She gasps as my cock fills her pussy, her eyes widening. My shaking hands grip her waist tighter as I glide my length inside her. I buck my hips against her rhythm, pushing myself deeper with every thrust. I can’t stop looking at her, or thinking about how amazing she is. I lean forward and kiss her neck, breathing in her scent.
I pull back, my eyes on her. She’s so beautiful, and watching her ride my dick while still wearing that little skirt… God, I can barely keep my shit together. She gasps, her nipples hard and well-sucked, bouncing as she grinds against me.
“God, yes,” she pants, closing her eyes. Her lips are beautifully pursed as she rides me harder, her grip on my chest tightening. She clenches her thighs tight against my own and cries out, a blush spreading across her cheeks as she begins to shake. My eyes never leave her as she comes hard with me inside her.
I grip her peachy ass with both hands and pull her onto the couch next to me then thrust myself so deep into her pussy, while my mouth explores hers. She groans, barely able to handle my touch as my fingers roam her body. She’s so sensitive, post-orgasm—and I love it.
I love the way her body reacts to my touch. Almost as much as I love the feel of her pussy contracting around my dick with every push. I want this to last for as long as I can, but I’m on the verge of exploding. I’m not sure how much longer I can hold out.
I take both her hands and hold them above her head, restraining her as I kiss her neck. My thrusts become faster, more urgent as I fuck her harder. Throbbing, I groan in her ear. My body convulses, my cock deep inside her, and with one final thrust, I come hard and bury my face in her shoulder.
My heart is racing and I collapse next to her on the couch. She curls up in my arms, and I kiss her forehead. It was everything I’d hoped it would be. The closeness I felt to her, holding her tight as I came inside her was beyond anything I could’ve imagined.
“Holy shit,” I pant. I’m in shock, struggling to process the last ten minutes.
“Did that just happen?” she whispers, her eyes wide.
She bites her lip to stop the smile creeping across her face. Instantly, I’m regretting letting it go this far, and as much as I loved it, nothing has changed for me. It’s only made what I know I need to do now, even harder.
“It did,” I mumble.
“And you’re wishing it hadn’t, aren’t you?” she accuses, her eyes flashing.
I sigh. “Darcy, I like you a lot. Like a lot, but…”
She laughs, but her expression gives away her frustration. “There is always a but, isn’t there? But what, Lennon? You’re supposed to be the adult here, right? Sleeping with me and then kicking me out is your way of dealing with this? That’s very mature of you.”
“Of course not. And I’m not kicking you out. I’d never do that, but this shouldn’t have happened—”
“That’s the story of your life,” she cries. She dresses quickly, scoops up her jacket and bag, and marches toward the door. “You don’t have to kick me out, because I’m leaving. For fuck’s sake, Lennon. Decide what you want, because I’m sick of your games. I’m not your plaything,” then the door slams, leaving me standing there, perplexed and upset over what just happened.
She’s right. Everything she said was right. I am supposed to be the adult, yet I’m acting younger than she is. My phone vibrates and I grab it, thinking for a moment that it might be her. Which is ridiculous, because she’s barely been gone for five minutes. I sigh when I see that it’s Rick.
Rick: Dude, are you in hibernation or something? Gary’s back tonight. How about we catch up?
Me: Sure. Just tell me where, and when.
I toss my phone back on the coffee table then stalk toward the bathroom. I smell like her, and that’s not helping, because I can’t get her out of my mind. What I need is a shower and a decent sleep. The last thing I want to do is go out, but maybe a night out would do me good. If I stay home, all I’m going to do is sulk, thinking about her and how I pushed her away.
Fuck it. I can’t be bothered going out, or dealing with Rick tonight. I grab my phone and text him back, telling him something has come up. Then I feel bad and add that tomorrow night would work for me instead.
***
Rick holds me to my word, and the next evening, I head toward the address he gave me. It’s a new club on the west side of town. I haven’t been there before, but I’ve heard about it. It’s supposed to be hard to get into since it’s where all the socialites hang out. I couldn’t care less about a bunch of rich, spoilt kids—or going out at all—but I’m looking forward to catching up with my friends.
