Chapter 22: That moment
Me and Lance were walking out of the movie theater. We had just seen the Hunger games. He took me the day after Alicia told me that Logan was calling her while me and him were together. He told me I should get my mind off of things. And it did thankfully. "Katniss is fucking awesome." Lance said as he got in the car. I got in with him and smiled. "Oh whatever. You just think she's beautiful." I said mocking him. He shook his head. "No. Katniss is pretty. You are beautiful." He said assuring me. I blushed of course.
"I think that movie was pretty damn awesome. Let's play pool to see if you're going to take me to see the second one." I said. Lance glanced at me. "There's a second?" He asked.
"Yep. Catching fire. And the third is Mocking Jay." I said. He nodded. "Oh hell yeah we're going to see them." He said smiling.
I rolled my eyes as he continued driving. We drove over to his house. I didn't feel uncomfortable going over his house.
As we got in, the place was quiet. "They must be out on a date or something." He said. We both went up to his room and I laid down on his bed while he sat on the pool table. "Can I ask you a question?" I asked. He nodded and took out a pack of cigarettes. "Well two questions. You don't care if you get cancer from those cigarettes?" I asked. Lance shook his head. "We're all going to die one day."
"You want to speed up the process?" I asked. Lance chuckled and licked his lips. "Its just a habit." He said. I nodded and sat up. "Next question?" He asked.
I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear and sat up more. "Why do you carry a gun?" I asked. Lance's expression changed. His dark eyebrows pulled together. "I……..Its a tough world out there, Beth. That may be a stupid excuse but it's the truth. I know what a fucked up world this is. Now, I never used it on anyone although I wanted to use them on those guys the other day, but I will use it if I have to. To protect myself or the people I care about. And I care about you." He said.
I nodded and smiled. "I know you do." I said. He bit his lip for a second. "Okay, two questions for me." I nodded. He took the cigarette from between his lips and used the arm of his black leather chair to prop his foot up. "Can you honestly see yourself with someone other than Logan?" He asked. I was hoping he wouldn't ask that. But I had to answer since he answered my questions.
"I don't know." I answered. I looked down at the slight rip in my jeans. "So you couldn't see yourself with someone like me?" He asked. I looked up into his dark brown eyes. "I don't………I don't know."
"Well you said I make you happy."
"I know. And you do make me happy. But….I still……."
"How could you still love that prick after what he's done to you? He got you pregnant, admitted he liked your best friend and left you and your unborn kid. I understand that he was your first love, Beth. And there's nothing like your first love, but he wronged you. He wronged you horribly. And him hurting you like that makes me want to hurt him."
"I know it does." I said. Lance let out a sigh and got off of the pool table.
"What's the second question?" I asked. Lance burned the cigarette out in a white solid ashtray and then he looked at me. "Do you have feelings for me?" He asked. I swallowed. Lance was getting me to my weak point.
"I don't know." I admitted. He walked over to me and grabbed my face in his hands. He looked into my eyes. "Do you? It's a yes or no question, Beth." He whispered. I kept my eyes on his as I nodded. I did have feelings for Lance. He cared for me. He wanted to protect me. He made me happy. And I felt safe with him. Lance nodded. "I know you do." He said. His eyes slowly looked at my lips. As he looked at my lips, he licked his and his eyes went back to mine. "One more question?" He whispered. I nodded without hesitation. "Can I kiss you?" He asked. I slowly nodded. I closed my eyes gently as his lips went to mine. His lips were warm and unbelievably soft. His bit my bottom lip repeatedly. I was suddenly laying on his bed with him on top of me. The kiss was not broken yet. I moaned and he started sucking and biting on my neck. My fingers went through his hair and his lips went back to mine. His tongue rubbed with mine gently and he moaned. I couldn't believe this was happening. We kissed before but…..I liked this. A lot.
Lance unbuttoned my dark blue silk shirt and left it open revealing my black bra. He kissed my stomach and kissed my breast through my bra. "Lance," I breathed with my eyes still closed. "Stop." I whispered. He looked down at me. Lust was in his eyes and he shook his head. "You and I both know you don't really mean that." He said. He was right. I didn't really mean it. I wanted it. I wanted this and more. I kept my mouth shut as his lips went back to mine. I felt like everything, every problem was gone at this moment. And that's all I wanted.
Lance smelled like cigarettes but it was something about the smell that I liked. The cigarettes mixed in with his cologne mixed in with peppermint. All of it was overwhelming.
"You're so perfect." He breathed against my lips. Lance was the perfect one. He began kissing me again. He rolled over so that we were both sitting up. I was in his lap facing him. "Grind against me." He breathed. I did as he said and he started moaning. I did also. It felt good. His hands were on my waist making me go faster. The friction between us was unbearable. I felt like I was about to cum.
Then there was a sudden knock at the door and I quickly got off of Lance just as the door open. It was Patricia who was smiling. She wasn't embarrassed that she just walked in on me and Lance……….doing things?
"Sorry…to…interrupt." She didn't look sorry at all. My cheeks blushed a bright red. "Of course you are, mom." Lance said with a smirk on his face.
"I just wanted to tell you that Alicia is here and she's downstairs crying."
I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. "I'll go." I said. I walked pass Patricia and went downstairs to the living room. Alicia was sitting on the couch with tears in her eyes. They slowly came down her cheek.
"Can we talk?" She asked. I silently walked over and sat on the couch across from her. She wiped her tears away. "Andy broke up with me."
"So what else is new?" I asked.
"For good. I told him that Logan was calling me and he got mad and threw a lamp at me and then kicked me out of his house. "
I felt sympathy for her. Just a bit. But a lot of me still felt jealousy that my ex-boyfriend liked her and probably never liked me.
