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As he stares at me, he starts unbuttoning his shirt in a methodical manner, before removing it. I see ink from my peripheral vision. Then he comes between my legs, me sitting on the seat and him on his knees on the floorboard. I lean back against the seat, creating an angle to make this work. He leans in, our mouths close but not touching. Something silky breaches my opening, and then he bucks forward, entering me. “I’ll remember that day for the rest of my life,” he says, letting me into that depth of his core he doesn’t often do.
“And I’ll remember this one—the day I saw you break your poker face.”
Without pause he thrusts in and out, picking up pace with each one. I seek his mouth, wanting more. We kiss and rub, groan and grind, going at it in this car like two horny rabbits, slipping and sliding against each other from how wet I am. He strokes my clit with cause, bringing me to orgasm quickly, and soon after, he stills inside of me. I smile at him when he leans back a little to look at me. “That was fast.”
“Fuck you,” he returns my previous phrase, a laugh tumbling out right after. “I can’t help it you have my nuts wound tight. I’ll make up for it when we get to the house.”
I’ll never admit it’s the best compliment when he can’t last, because sometimes, he can go for a while, like when he’s drunk. Without another word, I grab the back of his neck and tug him in, our lips locking once again, this time much softer and slow. He rubs his hands up my thighs, rounding my hips, and then continues north until he’s holding a breast in each hand.
The car rocks slightly, pulling my attention to the sound of weight being exerted on the leather of the seat. My eyes connect with a set of light, glazed-over ones, a drunk smile present. “Looks like I missed the show,” she says, thankfully alone. Her eyes drift downward, very obviously looking at Landon without a shirt, his jeans and boxer briefs pushed to his thighs, the two of us hooked together at the genitals because he’s yet to pull out of me.
I fight the smile when Landon leans back and pulls out, letting his dick come out of me with her watching, then he casually works his jeans over his ass and dick before fastening them. I guess it was time my friend caught us. All of his friends have. The thing I love about him is that he never acts embarrassed about it, which is a confidence booster for me. “Pae-Pae, is that really what you broke the seal with? The motherfucker is hung. No damn wonder you went for the country one.”
“What?” I say all innocently. “I got a sneak peek when he answered the door. The rest is history.”
She lays on the seat and her eyes close, confirming she’s well past drunk. “Some bitches get all the luck. Share some of that size with Chase, would ya? By the way, I’m crashing with you guys. I promise to be discrete when I listen.”
I laugh, surprised she said that out loud. When my eyes meet Landon’s, he’s holding out my dress, his shirt already back on but left unbuttoned. I grab ahold of it, but he doesn’t immediately let go. “I love you,” he says, rendering me speechless, because that’s the first time he’s said it in front of someone else.
“I love you too.”
His eyes dip briefly. “Mine. I love when you act like it.”
My smile returns from the spin he put on the phrase he used at the bonfire when I stayed with him. “Always, baby.”
SEVEN
LANDON
Istare at the dark ceiling. I’ve always thought that if I walked in on a scene with my girl under a guy, it’d be because she was an unfaithful slut. Not this. I can’t get that image out of my head. The way she looked pinned down on a bed with someone on top of her, kicking and bucking and fighting. I’ve used girls for sex for a long time now, but it’s always been consensual sex. They may not have been using me, but all of them were aware I was just in it for the sex. I’ve never lied about my intentions. The idea of forcing my dick in someone makes me a little queasy, and that says a lot.
Something told me to go find Paxtyn. There was a feeling in my gut I couldn’t shake. While my male brain realizes it doesn’t take long to pee, girls stall for shit like makeup, so her being slow could’ve been normal. She’d been drinking too. Her prolonged absence in a packed house wasn’t sitting right. Her dress was barely covering her ass and she had cleavage peeking out. I can’t be pissed about the way she dresses when that’s the way I met her, part of what drew me to her. If guys want to look, then fine, but that doesn’t mean I won’t beat their ass if they touch. Paxtyn is by far the hottest girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on, and she knows it too. She sure as fuck doesn’t look seventeen. She also plays off the fact that she doesn’t.
