by Ruby Rowe
I spot her in a hot second, and fuck, she’s giving Zane a flirty grin while they sit on a long log near the fire, and I bet it’s because she’s had too much to drink.
Zane would like nothing more than to get his dick in her panties. He’s been hanging out at her house for as long as I can remember, following her around like a lost puppy wanting to be pet. I got news for him; his cock’s not gettin’ pet tonight. I’ll make sure of that.
I keep my distance, but it’s not long before she sees me on the other side of the bonfire. Giving me a look of disgust, she turns back to Zane. I guess I really pissed her off today with my parting words, but I was only trying to protect her.
She’s a sweetheart and as innocent as they come, whether she’ll admit it or not, so she couldn’t handle how rough I am in bed. Hell, few women my age go along with the kinky shit I’m into.
One time with me, and they typically run the other way. Instead, they want to live out some romantic fantasy with a sensitive fuck who’s probably pretending just to get laid.
At least I’m honest and don’t feed women bullshit. They’re told upfront not to expect a relationship from me no matter how many times they spread their legs or give good head.
Zane’s hands are all over Summer now; one is at her back while the other rubs her thigh. He’s leaning into her, too, his face at her neck.
“Hey there, Colton. How are you?” I hear from behind me. Turning around, I come face-to-face with Sheri, a girl I knew back in high school.
She’s a chick I fucked on occasion in her basement, usually while her parents were upstairs. I smirk as I recall why the sex ended.
One particular time, I aggressively covered her mouth with my hand so they wouldn’t hear her moaning. Those green eyes bulged, and it was the last time she let me in her basement.
“Sheri, hi. I’m good. How have you been?” I can’t help but steal a few glances at Summer out of the corner of my eye. The third time I look, she stands with Zane, and he grabs her hand. Where the fuck are they running off to?
Sheri’s itching fingers graze down my arm.
“Are you seeing anyone?”
“You know that’s not my style.”
“You’re older now. I thought maybe you’d changed.”
“And I see you haven’t learned that the word change isn’t in any guy’s vocabulary.”
“I see you’re still smooth as ever. Do you want to have some fun tonight?” Leaning in, her warm breath blankets my ear, and her light brown hair brushes against my cheek. “Unlike you, I have changed. I’m a little freakier these days.”
Hell, yes. Shit, but Summer…
I look in the direction of the log but she’s gone. My eyes dart around, searching for her, and I see Zane holding her hand, leading her toward his house.
Oh, hell no. She deserves better than to lose her virginity to some guy who’s going to fumble through it and hurt her because he didn’t get her ready. Unlike him, I’d have her dripping wet first.
“Sorry, Sheri, but I have to go.” Without leaving her time to reply, I march in Summer’s direction, through the grass and up a little hill toward the house.
Once she’s within earshot, I shout her name. She spins around, and Zane soon follows. Her hand hugs her little hip as she prepares to give me attitude. I know that look.
“I’m busy.”
“Come here–now, or I’m coming to get you.” I want to add that I don’t give a flying fuck if Zane cares, but I’m not up for a fight, and that would definitely give Summer the wrong impression.
She says something to him before he reluctantly releases her hand and walks to his house. Poor guy. He’s gonna be alone in there.
Summer
After telling Zane I’ll be up to his house in a minute, I stomp over to Colton. It’s sweltering outside, and as I get closer to the bonfire, the heat warms me further.
Add that to the flames building under my skin from the look Colton’s giving me, and I believe I could combust.
My heart is racing, and I feel lightheaded from the two beers I drank. Stopping a couple of feet before him, I grab my hip.
“What do you need?”
“Where are you running off to?”
“It’s none of your business.”
“Well, I’m making it my business.” Pulling on the brim of his ball cap, he lowers his gaze. “Look, I’m sorry about earlier … at your house. I shouldn’t have said what I did.”
“No, you shouldn’t have. It was cruel.”
