Rosewood High #0: Locke

by Tracy Lorraine

  “Fuck, Lys.”

  An accomplished smile turns up one side of her mouth.

  With her hand still firmly holding me, I push up and shove the fabric down over my hips to fully free myself. Her eyes drop to my newly exposed skin. She stares for a few long seconds, and if it weren’t for the look of awe on her face, then I might be worried.

  “I guess I was wrong, eh?”

  “With what?”

  “My guess that you have a tiny cock.”

  “My ego is fully warranted, baby.”

  “Ugh, please.” She rolls her eyes and laughs. “So, are you going to show me what you do with it?”

  “Too fucking right.” Climbing from the bed, and regretfully losing her touch, I dig in my suitcase for a condom and lose my last remaining item of clothing.

  When I turn back around, Alyssa is lying back on my pillow. Her dark hair is fanned over the light floral sheets, her chest heaving, and her core still slick with her earlier release.

  My cock twitches with the anticipation of being inside her, but the intensity in her eyes forces me to stay where I am so she can get her fill.

  “See something you like?”

  “Get back over here.”

  She opens her legs to allow me to settle between them and I make quick work of opening the small silver packet and rolling the rubber down my length.

  “You can tell me to stop at any time.”

  “I won’t, but thanks.”

  I kiss up her body, my fingers back inside her, making sure she’s as ready as possible for when I slide into her.

  Eventually, I make it up to her lips. I kiss her deeply and I pull my fingers from her body and tease her pussy with the tip of my cock. She tenses to begin with but soon starts to relax.

  Finding her entrance, I slowly push the tip inside. Her legs stiffen until I find her clit and start to circle it with my fingertip, helping her to relax and allow me to push farther inside.

  “I’m so sorry,” I whisper against her lips, knowing that what’s going to come next is going to hurt.

  “Just do it. I’m ready.”

  I hope like fuck that she’s right, but I fear she might be lying.

  Thrusting my hips forward, I grit my teeth as her tight, hot heat surrounds me. Fuck, I need to move so fucking bad, but I force myself to remain still until I know she’s okay.

  Her whimpers sound like screams in my ears and I hate that I’ve caused her any pain.

  I kiss her tenderly while continuing to stroke her clit in the hope it’ll spark some pleasure that will help to drown out the pain.

  “It’s okay. I’m okay,” she whispers against my lips.

  I flex my hips to see if she’s telling the truth and the sensation blows my fucking mind. She’s so fucking tight.

  “You feel so good, Lys.”

  A small smile appears on her lips. “Show me.”

  I do as I’m told and slowly pull out before pushing back in again. “Shit. This might not last very long.”

  “We’ve got all the time in the world to do it again,” she says, stealing my words from earlier this evening.

  “Too fucking right.”

  It’s only a few slow thrusts later that I know my previous words were correct. My release begins to tingle at the base of my spine long before I’m ready for it to.

  “Emerson,” Alyssa moans as I fold over her and take her lips on mine, wanting us connected in every way when I fall over the edge.

  My growl of pleasure rumbles up my throat as my cock twitches and I release everything I have inside of her.

  “Oh god,” she mutters, my own orgasm bringing her closer to her own.

  Next time I take her, I’ll make her come with my cock. But tonight, while she’s sore from her first time, I settle for making her scream with my tongue again. And that’s exactly what I do the second I pull the condom off.

  When we eventually fall asleep, it’s with her wrapped in my arms and tucked tightly into my body. Exactly where she belongs.

  8

  Alyssa

  Everything that’s happened from the moment I opened his bedroom door and walked into his room has been nothing short of incredible.

  We both agreed the next morning to keep what was developing between us a secret for now. We’re both aware that Mom knows something is going on, but it was important to us to be able to embark on our relationship without the opinions of others that we’re forced to spend every day with right now.

  It’s far from the ideal way to begin a relationship, but equally, the sneaking around and hoping not to get caught is pretty hot.

  As the days go on, the riskier we get. The little touches and the glances between us become more obvious. Mom sees most, but as far as we know, Dad and Levi are still clueless.

  During the day we continue like normal. I spend most of my time in my room doing my schoolwork or talking to the girls, and he’s either shooting hoops with Levi or getting worked hard in the garden by my dad. I’ve discovered that if I sneak into his room which overlooks the back yard, I’m able to continue working while watching him get hot and sweaty with a shovel.

  Life is pretty perfect despite the disaster that is the outside world right now.

  The longer we’re stuck in the house, the more I crave going outside of these four walls more and more. I can’t wait to be able to go and do something as simple as enjoy a meal like a normal couple, or even just a long walk on the beach followed by a milkshake at Ace’s. I want to party at Ethan’s and take Emerson with me to introduce him to my friends properly. They all know him. Everyone at Rosewood knows him and my brother. Together they took the basketball team to the state finals last year. Their reputation precedes them. But I want them to know him as my boyfriend, not just a legend on the court.

  “Mmm... I can’t wait until bedtime,” he murmurs in my ear while I’m getting the dishes out ready for dinner. Mom’s just taken the food out to the table, allowing us a few seconds of privacy before she returns for the glasses that are sitting on the side.