"I can't have the both of you hating me. I love the both of you way too much. "
"You did this to yourself."
"I was scared to tell you."
"It doesn't matter. It was my business too. I don't blame Andy for throwing you out. Do you realize that by you not telling anyone that Logan was calling you, it makes you seem guilty?"
"Guilty of what? I didn't do anything."
"Then go tell Andy that."
"He's not going to listen."
"Frankly, that's not problem, Alicia."
"Stop acting like such a bitch."
"Stop being one." I shot back. Alicia glared at me and stood up. "Its not my fault that your boyfriend wanted me."
"Get out!" I yelled at her. Alicia continued to give me a glare. I glared right back at her. "We are not friends anymore." I said. Her expression changed only temporarily but then it went back to the glare. My eyes watered. And Alicia's did too. She turned and stomped towards the door. She opened it and closed it without looking at me.
I sighed and sat back down on the couch and ran my fingers through my hair. Lance slowly came over to me and wiped my tears away.
"I'm sorry to bring drama into your house." I said. He shook his head. "No. No. It's okay. I just hate to see you cry."
I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand and sniffed. "I'm sorry. I should probably go." I said. I got up and Lance grabbed my arm. "I'll drive you." I nodded. I didn't know why or how it became this way with Alicia. Was it Logan's fault or my fault?
Lance pulled up in front of my house and sighed. He slowly looked over to me. "You okay?" He asked. I shook my head. "I just want this to be over. I don't want anything to do with Logan or anything involving him."
"I hate to see you like this."
"It's not your fault." I said looking at him. He looked back at me. "Beth," He whispered. I shook my head already knowing what he was going to say. "I can't." I said.
"Don't let him control your life. He's not here anymore."
"Lance, stop it." I got out of the car and closed the door and closed my eyes. I heard the car door open and close from the other side and Lance was suddenly in front of me. "I love you, Beth." He whispered. I stood shocked looking at him. He loved me?
His lips went to mine and I didn't stop him as his tongue went my mouth. My body was pressed against his car and my fingers were in his hair and our breathing was hard as we were roughly touching and kissing each other. I wanted Lance so bad right now. In the worse way. This was wrong though. My heart will always carry on for Logan but there was something about Lance that I couldn't get over. Something I didn't want to get over. Lance was gently biting my neck again and I had my eyes closed and I was moaning enjoying the feel of him on me in general. But I wanted more. I didn't know where this sudden yearning for him came from but it was in full control now.
Lance stopped biting my neck and looked at me. Our lips were inches apart. "I love you. And I need you, Beth." He said. I nodded. I knew what he wanted and I knew that I wanted the same thing. I grabbed Lance's hand. "Come on." I said as I led him into my house. It was quiet and I knew that neither of my parents were home so we were here alone. I led Lance up to my bedroom and I closed the door and looked at him.
He slid his jacket off and threw it on my bed and then he slowly came over to me. His hand rested on my face. "I want you so bad." He whispered.
"He can't be your only love, Beth. I can be yours too."
"You can but…"
"But what?" He asked. His face was inches from mine.
His lips brushed against mine. "But what?" He breathed against my lips. I wanted him bad. Extremely bad. "But nothing." I whispered back. Lance grabbed onto my shirt and pulled it over my head and dropped it to the floor. I helped him with his shirt next. He turned me around so I was facing away from me. His hands grabbed my crotch while he kissed my neck and I moaned. He then unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down. His lips were on my shoulder and then went back to my neck and he gently grabbed some of my hair and gently pulled it back so he could kiss me while still standing behind me.
I moaned in his mouth as His hands explored the front of my body. And then his hand slowly slipped into the fabric of my panties. I closed my eyes when he slipped a finger inside my wetness. I moaned and leaned against him. He slowly slid his fingers in and out of me while whispering dirty things in my ear. I felt like I was about to cum. He took his fingers out of me just when I was about to cum and he pulled down my panties.
Lance then laid me onto the bed and pulled his pants down while looking at me. He pulled his boxers down and I bit my lip as he came over to me. He looked down at me. "I have never known anyone more perfect than you." He whispered. Lance was sweet. That was the main thing I liked about him. He sat up and sat me up with him. I was now on his lap once again facing him and he was kissing me deeply. "Guide me in." He whispered. I lifted myself up a little while staring right into his eyes and I grabbed his erect cock and guided into my pussy. I moaned loudly and sat all the way down on him. Lance was filling me completely and he felt warm inside of me.
I started riding Lance while kissing him. There was something I loved about this moment. Did I love this moment or did I love Lance? I wasn't sure but I didn't care at the moment. Lance rolled us over on the bed and I was grabbing on to the headboard as he slid in and out of me. I didn't know if my parents were here nor if they could hear me and Lance's moans but we didn't care at the moment.
He held my hands down on the bed and bit my neck as he continued fucking me. Every thrust harder than the last. But it felt so good. "I love you." I cried. "I love you too." Lance breathed against my lips as he kissed me.
He made love to me over and over again until we could see the sun come up. And when it was fully up, I was looking at Lance. His eyes were half closed as he looked back at me. We didn't talk. Just silence. It wasn't awkward. It just felt right. My eyes slowly closed as the sun peered in through my window.
My dream was weird. Just darkness covered over more darkness. The ring of the phone woken me up. My eyes flashed open and I looked over to see Lance still in my bed sleeping. I rubbed my eyes and grabbed the phone and laid back down in bed. "Hello?" I asked sleepily.
"Hey," Said the deep voice. I sat up and my eyes widened. It was Logan.
"Logan?" I asked.
"I'm outside." He whispered.