I do a basic math check and head back to the classroom, knowing there’s one person left in there. Rhett and I nearly bump into each other in the doorway. I move quickly, pushing him back.
Closing the door behind us, I turn to look at him. He looks stunned. Guess I can still surprise you, huh, Rhett?
“It’s time to talk,” I say firmly, not sure where all this courage is coming from. They’ve been systematically kicking down my defenses, humiliating and tormenting me. Nevertheless, I ride the wave, as always. Whatever I have left to fight, I use it.
Rhett doesn’t speak, though. He leans against the teacher’s desk, instead, crossing his arms and putting on a bored grimace.
“What is going on, Rhett? None of this makes sense, and I need you to be honest with me. I thought that’s what you want most out of people, right? Honesty?”
He scowls at me, and I’m practically quivering in my sandals, but I keep my chin up.
“We used to be friends. We were so close… if none of it was real, if you wanted it to be over… all you had to do was say so,” I continue. My voice trembles, but I need to get this off my chest. This is his last shot at decency. Afterwards, I start playing dirty, and I will prove to him that they picked the wrong girl to fuck with. “I would’ve kept my distance. I would’ve walked away.”
“Would you have walked away, though?” he asks, his gaze smoldering enough to melt my skin off. Clearing my throat, I give him a nod.
“Had you told me, yes. I don’t think I’ve ever given you the impression of a clingy, emotionally-damaged floosy, Rhett.”
He thinks about it for a moment, then shakes his head as he glances to the side. “There’s a lot I didn’t tell you, Elly. A lot you’re better off not knowing.”
This is somewhat refreshing. Unlike Gage and Kellan, Rhett is actually giving me something to go on. As cryptic as his words may sound, I can find meaning in them. Not much, but just enough to prove my stubborn theory that there’s more to this conflict than just The Hotshots being absolute dicks. There’s something I missed beneath the nasty surface.
“What’s your endgame here, Rhett? Getting me out of school? Running me out of town?
Why? I’ve had enough of this bullshit. And you know damn well that I deserve better than this! I need the truth. Now.”
I barely recognize myself. My true self. I’ve spent the past couple of weeks feeling awful and misunderstood and confused—emotions that never brought me down before. The damage the Hotshots have inflicted upon me will take time to heal, but if Rhett gives me the truth now, maybe I’ll forgive them. Maybe I’ll just say goodbye to what we had in summer camp and move on. But I need to understand why they’re so hellbent on pushing me away.
Rhett gives me a pained look and, for the first time since we’ve found ourselves in the same town, I feel like he’s finally being honest with me.
“We’re dangerous, Elly. We’re not the kind of people you want to have around right now,” he says. “No one is safe with us. Just leave it at that and find another school to finish the rest of the year. You’ll be doing yourself a favor if you listen to me.”
“Screw you, Rhett,” I reply, anger pumping through my veins. “I didn’t come here of my own volition. My mom moved us here after she and my dad signed the divorce papers. Mind you, that happened shortly after summer camp, so it’s not like I had any time to plan anything. You’d know all this, had you read any of my texts.”
“I have bigger problems to deal with than your parents’ divorce, Elly. The world does not revolve around you.”
“It doesn’t revolve around you, either, but I’ve still shown nothing but respect and decency where you three are concerned. I expect the same,” I say, pointing an angry finger at him. I’m barely managing to prevent myself from jabbing it into his chest. “Come on, Rhett. What aren’t you telling me?”
His expression shifts, and I can’t quite understand it. His shoulders drop as he pushes himself back into a standing position. He takes a couple of steps forward, his tall frame looking to intimidate.
I refuse to move back. He’s not going to scare me away this time.
“Why are you so persistent?” he asks, the shadow of a smile rushing across his face. “Is it because we have… unfinished business?”
“What unfinished business?”
I know exactly what he’s talking about, but I’m not going to satisfy his kinky curiosity. If he’s hell-bent on a sassy comeback, then he’d better shoot and not miss.
“The hunting cabin, Elly.”
The way he says my name makes my knees get all weak. “You finished everything the moment you flicked those tampons in my face,” I say, trying to control my ragged breathing.
