by Mae Reese
“I know and that’s why I am trying to keep a positive attitude about it. I really do like him, I just don’t know how Linda is going to react when she finds out. I’m actually kind of scared, Mais.”
She rubs her hand down my back, comfortingly “You cannot worry about what that crazy heifer will do. You just have to be happy. Tell me something, can you imagine yourself in twenty years married to Weston and going to Christmas at your parents’ house with little blonde kids running around?”
I make a gagging sound “That sounds like hell on earth.”
“So is it better to live hell on earth for a few months until you’re eighteen or to live that life forever?”
The answer is obvious. There is no way in hell that I will spend years of my life being miserable just to keep peace for a few months until I turn eighteen. I can weather the storm that will come with my breaking up with Weston.
Even if it kills me.
Maisie and I spent another hour or so practicing with the girls. I would occasionally steal glances at Barron, who was working with the pee-wee kids. Every time I looked to him he was smiling or laughing.
“He is a definite trade up” Maisie says, breaking me from my thoughts. “Weston would never have been caught dead here, let alone in this town.”
Maisie had a point. We had been coming here for a few years, ever since we met some of the local high school cheerleaders at cheer camp and they invited us to come help with the girls. Those girls had graduated and moved on, but Maisie and I still diligently came.
Weston had always complained about the youth center taking all my time on a Saturday, a day when I should be ‘spending it all with him’.
He finally stopped asking me to skip my youth center days when I snapped at him that he was being an inconsiderate jerk.
After cheer practice we spent the rest of the afternoon helping the girls make signs and decorate their new cheer bows.
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“Want to go and grab some dinner?” Barron asks as he nuzzles his face in the crook of my neck, grazing his teeth over the sensitive flesh.
I lean my head back and give him better access “We can, or we can grab a pizza and take it to your house. Watch movies or something.”
He sucks the skin between his lips, teasing me even more “I like the ‘or something’ idea” he chuckles.
We’re leaning against his truck outside of the youth center. All of the kids had gone home for the afternoon and there were a few staff cars left in the parking lot. The sun was quickly setting and my stomach was growling.
“Come on, Romeo. Let’s go and grab that pizza before you get us arrested for indecency in a public place” I say, pushing him back.
Smirking, he leans down and kisses me one more time before climbing in his truck.
“I’m going to run home, shower and change then I’ll meet you at your house” I say, opening the door to my car.
“Don’t you have clean clothes in your bag? Why don’t you just shower at my place” he asks.
I agree and follow him to his house, stopping on the way to pick up a pizza from Mario’s.
He lets us into the house, the alarm beeping loudly from beside the front door. He walks over and punches in a code, effectively silencing the sound.
“I guess no one is here” he says, walking into the kitchen. I follow behind him, taking in the massive house. He places the pizza on the center island and grabs some plates from a cabinet.
“What do you want to drink?” He asks, opening the fridge.
“Water please.”
He tosses me a bottle and pulls out a few slices and puts them on the plates, sliding one across the counter to me.
He takes the stool next to me and we eat, talking about the day. I thought my heart would melt out of my chest when he asked me if he could come with me again next time.
The front door opens and closes before a booming deep voice calls out “Barron?”
“In the kitchen” Barron calls back, putting his pizza down as a man I can only assume is Mr. Tucker enters the room. I can see that Barron resembles him a little. His dark hair not quite as dark as Barron and Breanne’s. His skin is an olive tan, much like Barron’s but the one thing I know he got from his father are his eyes. Looking at Mr. Tucker is like staring into the eyes of his son.
“Sorry, I didn’t realize you had company” he smiles, his dark green eyes shining so much like Barron’s.
“Hello, I am Barron’s dad” he says, extending his hand to me.
I take it, shaking it “I’m Skylar Santora, it’s nice to meet you Mr. Tucker.”
“Please, call me Paul. Santora… are you related to George and Linda?” He asks.
My spine straightens and my heart rate picks up.
Mayday, Mayday… he knows my parents.
“Yes sir, they’re my parents” I reply, glancing sideways at Barron. He gives me a small smile that seems to calm me.
“I’ve met them a few times at functions, lovely people” he says the last part like he is reciting the line from a cue card.
“Well, don’t let me interrupt your dinner. I have to go get your sister and take her to some father/daughter thing she asked me to attend with her” he says.
“It was nice to meet you” he says to me, nodding at Barron as he leaves the room.
“He doesn’t seem too fond of my parents” I say absently, picking at a pepperoni from my pizza.
“No, he doesn’t and from what you’ve told me about them I’m in the same boat” he smiles at me, grabbing my hand and placing a kiss on the top of my fingers “But… I am pretty fond of their daughter and that’s what matters.”
We finish dinner and he takes me upstairs to his room, grabbing a bowl of popcorn and two more bottles of water.
“The shower is in there, towels are in the cabinet and all my shampoo and everything is in the shower already” he says. “I know you have some clothes but if you need anything I can see if I can find something to fit you.”
“I think I’m good, thanks” I say, going in and shutting the bathroom door. I turn on the water and strip out of my clothes. A few seconds later a knock sounds on the door.
