EroticReverie

Caine Copeland

It’s the middle of the night and I can’t sleep , so I get up turn on some music and lay in bed. 

When I still can’t drown my thoughts , I go outside , grabbing a joint and lighting it as I stand outside and look around. My heart stops for a second as I see someone standing at the edge of the cliff. It stops again when I realize it Leona. Immediately my feet at moving. What the fuck is she doing at the edge of a fucking cliff in the middle of the night? 

“Leona” I call her name as I get closer and realize my voice sounds angry. Because it is. What is she thinking right now? Is she out here because she wants to look at the ocean or out here because she’s sad and fucking thinking of doing something stupid? 

Her head turns as she stands there in long pink plaid pajama pants and a long sleeved pink top. I curse myself for noticing the lack of a bra as she turns to me. Her nipples hard and poking through the shirt. 

“What the hell are you doing?” I ask and she frowns. 

“I’m …what? I’m just standing here. I..I couldn’t sleep” she says softly and I huff and move myself between her and the fucking cliff. 

“So you stand on the edge of a cliff in the middle of the night?” I ask , trying to calm my voice. But failing. She flinches.

“I…yes?” She says and my nostrils flare. 

“What if you fucking fell, huh? Then what?” I ask. Still fucking angry. 

“I…I’m not even that close” she says. 

“Close enough. Let’s go.” I say. Reaching out and grabbing her waist and turning her. 

“Go where? I’m just standing here I’m not…..did you think….Caine …that’s not why I was out here” she says and I keep guiding her away from the cliff and towards the guest house. 

“No? Is that why you knew exactly what I was thinking? Cause THAT never crossed your mind?” I ask angrily. 

“I wouldn’t do that” she says and I huff and bring her inside the pool house and she stands there. Wrapping her arms around herself as I lift the joint to my lips. 

“No more late cliff visits. Or daytime ones” I say and she cocks her head. 

“You took me there earlier.” She argues softly. 

“Well that’s when I was there, don’t go near that fucking cliff again without me, do you hear me?” I pull on the joint inhaling deeply and the letting the smoke billow out of my mouth. 

“That stuff smells.” She says and waves her hand and I grumble. 

“Tell me you won’t go near that cliff again.” I say through my teeth. 

“Alright. Got it.” She says and keeps waving her hand to disperse the smell of the weed.

“Here.” I say and walk through the guest house to the other side where we go out the side door to a small patio area. 

“Sit.  Talk. “ I say as I pull out a chair from the patio table and she sighs and walks over and sits. 

“There’s nothing to talk about.” She says as I sit on the other side of her. Where the smoke will blow away instead of to her. 

“There’s everything to talk about.” I say. 

She takes a deep breath and shrugs. 

“Was that your girlfriend?” She asks and I pause.  Then remember Jessie from earlier. I smirk slightly. 

“No.” I say. 

“Seemed like a girlfriend.” She says and I fight the grin on my lips as I lift the joint and take another pull. 

“Just a..friend” I say and she looks at me. 

“You do that in public with friends?” She asks and my grin spreads. 

“Sometimes” I say and then study her. 

“You were watching.” I say. 

“I was standing on the balcony, I had no idea you were out there making out with your girlfriend” she says. And looks away. Slightly blushing. She’s embarrassed. Either from me having caught her watching or the talk of it. Or both. 

“Not my girl friend” I say and she waves a hand. 

“Yeah yeah, whatever” she says and I smile slightly and take another hit. 

“You smoke?” I ask. Holding it out to her. 

She cocks her head and gives me a silent “really?” 

I laugh and pull my hand back. 

“Right. Pretty girl, is also a good girl.” I say. I realize it sounds judgy when her lips pinch. 

“There’s nothing wrong with being good.” She says defensively. 

“I didn’t mean to make it sound like there was, pretty girl.” I say. Smiling slightly as she shifts in her seat at my nickname for her. It suited her. She was pretty. Real fucking pretty. If she were a few years older , I might have had to disregard my mother and father’s rules of NOT messing around with her. All of my brothers and I got the warning from our parents. More so my younger brothers, they weren’t necessarily worried about me, being 23, and Cillian being 21.  Leona is the definition of a natural beauty. She’s also cute as hell with the whole good girl thing going on. Her good looks at her demeanor made her more than just pretty. More than just cute. And if I was an asshole , I’d probably try to get my hands on her gorgeous fucking body. I get like an assshole for even wanting to. Considering she just lost her parents. 

“So. No smoking. No swearing.” I say and she looks at me , trying to decide if I’m teasing her for it. 

“It’s a good thing. I know your parents must be proud.” I say. Both of us flinching. 

“They were.” She says softly. 

“They still are.” I correct her. 

She looks at me for a long time. I think she might cry again and then she looks down. 

“I don’t want to talk about them.” She whispers. 

“You should though. Eventually. Not now. I won’t push. But you should talk to someone , anyone. Doesn’t have to be me.” I say and she nods and I change the subject. Sensing she really doesn’t want to talk about it right now. 

“So why couldn’t you sleep?” I ask and she shrugs. 

