Random Acts Of Crazy by Julia Kent Read Free Book Online

was concerned, she was amazing, someone I enjoyed spending time with and wanted to get to know better, weird life and all. So much of my life back in Mass felt robotic compared to this, like I was attached to a lung machine that breathed for me, a computer that decided what I ate, studied, thought, did – felt . Here, though, I could take deep breaths, could feel a bit dizzy, but had as much space and air and time as I wished.
    And I could feel whatever I wanted, and right now, I wanted her .
    A kiss was the only answer I had, and for Darla, that seemed to be enough. Given what I had on me, that was all I could really give. Literally, because I wasn’t giving up the Mylar blanket or my hat. Once a man gets a taste of luxury, he wants to hang on to it. As she melted into me, a hunger for all that she was filled me with desire, a raging powerful sense that I was enough.
    And if this crazy, blasted-out trip was about learning that lesson, then thank God for contraband peyote and brash blondes.

Chapter Four

    Darla
    The feel of Trevor’s soft lips on mine mixed with my own salty tears nearly snapped me in two. God damn Davey and God damn Mama and God damn this podunk town where nothing good ever happened and I felt like the only ambitious crab in a pot full of slacking motherfuckers who grabbed at me with their claws and dragged me back in, over and over, every time I tried to do one God damn thing that made me feel better about myself, or to experience a flash of brilliance about life outside of this God damned place.
    Right now, Trevor was like a god, even though I knew he wasn’t. Not really. And he would disappear as soon as his friend Joe arrived, so I needed to ignore the crabs ( OK, that just sounds weird… ) and take my chances while I could, savoring every second of those sweet lips, his gentle hands, his caring soul and his hot, hot body.
    Time to get even realer and show him where I lived. My bedroom door had a lock on it, and with a loud enough fan and some music, I could fake a sense of privacy so we could make love and I could pretend it would last forever.
    Or, at least, an hour. I could live with an hour. Was it too much to ask for an hour of pleasure with the lead vocalist of Random Acts of Crazy, Trevor’s tongue caressing me randomly right now, his hands on my hips and one palm sliding up the hot skin of my –
    “Stop,” I gasped. “Let’s go to my place and we can have a, you know.” The word escaped me, my mind still reeling from the pleasure of what we’d almost done, his lips on my navel, aiming lower, how it felt to be touched as if my pleasure were his only goal. So far, he hadn’t said a thing about his own needs, and I’d imagine he had a case of blue balls that made Veruca Salt look tiny.
    Wait, Veruca wasn’t the big round blue one. That was…that was…that had felt so good I couldn’t think….Violet Something. Violet…Violet…. The word. Snap out of it, Darla, the other word!
    The word. Four posts. Mattress. Box spring.
    “Bed!” I shouted. “The Mylar blanket and the occasional whiff of the stale bathrooms was lovely and romantic and all, but a bed would be even better.” My mind raced as the words came out of my mouth, because the trailer where me, Mama, and my uncle lived? I wasn’t sure it was much better, after all, than a Mylar blanket and that unidentified smell.
    Eek.
    I was all in, though, and if he turned his nose up at the way I lived, then who cared? He’d leave soon and I wouldn’t have to deal with any of his judgment, right? Just reveling in what I’d already gotten from him, what he’d allowed me to give, would keep my mind and heart occupied for a good, long time.
    Anything else right now would be extra.
    Trevor seemed to like extra .
    As I pulled out from the parking lot, he wouldn’t stop looking at me, his eyes drifting across my features. Self-conscious, suddenly, in a brand new way, I forced my eyes on the road and made my heart calm down as much