Flashbacks return to torment me, and I can’t go down like this. I can’t let him defeat me with the mere mention of a moment that could have changed our lives forever. “There’s no unfinished business, Rhett. Only the question of why you three are literally bullying me.”
He moves closer, and I can no longer focus. He still has that effect on me, and I don’t know who I hate more—him, for instilling such feelings, or myself, for my weakness to let all this go. His fingers move slowly up my bare arm. Electricity seeps through my skin and travels all over my body before it nestles between my legs. Whatever he’s playing at, I’m not good enough and obviously not strong enough to stop it.
“You mean to tell me you haven’t thought about it since last summer?” he asks, his tone annoyingly innocent.
“What point is there, if this is how you choose to treat me? Do you really think I’ll be all soft and mushy after you fill my locker with used condoms and call me a fucking whore? Get a grip, Rhett.”
Nice comeback! Hopefully, I’ll keep at it. The more he looks at me, the softer and mushier I feel. I lied through my teeth just now, but it’s for a good reason. I can’t let Rhett call the shots here. If he’s mobster material like Kyle says, then I won’t defeat him by being submissive. I will beat him at his own game. Strength over everything else.
“You’ve changed,” he mutters, looking somewhat surprised. “I mean that in a good way.”
“And you’re digressing. Truth. Now.”
“You wouldn’t understand, Elly,” he says. It’s insulting.
“I’m not an idiot. You can try explaining.”
“Actually, you are an idiot, because you still can’t get it through your thick head. Leave this school, Elly. Get out.”
My hand shoots out, going for a heavy slap. He catches my wrist, gripping it firmly. I keep forgetting he’s not Gage. Rhett’s reflexes are cat-like. I made the wrong move, because now he’s touching me, and I’m equal parts terrified and thrilled by what might happen next.
He stares at me for a short while. My heartbeat drums in my ears.
“Let me go,” I whisper.
He yanks my arm and I lose my balance. He catches me in a tight embrace, causing my breasts press against his toned, muscular chest. Only two thin layers of fabric separate us, and I no longer have control over my body. The Rhett effect is too powerful, even now… but I cannot accept defeat.
Almost wanting to cry, I try to pull myself back, but his arms are wrapped tightly around my waist, and I can’t move. I can only feel his body—every muscle, every line… the hard bulge in his jeans, fitting perfectly against my lower abdomen, where heat continues to gather, threatening to explode.
I look up. His expression is carved in stone. Shadows and flames dance in his eyes, as he parts his lips to maybe say something. “Let me go,” I try again, but even I’m no longer convinced that this is what I want him to do.
Without warning, he lowers his head and catches my mouth in a ravenous kiss. As if a kill switch is flipped, I lose myself. I forget why I’m here. I forget what day it is. Nothing matters anymore. Nothing except the taste of Rhett. We’ve never kissed before, and my heart almost gives out, his lips soft and his tongue darting and exploring everything in its path. He groans as his hands start
moving up and down my body.
We’ve been holding this in for so long… the glass is full and overflowing now. It’s past the point of no return, and all I can do is give into it. The world disappears around us, replaced by diluted smudges of cream and chalkboard green and teacher’s desk brown and maybe a strip or two of blue sky, as we abandon ourselves in the fire that has been consuming us since day one.
Left unattended, it has become a blaze, a devastating wildfire that neither of us can control.
We’re not Elly and Rhett anymore. We’re something else entirely.
He deepens the kiss as I push myself against him, wanting him to feel my breasts as I desperately revel in the fabric of my dress rubbing over my hardened nipples. He’s hard as a rock, and I move my hips, eliciting a delicious reaction from Rhett as he shoves a hand in my hair and pulls my head back.
I gasp, as his other hand moves down and grabs my ass, gripping firmly, his fingers digging into my chest. A whimper leaves my lips and he trails kisses down my neck, biting and licking along the way. His hands slide around like snakes, finding the front buttons of my dress.
We kiss again, this time with hunger like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I’ve been wanting to do this for so long, I’m fucking mindless right now, downright exhilarated, excited beyond any semblance of self-control.