And I didn’t doubt for a second the reason Rick had chosen this place was just in case he got lucky with some barely legal, off her face socialite with too much money and not enough sense. That’s always fun to watch.
I spot Gary first and chuckle to myself. He’s sunburnt, no doubt jetlagged, and he looks less excited to be out than I do. Clapping him on the back, I sit down and he winces in pain.
“Shit, sorry man. I guess you did too much partying, huh? Too much sex?”
He mumbles something about needing a vacation to recover from his honeymoon, and I laugh. Rick narrows his eyes as he stares at me, thoughtfully.
“So, where have you been?” he asks. “I’ve haven’t heard you pine over Stacy in like two weeks. I’m having withdrawals, man.”
“I’ve been busy,” I shrug. “Work and stuff.”
“Stuff being stuffing underage pussy,” Gary chuckles.
I glower at him. “She’s fucking eighteen,” I say, gritting my teeth.
Rick laughs hysterically. “That chick from the wedding, right? The one you stole the car with?”
“I didn’t steal the car. The car was in my name,” I sigh and rub my temples.
Rick waves his hand. “That’s a minor detail and you know it. So, you and her, huh? If my memory serves me correctly—and it always does when it comes to women—she was pretty hot. Like bend her over this table and bone the fuck out of her, kind of hot.”
My jaw clenches. The last thing I want to listen to is Rick talking about her like that.
“I mean, she’s a bit young for me, but I’d go there. I hear the young ones are keen to please. Is that how you found it?” he asks me. “She was eager to please that little fella of yours?”
I clench my fists, on the verge of leaning across the table and pounding the shit out of him. The only thing stopping me is, I know that’s what he wants. Rick is all about reactions. He lives for them.
“Shut the fuck up,” I growl. “Or I’ll do it for you. I’m not kidding. Just stop talking about her like that. I’m not fucking her. I’m not with her. I’m doing nothing with her, okay?”
“Jesus, man, sensitive much? What crawled up your ass and died?”
I roll my eyes and stand up, mumbling something about going to get a drink, but really, I just need to get away. I can’t sit here and listen to him talk shit to wind me up, especially when it’s working.
I’m starting to rethink my plan about coming out with the guys to forget about her. I don’t seem to do very well with my methods of distraction. First with Stacy, and now trying to distract myself from Darcy. It doesn’t seem to be working anyway. All I’m doing is getting angrier.
I reach the bar and order myself a shot and gulp it down, then follow it up with a beer that I carry back to the table. Like it always does, one drink turns into two, and before I know it, I’m buying the next round while Rick fills me in on his latest conquests. At least he’s moved on from talking shit about Darcy, but I still don’t want to be here.
I’ll have this and then make an excuse to get out of here.
Chapter Ten
Darcy
I spent most of the day working on my car with Dad. It felt good to get my hands dirty and think about something other than Lennon. My relationship with Dad is great in that he knows when I just need time to myself. If he can see something’s bothering me, he won’t hound me into t
alking about it. My mother, however, will do whatever she can to try to drag it out of me.
My good mood is crushed when I walk in and see Cindy sitting in the living room. I immediately feel bad about not being more excited to see her, but I was looking forward to spending the night in front of the TV with an extra-large bar of chocolate.
I glance at Mom, who smiles widely and announces that she thought it would be nice to invite Cindy and her mom over for dinner. Takes me a moment to realize that my dad is now nowhere to be seen. Fucking yay. A girls’ night in. Just what I need.
***
Somehow, I make it through dinner, but my foul mood hasn’t gone unnoticed. Mom pulls me aside just before she serves dessert and chastises me.
“Please, Darcy. At least pretend to be excited to see Cindy,” she sighs, shaking her head. “I’m beginning to understand why you never have any friends to bring home.”
I laugh. Did my mother just tell me I have no friends? How insensitive can she be, especially after what happened in Chicago. Tears well in my eyes, but I blink them back, refusing to let her words get to me.