“Sky? I’m going to go shower in one of the guest bathrooms. I didn’t want you coming out and me being gone.”
“Okay” I say, climbing into the shower and letting the spray wash away all the days activities.
I’m brushing out my wet hair when the door to Barron’s room opens and he walks in, wearing nothing but a towel.
“Sorry, I forgot clothes. I’m not used to showering somewhere else” he chuckles. He grabs some items from his dresser and heads into his bathroom to put them on.
“Not like I was complaining” I mumble.
“Heard that!” He yells through the door, chuckling.
He’s done quickly, coming out in a pair of sweat pants without a shirt. I take in his muscular frame and notice a tattoo peeking out from under his arm, on the side of his torso.
“What’s that” I ask, tipping my head to get a better look. He raises his arm and shows me, I run my finger down the beautifully done flower.
“It’s a Lily. It’s for my mom, her name was Lilith but everyone called her Lily” his voice sounds sad, something I rarely hear coming from him.
“How did she die?” I ask, looking up into his green gaze.
“It’s a long story, I’ll tell you another time” he says, leaning down and pressing a kiss to my forehead.
“What do you want to watch?” He asks, grabbing the remote and turning on the flat screen that is mounted on his bedroom wall. We decide on some indie comedy movie and settle in to watch.
Halfway through the movie, the popcorn has been put aside and I am laying on Barron’s chest. His arm is draped across my back and his other hand is intertwined with mine. His fingers trace soft circles on my shoulder as we watch the movie.
“I have this addiction to the way you smell normally, I don’t know if it's your shampoo or what
. But right now you smell like me, and I’m not sure which I find sexier” he murmurs, his attention straying from the movie.
“I know what you mean, I can’t stand the smell of cigarettes normally but for some reason when I smell it on you it….” I trail off.
“It what?” He asks, toying with my fingers.
“It’s addicting, I would almost go as far as saying it turns me on, but I think it’s you in general who does that and the smell of you reminds me of that attraction” I say quietly.
He laughs huskily at my bumbled explanation.
Releasing my hand he puts two fingers under my chin, turning my face towards him. He doesn’t say anything, he simply leans forward and takes my lips between his.
He kisses me softly, the press of his lips a slow and sensual sort of torture.
“You taste even better than you smell…” I whisper, lightly tugging on his bottom lip with my teeth.
Groaning, Barron reaches down and grabs my thigh. He hauls me over his hip, making me straddle him. A second later his lips are on mine again, abandoning his sensual torture from before, the press of his lips now is harder and more demanding.
He flicks his tongue across my bottom lip, the coldness of his tongue ring a stark contract to the warmth of his lips. I moan softly, letting his tongue slip inside and pressing mine to his in return.
Barron’s hands find my hips and he grips them tightly, his long fingers guiding me as I slowly start to press against him, my hips rocking as they press down. His cock hardens beneath me and the feel of it pressed against me makes my pussy clench with need.
I trail my fingers over his bare shoulders and down, passing over his nipple and teasing it softly with my nail. He moans, pushing himself harder into me with the contact.
Our kissing turns more frantic with each roll of my hips against him, his hands moving from my hips to explore any part of me he can touch.
“Fuck I want you” he whispers against my lips, one hand gripping my ass tightly and the other skimming over the top of my bra underneath my shirt. He pulls the cup of my lace bra down, lifting my shirt so he can take my nipple into this mouth. He tugs on it with his teeth, a little painful pleasure before he soothes it away by drawing the hardened tip between his lips and lapping at it with his tongue. He moves on, giving my other nipple the same beautiful torture.
I reach down and pull my shirt over my head and unhook my bra, tossing them both on the floor. He groans as he takes both of my breasts in his hands, squeezing them together as he alternates licking and sucking them.
“These are perfect” he murmurs around one of my nipples as he teases it.
Placing my hands back on his shoulders I push him down before I slowly drag myself down his body. My tongue laving against the column of his strong neck and the muscles of his chest. I stop and swirl my tongue around his nipple causing his hips to jerk off the bed.
Mental note: his nipples are sensitive.
I continue my path down his body, my tongue trailing in the groove of the V in his lower abdomen. I stop when I reach the waistband of his sweatpants, hooking my fingers beneath the elastic and pulling them down. He raises his hips so I can pull them off of him and throw them on the floor with my discarded pieces. His cock springs free, the weight of it slapping against his stomach as he does.
“Sky” he rasps as I wrap my hand around the base of his cock, giving it a slow teasing stroke from the base to the crown. His green eyes are zeroed in on me and my actions as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and bites down on a moan.
Keeping my eyes on his, I lean forward and flick my tongue across the head, swirling around the tip. I lick the small bead of pre-cum that has formed. His eyes close as I wrap my lips fully around him, working my way down his shaft. His hand wraps in my hair as he moans, his cock growing even harder if that was possible.
“Damn baby” he says as I work him, taking him in and using my hands to stroke him when I come up.
