I whimpered in need and climbed his body with the help of his muscular arms wrapped underneath me. With my legs wrapped around his waist, he walked us to one of the bedrooms and laid down with one swift move. Our hands tore at clothes, our mouths sought more, and our breaths struggled to keep up. In our hunger, we didn’t slow down until we felt bare skin on bare skin.
Wyatt rose on one arm and searched my eyes, looking for the answer but afraid to ask the question. I simply nodded, giving him my approval to do to me whatever he desired. That was what I wanted, what I needed, and what I was ready to share with him. He’d proven his love and his devotion to me over and over. All I had to give him was all my love—all of me.
When he realized I’d consented, his body melted against mine in relief. And desire. And anticipation.
He went slow—being especially gentle and sweet. He never failed to romance me when we were alone, and our first time was no exception. His fingers stroked my face. His lips left a trail of hot, wet kisses across my skin. His hands explored my body. When the initial pain subsided, he increased his tempo and pressure until I tumbled over the edge of ecstasy like I’ve never felt before.
In the afterglow of our first time making love, our arms wrapped around each other, lying face to face, we swore our unending loyalty and undying love. I believed him. With my whole heart, I believed every word he said. We stayed at the beach house the entire day, exploring one another and talking. Walking on the beach and snuggling. Pretending we were free of all the stress in our lives and focused on each other. It was perfect.
Over the following month leading up to prom night, we made love almost daily. Our connection became addictive. The more I had him, the more I wanted. The scattered days spent apart were excruciating. He’d quickly become the most important person in my life, and my time with him was growing shorter and shorter. Every day marked off on the calendar brought me a day closer to my life goal and a day further away from the love of my life.
My heart was so torn.
The day of the prom finally arrived. Mom and Dad had saved up money to take me to a salon for upscale pampering. When I left, my hair, nails, and makeup were expertly done. My two-piece sky-blue halter top prom dress left an exposed midriff, a sexy and trendy combination. The crystal beaded bodice and flowing A-line floor-length skirt made me feel like an actual princess.
I’d finally worked up enough nerve to tell my parents about the weekend getaway plans. They were surprisingly okay with my planned debauchery. Over the past six months, they couldn’t deny how important Wyatt was to me, and that weekend was a rite of passage, of sorts. I packed a small weekend bag since we’d planned to drive straight to the beach house as soon as we left the ballroom.
A long, black limousine parked on the street outside my house, and the most gorgeous guy I’d ever seen stepped out of the backseat in a black tux, white shirt, and sky-blue cummerbund. He held a corsage in one hand and a huge bouquet of red roses in the other. His confident swagger carried him up to my door where I waited with baited breath.
“These are for our six-month anniversary, baby. I love you, Megan. You push me to excel in areas I’d never thought of before. You never let me settle for anything less than I deserve. You’ve taught me to be brave and stand up for what I want. All these things I am now is because I’ve watched you, learned from you, and wanted to be all those things and more. For you. For us.”
I buried my face in the bouquet of two dozen roses, inhaling their sweet aroma and swallowing the ball of emotion that choked me, cutting off my response. Tears of happiness fell on my cheek, and he wiped them away. “You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. No crying allowed, sweetheart. Not even happy tears tonight. We’re dancing, we’re celebrating, and we’re spending the entire weekend together. I promise this will be one weekend you’ll never forget.”
“You can’t say sweet things like that and expect me not to cry, Wyatt.” I laughed through my tears. “That was the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. I’ll never forget it, and I’ll never stop loving you.”
After the mandatory one million pre-prom pictures from both my parents and his, we picked up all the friends that were going to the beach house with us for the weekend. The house had eight bedrooms, so Wyatt’s father had arranged two limousines to drive all of us back and forth. The agreement was no adults would be there if Wyatt and Blair guaranteed there would no drinking and driving from anyone they invited. Thankfully, Blair and her crew rode in the second car, so I didn’t have to see her at all.
I’ll admit, I was antsy to get to the beach house. The prom was nice—for about thirty minutes. Then I was over the loud music, crowded dance floor, and tacky crepe paper decorations. When we finally left the ballroom, I was so relieved to begin our weekend of sun, sand, surf, and seclusion.
The lights were on, and music blared from the state of the art stereo system when we arrived. Wyatt looked up at the house and frowned. “Looks like Blair has been here for a while. She’s probably already drunk as hell.”
“I know what you’re worried about. We can avoid her tonight if you’d rather. I’m used to her, but I know how much her snide remarks bother you.” I ran my hand down his arm and laced my fingers with his.
He turned to face me and nodded. “Let’s just go straight to my room and avoid everyone. I have plans for you tonight anyway.”
“Let’s do it.” I wholeheartedly agreed with his plans.
The others jumped out of the limo and rushed toward the front door, screams of laughter echoed on the wind when they entered the house. Wyatt and I circled the house to the side door and up the back stairs to the top floor. Once inside his room, he locked the door behind us to keep the rest of the raucous crowd out.
“What are these plans you have for me?”
He grinned and pulled me into him. “I can’t get enough of you, babe. Can I convince you to try out a new position tonight?”
“There’s not much you can’t convince me to do, Wyatt Weston.”
With that, he helped me out of my dress and helped himself inside of me.
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Fast forward to Monday morning at school after a perfect weekend at the beach house. A weekend of mind-blowing sex with my gorgeous boyfriend. Walking on the beach, playing in the ocean, swimming in the pool, and lounging in the sand. A weekend with no cares in the world.
Fast forward to the worst day of my life.
Fast forward to the unimaginable betrayal by the one person outside my small family who’d convinced me he loved me.
Christine picked me up for school that morning. Wyatt had told me the night before that he wouldn’t have his car so he’d have to ride with Blair. There was no way in hell I’d ride with her, so my best friend was gracious enough to swing by my house and give me a ride.
As we walked into the school, conversations stopped and whispers ensued. Heads turned, watching me with knowing eyes and lecherous stares. Once I’d passed, the snickers and whispers started. Without even looking, I felt them pointing at me.