“Just …restless. My mind won’t stop.” She says and I nod. 

“I have trouble sleeping. I always have.” I say offering my excuse as to why I was up late. 

“Insomnia?” She asks. And I shrug. 

“Yeah I guess” I answer and the put out the last of my joint in the ashtray. 

“Do you smoke a lot?” She asks. 

“What’s a lot?” I ask with a smile and she shrugs. 

“I smoke at least once a day , especially when I can’t sleep. It helps sometimes.” I answer and she looks at the ashtray. 

“Do you do other drugs?” She asks and I shake my head with a smile. 

“Nope.” I say and she looks at me. 

“Do you drink?” She asks. 

“Occasionally.” I say and then lean forward and brace my elbows in my knees and clasp my hands in front of me as I look at her. 

“I’m guessing you don’t.” I say. “Drink.” I add. 

She shakes her head. 

“You think I’m lame.” she says. 

I cock my head. “When did I say that?”

“You don’t have to.” She says. 

“I don’t think you’re lame. I happen to like that you’re a good girl.” I say as she looks at me and I watch her swallow. 

“So, boyfriend back home?” I ask and her brows pinch together. 

“You mean “friends” “ ? She asks. I smirk at her little teasing tone. 

“No. I mean boyfriend.” I say and she raises a brow at me and then lowers it. 

“No. Ive only had a couple.” She answers. 

I can’t imagine being the good girl that she is that she’s had sex, and it would be an asshole thing to ask. It’d be a pervert thing to ask.  So I don’t. Even though I want to know the answer. How far has she gone? And why the hell can’t I stop thinking inappropriate things about her? Why is it a struggle to train my eyes on her face instead of those gorgeous tits? Those fucking nipples. Still hard and still fucking taunting me and teasing me. I shake my head as if to rattle the thoughts about her from my head. Trying to pretend I don’t want to know how good she looks naked or how her tits would taste in my mouth. 

“I’m hungry. So you want something to eat?” I ask as I stand.

“No thank you” she says and stands. 

“You can come in. If you want. Unless you’re going to go to sleep.” I say.  

I should’ve let her just go back to the main house and let her thing our little hang out session was over. 

“I’ll come in. For a little bit.” She says as she looks up at me. I nod.  Taking a breath. 

“Alright then. Let’s go pretty girl” I say with a sigh and open the door for her. 

“You keep calling me that. Are you being funny?” She asks. 

“Funny? No. You’re a girl. And you’re pretty.” I say as if it’s nothing to acknowledge the fact a seventeen year old girl is attractive to me. 

“Does it bother you?” I ask , turning my head to look at her as she follows me to the kitchen. 

She shakes her head. 

“Good.” I say and then turn on the light in the kitchen. 

I make some crap junk food and she sits in the kitchen with me while I eat.  

It’s two am when I tell her we can watch tv till she gets tired. 

It’s two thirty eight when her eyes start to fall closed while we watch a movie on the couch on opposite ends. 

“I should go back the house” she says with a yawn. 

“You can crash here.” I say and she looks at me and shrugs. 

“What about your parents?” She asks. “Will they get mad?” 

“Mad at you for sleeping?” I ask. She rolls her eyes and yawns adorably and mutters. 

“You know what I mean” she says. 

I laugh softly. 

“You think my parents are concerned that I might ,what? Try something with you?” I ask and she shrugs. 

“Come on. There’s a room down here.” I say and she doesn’t argue. Even as she bites her lower lip. 

“Youre sure this is okay?” She asks.

“Yes” I answer her. 

Two minutes later I’m closing the door and saying goodnight. 

Twenty minutes later I hear the door creak open. So I get out of bed and find her sneaking down the hall on top toes. She turns around at the sound of my door. 

“Where you going?” I ask her. 

“Back to my room. In the house” she answers. Her eyes falling from my face to my chest and my boxers and back up. 

“Why? Is the bed not comfortable?” I ask. 

“I don’t think your mom would want me sleeping here.” She says and I walk to her and she tilts her head up to look at me. 

“It’s not like you’re sleeping in MY bed” I say. 

She licks her lips.  

“I’ve never been alone in a house with a guy” she says and I study her. 

“You were alone with Carden, and Charlie earlier, and me.” I say and she shakes her head. 

“Charlie is gay.” She says and I smirk. 

“Carden isn’t. “ I say. 

“Neither am I.” I say. 

“Okay but, that was during the day, not at night” she says and I step closer and she backs up. 

“Alright pretty girl. Let’s get you to your bed.” I say softly. 

“You don’t have to take me” she says.

“I don’t. But I’m going to anyways.” I say. 

“Wait here. I need to throw on some pants.” I say. 

Five minutes later we’re in the hall outside of her room.

“Umm. Thanks for the talk. And stuff” she says and I nod. 

“Mhm” I hum and lean down , and go to place a kiss on her head but she lifts her chin and her breath hitches. And it takes a split second decision for me to realize that she thinks I was going to kiss her. And I could either reject her. Or take the kiss. 

So. I take the fucking kiss.