Chapter 1
Amberlee
Jeremiah Dawson.
He’s owned my heart and soul ever since he walked through my front door with my brother on his first visit home from basic training. I was just a fifteen-year-old girl, but he was a twenty-one-year-old man; six years my senior. His dirty blond hair and sea-blue eyes sent an onslaught of butterflies dancing in my stomach. I knew at that very moment, even though it sounds crazy, he was the only man I would ever want.
But I was just Ryan’s little sister. I was firmly in the friendzone.
Jeremiah’s touch, however brotherly it was, set me on fire. A hand on my forehead, rubbing it, knotting up my hair. A playful shove when joking around. If Ryan or anyone else had done that, I would've been pissed. But when Jeremiah did it, I craved it and wanted more.
He didn’t know, no one did in fact, but when he touched me, all I wanted was to melt into his embrace.
I was still a virgin then, but my friends talked, and I overheard Ryan in his room with his many girlfriends when our parentswere out. Sex was not a mystery to me as far as the mechanics, but I yearned to experience it and wanted my first time to be with Jeremiah.
The third night of that visit crushed me. My parents were away for the weekend and since Ryan was home, he volunteered to watch me. Like I was a child who needed a babysitter. I was fifteen, I could take care of myself.
I was humiliated, but later I was broken. My heart was ripped from my chest and all hope that Jeremiah would notice me vanished.
My dreams were shattered because ofher.
Sylvia freaking Harrison walked through the door with Ryan's on and off again girlfriend since high school, Isa. I saw the minute Jeremiah fell prey to her charms.
She was gorgeous. Blonde with a large chest. The size all girls hoped for. She was petite, while I was slightly chubby. She had on a pair of cut-off shorts with the bottom half of her ass cheeks hanging out and a crop top that wasn’t any better. It showed off her perfectly tanned, toned abdomen and was so low-cut, half of her tits were hanging over the top.
They looked at each other like lovesick puppies as Ryan and Jeremiah guided each of them outside to the pool. She had her claws sunk into him already. My fantasy ended before it could even begin. The only problem was, my heart didn't get the memo. I was hooked. In my mind, no other boy compared to him.
I went to my room, not wanting to witness what I knew deep in my heart was going to happen. Sylvia had a reputation, and it wasn't for holding hands. She was looking for a way out of our small town and she had just been introduced to her meal ticket.
My bedroom window was cracked and the echo of their voices drifted up. A sane person would have shut it, put on headphones,anything to drown out the sound. But I wasn’t that person. I was a naïve little girl.
When the voices turned to moans, I punished myself even more, sneaking over to the window and peeking out. Ryan and Isa were gone, but Jeremiah wasn't. He was bare of all clothes as he kneeled on the ground, while Sylvia sat naked in the chair in front of him. She was leaning back on her hands with her head thrown back in ecstasy. Jeremiah's head was buried between her thighs, his face in her pussy, and whatever he was doing was making her squirm. I longed to be in her place.
He kept going, with her screaming in pleasure, before he finally lifted his head. He whispered something, and she said something back. I strained to hear, but couldn't make out what he said. He stood up, his rock-hard ass on display for me and I felt flutters in my stomach as wetness pooled in my panties. She shifted back on the lounge chair as he climbed up between her legs. And moments later, I saw him thrusting in and out of her.
My hand slipped down into my panties, and I stroked along my clit. It wasn’t my first-time masturbating. Hell, the last three days I had done it more times than I could count, but never with the view I had then. The only problem was that Sylvia was underneath him and not me.
Their moans continued to filter up as I rubbed on my clit harder and faster, every now and then allowing my fingers to slide through my wet folds, but never entering myself.
I was saving it for him. Nothing was entering me before him.
It was a pipe dream, and I knew it, but I could still hope. The more I watched, the more my fingertips circled my tiny little nub as pressure built inside of me. I should have moved back to my bed, but I couldn't. It happened then; electricity shot through me as a mind-numbing orgasm had me seeing stars.
A small moan slipped past my lips before I bit down, stopping any other noises from escaping. When I recovered, I looked backout the window at the pool. Jeremiah was still fucking her, but she was looking right at me, a devious smile on her face, and I knew the witch had caught me.
I pulled my hands from my panties, softly shut the window and closed the curtains, then snuck out of my room to the bathroom and quickly washed my hands. Sounds of sex from Ryan's room filled the hallway, and I wondered how I missed that. No doubt, I was completely caught up in my own pleasure, a pleasure that was stolen.
As I lay in bed that night with my headphones on, playing soothing classical music, my brain raced. Would Sylvia tell him I was watching? Would it piss him off? Worst of all, would he think I had violated his privacy in some way? I mean, he’d done it out in the open where anyone could catch him. But he knew no one was here, other than me and them.
Eventually, I drifted off into a restless sleep, filled with dreams reminding me that I lost the man I loved.
Three months later
Sylvia was pregnant and they were getting married. My worst nightmare had come true.
Ryan was home for a two-week break. He had come alone, but Isa had brought Sylvia over and they’d told Ryan, wanting to know how to break the news to Jeremiah. It didn't take long for him to be approved for emergency leave, especially after Sylvia claimed to be having cramps and was rushed to the hospital.
Stress is what they said caused it.
