Start a Fire: A Dark High School Bully Romance (The Savage Crew Book 1)

by Julia Wolf

  He glanced away, then back to me. “Those last couple weeks of freshman year, you started eating lunch in the art hallway. That was where I ate my lunch up until then. I almost told you to get the hell out of there, but you were crying. You didn’t notice me, but I remembered you like that. Your tears were burned in my memory. I’d heard the rumors, and I’d believed them, until I saw you.”

  My breathing stuttered as my heart shot into my throat. “Bash...you said I had always been beautiful when I cried…that’s what you meant?”

  He nodded, brushing his nose against mine.

  I shuddered, falling into him even more. “The thing is, I barely remember that. They say trauma messes with memory. A lot of that year is a blur to me. I’ve never wanted it back more than now.”

  Something tickled my mind—a faint memory perhaps—but it was so far back, I couldn’t even see it, let alone grasp it.

  “It’s not important anymore.”

  “It is.” I slid my hands into the sides of his hair. “It’s so important.”

  My lips touched his, moving slowly. He stopped breathing, letting me kiss him, taking my gratitude and need. He’d shown me snapshots of himself. Given me a glimpse of understanding, and now I was hungry for more—for him.

  I pushed my tongue between his lips, sighing when he opened and responded. His hands trailed down my back to my butt, gripping me tight, and he took over. No more slow. He kissed me deeply, layering it with desire so strong I could taste it. He groaned into my mouth, and it sounded like pain. But the way he kissed me was the least painful thing I’d ever experienced.

  Sebastian told me stories with his tongue on mine. They were dark and twisted, but so were we sometimes. There was more now too. Different stories, full of tenderness and wanting. All of that, he gave me with his lips on mine.

  But it wasn’t enough.

  I wanted what came next to be my decision. I’d decide on when it was right and how it happened.

  “I want you,” I whispered against his lips. “I want you today.”

  “Baby—” He rocked his erection against my core, “I’m not gonna have you hate me. I want you more than anything, but not if it means you’re gonna be pissed at me after.”

  I ground against him, letting him feel how hot I was between my legs, then I pulled my T-shirt over my head in case my message was unclear. For a heartbeat or two, Sebastian was stunned into immobility, but I wasn’t. My bra came off next, then I slid my hands under his shirt, needing his skin on mine.

  “Grace,” he caught my wrists, “don’t play with me. You’re starting something you’re not going to be able to stop.”

  I shook my head. “I don’t want to stop.”

  His jaw ticked with tension, and he looked away. “I’m not going to be able to be gentle. Don’t hate me.”

  “I didn’t think you would be. I don’t want you to be.” My fingers curled, digging my nails into his chest, and in the next breath, he rolled us so I was flat on my back and his hips were cradled between my legs.

  His mouth latched on to my breast, sucking hard and pulling my torso upward like a puppeteer. Already, my spine bowed with pleasure, and he’d barely touched me. My legs came around his waist so I could move my core against the bulge pressing against his zipper.

  He dragged his mouth to my throat, sucking the flesh firmly enough, there was no way I wouldn’t have a mark there later—which had no doubt been his intention.

  “Sebastian...I’m going to go to school with a hickey on my neck. Kids will talk.”

  He grinned at me with swollen, wet lips. “Good. They need to know you’re not up for grabs. One motherfucker steps out of line, you send him my way.”

  “Then I owe you one too, so bitches know you’re not up for grabs either.”

  I lifted my head, burying my face in his neck. My teeth dug into his pulse, then I licked the sting away. He cupped the back of my head, keeping me there while he thrust against me, and I answered back with the rise of my hips.

  Satisfied with how I’d marked his skin, I trailed kisses up his neck and jaw until our mouths clashed again. We were writhing on his sheets, kissing and touching, but it still wasn’t enough. Not for me. Not for him.

  He sat back on his knees and undid the button and fly of his jeans, letting the thick bulge of his dick free from confinement. I felt just as confined, needy in my skin, achy between my legs, hot in my jeans and underwear.

  “Hold on to the headboard,” he ordered. “Don’t let go, no matter what.”