“Yeah, and it was low of you to come on to me when you knew nothing could happen between us. I shouldn’t have to tell you Jason’s my closest friend and would be pissed if I messed around with his baby sister.”
He still sees me as that little girl. I need experience to prove I’m not her anymore.
“I gotta go.” I turn to walk away, but he grips my arm and brings me back around.
“You’re going in there to fuck him. Am I right?”
“Maybe.”
“So, you’re gonna give it up to Zane after you had your tongue in my mouth only hours ago. Nice, Summer. Real classy, or should I say ‘trashy’?”
I throw a finger out and poke his chest.
“Oh, this coming from one of the two manwhores I know. Just like my brother, I’m sure you plan to seduce a chick here to fuck.” He can’t argue with that.
“Damn, I love when you show that feisty side. You’ve always known how to dish it back to me.” Reverting his expression to serious, he grips my chin. “Why are you doing this? You’ve never liked Zane in that way.”
“I can’t tell you.”
“Why not? Is he forcing you into this?” His protective nature unveils itself through a furrowed brow and clenched jaw.
“Is he holding something over your head? What is it? Because I’ll drag him out of that house this instant and kick his ass.” Releasing my chin, he closes his hands into fists.
“Calm down, geez. I want experience, OK?” Averting my gaze to the grass, I pick at the hem of my shorts. “I thought maybe if I wasn’t so innocent, you wouldn’t feel guilty for touching me.”
Seconds pass, and I’m feeling foolish. He turns to walk away, so I cover my face with my palms.
Groaning, he mutters, “Fuck it,” and my hands are jerked down next. “Are you that determined to get with me?”
Biting on my lip, I nod. “I’ve had a crush on you for years, and I’ve been waiting for you to notice me.”
Sighing, he scrubs his face.
“Seriously? Summer, there’s nothin’ harder to do than to not notice you.”
Grabbing one of my hands, he drags me behind him. My feet start to slide as we travel down a small hill, getting closer to my brother with each step. About thirty feet away, he turns to me.
“If you’re so hell-bent on losing your V-card tonight, then you’re losing it to me, but don’t forget for a second that you asked for this. Now, giggle or something. Act like the other drunk fucks around here so your brother will let me drive you home.”
“But we can’t go to my house.”
“We’re not. We’re going to mine.” Pivoting back around, he pulls me the rest of the way. My brother has his arm around Porsha, and they’re facing the fire.
Colton abruptly stops next to him, so I slam right into Jason’s back. Perfect.
“Hi, bro shmow,” I say, giggling.
“What the fuck?” he spouts. Regaining his footing, he turns and eyes me.
“I’m taking Summer home,” Colton says. “She’s had too much to drink. Can Porsha give you a ride later?”
“If you can’t hold your liquor better than this, assholes are going to hurt you at college, Summer.” His eyes flash to Colton’s. “If you don’t mind, man.”
“It’s no problem. I have to start work tomorrow, anyway, so I should crash early.”
“You’re lucky Colton’s helping you out, so don’t puke in his truck.”
Swaying a bit, I smile. My time in
the drama club is paying off. Knowing I have to tell Zane something, I stroll off and pull my phone from my pocket.
Me: Sorry, Zane, but while I was talking to Colton, I started feeling sick. I guess from the beers. He’s giving me a ride home. Talk later.
I shove my phone back in my pocket so I’m not hit with guilt when he replies. Sensing Colton approaching from behind, I begin to truly feel nauseous.
My stomach bunches as my nerves dictate my body’s response to him. The anticipation of what’s to come creates an aching pulse between my thighs, and I feel my nipples hardening beneath my tank.
Without a word, we walk past the rows of cars parked in the grass at the side of Zane and Porsha’s house.
Their parents are away on vacation, and since they live out in the country, they can get away with throwing a huge party like this.
“I parked on the street. I wasn’t getting trapped in this mess.” Reaching Colton’s pickup, I’m surprised when he opens the passenger door for me.
