Resisting Temptation

Chapter 11

When everybody in the house finally woke up we decided to have a chill day since Kyle's parents wouldn't be coming home until Monday.

We sat by the pool and the guys put food on the grill. Kamille and I had loaned changing clothes to the girls and Kayden loaned clothes to Trey. Even though the boys had a change of clothes they still refused to keep a shirt on. So all of the boys were walking around shirtless.

I had to admit I didn't mind the view I was getting from Brendan and Trey though.

Us girls were chilling in our lounge chairs in tank tops and shorts watching the boys fool around, grill, and drink beers. It wasn't surprising that Trey and Brendan stayed away from each other though.

When Brendan bent down to pick up a napkin that had dropped I heard Kayden laugh. "Nigga is that a bite mark on your shoulder?"

I saw the other guys crane their necks to see what Kayden saw. "Some girl got a lil aggressive last night, huh?" They all laughed.

I looked away from everybody to hide the flush in my cheeks when Brendan said, "Yeah, something like that. Shawty was seconds from screaming my name though."

He laughed at his own joke. Everybody was looking my way though. They were either wondering, 'You just gon' let him get away with being with another bitch?' or 'Are you that bitch?'.

I refused to meet anybody's eyes though but Jasmine was gon' press the issue. "Do you even hear the shit he saying?" She sounded pissed. I just nodded my head and sipped my lemonade.

She wasn't going to drop it that easily though. "Bitch why the fuck are you not pissed?"

I shrugged, but Kayla jumped in then. "Wait. Look at the flush in her cheeks." She narrowed her eyes in amusement before breaking out into a big grin. "You dirty bitch, Kaydence!"

I shot up in my chair and slapped a hand over her mouth to block out her words. "Not so damn loud!" I whisper-yelled.

The girls went into a fit of laughter. The guys looked on in curiosity. I just sat there calmly sipping my lemonade. When they finally stopped laughing they started the questioning.

Kamille was practically on the edge of her seat. "What the hell did he do?"

Jasmine gasped. "Did y'all fuck?"

I looked at her in shock. "No!" I planned on keeping my V-Card for a little longer. Hell, we're only 17.

Kayla's turn. "Well he had to do one hell of a job of something for you to bite him that damn hard."

I rolled my neck trying to relieve tension and about to blow off her comment when they all gasped at the same time. I looked at them in curiosity. "What?"

Kayla was the closest to me so she reached out and touched my neck. I jerked back and slapped her hand. "The fuck are you doing?"

I could tell she was struggling to not burst out laughing. "You have a hickey."

My eyes widened. "No hell I don't!" I whispered. But the girls all nodded their heads.

"Yes bitch, you do."

I jumped up in embarrassment and ran towards the bathroom on the first floor, hearing the girls laughing following after me.

When I reached the bathroom I craned my neck and looked at my reflection. Sure enough, it was a big, bright, purple-red spot on my neck. I turned and looked at the girls in horror, they just laughed.

"Look it's not that deep, sis. Just cover it with makeup until it fade." Kayla tried to reassure me. But my problem wasn't that I didn't want people to see it. It was that I didn't want a specific person to see it. If Trey caught sight of it, I don't know how he'd react.

Then it started to make sense. "That's why he started sucking so damn hard." The girls laughed harder. I admit the moment might have been funny had I not had two niggas I needed to please at once. I groaned. "Where the makeup at?"

I let Jasmine apply concealer to it since she was the one who did makeup best. Afterwards we went back to the backyard intent on sitting back down and relaxing.

But when I saw Brendan's knowing smirk, all of my irritation came flooding back. I stalked over to him, grabbed him by the ear, and dragged him in the house. I could hear everybody laughing at Brendan having his ass handed to him but he was just laughing too.

When we got in the house I let go of his ear and met his grin with a glare. He chuckled lightly. "I like when you get rough with me, ma." In spite of myself I laughed. "See there goes that beautiful smile." I might've blushed if I wasn't still irritated the slightest bit.

"You left a fucking hickey on my neck." I got through gritted teeth.

He just grinned. "Ah, so it worked." I punched him in the stomach but he just laughed. Hell, I think it might've hurt me more than it hurt him.

"Where it's at? I don't see it." he asked trying to turn my head to the side.

I slapped his hand out of the way. "I covered it with makeup."

He frowned and looked pissed. "Why you did that? Don't do that shit, ma. Let the whole world see my signature on your skin."

"You want the world to see your signature, buy a pen and fucking paper. You had no right to put it on my skin without my permission."

He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me flush against him. "Aye, you gon' fix that fucking attitude before I fix that shit for you. You hear me?"

The way he said that had me getting wet. But I wouldn't let him know that, so I rolled my eyes.

He smacked my ass. "I said, do you hear me?"

A moan slipped past my lips. "Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, asshole." I knew what he wanted, but I wouldn't call him that.

"We gon' have to work on that." He chuckled. "Now I did it because it was my way of marking you as mine for all these niggas to see."

I was growing exasperated again. "But you have no right to do that."

He grabbed my ass causing me to moan again. "Why not?" I couldn't think straight anymore and it was pissing me off that he kept making me lose my anger.

I broke away from his grip in frustration and stomped back out to the lounge chairs and plopped down. He came out seconds later with a smug grin on his face.

I want to kiss that look off of his face.

I mean hit, not kiss.

Nah, it's definitely kiss.