  I did as he said, even though all I wanted was to stroke my fingers along his broad chest and soak in the feel of his skin. That was forgotten when he ripped my pants off in one swift motion, followed by my panties. His hands slid under my ass, lifting me to his mouth, and then he buried his face in my core.

  Bash killed me softly with his tongue. I’d already been so slick and ready for him, the second he started licking me, I began to shake. My fingers ached from how hard I held on to the slats of his headboard, and it took everything in me not to let go and tangle my hands in his hair.

  “Bash,” I breathed. “Oh god, Bash.” One finger plunged inside me, and his lips wrapped around my clit, sending me into orbit. My belly quivered from how tight the muscles flexed, and when my thighs threatened to clamp around his head, he kept them spread with his arms.

  I came hard, mewling out long torrents of pleasure. Sebastian rearranged us while I was still shaking and disoriented. Before I could think clearly, his hot mouth covered my nipple, and his hips lowered between my thighs. His bare skin melded with mine, touching everywhere, and the wide head of his dick prodded my entrance.

  Seconds before he thrust inside me, my eyes opened and found his. I watched as he entered me without hesitation, and when he was fully seated, something akin to euphoria washed over his features.

  I whimpered at the sharp sting of pain that came from his body invading mine. I’d been ready for him, more than ready, but the number of times I’d had sex could be counted on one hand and it had been over a year since the last time. Even if it had been a thousand times, nothing could have prepared me for having Sebastian Vega inside me, over me, surrounding me.

  “Grace,” he gritted out. “Fucking Grace.” He pumped into me hard and unrelenting, but his eyes were almost soft. Not tender. This wasn’t the time for tenderness. But I felt maybe this was more than just sex for him too.

  I locked my legs around his waist, meeting his thrusts with my rising hips. The pain was still there, but it didn’t bother me. I would have taken it again and again for this—Sebastian Vega inside me because I wanted him there.

  “I want to let go. Let me touch you.” My fingers flexed on the wooden slats. “Please.”

  “You do?”

  I nodded. “So badly.”

  He reached forward, pulling my arms down and placing my hands on his face.

  “Touch me wherever you want, baby.” He lowered his face into my neck, biting and sucking as he drove into me with manic precision.

  I raked my nails over his chest, then smoothed my palms over his flexing biceps. I clung to him as he rode my body, grunting and panting against my throat.

  I’d never had sex like this, but I thought this was how it should be. This was how I wanted it to be. Lovemaking with a light dose of brutality. Desperation and an answering quench. His skin smacked against mine, and the sounds were so sexy to me, I clenched around his length. Even the heavy weight of his body on mine turned me on. Before this, I couldn’t stand to have a boy on top of me. Not since Nate.

  Sebastian had done his very worst to me already. He was a monster I understood and knew. He still terrified me in so many ways, but not here. Not now.

  He raised his head and looked at me with wild, untamed eyes. His pace had picked up, slamming into me even harder, which I hadn’t thought was possible. I cried out with each thrust, digging my nails into his shoulders so I didn’t fly away from the way he drove into me.

  All at once,
Sebastian threw his head back and roared at the ceiling while his pelvis jerked against mine. His cock pulsed inside me, and when the warmth of his cum spilled out around him, in the back of my mind, I realized he hadn’t worn a condom. He hadn’t even asked. Then again, neither had I. And at that moment, I couldn’t find it in me to care.

  I thought he’d collapse on top of me, but he had other ideas.

  “Need you to come again, baby girl.” He pulled out of me and traveled down my body to fit his lips around my clit. He sucked my sensitive bud, and I almost screamed from how raw and insanely good it felt. I was wet everywhere, dripping down my thighs and between my butt cheeks, but Sebastian didn’t seem to mind in the least. He ate my pussy like a starving man, groaning into my soaked flesh.

  I rode his tongue, frantic and breathless. My orgasm was so close, I could almost see it. My fingers tangled in Sebastian’s tousled hair, pulling him closer. He slapped my thigh at the same time his teeth captured my clit, and I flew. My soul floated to the ceiling when I came, near tears from the way he’d played my body.