  “Me too.”

  Everything about the evening is the normal we’ve become used to. After we eat, Emerson heads outside to talk to his parents. They’ve moved from chatting on the phone to shouting to each other across our two driveways. I know it’s a part of the day he always looks forward to, knowing and seeing with his own eyes that they’re both fine.

  We all watch the day’s updates with dread filling our stomachs. We have no idea how long this is going to last, but having Emerson, that unknown bothers me less every day. As long as I have him beside me, I’m sure we’ll make it through this bizarre time almost unscathed.

  After excusing myself to my bedroom not long after my parents leave us to it, I strip out of my clothes and head for the shower. It’s been a hot and sticky day and I’m almost as desperate to freshen up as I am excited for Emerson to find me in here.

  It’s only ten minutes later when his bedroom door shuts and a shadow appears in the doorway to the bathroom.

  “I could get used to this,” he says, his eyes running over my naked and wet body.

  “What are you waiting for?”

  “Absolutely fucking nothing.”

  In the blink of an eye, he’s out of his clothes and rolling a condom down his length. He lifts me so my back presses against the wall and pins me there with his hips as his hands glide over my already wet hair.

  “I’ve been waiting all day for this.”

  I don’t get a chance to respond because his lips find mine.

  We’re still kissing, desperate to reconnect after a day of family and work, when he lines his cock up with my entrance and lowers me down onto it.

  We moan in pleasure, but both are swallowed by the other and the sound of the running water. Every time we’re together I worry we’ll be loud enough to arouse suspicion, but so far so good. I know each time we connect we’re one time closer to being caught. This can only go on so long when we’re stuck in a house with three other peop
le.

  “Your bed or mine?” Emerson asks as he passes me a towel to dry off once he’s given me two satisfying releases in almost as many minutes.

  The sound of Levi coming to bed is clear to hear now the shower is turned off and we’re no longer distracted by each other.

  “Mine. I always wake up wondering where I am when I stay with you.”

  “Ugh, that means I need to pack,” he jokes, hanging his own towel back up on the hook and walking butt-naked into my bedroom. I shamelessly stare at his ass as he moves.

  “I can feel you looking.”

  “Good,” I call back, pulling my toothbrush from the tumbler and loading it up with toothpaste.

  Realizing I forgot to bring up a bottle of water, I swipe Emerson’s jersey from the floor, pull it over my head and join him in my room.

  It’s huge on me. It hangs down almost to my knees and shows off way more side boob than I would usually be happy with, but I know how much he enjoys seeing me wrapped in his name and number.

  “As sexy as that is, I’d prefer you naked.”

  “I’m just going to grab a drink.”

  “Like that?”

  “It’s fine. Everyone’s in bed.”

  “Okay. Be quick.”

  I slip from the room and quickly make my way downstairs. I don’t turn any lights on; I don’t need to. I've lived here all my life. I can navigate in the dark without a second thought.

  I’m just pulling a bottle from the fridge when the light above me illuminates the room.

  “What the fuck are you wearing?” Levi booms.

  I spin, the shock of the blinding light along with his voice stops me thinking of the consequences.

  “Fucking hell, Alyssa.” He covers his eyes and I quickly cover up the excess boob I’m showing.

  “Why the fuck are you…? Oh no. Oh fucking no. Tell me you’re not. Tell me he’s not—”

  Before I have a chance to say anything, he’s moving.

  “Levi, come back,” I cry, rushing after him. Both our footsteps pound up the stairs. I can only hope we’re loud enough to alert Emerson about what’s coming his way.

  Levi crashes through my bedroom door seconds before me. I’m too slow. By the time I run into the room, he’s dragging Emerson naked from my bed. His shoulder connects with the wall as Levi throws him into it.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” he screams, pulling his arm back and planting his fist into Emerson’s face.

  “Levi, stop. Please, stop.”

  I fly at him, trying to stop him from throwing another punch but he’s too strong for me. So instead of trying to stop him, I stand between the two of them, hoping that my brother still has enough sanity left that he’s not about to knock me out.

  “Lys, what on earth is… oh fuck,” Dad barks, running into the room in Mom’s pink fluffy robe. He wraps his arms around Levi’s waist and successfully manages to pull him back.

  I turn to Emerson, whose face is already swelling, a trickle of blood running from his cut lip.

  “Here,” Mom’s soft voice rings out in my ear as my own robe is dropped over my shoulder.

  I quickly use it to cover Emerson up before turning on my brother.

  “What the hell, Levi?”

  “What?” he seethes. “Don’t act all innocent. He was in your fucking bed. Naked.”

  “Yeah, I’m aware.”

  He tries jumping from Dad’s hold but is unsuccessful. Instead, he stands there with his chest heaving and his teeth bared in anger.

  “I’ll fucking kill you for touching her,” he snaps over my shoulder at his best friend before turning and removing himself from Dad’s arms and leaving my room.

  Dad looks between the three of us before focusing on Mom. “You knew, didn’t you?”

  She shrugs. “I was just allowing them to explore whatever is between them in peace.”

  “How well did that work out for you?”

