The pure look of guilt on his face was answer enough, and I stormed off down the beach, screaming for everybody to stay away from me. I walked along the lapping waters and listened for the sounds of the party dying down the further away I walked. In the distance, I eyed the small, abandoned row boat we used to play in as kids and figured I would just calm myself down in there until I figured out what to do.
Just as I reached the boat, strong arms were wrapping around my shoulders and yanking me back, and Jase’s cold, hard voice was in my ear. “Charlie, enough. Fuck! Charlie…shit...Charlie, I’m sorry!”
Turning around, I shoved him hard against the chest. “Don’t you touch me! Don’t youevertouch me again!”
Before I knew it, he grabbed me around my waist and slammed my ass down hard against the edge of the boat and positioned his body between my legs. I quickly leaned back to get away from him, and with the momentum of my movements, we both fell into the boat, his body crashing on top of mine.
“Get off of me!” I screamed, throwing out my arms, trying to find purchase.
Slowly, he leaned up on both his arms, his chest rising and falling fast as he hovered over me. I was trapped between both his arms and weighed down by the heaviness of his body that had fallen perfectly between my thighs. I tried to wrench my body and twist my way free, wiggling between the hard length of him and the wooden boat floor.
“Stop. Stop…just stop fucking wiggling like that under me, Charlie,” he whispered as his eyes locked on to mine. A strange burn spread across my chest and heated my cheeks as our eyes, less than an inch away from each other, stared into one another’s. Both of our bodies turned stiff and rigid.
“Charlie,” he whispered my name. The way it fell from his lips sounded like a prayer, or a wish. My head spun and my heart fluttered with the ache of pressure that was building against his body between my legs.
His eyes searched my face, my eyes, my lips, my cheeks; like he was looking for me, but couldn’t quite find me. “You don’t hate me.”
“Yes. I. Do.” I insisted.
His body slid slightly against mine and I tried not to move, but the feel of him made my body throb and tingle everywhere I had skin—which was of course all over my body. My heartbeat started pounding in my ears, and the warm heat from his mouth as it landed against my skin made me want to move my body along his.
“Jase…”
Fight for me. Want me.
His lips collided against mine, devouring me, hard and strong. His tongue plunged past my lips and I took him in, kissing him back with everything I had. His body sank against mine, melting into me. Dropping to one elbow, he twisted his fingers roughly through the strands of my hair and his other hand,oh God, his other hand slid up the bare skin of my leg and gripped my ass through my shorts, pulling me harder against him. The pressure between my thighs tightened, and I could feel the hardness of him perfectly aligned with me–just his old, faded blue jeans and the thin material of my shorts keeping us apart.
What the Hell were we doing?
I didn’t want to stop him.
I wanted him, my God, I wanted that boy more than anything in the world.
But Jase was drunk, wasn’t he? I had a boyfriend, and he had Kylie. I knew all of this, and I didn’t care. His hands and lips felt so good.
But truthfully, I did care. I didn’t want him to kiss me because he was drunk. I cared so much that the tears started streaming down my face, mixing with our kisses.
“Jase,” I gasped out. “Stop, this isn’t right. You’re…you’re drunk. And you’re going to be so pissed off at yourself when you remember this tomorrow.”
I could barely catch my breath when he stumbled and twisted away from me as if I’d hit him. Backing himself against the other side of the boat, he froze, breathing hard and heavy, eyeing me like he’d never seen me before.
Sitting up on my knees, my head was spinning from the lack of his touch.
“I would never be pissed at myself for kissing you,” he bit out.
“You’re with Kylie, and I have a boyfriend,” I whispered.
“Damn it, Charlie. You ever kiss that little turd like you just kissed me? Because I never kissed another girl the way I kiss you.”
The snap of branches and sounds of footsteps silenced our conversation, but our eyes were still fixed together. I wanted to tell him the truth. That I’d never kissed anyone like I kissed him, that I never had that spill of warmth between my legs from anybody else but him. But I was so scared he’d laugh at me when he sobered up and then I’d lose my best friend forever.
“Hey, are you guys in the boat?” Joey’s voice called out.
Jase’s head thudded against the wood. “Wewillfinish this conversation one day,” he whispered.
“Fine. Just as long as you’re not drunk when we do it!” I snapped back at him.
Joey’s head peeked in over the side of the boat. Then Anthony’s head followed. Then, a whole bunch of other heads popped in.
