The party is crazy; we've never had anything like this back home. Spencer leans in. “Dude, Jessica is all over you. I'll get Scarlett if you wanna go up with her. She's dragging you up there, fucking you with her eyes and everything, man.”Is she? Does she really want me? I'm so out of game and practice.
Taking a breath, I shake my head. “I don’t know, man. I don't want to do anything if she's been drinking, and I don’t even know her or her age.” Jessica brushes up behind me.
“Don't worry, Coach King. I'm the DD tonight, sober as can be, and I'm eighteen, legal, and so willing.” She grabs my hand, and my heart pounds like a bongo, forcefully and loudly. I look back at Spencer and nod my head towards Scarlett’s direction. He gives me a beer raise and heads off in her direction.
As soon as we get into the room, Jessica is on me like sugar on candy. She kisses my lips and down my neck. She tastes like peaches, so fucking good. We stumble over to the bed, wrapped in each other's aggressive arms, fighting to be closer, to feel more skin on skin. I break the kiss, reaching for my wallet, pulling out the condom. My hands tremble with nerves or anticipation, I don't know which, but I'm finally doing something for me, and damn it feels so fucking good. Sliding down her shorts, I lift her on top of me with ease. Her long blackhair tickles my hands as they graze her soft, bare back. My hand glides around her back, to her stomach, to her full breast.
With the other hand, I knead her hips, rocking her onto me. She rips off my shirt with intensity, as she bites and pulls at my bottom lip. Quickly, I flip her over onto her back, unbuttoning my pants, leaning over, creating a path of kisses from her lips to her neck, stomach, and hips, savoring the taste of vanilla.Fuck, she tastes so good.I loop my finger through the lace of her underwear. “Are you sure you want this?” She nods her head. “I need words.” Sinking a finger into her wetness, she lets out a wicked moan that nearly has me coming in my pants.
“Yes,” she moans breathlessly, as my finger pumps in and out of her.It makes me feral when she obeys my command—a surge of need pulses through me.
“So wet for me, Jess.” Sliding into her is electric, feeling something other than pain and failure. This I can succeed at, I can make her come for me, the best orgasm of her life.I needed this, this release, this control.Lifting her legs onto my shoulder, I watch her as I sink into her, pulling a gasp from both of us. She locks her legs around my neck, gripping my forearms with intensity. “That's right, hold the fuck on.” With those words and the way my finger applies pressure to the sweet spot that makes her back arch and fingers grip tighter, she comes. Loudly. So loudly, I wonder who can hear her, and that turns me on even more, thrusting into her, giving her everything I have until my climax reaches its peak. I come, a rush of relief, and a slight ping of guilt knowing I left Scarlett alone at a party, to do the very thing I told her guys would want.
Jessica and I walk downstairs; she heads to the bathroom, while I go to find Scarlett. She's sitting outside. A boy I don't know is sitting in the chair, and she's sitting on the armrest. A girl sits across from them on another boy's lap. I scan the room,and find Spencer sitting in the corner, eyes locked on Scarlett, death gripping his now crushed beer can. Making my way over to him, I can see the tension in his jaw in the way his neck muscles are flexing. “How'd it go? Who is that guy?” I snap him out of his attempt to kill the boy with his eyes.
“He is a senior in her same year. Player. Tries hooking up with all the girls. Has a list.” Disgust in his tone as he spits out his words with rage. “I've been watching. If one fingertip even grazes her, I've got him. I'm gonna knock his teeth in.” Is it bad that his hostility surrounding my sister’s safety made me proud? Is it bad that I agree with exactly what he's saying?
I hand him an unopened, uncrushed beer. “Cheers to that,” we cheer, and down the beers, before we both walk over and get Scarlett.
She remains on the armrest. I thought I'd be the one to initiate it's time to leave, but the moment we got to her, Spencer’s demand filled the space. “Up. Let's go. We’re leaving.”
She looks at him, horrified, then back at me, and I nod towards the door. “You heard the man, time to go.” The boy in the chair stands, smiling, and puts his hands in his pockets.
“Ease up, we're just talking. Who are you two anyway? Go find another girl to get in bed with.” I clench my fist. Swallowing the rising anger.
