Unapologetically Me

Chapter Fourteen

He stood in his doorway with a cocky grin and despite everything that he had done to me and all of the sh*t he talked, butterflies fluttered in my stomach. I took a deep breath and gave him a side-hug. He took it a bit further and pecked my cheek and then ushered me inside, placing his hand on my lower back.

I was no stranger to Dexter's home. I had been here countless times but this time felt a little uncomfortable. Probably because I came for a favor and knew that the price was going to make me feel like crap.

He took us upstairs to his room and glanced back at me. "You parked away from the house, right?" It was our rule for when I visited in case Alicia was 'cruising by' and happened to see my car in his driveway.

"Yeah. I did."

I sat down on his bed and watched as he closed his bedroom door and turned to me with his signature smirk.

"I was surprised when you called."

"I know. It's been a bit."

"Yeah. He walkes over to me and took my face in his hands and kissed me. Compared to James, Dexter was rough, his tongue probing my mouth like it owned the place. I pulled back and pressed my hand on his chest.

"Slow down, cowboy." I pressed my lips together, fighting the urge to wipe my mouth. He grinned and climbed over me on his bed, pushing my thighs apart to lay in between my legs. I could feel his erection against my center and even though this sort of felt wrong, I felt my face heat up.

He leaned over me, pushing my hair aside and stared at my neck. "Are you ever going to tell me who your mystery man is?" He pressed his lips against my neck, where I knew James had left a hickey.

"Nope. But it seems you've gotten used to the idea of it." I stifled a moan as he palmed my chest and continued to suck and nip at my throat. He didn't seem to be worried about leaving a mark anymore.

He moved his hand under my shirt and pulled at my bra hastily. I couldn't help but compare him to James. James was always quick with it, but he didn't see to fumble as much as Dexter.

"Nope. Just biding my time until you f*ck up and reveal who he is. I'll kick his a*s for trying to take my girl and then make fun of him for leaving you wanting me."

I almost rolled my eyes. He ground his hips against my center and I couldn't help but moan at the sensation. It felt good, but the guilt was beginning to eat at me. I knew James and I weren't a thing, but being with another guy just felt wrong. I wondered if he had felt the same when he had kissed Pink Streak.

"I'm not your girl. Alicia is." I panted as he kissed his way down my chest over my shirt. He sat up and took his shirt off, showing his golden abs and a line of dark hair leading from underneath his belly button to under his basketball shorts.

I was only human. I stared at him and he grinned. "Alicia doesn't matter right now. Are you finally going to let me in?"

I took a deep breath and watched as he began unbuttoning my shorts and pulling them down. I was such a sl*t. I lifted by legs to help him pulled them off and his grin widened. He pressed his hand over my mound and rubbed me through my panties. I could feel myself getting so wet.

I had dreamed about this for a long time and even though it was happening, a small part of me still felt sh*tty. He continued to rub me as he leaned down and kissed me, then sat up again.

"You want to suck my c*ck, baby?" He pulled his d**k out of his shorts and stroked himself, looking down at my face with a devilish grin.

"Okay." I sat up and he laid down where I was at. He continued to stroke himself as I pulled my hair back into a ponytail. This was where it always stopped. He would make me give him head and then he would make the excuse of not liking to 'taste himself ' so that I wouldn't kiss him anymore.

I placed my mouth over the tip, tasting his precum when his bedroom door opened. "Hey Dex! Do you still have that-" I pulled away quickly and hid my burning face in my hands. Michael stood at the open door staring at me, his mouth open.

"Dude! Get the f*ck out! I've told you to start f*cking knocking!" Dexter threw a pillow at the door and Michael ducked out quickly, but not before shaking his head in disappointment.

I felt tears sting in my eyes as I thought about him telling James that I was here. I stood up quickly and threw my shorts back on, fixing my shirt back in place and feeling like the biggest piece of sh*t in the world.

"Hey, it's okay. We can lock the door. What are you doing?"

"I forgot that I have to get that stuff to my mom. Can you still get it, or..?"

Dexter sighed, tucking himself back into his shorts and nodded. "Yeah. Give me a minute and we can go. " I nodded and waited until he pulled his shirt back on and grabbed his wallet and keys. "Can I come over after?"

"Chloe is coming by."

"What time?"

I looked at my phone and looked back up at him. "In like half an hour."

"I won't take but five minutes and I'll be gone before she gets there." I swallowed back the bile in my throat and shrugged.

"We'll see how long this takes."

He nodded and opened his bedroom door. He nodded at someone just outside and then began walking down the hall. I walked out and both James and Michael were standing in Michael's bedroom doorway, looking at me.

I ducked my head as I walked out and felt tears sting the corners of my eyes. I didn't even see his reaction. But I knew that he would probably be upset. I was upset.