I’m wet and hot as hell, as I start working on his belt buckle. Whatever this is between us, it’s burning fast and we need to keep up. His eyes are so dark, they’re almost black and he unbuttons my dress to find my sheer lacy bra.
“Fuck, Elly… Fuck this all to damnation,” he mutters and peels the cups down, letting my nipples loose. They perk up as soon as they find air, and Rhett starts working on them, suckling and licking and making love to me with his mouth, while I struggle to breathe, unbuckling his belt.
He rubs my breasts, kneading them like dough. With his mouth he continues to suck and nibble, sending me down a spiral of what is undeniably the most wonderful madness. “Oh, god…” I whisper, tilting my head back when he bites a little harder.
Tension swells in my core, and I’m not sure how much more of this I can take.
He keeps his mouth on my nipples, and his hands move forward to finish unbuttoning the front of my cotton dress. He’s found my panties, and I’ve found his hardened cock inside his briefs. The skin is so hot, it almost burns the tips of my fingers. I clasp and have to use both hands to get a feel for his size.
I’m really close to losing my mind. This is what I’ve been missing. This is what I’ve wanted from the moment I laid eyes on him. And I know it’s what he’s waited for… I can feel it in my heart.
He groans roughly and grips my hips, swiftly turning us around. I end up sitting on the edge of the teacher’s desk, panties already off and on the floor.
His jeans slip down, and the full length of his cock seduces me forever. He’s big and he’s hard and he’s all mine right now… and nothing else matters. Rhett takes hold of my waist as he angles the tip, pressing it through my wet folds. I shiver as he applies more pressure right against my swollen nub.
“Let go, Elly,” he whispers, his lips moving against mine, his eyes drilling holes in my soul. “Let go, baby…”
The tip of his cock flicks against my clitoris until I cry out and explode in a billion new universes, reality expanding around me in a psychedelic array of colors. Pleasure ripples through me like a tsunami, my orgasm shattering everything, every one of my last defenses as I grip his shoulders and beg him. “I’m yours, you bastard… I’m yours…”
Rhett rams into me, and I spread and welcome all of it. Mild flashes of pain tickle my insides. He’s so goddamn big. He stretches me with every move he makes, pushing deeper and harder with every thrust.
I’m breathless and about to disintegrate, as he fucks me like it’s the first and last time. The thought of such brevity is so slim, so treacherous, that it vanishes almost as quickly as it appeared.
Rhett pumps into me again and I lock my legs around him. He slips his hand between my legs, finding my tender, still swollen spot, and rubs with a vindictive smirk on his face. I clench my thighs around his waist, beckoning him to move harder.
Faster. To give me everything he’s got.
Rhett does not disappoint. My eyes roll back due to a splintering orgasm as he pounds me, over and over, with savagery that I may never be able to forget. My hips sway and my body feels more powerful and weaker than it’s ever been as I come again. Quickly, he lets go and smacks my ass with his bare hand.
I moan from the raw pleasure. I’m now on my back, as he fucks me even harder. I can almost feel him in my stomach, and it’s so good, it must never stop. Things must never go back to the way they were.
Rhett is close to coming, too, his muscles bulging as he fucks me harder and faster, his breath ragged. He slaps the side of my ass again, and the fleeting sting makes me tighten around his cock.
The effect is so powerful, that a third orgasm is already around the corner. “Do it again,” I manage, cupping my breasts and squeezing, desperate to give my nipples what they need.
Rhett presses a hand on my lower abdomen, sending a delicious ache through my pussy as he slaps my ass again, wildly ramming into me. This is it. I feel it. He comes undone, spearing through me, filling me to the brim with his hot seed. I cry out, unraveled by the third wave. When he pushes into me again, I clench and squeeze every last drop of cum out of him. My legs are resting on his shoulders, and gradually, he slows down, though unwilling to stop fucking me, yet.