Once I’m in, I look back at him and find he’s hesitating to shut the door, studying me with his black eyes that would give off a dangerous vibe in the darkness if I didn’t know him better.
He’s sexy, too, in his navy cargo shorts, tight white t-shirt and ball cap that covers his thick raven hair.
He might be getting that fancy degree, but he’s a country boy at heart, who has never minded getting his hands dirty, and I hope those dirty hands are soon on me.
“Last chance to run, little girl.”
“I’m not running. Are you having second thoughts?”
He smirks enough for one of his sexy dimples to appear.
“Dirty thoughts about what I’m going to do to you are what I’m having.”
Lord, he knows how to throw gasoline on the fire.
“Aren’t your folks home?” I ask once he’s in the driver’s seat.
“Yeah, but I have the whole walk-out basement. We’ll go in that way.”
Nodding slowly, I slump down in the seat and grapple for air. He’s really going to fuck me, and if I know him like I think I do, it’s going to be rough and carnal, the furthest from sweet and gentle.
Needing to appear anything other than that scared little girl, I think to ask him a question.
“Why does Jason treat me like crap most of the time? He seems so angry when he’s home from school. We used to be close.”
“Yeah, he’s been different since we graduated.”
“Well, if you’re aware of when it began, then it seems you might know the reason.”
Rubbing a hand over the back of his neck, he sighs.
“I do know, but it’s not my place to share.”
“Colton, you have to tell me. If I could help, or at least understand, I might be patient with him when he’s being an asshole.”
“I’ll tell you, but not tonight. It’s not pressing, so don’t worry about it.” He reaches over and clutches my knee. “I only want to focus on you tonight, and I only want you thinking about how damn good I’m making you feel.”
My stomach tangles further from his suggestive words. Hell, they’re not suggestive; he means every syllable.
Covering his hand with mine, I hug it.
“I want that, too.”
CHAPTER THREE
Summer
Colton drives down his gravel driveway until he’s lined up parallel with the back of his old house. After hopping out of the truck, he opens the passenger door and holds up his hand to help me climb out.
It’s pitch-black outside as I follow him around the back and down a short and narrow concrete incline until we reach the door of the basement.
Unlocking it, he then holds it open for me. I’m frozen with an arm wrapped around my waist, gripping my other forearm.
“It’s now or never, baby. I promise I’ll be gentle your first time.”
Swallowing, I give a faint smile and walk on in. I’ve been in his driveway over the years when Mom or Dad were dropping off Jason or picking up Colton, but I’ve never been inside.
He flips on the light to a spacious tan-carpeted room. I eye the big flat-screen TV on the wall in front of an old brown couch. There’s a matching recliner, too, and I briefly scan the scant décor.
A sign mentioning a man cave is above the TV, and there are a few pictures of tractors and farm scenes on the wall.
I figure we’re sitting on the couch, but Colton takes hold of my hand and leads me to another door. Once he’s opened it and flipped on a light at his nightstand, I see it’s his bedroom.
Stepping in, I stand near a wooden dresser. There’s a king-size bed before me that’s actually made up with a black comforter. Aside from some clothes strewn about, the room is clean. He points to a door on the right.
“There’s a bathroom in there if you need it.”
“I do, thanks.” Scurrying in there, I rest against the door and inhale a few shallow breaths before I pee.
While straightening out my blond waves in the mirror, I notice I’ve sweat off most of my makeup, but there’s still enough on my eyes to give a smoky look that I hope makes me appear sexy, or older at least.
God, just get out there, Summer. Don’t be a chickenshit.
Exiting the bathroom, I notice he’s pulled back the comforter and top sheet. On his nightstand are a few condoms, and the sight of them causes me to clear my throat that’s threatening to close up.
He’s in front of me in a flash, his gaze heavy with desire as he tosses his hat to the floor. Reaching over his shoulder, he peels off his white t-shirt and pats down his tousled hair.
