The Flyer

CHAPTER 41: Brat NO.2

CHAPTER 41: Brat NO.2

Kyle's POV

Gretchen was in her room taking care of business with a client, Mark was taking one of his daily naps, the twins were off somewhere or maybe busy I don't really care, Christian was helping run the place, and I was with Melanie in her room. We were watching some show I'd never seen before, but it was nice to spend time with the little one.

"Did you miss me?"

I smile and keep running my fingers in her hair. "Yes."

"I missed you too." She moves from next to me and lies down on top of me.

"You can't see your show from that angle, Mel."

She smiles. "Its fine. I'd rather look at you before you leave again."

Kid almost broke my heart. "I'll stay for a few more days if you want."

Her eyes light up. "Really?"

I smile warmly at her. "Sure."

Then she does the craziest thing-- she kisses me. And it surprises the hell out of me.

I push her away as gently but quickly as possible. "What the fuck was that, Melanie?" She starts crying and I sigh. I press her to me and just hug her. "Just... that was random, is all. Okay?"

She nods against my chest. "You made me happy," she says softly,"and you're really gentle. It's just different from most of those other men."

My heart sinks. I was really a fucken idiot to think she was okay. Of course she wouldn't be. None of us were.

I kiss the top of her head. "I'm sorry."

She turns to face me. "I'm sorry I kissed you. You just made me really happy when you said you'd stay longer is all."

Melanie was really cute and all. I wasn't going to lie, but I didn't know how I felt about this. Especially when I remembered what had happened at the tables, how she'd acted and how the rest of the group had reacted to it.

"Mel," I hesitantly begin, "You don't... you don't have a thing for me, do you?"

Her face flushes and she hides her face in my chest. I curse and she looks up at me. "I'm sorry," her eyes are watery.

"No, it's fine! I'm not mad at you!" I don't want her to start crying again, but she does so anyway. "Melanie, no! Stop, please."

"I want to have sex with you," she says it softly, "I really really do. I think you'd be different."

I run my hand through my hair. She was making me nervous. I was about to tell her she was too young, but then I remember that like me, she's had sex plenty of times before. "I'm not going to do that, Mel," I say and she looks about ready to cry her soul out. Then I have the stupidest idea that in the moment sounds perfect," You can do something to me if it'll make you feel better, yeah?"

Melanie gets off of me immediately. "Okay." She looks under her bed and grabs something and then proceeds to tie my fucken wrists to the headboard railings.

"Melanie, no, what the fuck?"

"You said I could do something to you."

I meant fucken kiss me or something small like that. Jesus...

"No, yeah, but that's not what I-," she starts rubbing herself on me. Damn child knew what she was doing. Obviously. "Melanie, I swear to God I will untie myself and beat your ass. You'll be so damn sorry."

"You gotta untie yourself first." She kisses my nose and I immediately remember Wendy.

They were practically the same age. What was it with me getting into these messes?