  “All right. There’s no need for that. You need to go and calm your son down. I’ll take care of things here.”

  “I’m fine,” Emerson mumbles from his slumped position on my bedroom floor.

  Dad disappears, doing as he’s told.

  “Lys, go and get the first aid kit from the bathroom.”

  I rush from the room as she bends down to check Emerson’s injuries. “I hope it was worth it,” she says to him quietly.

  “Every second.”

  With a smile on my face, I make my way down the hall to get what she needs. The sound of my brother’s shouting comes from somewhere downstairs, but I ignore it. He’s overreacting.

  Mom and I clean up Emerson’s face before she leaves us to it. She pauses when she’s at the door and looks back at both of us still on the floor. “Just give him time. Don’t rub it in his face. I would tell you that maybe Emerson should go back to his own room, but I know it’ll fall on deaf ears. So… just be discreet, yeah?”

  “I thought we were,” I say as she disappears, closing the door behind her.

  “Come on, let’s go to bed.”

  I help pull Emerson from the floor and after pulling off his jersey, I climb into bed beside him and curl into his side.

  “I’m sorry,” I whisper, kissing the underside of his jaw.

  “It’s not your fault, baby. I knew it was coming sooner or later.”

  “Did you mean what you said to my mom?”

  He’s silent for a few seconds as he thinks back. “You heard that, eh?”

  I nod.

  “Yes, I totally meant it. He can dish out as much pain as he likes, It won’t make me regret this.” His arms wrap tighter around me and his lips press against the top of my head.

  I lay there for the longest time, running the events of the night over and over in my head. It was my fault. If I’d just put my robe on to go downstairs, Levi never would have thought anything of it.

  He came back up to bed a few moments ago. Every muscle in my body tensed as his footsteps paused outside my door for a few seconds too long. The last thing any of us need right now is for him to walk in and find us together.

  Once I’m confident that Emerson’s asleep, I slip from his arms, pull on my robe, and quietly step from the room.

  I make my way down to Levi’s bedroom and knock.

  “Yes,” he barks, and I push it open and step inside.

  I stay by the door with my fingers wrapped around the handle, just in case I need to leave fast.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Are you?” He’s sitting on the other side of the bed with his back to me and his head hanging between his shoulders.

  “Of course.”

  “Sorry you ever touched him or sorry you got caught?”

  “Neither,” I say honestly. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

  “Lys,” he breathes, pushing to his feet and turning to me. It takes a moment, but eventually his eyes lift to mine. “I’m sorry too. I freaked out.”

  “A little.”

  “It’s just… you’re my little sister and he’s…”

  “Your best friend.”

  “I was going to say a dog, but yeah, that too.”

  Silence descends between us.

  “Is… is it serious?”

  “As serious as I think it can be right now.”

  “Oh god.” He looks up to the ceiling. “You’re in love with him, aren’t you?”

  “Yeah, I think I am.”

  “Fucking hell, Lys. Of all the guys.”

  “I know. It’s always been him though, Levi.”

  “Well then, I guess that’s how it’s meant to be. Please just refrain from making me watch.”

  “We’ll do our best.”

  “Now get out of here and go and look after your… boyfriend.” The way he says that word makes me laugh.

  Walking up to him, I press a kiss to his cheek. “Thanks, bro.”

  “You’re really, really not welcome.”

  I’m laughing as I leave his room, but I come to an abr
upt halt when I find Emerson leaning against the wall outside Levi’s room with a wide smile on his face.

  “What?” I ask hesitantly.

  “Say it again.” My brows furrow. “I want you looking at me when you say it this time.”

  “Wha—oh.” I step up to him and run my palms up his chest until I link my fingers behind his neck. He’s so tall that I end up on my tiptoes with the entire length of my body pressed against his. I stare into his blue eyes and swallow down the emotion threatening to clog my throat. “I love you, Emerson Locke.”

  “I love you too, baby.” His arms come around me and I sigh in contentment; that is before the sound of my brother’s voice hits us.

  “Really? Right outside my door? Fuck off.”

  We both bark out a laugh as we apologize and make our way back to my bedroom to quietly spend the night proving exactly how we feel.

  Epilogue

  Alyssa

  Six months later…

  * * *

  “I can’t believe you’re not taking me to college,” I say to my parents as we stand on the driveway. Emerson’s car is idling behind us, loaded with all my stuff ready to make the journey to Maddison Kings University.

  “Someone can be very persuasive,” Mom says, looking up and smiling at Emerson, who’s waiting for me to say my goodbyes. It’s crazy, the university isn’t all that far away and we’ve already planned to come back the weekend after next for Dad’s birthday. It’s not like I’m moving to the other side of the country.

  “I love you both.”

  “We love you too.” Two sets of arms wrap around me and tears burn my eyes.

  “I need to go.”

  Mom sniffles, proving that I’m not the only one trying not to fall apart right now.

  “Call us when you get there.”

  “I will.”

  I climb into Emerson’s passenger side without looking back.

  “Okay let’s go.”

  “It’s okay to cry, you know.”

  “I know. I just feel ridiculous getting all emotional about this.”