Dexter followed me up to the convenience store and with his fake ID bought me my mom's beer and cigarettes. He then followed me back to my place. The relief I felt when I saw Chloe's car parked in the driveway was almost laughable.

Noticing this, Dexter kept driving without stopping and I knew I was safe for now. He would want something for the favor soon and I knew that I'd have to give in at some point. With James knowing that I was with Dexter, I'm sure he wouldn't be an issue anymore.

Chloe stepped out of her car when I didn't climb out of mine and knocked on the driver's side window of my mom's car.

I opened the car door and she sighed. "What happened?"

"Alot. I'll tell you inside. You wanna help me with this?"

I handed her the thirty pack and she grimaced. She knew where I had gotten it from. After giving my mom her bounty I broke down in my room and told her every little detail, down to what happened with Dexter this afternoon.

"Girl, what the f*ck were you thinking? I mean, like I know your mom has never done that before, but...I can't believe you went to Dexter."

"What other choice did I have? You didn't see how my mom was acting. I was scared to come home without it."

Chloe sighed and strokes my face, wiping a tear off of my cheek.

"Let's just get some food, jump into pajamas and lounge around tonight. No boys, no nothing. How does that sound?"

I smiled at her and glanced at my phone. I had hoped for a text message from James, but at the same time dreaded it. I didn't want to have to explain the whole thing to him.

"Question." Chloe said a few hours into a chick flick.

"What?"

"Who's bigger? James or Dexter?"

I looked up from the movie surprised at the question and nearly choked on the soda I was drinking. Some of it spurted out of my nose and Chloe busted out laughing, grabbing at her stomach as she watched me run to the kitchen for napkins.

I came back and glared at her. "Really?"

"Yeah. I'm curious! Tell me!"

I felt my cheeks burn and I took a deep breath, thinking about it.

"I think Dexter is thinner and long and James is thicker. Probably a little bit longer than Dexter."

She raised her eyebrows and pouted her lip. "Damn. Is he good at s*x?"

I groaned and placed my pillow over my face.

"Yes? I don't know. It feels good, but I have no one else to compare it to."

"Do you think you were going to f*ck Dexter today?"

"I think I wanted to. But I felt guilty about it.You know what I mean?"

"No. Never been in that situation. You and James aren't together thoughz so...?"

"I know. That's the thing. We aren't but I still felt like I was going behind his back."

"Aww...I think you might be having feelings for him." I laid back on the couch and shrugged.

"I don't know. I just...I feel comfortable with him. He makes me feel good. And I know he's not my type, but there's something about him that's attractive."

"Big d**k energy."

We cackled like crazy and then we watched another movie, done with the questions for the moment. I was very happy for the moment to be with Chloe. She always knew how to make me feel better.

Later that night around midnight, we were in the kitchen baking brownies when my phone began ringing.

I checked the caller ID and my heart clenched. I answered the phone and took a deep breath.

"Michael?"

"Yup."

"What's up?" I tried to sound nonchalant and it seemed to be working for the moment.

"What were you doing with Dexter today?"

I chewed on my lip and took a deep breath, putting it on speaker for Chloe.

"I think you saw."

"Yeah, I did, but I just don't understand. What games are you playing with James?"

"Is that what he thinks?"

"It's what we both know." I glanced at Chloe and she glared at the phone.

"What kind of game is he playing with Kelly? Showing up to a football game with that girl."

"Lara? He hasn't done anything with her. Kelly was ass up in the air, sucking my brothers c*ck when only a few hours before she was f*cking James."

I swallowed hard and Chloe took my phone into her hands. "They aren't exclusive! They never talked about being with only eachother. He can go f*ck that Pink Streak b*tch any time he wants. Kelly doesn't owe him sh*t."

"Chloe, why in the f*ck are you talking for her? She has the balls to go f*cking around with my brother but not talk for herself?"

"And what about James? Where is he? I'm sure you're not alone talking on his behalf."

"I'm here. I didn't want any part of this. It's all Michael. Just so you know. I agree with what Chloe says. We aren't exclusive. Kelly didn't do anything wrong. Michael's just pissed on my behalf, even though I told him I was fine with it."

He sounded tired and I felt my eyes tear up. Chloe looked up at me and took a deep breath. "Kelly doesn't want to talk anymore. If he has any questions or wants to talk to her himself, he can text or call her himself. You leave Kelly alone." She hung up and walked over to me, hugging me.

"I don't think he's going to be calling or texting me." I told her.

She nodded. "Me neither. If Michael is worked up, it's because James is either upset or pretending to not be upset. "

"So, upset." I laughed at her and she shrugged.

"Yeah. You know what I mean."

I sighed and stared down at the counter. I really hoped that he did call me. I already missed him and it hadn't even been a full day.