Rayn: Wrong IdeaMature

Okay, okay, so I’m running away from Matt, not my dad, but after what happened and how Kyle was being because I hadn’t fucked him in a while, can you blame me?

“Rayn, sweetheart,” I heard Sammy saying, her hand on my shoulder. She shook me gently when I groaned, making me open my eyes. “There’s someone here to see you,” she smiled.

“Kyle?” I asked hopefully.

“Tall, blonde, cute as fuck?” I felt the sleepiness slip away as I nodded, looking around.

“Where is he?” I asked, looking up at her with wide eyes.

“Outside,” she said helping me up, “c’mon, your rather gorgeous husband is waiting for you.” I wrapped her in a hug.

“Thanks for letting me stay here.”

“Any time, hon. You can come back if you need to.” I hugged her a little tighter at that and she chuckled, returning the squeeze gently. She let go of me and prodded my shoulder. “Go.” I did as I was told, climbing down from the tree house to find Kyle waiting for me.

I immediately climbed on him, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his torso. I caught a glimpse of him smiling as he cuddled me before I buried my face in his neck, breathing in the scent of home. I felt him kiss the top of my head, but I was too busy being clingy to really react to it in any way.

"Which hotel were you staying at? We can go back there for a bit and get your stuff, yeah?" I mumbled the name of the hotel into his neck and he kissed my cheek, turning to Sammy. “Thanks for looking after him.”

“Any time,” I could hear the smile in her voice and brought my face up long enough to flash her a smile back before Kyle carried me off to the car. I didn’t want to come unattached from him when we reached it, and Kyle had to do a bit of persuading to get me off him.

"It's just for a little bit, gorgeous," he told me, planting a kiss on my head. I whined. "You can snuggle me all you want once we get there,” he smiled. Yeah, I whined again. I didn’t wanna let go. I really had missed him. “Please, gorgeous.” Reluctantly, I let go and got in the car, literally just waiting for a chance to reattach myself to him.


The second we got out of the car, I climbed straight back onto Kyle, making him laugh a little. I felt like a little kid, making him carry me back to my room like this, but I didn’t really care. I wanted to cling, so I fucking clung.

We snuggled up on the bed, my head on his chest. I nuzzled it, pulling a hum from him as he tangled his fingers in my hair.

“I really missed you,” I mumbled.

"I missed you too."

I looked up at him, my eyes all wide, “I'm sorry I ran away again."

"It's okay," he told me.

"I don't feel like it is. I feel like you're gonna get fed up of it and give up on me,” I felt my lips turn downward at that thought.

"Why would I do that? I love you, silly." I shrugged, not sure why he would do that. I just felt like he would. It made me feel kinda sick. I pressed my face into his chest, rubbing my cheek against his shirt, wishing it wasn’t there in the way. It wasn’t so bad when his hand brushed across my scalp, but I wanted to be closer to him. Shuffling up a little, I saw the smile on his lips. His arms linked around me as I laid down on top of him and his lips pressed gently to my forehead.

It still wasn’t right. I didn’t even care if it ended up in us having sex; I needed skin on skin contact, and I needed it now. Frustrated, and a little wary of Kyle getting the wrong idea, I started attacking my clothes, peeling them off and throwing them on the floor. 

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