Damn. I haven’t seen Colton shirtless in a long time, and his chest and abs are fine. I imagined as much, but I had no idea his physique would look this delicious.
Without hesitation, I glide my hands over his shapely pecs. I believe it’s involuntary from my touch, but they flex, and I marvel at the firmness raising against my palms.
Lifting my eyes, I find him staring down at me hard, like his restraint is waning, and Colton gazing at me as if I’m irresistible is a dream come true.
Continuing, I slide my hands up to his shoulders and then down his arms. His fingers thrust in my hair, and he grips it deep within. Massaging it, a low growl unfurls from his chest.
“Mmm … I’ve always wanted to get a feel of your beautiful hair. It’s as silky as I expected.” Turned on even more, he yanks my tank over my head. He regards my lacy bra before he reaches around and unhooks it with ease.
Unbuttoning my shorts next, he squats down and tugs on them. I kick them off, and I’m surprised when his face goes straight to my crotch.
His strong hands grip my ass, and he inhales dramatically before sweeping his tongue across my panties. I gasp and flinch, but he only pulls me closer.
“I smell your scent, little girl. You’re excited, and I bet you’re dripping wet, too.” Slipping a finger in the bottom of my panties, he pushes it inside of me.
My legs separate a little, and my body begins to tremble, so he braces me better with the hand that’s at the bottom of my ass.
“Don’t be afraid. I’m going to help you along. I’ll make sure you’re soaked before I stick my cock inside this pure pussy of yours.”
I pant for breaths as his words fuel my longing for him. Colton’s always been honest and bold, but I was unaware of this wanton side of him and the lascivious thoughts in his mind.
It’s inciting the same in me, unearthing a deep craving for him. Lustful thoughts swarm in my head as an unfamiliar euphoria jolts my system.
“Colton,” I say with desperation. “I want you.”
He rises and cradles my face. “I’ll break you in, sweet girl. I get to be the one, and I feel pretty damn lucky.”
At lightning speed, he sheds the rest of his clothing and removes my panties. Once he stands again, I examine his thick cock as it bobs against his stomach.
“Like what you see?” he asks. Lifting my gaze, I discover he’s smirking.
“Yes, a
nd I think I want it in my mouth.”
His smile disappears, his gaze narrowing with a warning that I’ll get more than I bargained for if I don’t let him lead.
“We’ll get to that, but first I’m going to lick your sweet clit and fuck your cunt 'til it’s sore.”
There is six feet three inches of raw, animalistic male towering over me. The bands of bulging muscles making up his firm body are about to touch me–claim me, and as nervous as I am, I’m also excited beyond belief.
“I’m ready,” I whisper.
Colton
I say everything I can to scare Summer off, but she’s steadfast and courageous, proving this is what she desires, which I have to be certain of before I take her virginity.
I pull her to the bed, and she gets right in, stretching her body out. She starts to cover her chest with her arms but stops herself.
I must say, the girl’s tougher than I thought, but her body is shaking, making her nervousness known. She’s going to be convulsing once I get through with her.
Climbing over her, I then press my fists against the mattress. I’m staring down at her alluring eyes that are full of curiosity as she chews on that plump bottom lip.
Shit, the rule.
“I almost forgot something important.”
Her forehead scrunches. “What’s that?”
“You have to promise me, Summer, you don’t think you’re leaving here with a boyfriend.”
“Geez, I like you, or I wouldn’t be here, but I’m not in love with you.”
“Yeah, but I have a feeling one night with you isn’t going to be enough to satisfy me. I’m gonna need more of this …,” I slip a finger inside her slick opening without warning, “before I leave in two months, so you have to promise me you won’t get attached.
“I’m not going to be exclusive with anyone until I’m out of college, and your brother sure as hell can’t find out about this.”
I give her a whopping grin so she won’t get pissed over my brazen honesty. “Chick, give me your word.”
Rolling her eyes, she holds up two fingers.