My body is weak. My heart’s a mess. Coming down is a damn nightmare, so I take another moment to revel in the way he completes me, in the way he touches me… in the way he reads my mind and knows exactly what makes me tick. There’s this aggressive side of him I’ve never seen before, but it is downright exhilarating. I had no idea I liked spanking so much. Three orgasms, and I don’t even know my own name anymore. Three orgasms and I’ve forgotten that he’s the devil and I’m nothing but a stupid girl who didn’t catch a hint when she got burned the first time.
I stare at the ceiling, trying to catch my breath, as he moves away from me, silent and once again impossible to read. It will take some time for me to come back down from this weird heaven I’ve somehow stumbled into but…
Shit. Lunchtime. School. Shit!
My mind is finally roaring back to life. The sound of footsteps echo from the hallway, drawing closer and moving away. My body, however, is still sluggish, delighting in everything Rhett subjected it to. By the time I sit up and try to pull my bra cups over my breasts and button my dress up, he’s standing right in front of me, his lips parted, and the classroom door swings open behind him.
Everything comes to a sudden halt. Kellan, Gage, and the beauty queens are the first to arrive, along with a few other students. My dress is still unbuttoned, my nipples still out, my panties nowhere in sight.
Oh.
My.
God.
Kellan glowers at me. Gage can’t even look at us. Prestley and the others are staring, their jaws dislodged and inches from the floor. No one dares to say anything. What the hell can they say, anyway? I just got caught having sex with Rhett fucking Flanagan on the teacher’s desk. Oh. My. God. Oh. My. God. Oh. My. God.
Rhett’s expression shifts into a sly grin as he looks at Prestley. “There. You said I couldn’t do it. Pay up,” he says, while my brain tries to play catch up.
Laughter rumbles behind the beauty queens. A flash momentarily blinds me. Someone snapped a photo. I pull my dress over to cover whatever I can, my arousal long gone and swiftly replaced by crippling horror as I finally understand what’s going on here.
Prestley smirks as she takes out a $50 bill from her purse and hands it over to Rhett, who shoves it in his back pocket, casually buttoning his jeans back up and fastening his belt as he looks at me.
“This was a lot easier than I thought it would be,” Prestley says, smiling at me. There’s no emo
tion in that smile, though. Only her vicious, true self. “I can’t believe you’d spread your legs for your bullies, Elly. I mean, how easy are you? And to think I actually had money on you not being a whore.” She says the words the way a mother would when scolding her child. But I know better than to think there isn’t more than just a drip of amusement in her.
I catch a glimpse of Kyle at the back, staring at me, stone cold. This is my worst nightmare come true, and there’s no way I see myself walking out of here with a surviving honor. Rhett planned for this whole thing to happen, and I fell for it. Hook, line, and sinker.
Shell-shocked, I slide off the desk and walk past Rhett, desperate to get out of here as everybody starts laughing and cheering and whistling and calling me all sorts of names. “Whore!”
“Cunt!” “Bitch!” “Easy Elly!” “Full Ride Elly!” “Elly likes to take a pounding!”
Rhett takes my arm, looking to have the last word, on top of everything else. “Elly, I told you to—”
My knee is fast. He does not see it coming. I get him in the groin, and he doubles over from the sudden, pulsating pain I just sent through him. The crowd gasps. A couple of them laugh. I guess not everybody is a true fan of Rhett.
I leave everything behind. My phone, my backpack, my dignity…
Kyle’s appears in my field of vision, but tears make everything hazy. I can’t look at anyone anymore. I just keep my arms tight over my open dress and sprint out of the classroom, running as fast as I can until I come across a hole where I can hide forever.
I break down and stumble into a bathroom, unable to process the surprised expressions of all the people I’ve passed by, on my way here. My heart is turned inside out, and bile breaches into my throat. Everyone saw me. One guy took a picture, for sure. Rhett bet Prestley that he’d fuckme and fuck me he most certainly did. I enjoyed every second of it, too, until the people came in.
The whole school will probably refer to me as Elly the Whore or something. I’ll never be able to erase this incident.
My political career may be over before it has even had a chance to start. I lock myself in one of the stalls and retch, coughing and crying at the same time. It’s all too much. Just too much. I tried to give Rhett a chance to explain, and he… he actively sought to destroy me.
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