Crave

- FIVE -

Stacy P.O.V.

I could not believe my luck. Or should I say bad luck? What were the odds that the one person I bend my no-one-nighters-rule with would end up being the nephew of my dad's intended bride? All through dinner, Kurt kept bumping me with his foot or giving me inappropriate looks. I'm shocked nobody was catching onto the fact that we had met previously. What the hell was I supposed to do? I couldn't forget what happened between Kurt and me. It had been too delicious to forget. I also couldn't let my dad and Sheila find out. After all of my reservations, I had to admit that Sheila seemed like a great match for my dad. She was sweet, kind, a great cook, and looked at my dad with such love it made my heart melt. What if they found out about my very brief affair with Kurt and it caused problems between them? I couldn't live with myself. My dad had been single for so long. He deserved to find happiness.

After dinner, I excused myself to visit the restroom. After using the toilet and washing my hands, I splashed some cold water on my face. Images of the pleasurable things Kurt had done to me the night before kept flashing through my mind and it was causing my entire body to heat up. I would be in big trouble if I couldn't get Kurt off my mind. When I woke up this morning to find him gone, I'd been hurt, but had managed to convince myself that it was for the better. Alright, so I had lied to myself. I hadn't really thought it was for the better and, in fact, had been craving him since. Then to step into Sheila's home and find the man who had rocked my world, before walking out of my life without even saying goodbye...let's just say it had thrown me for a loop. Then he'd acted like we should be friendly. He left me. Alone. Naked. In bed. Wanting. Craving him.

Shaking my head at my ridiculousness, I exited the restroom, but hadn't taken more than one step toward the living room, when I was snagged around the waist and a hand covered my mouth. A moment later, I found my back pressed against the wall with a pair of dark brown eyes staring deeply into mine. I pushed against his muscular chest and Kurt reluctantly removed his hand from my mouth, but he didn't step back.

I glared and whispered, "You're an asshole."

His eyes widened, "What did I do?"

"You..." I stopped myself before I could accuse him of leaving me. How desperate would that sound? It was just a one-night-stand. He was supposed to leave. It wasn't his fault that my stupid heart got hurt by it. I shook my head and said, sadly, "Never mind."

"No. Tell me." He practically pleaded. I stubbornly remained silent, so he said, "If you don't tell me, I'm going to kiss you."

He didn't give me a chance to decide whether to tell him or not, as his lips claimed mine in a passionate kiss that seemed to ignite every fiber of my being. I knew that I should push him away and tell him that we shouldn't be doing this, but his lips on mine felt too right to stop. So I reached up and tangled my fingers into his hair, holding him close. His body moved even closer to mine, so no space separated us and I could feel his growing erection through his jeans. Whimpering, I lifted on of my legs and positioned myself, so that I could wantonly rub against his hardness. He tore his mouth from mine, moaning, as he trailed kisses down my throat.

"We shouldn't be doing this." I managed to whisper.

"Why?" He grunted, as he flipped open the top couple buttons of my blouse and ran a finger over the top ridges of my breasts.

"I—I don't remember." I sigh, as he cupped one of my breasts through my clothing.

"Damn, Stacy, I want you again...so bad." He growled against my neck.

"What the fuck?" Lucas suddenly appeared around the corner and was obviously surprised by the sight before him.

"Shit." I muttered and pushed Kurt away from me.

Lucas's eyes were huge, as he repeated, more slowly this time, "What. The. Fuck?"

Kurt sighed, "Uh, Stacy and I actually, uh, met last night. After you left the bar."

Lucas choked on a laugh, "You two fucked last night! Didn't you?"

"Say it a little louder, asshole. I don't think the neighbors heard you." Kurt growled.

I'd heard enough. I walked right up to Lucas and put my finger in his face, "Listen jerk. You better keep what you just saw and what you just learned to yourself. I had my reservations coming here, about this marriage, but my dad and your mom seem really good together. If you tell them what happened between Kurt and I, then it might ruin things."

"So what are you going to do? Keep sneaking around behind their backs? Because lying is so much better than just coming clean." Lucas stated, sarcastically, as he rolled his eyes.

I shook my head, "No...Kurt and I..." I glanced back and Kurt, who looked like he was ready to argue with what I was about to say. I shook my head at him, sadly, and faced Lucas again, "Kurt and I are done. That was a one-time thing. This...what just happened in this hallway was just a minor slip up, but it won't be happening again."

"Yea ok, keep lying to yourself." Lucas said, rolling his eyes, before going around us and disappearing into a room down the hall.

"Stacy..." Kurt began, but I cut him off.

"No, Kurt. Don't make this any harder than it has to be." I tell him and leave him standing there. He'd left me this morning, now it was my turn to leave him. However, I was doing this for unselfish reasons. If it was up to me and it wouldn't hurt anyone else, I probably would have dragged Kurt into the nearest room to re-experience last night. Instead, I walked away from him. It was the right thing to do, it just sucked that it made me feel like I'd ripped out a piece of my heart in the process.