It doesn’t take long before I hear his breath picking up, his hip thrusts turning frantic. Still stroking and sucking, I reach down and run the tips of my fingers of my free hand across his balls.
“Sky baby, I’m gonna come” he moans, his grip tightening in my hair. I keep on, pumping faster as I feel the first of his release hitting my tongue. He moans my name, cursing out as I swallow all of him.
Growling he pulls me off of him, flipping me over onto my back. Leaning down he kisses me, his tongue pushing into my mouth and tasting what I had just done for him. His hand grips my breast as his thumb toys with my nipple.
I whimper as he pulls back, immediately feeling the loss of him.
He smirks at me “Oh don’t worry baby… you’ll get yours” he says, lowering himself down my body. He swirls his tongue around one nipple, then the other. His lips trailing across my stomach and his tongue dipping into my belly button.
He makes quick work of my leggings and panties, tossing them aside with the rest of my clothes. I lay before him, completely bare. The cool air hitting my soaked pussy and making me shiver.
“So fucking beautiful” he murmurs, his gaze greedily roaming over my entire body as I lay before him. His perusal stops at my center, his fingers lightly teasing my wetness before he lays down between my legs. He spreads my thighs open, putting them on his shoulders. I jerk when the first press if his tongue hits my sensitive clit. He swirls his tongue around it, the coolness of his tongue ring sending jolts through me making my pussy clench, begging to be filled with something.
He takes the nub between his lips, sucking on it then flicking his tongue over it. He repeats it, over and over until I am writhing beneath him.
“Fuck, Barron” I groan as he slides one finger inside of me, still lavishing my clit with his tongue. I buck my hips against him, causing him to chuckle. “My greedy girl” he whispers, adding another finger.
He pumps his fingers in and out of me, his tongue working magic.
“So tight, I can’t wait to get my cock inside you soon.”
My fingers grip the sheets, using them as leverage to work myself against his tongue and fingers. “That’s it baby, take what’s yours” he murmurs, working me harder and making the soft sounds from my mouth turn into chants of his name mixed with curses. The sound of my wetness as his fingers slide in and out echoing in the room, mixing with his groans.
I feel the tension in my stomach so tightly as he uses his free hand and roughly pinches my nipple. My back flies off the bed as my orgasm rocks through me, his name and a string of curses falling from my lips.
Barron slows his motions, lapping at my clit a few more times as I jerk from the sensitivity.
He pulls himself back up to lay beside me, sliding his still glistening fingers between my lips. I swirl my tongue around them and suck, causing him bite his lip on a moan.
He pulls me into his side, covering our naked bodies with his blanket. “You’re fucking amazing” he says, kissing the side of my head.
I smile “You’re not too bad yourself.”
I lay against him, listening to his heart against my ear, the steady beat and my sated state sending me off to sleep.
∞∞∞
Monday morning I was almost dreading going to school. I had avoided Weston, even going as far as blocking his number when the phone calls and texts wouldn’t stop. They went back and forth between angry and berating, to apologetic and begging. The volleying back and forth had started making my head hurt so I finally blocked his number.
Heading down the stairs I can hear George talking to someone in the foyer, coming to a dead stop on the bottom step when I see Weston and my dad talking in front of the door.
“Ah, there she is” my father says.
“Ready to go?” Weston asks me, his tone even and almost hopeful. I narrow my eyes on him before taking the last step and walking towards the two men.
“Yep” I snap, turning the handle and opening the door. I don’t wait for Wes as I climb into his car, buckling mys
elf in and taking my phone out of my bag.
Skylar: Weston showed up to take me to school. My dad was there talking to him so I couldn’t outright kick him in the balls without it seeming a tad suspicious….
Locker-bang: You still haven’t told them?
Skylar: I was going to last night but they went to some fundraising gala for that guy running for Governor. They didn’t get home until early this morning.
Locker-bang: You’re with Wes now?
Skylar: Yeah. He’s about to get in the car. I’ll see you at school.
Locker-bang: Ok, text me when you get here and I’ll meet up with you. X
Locking my phone I slide it back into my bag as Weston gets in and starts up the car.
“Please don’t show up tomorrow to pick me up, I plan on driving myself” I say, keeping my eyes straight ahead. I can see Wes’ grip on the steering wheel tighten out of the corner of my eye.
“I picked you up because we need to talk and you refused to answer my calls or texts this weekend.”
“We have nothing to talk about, hence why all your attempts to contact me went unanswered” I reply.
“We have plenty to talk about Sky, whether you want to admit it or not. I love you, and I refuse to let this be the end of us” he says, exasperated.
“You can refuse all you want but you lost any right to say what we do with our relationship when you decided to stick your dick in another girl” I grit out through my teeth.
Wes’ is quiet for a few minutes, seemingly dropping the subject.
Thank God.
“Where are we going?” I ask when he takes a right, going the opposite direction from the academy.
“I told you,” he says “We are going to talk about this.”
Leaning back on the seat, I take a few deep breaths. “Weston, I’ve already told you there is nothing to discuss. You obviously want to be with someone else and I’m letting you do that.”