  And he didn’t stop. I twisted and writhed, but Sebastian just put a hand on my belly to keep me still.

  “I can’t, I can’t,” I stammered.

  He peered up at me from between my legs, and he looked so hot with his lips shiny with my pleasure, I almost came from the sight. “You run, I catch. Stay still and let me make you come one more time.”

  I knew there was no arguing with him, so I took it, and the next orgasm he pulled from the depths of me wrung me out. My throat was raspy from all the moaning and screaming I’d done, and my pussy felt so swollen and achy, I didn’t want to close my legs.

  Sebastian lay down on my leg, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. I stroked his hair as I waited for my heart to return to normal. My bones had turned to liquid. I didn’t think I’d be able to leave this bed for a while.

  “Grace,” he whispered, drawing circles on my belly with his fingertip. “So pretty everywhere.”

  “Thank you.”

  He chuckled, nuzzling into my thigh. “Do you hate me?”

  “Not right now.” I raked my fingers through his hair. “I’m not going to hate you for that sex. The baby you just put in me might be pissed when you run out on her, but I’m cool.”

  His head popped up. “First, I would knock Bradley off, take all his money, and build you and our baby a castle if it came to that. Second, are you on birth control? I should’ve suited up, but—”

  “You lost your mind?” I supplied, smirking.

  “Something like that.”

  “I get the shot, so I’m good as far as tiny, unwanted monsters go. But the other stuff…I’m going to assume you don’t always use a condom with other girls, so we definitely should.”

  “Why are you using present tense about other girls?”

  I shrugged against the mattress. “Because I don’t know. I don’t want you to be with anyone else, but since we’ve never really said what we are, I don’t know who you’re with.”

  “Only you. You’re the only one I want to be with for the foreseeable future. Or forever, take your pick.”

  I snorted a little laugh. “In that case, our wedding should be at our castle. No need to pay for another venue.”

  He patted my hip. “Good thinking, baby.”

  Sebastian grew quiet, and after a few minutes, his breathing turned steady and even. He’d fallen asleep on my naked thigh with his face inches from my pussy. It was both adorable and...no, it was all adorable.

  I picked up my phone, checking the time. It was still early. I had nowhere to be, so I sunk into the pillow, getting comfortable. I’d leave soon, but for now, I’d enjoy the feel of Sebastian Vega dropping all his defense and falling asleep on me.

  Chapter Twenty-six

  Bash drove me home a little after six. He’d said Bradley would be home from work soon, and he didn’t want me to have to deal with meeting the asshole—his words, not mine. I had trouble finding a place in my heart to give Bradley the benefit of the doubt, though, since Sebastian had only fought Nate for the trash he’d been talking about me.

  Bash pulled his bike into a parking spot instead of stopping in front of my building like he normally did. He got off with me, leaving my helmet on the seat and grasping my hips.

  “Are we good?” he asked.

  I nodded. “We’re good. I just need honesty from you from here on out. That’s not up for negotiation.”

  He cocked his head, his lips twitching. “Look at you, Grace. You get laid and become all bossy and in charge.”

  I scratched at the hickey on his neck, smirking back. “I’ve always been bossy. You’ve just steamrolled over me and put your will before mine. I think you getting laid has made you soft.”

  He scoffed, his Adam’s apple bobbing in such a delicious way, I had to hold myself back from licking it. “I’m never soft with you. In any way.”

  “I don’t know. I think you can be.” My hand slipped to the nape of his neck, and I tipped my face back. “Promise me, Bash.”

  His lips ghosted over mine. “Promise you what, Grace?”

  “All honesty. No dirty little secrets.”

  He pulled me closer, pressing his lips to mine. “Promise. You ask, I’ll tell you. I’m a lot of bad things, but I’m not a liar. You should know that about me.”

  I sucked in a deep breath and nodded. “I think I do.”

  He kissed me hot and hard, his tongue plundering my mouth until we were both breathless and clawing at each other. My leg hitched up his, and he caught it, dragging it higher and squeezing my butt. A car backfiring reminded me where we were, which was enough for me to tear my mouth away from his.

  “I need to go inside,” I panted.

