Out of Spite

Chapter 9

He pulled my shirt off over my head. I wrapped my legs around him. His lips found mine again. I let my hands travel where they pleased. I could feel his chest hard as a rock as I slid my hands down further.

I rubbed his chest and abs while his hands found the way to the clasp of my bra. When I felt my bra had come undone I slid my hands down to where his pants buttoned. I hesitated for a moment.

Simon must have sensed it because he whispered something on my ear. I was too distracted by the way his breath caught my ear to actually hear what he said. I felt my back arch from his breath. I took this as a hint to go ahead.

I let my fingers fall back down to his pants. Soon they were across the room along with my pants. We lay there, both of us with nothing but our underwear on. Skin to skin. This was so much better then Carter, I thought.

"who's Carter?"

Shit.

He pulled away from me. "Who's Carter?"

Shit. Shit. Shit. I can not believe I said that out loud.

"nobody."

"obviously he's someone if you mention him when we were about to make love." he looked hurt.

"no really. He's nobody." I stood up. "nobody anymore." I tried grabbing his hand but he yank it away.

"anymore?"

"you can't honestly be mad at me for someone before you." I paused. "especially when he just met."

I could tell he knew I was right but he wasn't lettin this go.

"was he your boyfriend?"

I let out a laugh. "no."

"then who"

"none of your damn business!" I screamed while grabbing my clothes.

I pulled them on and headed for the car.

"where do you think your going?" he grabbed my wrist.

I yanked it from his touch. "somewhere where you won't be there."

Why am I acting like this? I never act like this. Why did this have to happen right before sex? God I hate myself.

"bitch!" I was stunned. I turned on my heel.

"did you just call me a bitch?". I stormed towards him. I raised my hand to slap him when he grabbed my hand and twisted it.

"fuck!" I yelled.

He quickly released me. "holy shit! I'm so sorry!"

What is wrong with this man?

"Megan. I'm so sorry!" I looked down at my wrist and it was bruised and swollen.

He took it and raised it to him. "let me get you ice."

I stood there dumbfounded as he walked away to get the ice. What kind of person is loving then rude then hateful then caring in a matter of two minutes?

He returned with a ziplock bag full of ice. "where did you get this?"

"the owner lives over that hill. He pointed to a hill that was no more than fifteen feet from us.

He placed the bag on my wrist and I immediately found relief.

"thanks."

He just stared at me for the longest time. "let's go home"

He headed for the car. It took me a minute but I followed. "what about the stuff."

"well come and get it later." he said opening the car door for me.