle hearing…” Oh God, Alex! Don’t say it! Don’t say it!

“Us doing it?” he finished my sentence. Can he read my mind? I chuckled a little and nodded my head. He laughed at the ridiculous idea we both had. Never going to happen!

There was a comfortable silence between us again, everything outside so still. Feeling his chest move up and down relaxed me, I didn’t feel as bad anymore.

He started to massage my head and play with my hair. I loved when people did that. His hand moved down to the base of my neck at the back of my head.

This was the part I loved the most, his fingers making circles in my hair and on my skin. It sent a tingle down my spine, this was the one thing that relaxed me, especially when I couldn’t sleep.

Sitting on the uncomfortable tiled floor, his thumb reached under my jawline and he pushed it upwards to his head resting on mine. His hand rested on the nape of my neck.

I kept moving it upwards until he removed his head that was once on top of mine and I met his gaze. His tired, hooded eyes stared right

into mine.

This was so foreign, but his ocean blue eyes fixed on my own caused a pulse throughout my body. This effect was something that had never happened to me before, especially not when it came to him.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, concern etched on his face.

That face.

His messy dark brown hair trickled down the perimeter of his face. Perfectly falling. Perfectly placed on his head, sticking up in all

directions.

The stubble dotted around his sharp-cut jawline made him look more rugged and relaxed. The perfectly straight nose that had been broken and reset so many times I’d lost count.

You could see a small scar across the bridge from it. His high cheekbones that made him look like a model and that I was so jealous of.

His light tan covering his skin from the exotic vacations with many girls he’d taken and the multiple outdoor training sessions.

Feeling a slight twitch in my heart as I thought of the pictures in the magazines, the girls he had brought to functions with my family

there.

The girls that were constantly pining for his attention, picturing them kissing him. His lips. Looking down at his lips, pink and plump. Probably from kissing so many girls tonight.

His tongue darted out to lick them, I couldn’t help my stare while all of this was taking place in slow motion. Well, in my mind it was slow motion.

Flashing back to the times when his lips were on mine, my very first kiss, and the game. Mentally smiling at the memory. He was a good kisser.

Alex, he only kissed you because he was dared to, both times!

Feeling his warm breath on my face.

How can someone be so perfect?

What? Snap out of it!

Verify captcha to read the contentVerify