  “Yeah.” He nuzzled my neck, inhaling my skin for a long moment. “I need to get home.”

  “See you.”

  He held my face in his hands and stared at me for so long, my stomach tumbled.

  “If you hate me tomorrow, I’m going to be pissed,” he growled.

  “Chances are I won’t.”

  He smacked my ass. “Be good.”

  I untangled myself from his grasp and backed away quickly toward the entrance of my building. “Bye, Bash!” Then I ran, and from behind me, I heard him yell, “Stop fucking running!”

  * * *

  Nothing changed at school. Just because we’d had sex didn’t mean Sebastian and I were this magical golden couple strutting through the halls, and I was happy about that. My feelings had shifted toward him. I was wary, but I’d let myself lean into the swell of emotions blooming in my chest.

  I worked after school on Tuesday and Wednesday, so the only time we had together was lunch and when Bash pinned me to a locker to devour my mouth between classes. By Thursday, I was getting antsy for him. But maybe a little insecure too. He’d pushed so hard for sex, and now that he’d gotten it, did he not want me anymore? The kissing said I was being stupid. The lack of pressure to sink his dick inside me again was what sent my brain racing.

  Gabe swooped in beside me, Sebastian on the other side, as we walked toward lunch.

  “Yo, party at Javi’s on Saturday,” Gabe announced. “Who’s in?”

  When Sebastian glanced at me with a raised brow, Gabe made a noise that sounded like a fire alarm. He got in front of us, walking backward and pointing between us.

  “Hold up, hold up. What was that look?” His brows pinched. “What’s happening here? Are Mom and Dad official?”

  Sebastian slid his arm under my backpack to grip my waist. “Yep.”

  I turned to look at him. “We are?”

  “What do you mean ‘we are’? Of fucking course we are.”

  “Having sex doesn’t mean I’m your girlfriend. Ask Hells.”

  Gabe howled with laughter and nearly tripped over his feet. “Oh shit, she’s gotta point, Bash. But tell me more about the sex. Why am I always the last to know? Mom and Dad gettin’ freaky.”

  I flipped
him off, and Sebastian ignored him. “You’re my girlfriend, Grace. I didn’t think that was up for debate.”

  “It’s not a debate. Perhaps a discussion. It would be nice to know I’m someone’s girlfriend.”

  He tugged me closer, his fingers digging into my flesh. “Not someone. Me. You’re my girlfriend. Cut the shit.”

  I blinked at him, playing coy, which I knew he hated. “And you’re my boyfriend?”

  He groaned like I was the most frustrating person he’d ever known. “Yes. I’m gonna get my name tattooed on you so you don’t fucking forget it.”

  Gabe shook his head and tripped again. “Don’t do it, girl. That’s the kiss of death for relationships.”

  I rolled my eyes. “I’m obviously not getting Sebastian’s name tattooed on me.”

  We got to the stairs, and Gabe had to turn around. The kid was an athlete, but also clumsy as hell. If he tried to climb the stairs backward, he was liable to snap a vital bone.

  “Why is that obvious?” Sebastian asked.

  “Well, first, I’m not into tattoos. But even if I was, we’ve been together a minute. We’re in high school. We didn’t begin under the best circumstances. None of those things bode well for this being long-term.”

  He pressed his face into my hair. “You’re trying to get rid of me already? I just got you.”

  “I don’t want to get rid of you.” I laid my head on his shoulder when we got to the top of the stairs. “I even like you sometimes.”

  Gabe turned around again. “Aw, Mom and Dad are gonna make me a big brother.” He pressed his hand to his cheeks, mouth open in horror. “But I like being an only child. Don’t do it to me!”

  Sebastian lunged at him. “Get the fuck outta here. I’m having a moment with my girl.”

  Gabe ran down the hall, cackling as he went. I shook my head. “He’s an absolute lunatic. You know that, right?”

  Sebastian backed me into a locker, his signature move, and as it turned out, I appreciated the move a lot these days. The cold bite of the metal on my skin sent shivers of arousal down my spine.

  “You wanna go to a party Saturday?” he asked, rubbing his thumb along my jaw.