“It’s not your fault, besides, I’m more than happy you were there for me. That’s all I need.”
Mitchell O’Connell was the guy from school throwing the graduation party of all parties. But Clare and I wouldn’t know how it is going. We’re in Dog City. There’s another party at Tariq’s house which I’ve come to learn is the main base for the Dog’s Blood gang. Scar man is called Jermaine and he still looks at me like I’m a lost lamb he wants to herd anywhere but here. I still don’t feel comfortable here but with Darius at my back, I can live with it.
Clare’s dancing on top of the coffee table, high on coke and a bottle of beer in hand. She has no cares about anything and I’m worried sick for her. What does she think is going to happen if she takes too much and overdoses? Does she trust these people to look out for her and get her help? She doesn’t talk much to me anymore and I have no idea what’s going through her head.
“Stop worrying about her. Every choice she makes is her own,” Darius whispers in my ear.
I can’t help but frown. I can’t stop just because he tells me to. What kind of best friend just ignores this?
“You need distracting and I know just how to do it.”
He tosses his empty beer bottle into the nearby box of trash and pulls me up with him.
People move out of our way as he leads me up the stairs and into a bedroom I’d rather not be in.
The bed is unmade, dirty clothes and trash are scattered across the floor. The curtains look like they haven’t ever been washed and I dread to think of what stains are on the bed sheets.
“This room really isn’t distracting me, Darius.”
“Don’t stress, baby, I won’t let you touch anything, I just wanted a door between us and everyone else.”
I feel slightly better hearing that and relax against the door.
“So you graduated top of your class?”
“I did.”
“You’ve got me all proud and shit. My girl, all beautyandbrains.”
My girl. I melt at his declaration and wind my arms around his waist when he moves in and braces his arm above my head on the door.
“You looked good up on the stage getting your diploma.”
I gasp. “You were there?”
“I wasn’t going to miss it. I stayed out of sight so your dad wouldn’t see me.”
Before I can form any words, he adds, “For someone so smart, I’m glad you’re dumb enough to like me.”
“If I recall, it was you who said the universe made this happen between us.”
The corner of his mouth tugs up and takes my breath away when he slips his hand down the front of my jeans and cups my core.
“If I recall,” he mimics. “You get so wet for me, I should be able to slide straight into you.”
Heat courses through me and I shudder when I hear him working his belt without breaking eye contact with me.
“Why don’t you find out.”
“Turn around, hands up on the door,” he orders, and I follow.
He undoes my jeans and drags them down my thighs, my panties quickly chasing them. He skims his fingers over my clit and my knees buckle.
“Stay where you are, my sweet Amelia,” he purrs.
I hear him shuffling around in his jeans and then I feel him pressing up behind me. His arm wraps around my waist and he hikes me up onto my tiptoes. He thrusts into me, and I choke on the gasp bursting from me.
I’m always wet for him because I need to be close to him, so close, all the time. When we’re alone like this, nothing else matters in the world. It’s just me and him. He pounds into me, squeezing my breast and flicking my nipple with his thumb.
