First Installment for the MAYHEM series
"Innocence was never meant to be addictive."
Addiction has been a part of Kyson Montenegro's nature, and women, in particular have always been his favorite obsession. Being the lead singer in a band has its pe...
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Kyrie collapsed on top of me as she struggled to catch her breath. I'm not the type to cuddle after sex, but I'm going to give her a minute before I pull her away from me so I can shower.
I hadn't planned on having sex with Kyrie today, but she'd shown up around four, had basically stripped, and then had gone on her knees right there in my living room.
I was pent up, and since she was so very willing and determined, I let her help me unwind. Turning my head, I glanced at the clock. It was almost five. Shit! I needed to get something for dinner and go down to Felicity's.
"Off you go," I told Kyrie as I moved her and climbed out of the bed.
"Wait. I want a round two," she said in a voice I knew was meant to be sexy, but right now I had more important things on my mind.
"Got plans, babe. But thanks." I paused and waved at the bed. "For that."
Reaching for my phone, I headed for the shower. I needed to text Felicity and let her know I'd be a few minutes late. More like thirty. Fuck, I wouldn't even have time to talk to her today.
My phone lit up, and I glanced down to see my sister's name. I opened the text message.
TATIANA: DON'T FORGET THAT MILLIE'S BIRTHDAY PARTY IS AT SIX THIRTY AT MARCUS'S MOTHERS HOUSE.
Shit! I threw the phone down on the counter and turned on the shower. I hadn't bought Millie a present yet, and she had told me she wanted a sparkly pink purse and lip gloss when I'd asked her last week. I didn't know where the hell to buy a sparkly pink purse.
I took the fastest shower in history and wrapped a towel around me. Then I grabbed my phone to text Felicity. I wasn't going to be able to make it to dinner tonight. Not that I had told her I would be there, but now it was just kind of an understood thing with us again. I didn't want her to expect me and then I didn't show up.
ME: NOT GONNA BE ABLE TO DO DINNER TONIGHT.
I hated sending her a text. She was my friend and just a friend, and it was normal for me to tell her I couldn't show up in a text.
I waited for a response, but one didn't come right away, so I went to grab some clothes and get dressed.
Kyrie was pulling on the short skirt and hooker heels she had worn over here. How she walked in those without breaking her ankle, I didn't know.
"Bakit ba nagmamadali ka? You got hours before you gotta be at the club," she said as she tugged her bra back on.
My phone vibrated, and I jerked it out of my jeans pocket where I had just tucked it in.
FELICITY: THAT'S FINE. I'LL SEE YOU LATER.
That was it. She didn't ask why or act upset. She was just okay with it. Why did it bug the hell out of me that she didn't expect more from me? Women always expected more. It was what kept me from getting too close to one. I didn't want to give them more. But Felicity . . . She expected nothing. Fuck, that drove me crazy.
It was now ten minutes after five, and I still had to find a pink sparkly purse and lip gloss. Where the hell was I supposed to even look for those?
Kyrie walked over to me with a pleased smile on her face. Why was she still here? We were finished, and I had shit to do. "Where you off to in such a hurry?" she asked again as she slid her hand up my arm and into my hair.
Shrugging her off, I grabbed my wallet and stuck it into my back pocket. "My niece has a birthday party," I explained.
See, this was normal. Kyrie wanted to know why I was leaving her. Where I was going. She was demanding answers by not getting the fuck out of my house. This was what women did.
Not Felicity.
But then I hadn't . . . Hell, I couldn't even think it. If I let myself think about being with Felicity the way I was just with Kyrie, I would get the hard-on from hell. Shaking my head, I walked away from Kyrie and into the living room.
"You seem angry. Normally, you're much more laid-back and happy after you fuck," she said as she followed me.
"Normally, you get your shit on and leave," I shot back at her.
Kyrie rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips. "Are you grumpy because you have to go to a kid's birthday party?"
I opened the door. "I have to go find a sparkly pink purse, Kyrie. I don't have time for twenty fucking questions," I growled in hopes she'd get the hint and leave.
She laughed and walked to the door. "You will never find a sparkly pink purse on your own. For once in your life, you need me, Kyson Grey Montenegro. Come on, I'll show you where to find that purse."
Of course Kyrie would know where to look for the purse. Why hadn't I thought of that? Slightly relieved, I started down the stairs after her. The moment Felicity's door came into view, though, my bad mood was back. I liked my evenings with Felicity.
Seeing her smile and listening to her talk-they were what I looked forward to all day.
If Kyrie hadn't shown up and started sucking my cock, I wouldn't have run out of time.
Disgusted with myself, I headed down to the parking lot.
"Are we taking your bike?" she asked.
No. The last girl who had been on my bike had ruined it for me with anyone else. I didn't like the idea of anyone other than Felicity being wrapped around me when I rode.
"Let's take your car," I said, and walked toward her silver Camaro.