I was already on edge because I was likely the only of-age person there, which could put me in jail for contributing to minors. I may buyheralcohol, but I take that risk because we’re always low-key with friends, and she’s my girl, not my kid. Contributing in number—not my thing. We all work hard to get to twenty-one, do our time. No one gets an easy pass. That place was a target for cops, and I wasn’t in my home state, which would at least give me a chance of getting it fixed by a known cop, unlike here, where I know no one.
I’d already checked the bathrooms I was directed to on the lower floor. I heard her yelling when I got to the second floor. Everywhere else it would have been drowned out. My heart was pounding out of my chest, anticipating what I was about to walk in on. I don’t think I could’ve been prepared for the worst if I had forced myself to believe that’s what was happening.
Then I saw it and I’ve never wanted to stop a heart like I did when I got my hands on him, and I’ve fought for my mom before. I couldn’t even focus on the fact that he had his dick out. All I could do was swing and hit. Thankfully, something forced me to stop when I knocked him out.
My emotions were spinning out of control in a way they haven’t done since senior year. I knew I had to go somewhere alone to calm myself down. I just needed fifteen minutes. I should have known the stubborn bitch wouldn’t listen. I’d only cried one time since I was a kid ‘til tonight, and that was when everything came out about my mom and coach and my parents were getting divorced. Guys at school were having a heyday with it. If was more of an angry cry back then, though.
This was an unstoppable force. I felt the build the second relief hit that she was okay and he was dealt with. I didn’t want her to see it, despite how much more human it makes me seem, and hours later, they’re still looping on repeat even though she acts fine and has since she got in the limo with me.
I fucking hate feeling in ways. Being numb isn’t all bad. I was stable when I didn’t give a shit. She hit me like a freight train, and now I’m so far past fucked up over her I can’t see straight. The guys were right. From the second I met her, I was biding my time to join the fucking club, regardless of how long I deny it. It’s getting to the point that I hate going to work—something that’s always been a welcome distraction from home. I’ll never admit that.
“How long have you been awake?” she asks, her voice groggy to prove she just woke up. She’s on her side of the bed, though, which is odd for her. She’s been a bed hog since I met her, taking the middle every time.
“Never went to sleep.”
“Are you mad at me?” she asks in a tone much too self-conscious for Paxtyn.
I turn on my side, mirroring her, one arm under my pillow. The moonlight is coming in through the doors of the master bedroom, giving me a dim view of her face. We put the bed in here when we finally got one. “Why would I be mad at you?”
She reaches up and swipes her hand beneath her eye like she’s been silently crying. She shrugs. “I don’t know. We sort of fought at my house right after you got there, you popped off about not drinking at the party, and thenthathappened. You’ve seemed pre-occupied ever since. You haven’t touched a drink when you’re a drinker, only dipped, which you only seem to do now when you’re anxious or agitated. It’s been noticeable enough that Navy got someone to come pick her up. I’m sure she thought we were going to party when she invited herself to stay. Now you’re lying awake and staring at the ceiling. If you are, tell me, I can take it.”
A smile tugs at my lips, and I drape my arm over her side, pulling her close to me, before wrapping my leg around hers to lock her in. “I have no doubt that you could, but no. My head is a little fucked up, that’s all. I’m more curious as to how yours isn’t.”
“I don’t know. I’ve always sort of looked out for myself, but with you, I don’t have to. You proved that when you came in hunting, just like you said. You’re reliable. But in my head, I was going to get away or die trying even if you hadn’t.” She sighs. “At least I got answers about that bullshit bet. Can we just forget it happened? I don’t like us like this. I can do fighting, I love the games, the sex, the constant back and forth, but I hate this. You’re shutting me out more than you ever have since we met.”
