Stay

Chapter 9

I ask Peyton if I can borrow his laptop and he lets me. I sit down alone in the kitchen and look over Peyton's sisters police report, and someone of the the reports I have on file online. I couldn't find anything, but that didn't stop me from staying up all night doing research. Eventually Peyton forced me to go to bed, but I'm not tired.

"Cmon Dakota, you gotta get some rest." He rests his strong hands on my shoulders and I lean my head on one of them. I then raised my head and drew in a deep breath.
"Alright, but I'm not tired." I complained. I pulled my hair up into a messy ponytail as I get up from Peyton's kitchen chair and turn to face him. He's in basketball shorts, but his upper torso is bare, even from hair. My eyes wondered all along his body until I realized what I'm doing.

"Man, you must really like what you see?" He winks at me. I shake my head no until I've convinced myself that I don't.

"Your clothes are in my room and the bed is made for you. Carson is passed out on the couch." Peyton explained to me as he pulls me into his room. I look at the picture of him and his sister once more before seeing the images of her cold body flash in mind. I blink the thoughts out of my head and looked around his room. My bags are resting on his bed. I immediately dig through my bag for comfortable clothes to wear.

"Out." I demand as I point at the door. Peyton doesn't say anything, nor does he even move. I stare at his chest to double check that he's breathing and he is.

I roll my eyes and slip out of my jeans and into yoga pants. I pull off the teeshirt I wore all day and slip on a tank top. I fix my hair into a tighter ponytail and then throw all the bags besides the bed.
I turn back around to see that Peyton is still standing there, but he's covering his eyes; what a gentleman in a way.

I reach up to his hands and pull them down to his sides. He opens his eyes and looks at me as if I suddenly became sexy.

He pulls me into his body and I slam into his chest. I rest my hands on his pecks and try to push away, but not hard. He doesn't let go of me, and I don't want him to. I let my hands fall to my sides and I just gaze into his eyes. His eyes are glowing, like they are in the picture, only this time it's different. Before I know it, our bodies are pressed together, our hearts beating in sync. His lips land on mine and I don't resist. Instead I give into him and I kiss him like I've never been kissed before; I haven't kissed like this before. There's passion on his lips, making me feel the need of melting in his arms, but I don't.
I feel compassion on his warm breath against my neck. I lean my hear to the left and let his tongue make a trail along my neck. This feels so good, but I feel guilty. Guilty of being married and doing this. I try to push him away, but my arms are paralyzed; my body isn't cooperating with my mind and wants to go further. My body knows what it wants, but so does my mind. My mind wants to stop because this feels wrong but then memories of everything that Nathaniel has done to me replays in the back of my mind.

Every time he's hit Carson, every time he's hit me, all the times he's cheated on me, all the times he's been out all night having sex with a new girl. I feel the anger fulfill my body, and I want revenge. Not the kind of revenge to hurt him, but the kind that will make me feel better about doing what I'm about to do.

I grab Peyton on the back of his neck and wrap my hand around it. I pull him in for a kiss and he knows what I'm wanting, and he gives me it. He kisses me, hard but gently at the same time. He stopped at one point to close the door in case Carson wakes up. He wraps his hands under my butt and picks me up into his arms. I rest my arms on his shoulders and next and kiss him. I don't stop kissing him. I kiss his neck, nibble on his ear lobes, then kiss his cheeks to his lips again. I just couldn't get enough of his lips.

He begins to walk over to his bed then lays me down. I let go of him when he does and smile at him as he climbs on top of me. His body is getting hot. I pull him down on me, so now he's laying on top of me. He kisses my neck then makes a trail down to my chest. I closed my eyes and let him take off my tank top. My breasts are still hidden behind my blue bra, but I have a feeling it won't stay on long.

~*~

I woke up at six, and just laid in bed next to Peyton. His arms are wrapped around me, holding my body close to his. I can feel him breathing on the back of my neck, but it doesn't bother me any.

Carson usually wakes up at eight, so I have two hours to shower and to make breakfast for when he wakes up. I attempted to gently move Peyton's arms off of me, but I failed.

His eyes barely open, like he's squinting at me. I smile at him then crawl out of bed.

Our clothes are scattered across the floor, but in five minutes they'll be picked up and on us again. I pick up his clothes first and fold them before setting them where I was laying down. Then I pick mine up and slip them on my body. I decided to keep my bra off because I'll be putting it on after my shower.

"Where are you going?" Peyton's voice is depose than usual and his hair is looking like he hasn't brushed it in days.

"I'm going to take a shower. You can join if you want or sleep a bit longer." I invited him in with me, but he doesn't give me a clear answer so I walk away after waiting for a minute. He rolled over then passed out again, snoring louder than my childhood dogs did.