Free Crossroads by K. M. Liss

CHAPTER ONE
     
    I tried to keep my mind focused on the gray
strip of road ahead of me, as I sped home, way too fast.
    “ Shit! Shit! SHIT!”
    I couldn't believe what I'd just done.
    Going bare with a girl I hardly knew,
fucking her like an animal over a table in her Mom's back yard?
    Jesus! What kind of guy am I?
    I didn't want to answer that question. I
didn't like what that made me. A few choice words sprang to
mind.
    I tried to cut myself some slack...
    I don't know what the hell came over me.
    But that was a lie. I did know.
    She'd made me take leave of my sanity. I'd
never been so out of my head in lust with anyone in my life as I
was with her. I couldn't stop touching, and once I had her close, I
wanted to touch everything in the most intimate way possible.
Nothing mattered but getting my dick inside her, as fast as
possible. I didn't stop to think, how, where, why or what the
fuck ... should I even do this? What had happened had been the
culmination of the heavy sexual tension building throughout the
evening and the inexplicable hold she had over me.
    It may be a cliché, but I'd never met anyone
like her before. It wasn't just the looks. It was the whole Tiffany
thing she had going on. Christ , she was an irresistible
package.
    From the minute she opened her smart mouth
and the put downs and frosty looks started to emerge, I was
hooked.
    I'd found out a little about her from
Cherry. She was a law student at UC Kansas; aged twenty and a
'nice' girl.
    I wanted a little piece of her style of
nice.
    I'd had far too much at the other end of the
spectrum.
    She painted a perfect, beautiful, picture in
my head - long blonde curls, large and expressive gray eyes, the
lips of my dreams, and the most gorgeous face and body I'd ever
seen. Not to mention the hottest ass, which she could move like
nothing on this earth. I'd been dying for her to move it on me.
    I wanted her. In a really bad way.
    I drew up to a junction and broke hard,
coming to a stop.
    I thumped the handlebars on my bike in
frustration.
    “ Fuck...what a screw up. ” My brain
was in turmoil, struggling with a mixture of post coital
exhilaration, and a heavy dose of guilt on top.
    I didn't know whether to punch the air or my
head.
    I was taking all the blame for that fuck up.
It was my fault. I'd pushed it. I'd lost control, and I'd
led the way - all the way. I should have been more in control of
myself. I was a responsible guy, normally.
    I hadn't intended to go that far tonight.
I'd wanted to kiss her; that was all; to leave her with a good
impression of me. In hindsight, what happened in the alley behind
the bar, should have been a warning to keep away... but once I'd
burnt my fingers, I wanted some more of that burn.
    I kinda lost my mind. I'm pretty sure we
both did.
    I wish I didn't keep remembering that
horrified expression on her face, when she told me to go... and the
flood of tears.
    I'd upset her so bad, and that hurt.
    I tried to sound cool about it, to make her
feel better, but it hadn't helped much. I wasn't used to dealing
with distressed girls. I wasn't quite sure what to say or do, given
the circumstances. I'd tried to hug her, but she wasn't having any
of that.
    She had every right to push me away and to
tell me to fuck off.
    Initially, my instincts told me to turn tail
and fly. But the better side of me hadn't wanted to leave her like
that, sobbing her little heart out, like we'd committed the worst
sin in the world. I needed to know she was okay and didn't think I
was a complete and utter bastard. I'd tried my best. All I could
think to do was to assure her that I wanted to see her again, that
she wasn't a two minute fuck and dump. But I couldn't do or say the
right thing. Seeing her standing there, as I left, had stabbed me
in the gut. I wanted nothing more than to take her with me and to
make things right somehow. Goddamn fucking anyhow. But I
knew she wanted me gone. Everything about her... her body language,
the look on her face... it