Kevin headed straight for the Motel 6, not caring if the guys had even heard him leaving. Weston Street was only two blocks so he jogged most of the way, in too big of a hurry to care about the gloomy neighborhood into which he was headed. He ran into the main office noticing an older man, probably in his late fifties watching a late night episode of Saturday Night Live while flipping through an aged girlie magazine. When he noticed the customer, he tossed his dirty magazine to the floor and smiled up at Kevin sheepishly.
“Can I help you Sir?” he spoke with a heavy Irish accent, which Kevin should have assumed from the fiery red that still tinted the man’s beard and side burns.
“I’m looking for a woman who check in earlier this evening. She’s very petite, long dark hair, quite the looker. You see we had a small disagreement and she ran off before we could talk. I need to see her.”
“Sorry Lad, I’m not at privilege to tell ya none ‘bout the customers staying here.” The man gazed suspiciously at him over his spectacles.
“Sir, you don’t understand, you see she’s my… my fiancée and we’re supposed to get married in a few short weeks but I had to be an ass about where our parents would sit and she has such a temper, let me tell you. But she is truly the best thing in my life and if you don’t help me, I will be out here all night knocking on every single door until I find her, or until the cops take me away.”
The Irish innkeeper grinned with knowledge, “Aye, me first wife was hellishly tempered too, but they do keep the married life interesting. Alright Lad, since it’s in the name of love. A pretty little lass, with long dark hair came in and asked for a room for the night. Poor thing looked like she’d been to hell and back…” The man paused and gazed up at Kevin again.
“We had a little fight this morning but it’s not what you think, she threw a tennis ball at my head and it bounced off the wall and hit her in the lip.” Kevin’s lies were almost so good he could believe them himself. He vainly, and somewhat foolishly wished they weren’t lies.
“Aye, well, if that be the case, no argument from me. The lass is in room A116, it’s on the lower level, on the far end.” The man finished as Kevin rushed out of the office and off to find Stephanie again.
**~~**~~**
Stephanie sat on the stiff mattress of her hotel bed, chewing her nails in an attempt to calm her nerves. No such luck. She collapsed back into the hard bed and gripped a pillow to rest her head on. She was about to drifted off to sleep when someone knocked at the door. She rose from the bed and nervously cracked her knuckles before opening the door, the chain lock still in place.
Kevin’s emerald eyes pierced hers and she slammed the door shut before he could mutter so much as one word. She slid to the floor to calm herself and wondered how he had found her. Had Theresa told him what her note said? No Theresa would never, Kevin had to have bribed the innkeeper.
A soft knock came again and Stephanie forced herself to her feet. She unlatched the chain and opened the door again, her face set in an emotionless expression, a trick she had picked up by watching Aj. She swallowed harshly and gazed up at him.
“Thank God you’re here!” Kevin started already pulling her against him. He held her shoulders tightly and shoved her back a ways to look down at her face. “Do you have any idea how worried I was… not knowing where you had gone…”
He tried to hug her again but she shoved away forcefully. She backed away from him and stared like a little child at an abusive parent. Kevin noticed a spark ignite in her normally soft chocolate eyes and was shocked at her next action. Stephanie doubled her fist and hit him squarely across the jaw. She would have hit him until he pleaded with her to stop, but the one blow hurt her knuckles. She backed away cautiously and sat down on the bed.
Kevin rubbed his jaw, surprised at the strength she really possessed. He walked towards her and she quickly moved away, keeping the bed between him and her. He sighed and shut the door, switching on a nearby lamp. He sat in a pitiful excuse for a chair and waited patiently for her to sit as well. He noticed her quick glances at the phone and shook his head.
“Darlin’ I’m twice your size, I wouldn’t even attempt it if I were you.” Kevin pointed out but that didn’t seem to faze her in the slightest. But even as she dove for the phone he had a hold of her and toppled easily to the bed with her under him. She knew it would be useless to fight, but she had nothing left to lose to him so why not give him a little reminder of why it was not wise to fuck around with her. She struggled as hard as she could until she had enough leverage to knee him in the groin. As if expected that move, Kevin quickly gripped her thigh in one hand while his other subdued her hands above her head. “Stop it, stop fighting me. You’ll only hurt yourself.”
Stephanie realized the truth in his words and surrendered once again to him. He loosened his grip after feeling her relax a little. He suddenly realized the vulnerable position she was in under him and leaned into her face slowly. One hand released her thigh and began to trail caressingly up and down her long neck. She felt him lean in to kiss her neck and took advantage of his moment of weakness. Her knee struck his crotch, causing Kevin to roll off of her and struggle to breath correctly. She leapt from the bed and glared at him.
“Don’t fuck with me Kevin. I will not stand anything more from you. You’re so lucky I don’t go to the cops, or the press with what you did to me. I could ruin your careers so fast it would make your fucking head spin!” She shouted at him as his face slowly return to its normal shade.
“You wouldn’t do that…”
“Oh, you wanna bet. You’ve never seen how upset I can get, I get a little crazy and seek revenge. Believe me, I am the last person you wanna fuck with, especially when I haven’t had my medication for the past two weeks. I may only seem like a naïve little girl to you but believe me, anything that people give me, I return three-fold. Maybe the minor damage I did to your pride will be a reminder not to rape girls in the future.”
“It wasn’t rape, Baby Doll. You allowed it. You agreed to it. Therefore you were a willing participant.” Kevin wheezed out, biting his lip before groaning softly, “Jesus, you didn’t have to knee me so fucking hard…”
“You’re lucky I don’t want to chop it off, Darling.” She stated firmly, watching him slowly sit up.
