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I pulled into Gloria’s garage a minute later and shut off the car. Then I turned to her.
“We really doing this?”
She grinned. “I don’t know. Are we?”
“You’re… Something,” I said, shaking my head.
“What am I?” she asked, a teasing tone to her voice.
“Come on,” I said, tipping my chin at her. I got out of the car and walked around to open her door, but she climbed out before I could. I took her hand and squeezed. Then we stepped out of the garage into the wet grass, the morning sun glinting on the dewdrops.
“Hurry, before someone sees us,” she hissed, and she took off, yanking my arm so I had to run with her or drop her hand. We raced across the grass, cold dew soaking our shoes, ourhands linked. A balloon of something light and buoyant swelled in my chest, like getting high and being freed from a shackle at the same time. By the time we arrived at Cotton’s pool house, my head was all turned around sideways, and we hadn’t even started losing our clothes.
Gloria swiped the key from under a ceramic fish decoration, casting me a glance over her shoulder as she unlocked the door. Her disheveled hair hung down her back, an invitation to follow the swaying lines of it to her narrow waist and hips, her little ass squeezed into those skin-tight Levi’s in a way I didn’t fully appreciate until that moment. She shoved the door open and grabbed my hand, dragging me inside. We were both breathing hard and trying to hold in our laughter as she closed the door quietly behind us.
I felt like a fucking kid again—a kid on Christmas morning, about to get the gift I’d been dreaming about for an entire year. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d laughed like this, felt like this. The last time I did something so stupid, so daring, so childish. Even though we were literally sneaking into someone’s house to fuck, there was something painfully innocent about it. It made me fucking sad even as the joy bubbling up inside me escaped with my laughter. Gloria giggled and stepped in, looking up at me uncertainly.
I liked confidence as much as the next guy, but seeing the bitch queen of the school looking at me like that was hot as hell. I slid my hands around her little waist, pressing my hand to her lower back and drawing her into me. Then I slid my other hand behind her head and leaned down to kiss her smart mouth. She was still smiling, and she made a little sound of surprise, her hands gripping my shoulders as I bent her back, kissing her hard, stealing the smile from her lips.
When I pulled back, she was breathless again.
“Okay then,” she said. Her nails dug into my shoulders, her gaze falling to my inked arms. “That’s how this is going to go?”
“Yeah,” I said. “That’s how it’s going to go.”
She swallowed, searching my eyes. “Can you put your phone up, though? Like, across the room, so I don’t have to worry you’re going to pull it out and take a picture to humiliate me.”
“Phones off,” I said. “Yours, too. And by the door. I don’t want you getting me killed, either.”
She nodded, pulling her phone from her back pocket. We powered them off and set them on the floor next to the side door, where she’d come in last time.
“You called the shots last time,” I said, smiling down at her. “This time, I’m in charge.”
“Can I have, like, a safe word?” she asked, chewing at her lower lip.
“You don’t need a safe word,” I said, chuckling until I remembered who her boyfriend was. That sobered me up. I slid my fingers through her glossy hair, tucking it gently behind her ear. “The safe word isno,orstop,orwait,or any other word you want to use to tell me you’re not into that. We’re doing this together, Lo. I’m not doing ittoyou.”
She nodded, and I wrapped my arms around her, trying not to fucking die when I felt her trembling against me.
“Unless you need a different word, in which case, you pick,” I told her. “Whatever makes you comfortable.”
She felt so good it ached in my bones, and I wanted to murder the bastards who treated her like they did, the way they treated my sister, the way they treated every girl. Instead, I held her, pulling her flush against me, and kissed her again.
“How about… Butterfly?” she asked, drawing back to look up at me.
“Whatever you say, butterfly,” I agreed, kissing the tip of her little, upturned nose.
“You can’t just call me that,” she said. “You use the word too.”
“I just did, butterfly,” I said. “I don’t need a safe word unless I can use it at school too.”
She looked away, obviously not wanting real life to encroach on this moment. Her body was as tiny and delicate as a butterfly in my hands, such a breakable thing for someone so strong and untouchable, someone who walked over everyone below her. Or maybe it was just because it had been so long since I touched a girl like her. I’d forgotten how hard an athlete’s body would feel against mine, her tits the only soft part. I saw girls of all sizes all the time, and I liked how Dixie felt against me, but there was a time when this was the only kind of girl I’d fuck. My body remembered.
Some caveman instinct rose inside me when I touched her, an urge to protect her from her boyfriend, though it made no logical sense. She’d chosen him. And I was a fucking traitor for what we were doing, and not just to Dixie. I was a traitor for wanting to kiss the girl who joined in the bullying that nearly drove my sister to the grave. I hated this girl, and I hated myself for wanting her, for how fucking right it felt to hold her in my arms. Again, I felt like my old self, a guy who could lay down the law and everyone would obey.
I hated that even after all this time, when Dixie had stuck by my side and loved me every fucking day while this girl went out of her way to make my life hell, I’d never touched Dixie and felt what I felt right now. It wasn’t about her body. It was about her, who she was. She wasn’t some pathetic dog I’d tried to pretend was girlfriend material. She was a queen. That’s why I felt like a king when she smiled at me.
My brain knew I shouldn’t want to fuck Gloria Walton. I should want to strangle her. If I was dying on the side of the road, she’d step over my body and keep on walking. But my dick was so hard it physically hurt at the sensation of her tight little body pressed up against mine. She whimpered into my mouth, a needy little sound that said the queen wanted me to defile her the way I did random girls at parties, strangers who meant nothing, who would crawl in the dirt and lick my boots.