“I’m going to my room,” I mumble. “Sorry for ruining your night, I’m just not feeling well.”
I push back my chair and stalk toward my bedroom, slamming the door shut behind me. I lay down on my bed and think about what happened with Lennon. Let’s face it, that was when things really went downhill.
I can’t believe I went to his apartment thinking I could make him see that we could work. I wasn’t lying when I suggested changing schools either. It’s not like it’s that big a deal to me. Mom is right. I don’t have any friends, which makes uprooting myself and moving to another school so much easier. But after the way he just pushed me aside, I’m not sure I want anything to do with him. I feel used and hurt.
I’m still fighting back tears when there’s a soft knock on the door. I glance up as it opens. Cindy stands there. She smiles at me, hesitating like she’s not sure whether it’s safe to enter or not. I force myself to smile back and nod for her to come inside. It’s just too awkward otherwise.
“I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” She sits down on the edge of my bed, her legs crossed, and studies me. “You’ve been funny since yesterday. I’ve been worried about you.”
I’m touched by her concern, and maybe even feel a little guilty that I haven’t put as much effort into this friendship as she has. My lack of friends is something I bring on myself. I close myself off and don’t let anyone in. That way, I can’t get hurt.
I never do well with friends. Things are all great in the beginning, but eventually we fall out, and it’s me who usually ends up hurting.
“I’m okay,” I say.
“Are you sure? You don’t look it,” she says. “Is it school? Or home? You can talk to me, Darcy.”
I’m conflicted about what to say. I can’t go into details with her, for obvious reasons, but part of me really wants to get everything off my chest. I want someone to tell me I’m not being stupid, and that he’s being an asshole.
“It’s just this guy I was sort of seeing,” I mumble, giving in. “He can’t make up his mind about whether he wants to be with me or not. But last night, I went to see him and we sort of…” I shake my head. “God, I can’t believe I thought I could change his mind.”
“If he doesn’t see what a catch you are, then it’s his loss,” Cindy comforted.
If only I wasn’t too embarrassed to care about that.
“If he can’t make up his mind, then help make it up for him,” she says, a grin forming on her lips. I look at her, confused since I don’t follow. She nods, her eyes gleaming. “There’s no better way to get a guy to come to his senses than to make him think the has competition.”
“Flirt with someone else,” I mutter, finally understanding.
I wonder if she’s right. Maybe all I need to do is make him jealous by paying attention to another guy. In the back of my mind, I think it’s a ridiculous idea, and one I’m going to regret if I do it, but I’m not thinking rationally. After how he treated me last night, I want to make him hurt like I am.
But not only that, I want to make him want me, no matter how juvenile my tactics are, and I think this might do it. It’s funny, I’m hell bent on convincing him I’m not a child, when all I’m really doing is acting like one.
“That’s a great idea,” I say to Cindy.
I grab my phone before I lose my nerve while Cindy watches excitedly. As I wait for Casey to answer, my heart races. I don’t even know if she’ll give me his number. God, I don’t even know whose number I’m asking for. I just plan to wing it, ask for Gary’s friend’s number, and hope for the best.
“Hello?”
“Hey! Casey, it’s me, Darcy. Your cousin?” I cringe that I felt the need to add that last bit, but in my entire eighteen years, I’ve only called her twice—both times because of Lennon.
“Right. Darcy,” she says and I cringe again. I can almost hear the disdain in her voice. “How can I help you this time? Got Lennon’s pants to return to him today?” she says, sarcastically.
“No,” I say, gritting my teeth. “I’m after Gary’s friend’s number.” I bite my lip and wait impatiently for her to answer.
“You mean Lennon?” she asks, confused.
“No,” I say, squeezing my eyes shut. “His other friend. You know, the one with the blond hair?” God, I hope he’s friends with a blond, because if he’s not, I’m fucked.
“Oh, right, you mean Rick?” She says his name uncertainly. “Are you sure? I mean, who you date is up to you, but Rick is a bit of a player.”