“Stephanie, sit down for just a moment and let me speak…”
“How about NO! I’ve heard enough from you. I can’t even stand the sight of you anymore. You make me physically ill.” Finally, she saw a crack in his misogynistic barrier and sat in the chair earlier occupied by Kevin.
Kevin swallowed the lump building in his throat and rose from the bed carefully, there was still a dull pain in his lower groin. “Stephanie, I just want to…” he gritted his teeth excruciatingly, partly from the pain and partly from the fact he would have never believed he would ever say what he was about to say, “I am truly sorry for what happened. If I had the power I would take it all back, but I can’t and I just hope you have it in your heart to forgive me.”
Stephanie stared at him wide-eyed, obviously not expecting it either. She rose slowly and walked towards him. She noticed for a moment a twinge of fear highlight his mossy green eyes before it was masked again. She sighed gently and felt her rage dissolve, leaving only mild hate which could be relieved by only three little words.
“What exactly do you want from me Kevin? I thought you had gotten what you had set out to get last night, but if one more quickie will release me from your egotistic, slightly sadist tendencies, very well…” She started to lift the hem of her faded ‘New Kids on the Block’ t-shirt. Kevin didn’t fully understand her statement until she tossed the black shirt to the ground and began unfastening her jeans.
“No, I don’t want to force you. The only time I want to make love with you again is when you want to. I never meant to hurt you…”
“Well, you did, you bastard. You did a pretty damn good job of it. And if the only time you’ll ever sleep with me again is by my choice, you better pray for a cold day in hell first. I hate you more than I’ve ever hated anyone in my life. Even more than Austin.” Kevin heard the catch in her voice and knew she was crying, her head bowed down to keep the tears from sight. He reached out and pulled her to him, knowing she’d struggle and braced himself. She shoved and hit until she barely had strength to breath. Kevin felt her weaken and laid her down on the bed.
“Go away Kevin. I won’t tell anyone of this, or last night. None of the guys will ever have to know how weak you really are…”
Kevin glared down at her, amazed how quickly his stance had changed from apologetic to mercenary. He grabbed her arm and pulled her up to meet his face.
“I am not weak. If it’s proof you need, I’ll prove it. I never was one to keep my promises well anyway.” He shouted, jerking his shirt over his head and laying down over her body. “You’re the reason I’m like this, don’t provoke me into raping you. You forget I have no feelings for you other than completely sexual. I could use you now, and take you back to the hotel with me, and let Nick have another go…”
“But you’d hate yourself the entire time…”
“What makes you think that, Princess?” Kevin sneered against her cheek and tugged mercilessly at her jeans.
“Because somewhere inside, you love me, or you did if even for a short time. You did once and no matter what you try to make that feeling vanish, it will always be there. You hurt me, and you wind up hurting yourself.” She gazed up at him with tear-rimmed eyes, and he could tell she was mentally praying to be right.
“You have no idea how much I hate you for saying that. You cause my temper to escalate to even higher levels. I just want to choke every last breath of air out of you, kiss you until you scream, or screw you until you beg for more.” That got the desired reaction from her. He felt her body tremble. He stared down into her eyes and hated himself again. He wished to bury his face in her hair and plead for forgiveness. But the words stuck in his throat.
Stephanie stared up at him, aware of what effect she had on him, and the effect he had on her. She still loved him through it all. She could have laughed at her apparent bad taste in men, all abusive ass-holes that wanted to get laid or vent. But Kevin couldn’t hurt her anymore if she didn’t want him to. She held all the cards now, and all it took was going in for the kill to bring the wild beast to his knees. ‘I wonder how far I can push before he snaps.’ She thought, realizing her own sadistic motives and thriving on them. She leaned up to his taunt face and brushed her bruised mouth against his firm one. He didn’t react at first, then softened and kissed her back roughly, not paying any attention to her injured lip. His hands groped from her thigh to her lace-covered breast.
Kevin released his tension on her mouth, one hand cupping her breast, the other tangling in her midnight hair. He groaned when her nails gouged his shoulders, but it felt exquisitely painful. The way her nails dug in and released reminded him of a feline settling in a comfortable spot. He smiled against her mouth and stroked her velvety tongue with his own, swallowing her faint moans and gasps. He only freed her mouth to trail his silky tongue down her chin to her throat, finding the pulse point and sucking there as the throbbing increased.
“Kevin…” She mumbled breathlessly. Kevin only took the sigh as a plea to continue and persisted on his trail to her cleavage, nibbling and suckling along the way. It wasn’t until Stephanie grasped his hair firmly and tugged his head up did he realize what she wanted. “We can’t, Kevin. We can’t and I won’t. I don’t want to be a part of your sick little games anymore. Go find some groupie to molest.”
Kevin growled at the way she just carelessly dismissed him and felt the urge to slap her. He wouldn’t of course, so he did the next best thing. His mouth crushed hers again, pressing his groin to her belly and allowing her to feel his frustration. He ground his thigh roughly against the meeting of her thighs, causing her to moan softly into his brutal kiss. She arched her back up to him, pressing her nearly bare torso to his naked chest. He pulled from her mouth but did not stop his grinding against her tummy and center, wanting her to experience a longing for him that he felt for her. He realized she was again clawing at his back, probably leaving tiny red welts where her nails scratched him but didn’t mind. Finally she began to grind to him, whimpering in high-pitched hums, and Kevin smiled. As much as he wanted to finish her off, he refused and moved away from her and off the bed. Her chocolate eyes instantly opened and she stared up at him in confusion. He gave a sardonic half smile and tossed her wrinkled shirt to her.
“Grab your shit, we’re going back to the hotel…”
Stephanie stared at him with a small gasp and tugged back on her shirt, grumbling an agreement.
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