My voice comes out deep, deadly, and I want to be merciless. “I am her brother. Talk about you or anyone else taking my sister to bed, and I'll knock your lights out.” Scarlett gets up with horror on her face.
The boy backs up. “Come on, man, if she wants to put out, let her.” Just as I go to rattle his god damn brain, Spencer punches him so hard that he flies back onto the ground.
Shocked when Spencer doesn't stop. Where my punch would have been a warning, Spencer’s is a promise. He follows him down, pushing him into the cement. “Don't you ever fucking talk about her like that, you piece of shit! I've been watching you this whole time!” Punch. “Trying to get her on your lap.” Punch. Turning around, I see Scarlett with her hands over her ears, panic lacing through her fingertips, as panic courses through her body.
“Spencer! That's enough, let's go, man.” Spencer looks back, and his eyes land directly on Scarlett. Remorse and guilt crossed his face like a wave. He jumps to his feet, heading right towards Scarlett, but she turns and runs out the door.Fuck. This is not good.
We arrive at the car, and Scarlett is in the back seat, wearing her sweatshirt with the hood up. Spencer and I get in, turning around in my seat, I try to get her attention. “Letty, come on, look at me.” Nothing. “Can you just signal to me you're alive?” I wait as her arm moves, untangling from her sweatshirt, and she flips me off. Only this time, I think she means, fuck you.
Arriving home, Grant's car is still gone. Scarlett gets out, slams her door, and runs inside.
“Fuck.” I say as the front door slams shut.
Spencer shakes his head. “Dude, I fucked up. I severely fucked up.” No, I fucked up. I left her alone. I let her be vulnerable. This was my fault. I left her to get laid.
“Not at all, you're my best friend, and a damn good one at that. She'll come around.” I give him a small smile.
“I'll check in tomorrow, it's almost my curfew, I gotta get inside or my mom will be calling the cops.” I chuckle and wave him off. As I get upstairs, I stop at the top and quietly walk to Scarlett's room. I listen to her cries instead of stepping backto my room. I slide down her door and listen to the damage I caused. This is the price I have to pay for freedom.
Chapter 9
Landslide
Scarlett
My eyes sting when I open them, a feeling I am used to. My chest aches with a dull pain from too much emotion coursing through my body with no way out. My throat burns from the silent sobs I choked on. Anger crashes through me once again.I was doing nothing wrong. I wasn't going to sleep with him or kiss him or use his shoulders as leg rests. I was talking, innocently talking.Shoving my face into my pillow, I hear my doorknob twist and the door unlatch, and I know it's Levi. Grant would be too loud; he'd want to be seenbefore he strikes. He likes to taste your fear before he feeds on it. “Get out.” I choke on words as my swollen throat releases them.
“I'm sorry.” Levi's voice is tender. “Talk to me. We always talk about everything. Let me have it.” Fury rages, rattling my bones.
I fling my covers off and jump out of my bed. “You want it. Fine. You and Spencer embarrassed me in front of the entire school. Because why?! Because I was talking to a boy?! Because I was making friends?! Because I was having fun without you two? Not only did you embarrass me, but Spencer beat the shit out of him? Did that make you guys feel strong? Was it fun to beat him up for simply talking to me? I obeyed your rules. I took it easy. I didn't get felt up or whatever else you had in your mind that you thought might happen. No. I was having fun!” Levi steps forward as emotions fill his face, and his eyes moisten.
I place my hand up, stopping him. “No. You've made it so no boy will want to talk to me because you scared the shit out of the last one… so you get to sneak off and get laid byJumping Jessica, Jessica the girl who jumps dick to dick, and I don't even get to talk to a boy. I’m eighteen for fuck sakes, and I’ve never been kissed. I don't get to know what it's like to be kissed, to be wanted and needed. To have a sliver of what you felt in that room with her. The answer is no, right?” I gasp for more air because I'm not done with him yet. Tears leak from my swollen, red eyes. “Because I'm weak, I'm fragile, and now everyone knows. So, thank you for turning this fresh start into a landslide of cruel jokes and new bullies. Get the fuck out.” I crawl back into bed as tears stream down my face.