“Thanks, but I can handle myself,” I say.
“Okay, then I’ll text you his number now.” She pauses. “Lennon was asking Gary for your number a couple of weeks ago. You two seemed to hit it off?”
“I thought so too, but apparently not,” I mumble. “I’d better go. Thanks for helping me out. I really appreciate it.”
“Anytime. Good luck.”
I hang up the phone and wait impatiently for the number to come through. When it does, I tap out a text, determined to send it before I change my mind. Cindy giggles on the bed next to me, making me jump. I’d completely forgotten she was there.
“I can’t believe you’re doing this,” she giggles. I hide a smile, because I get the feeling this is the most fun she’s had in a long time. “You so have to keep me updated. What’s he like? You know, the one you’re trying to make jealous?”
“He’s great,” I admit. “He’s cute. Funny. Caring.”
I shiver, already having doubts over what I’m doing. I shake the negativity away and toss my phone down the other end of the bed where I can’t reach it easily. Straight away, I start to panic. I feel like I’m opening something that I’m not sure I’m going to be able to handle. What if this goes horribly wrong, and all I do is push Lennon further away?
I’m feeling sick when my phone beeps. I can’t believe he’s replied already. I scoop it up, half hoping it’s from Lennon, telling me he made a huge mistake in letting me leave. Rick’s name pops up on my screen instead. I sigh and click on the message.
Rick: Hey! Of course I remember you. What are you up to? I’m having a few drinks with some friends if you want to hang? Messina’s over on Fifth Street. It would be great to see you.
I read the message over and over. Friends. That means there’s a good chance Lennon’s going to be there. This is perfect, right? If I’m ever going to do this, now is the moment. There’s no better time than tonight to set this plan in motion.
“What did he say?” squeaks Cindy and I jump again. Jesus, she needs to wear a bell around her neck.
“He wants to meet me at Messina’s. Now.” God, I can’t breathe. “And I think he’s going to be there, too.”
“You have to go,” Cindy hisses, her eyes wide. “And you have to take me with you.”
“What? Heck, no,” I growl before I can stop the words from spilling out. Hurt fills
her eyes, and I don’t know how I’m going to explain this without telling her the truth. I don’t have time for that, so I roll my eyes and motion for her to come with me. “I didn’t mean it like that. Come on, let’s go.”
She squeals and jumps to her feet, stopping at the door. She turns and gives me a look, biting her lip.
“Tell me you’re not wearing that?” I glance down at my sweatpants and shirt and frown. Shit. “We can stop past my place,” she suggests. “I’ve got a really cute dress that will drive this guy mental. It’s on the way to the club,” she adds, sensing my hesitance.
I smile back. “Let’s do it.” I pause, foreseeing another problem. “How are we going to get into a club when we’re underage?”
Cindy grins, her eyes sparkling. “Well, that’s the other reason you need to take me with you. I just so happen to know the guy on the door tonight. He’s the brother of Nate, my ex-boyfriend.”
Chapter Eleven
Lennon
I stifle a yawn and glance at my phone, trying to work out why I’m not home in bed yet. Rick saunters over to me and I’m immediately suspicious by his cagey demeanor. He won’t meet my eyes, and he keeps glancing toward the door, like he’s the getaway driver in a robbery. He gives me a sheepish smile.
“So, there’s definitely nothing going on with you and that chick?” he asks, raking his hand through his hair. He glances around, like he’s asked the most casual question in the world.
“I told you there wasn’t,” I reply stiffly.
“Cool, just checking.” He turns back toward our table.
Once again, something about his tone gets my guard up, but I don’t have time to process it. When I look up, I see Darcy walking toward me. She looks stunning in a low-cut dress that hugs her tiny waist and flows loosely out around her thighs. I swallow, my throat closing over. I have no idea why she’s here, but fuck, she looks good.
I’m summoning up the courage to speak to her when she walks straight past me and over to Rick. I stare at her, confused, and not understanding what’s happening. Then it hits me. That’s why he asked me if I was over her, because he was planning to have a shot himself.
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