Jack Hammer

by Tabatha Vargo

  I stood to the side as the doctor examined her head, and my abdominal muscles tensed every time she flinched in pain. I didn’t like that shit one bit. Every time it happened I wanted to drive back to the farm and beat the shit out of Josh for allowing this to go so far. He should’ve protected her better. He should’ve been smarter.

  “Well, Miss Ford, we’re going to need to x-ray that ankle and get a CT scan just to be on the safe side,” the doctor said.

  He made notes on his clipboard before looking up with a confident smile. Chelsey nodded and tucked a muddy, stray piece of hair that managed to escape her ponytail behind her ear. The doctor patted her on the back before leaving us alone in the room.

  “Thanks for bringing me here,” she said.

  She was nibbling on her bottom lip and avoiding eye contact.

  “What were you thinking, Chelsey?” I asked. “You could’ve killed yourself.”

  She looked down and twisted her fingers in her lap. “I was thinking I wanted to do something fun. Lynn says I never do anything fun. Plus, I needed something to take my mind off some frustrations in my life.”

  I shook my head and sighed. “What’s so fucking frustrating in your life that you put yourself in danger to escape it?” I asked.

  I was beginning to feel frustrated myself. Now that my anger had subsided and my high had vanished I was thinking more clearly. All I could think about was how much worse it could’ve been.

  “You,” she whispered. “You frustrate me beyond belief.”

  My stomach felt as if it dropped, and I swallowed hard to clear the knot in my throat. Everything that happened from the moment I helped pick up her books flashed through my mind. I felt desperate to be close to her—to touch her skin and feel her against mine.

  I moved closer, running my finger down the side of her face and over a crusted piece of mud that was stuck to her flushed skin. She looked up at me—her eyes clashing with mine. I watched as she swallowed hard, her throat moving up and down.

  “You’re pretty frustrating, too, you know?” I rasped.

  I didn’t stop at her cheek. Instead, I let my finger drift down the side of her neck where her pulse was banging against her delicate skin.

  “I am?”

  I moved closer again, my thighs brushing against the bed she was sitting on. Losing my fingers in her muddy hair, I used the heel of my hand to lift her chin.

  “Very. You make me crazy, Chelsey.”

  My honesty was deafening. It echoed off the walls and cut through the silence of the room around us. Again, she nervously began to nibble on her bottom lip as she looked up at me through her dark lashes. She had no idea the affect she had on me.

  “Like that,” I said, pulling her bottom lip from her teeth with my thumb. “It drives me crazy when you bite your lip like that. It makes me think about kissing you again, and that’s something I can’t do.”

  She licked her lips before releasing a hard breath that I felt against the pad of my thumb.

  “You can’t?” she asked as her brow dipped in confusion.

  “No.”

  “Why not?”

  She surprised me with her question. I could tell by the acceleration of her pulse and her dilated eyes that she wanted me to kiss her.

  “Because I’m afraid if I do, I won’t be able to stop.”

  I leaned in closer. Her sweet scent mixed with the earthy smell of the dirt caked on her swirled all around me. She blinked, her big, brown eyes glazed over and stimulated, and she leaned in closer to me, as well.

  “I don’t know that I’d want you to stop,” she whispered.

  I was close enough to feel her soft breaths against my mouth, and I swallowed hard just thinking about pressing my mouth to hers.

  “You don’t know? Maybe we should try it out and see what you think then?”

  I didn’t wait for her to respond. Instead, I moved in, pressing my lips to hers and swallowing the tiny moan that slipped from her. Running my tongue long the seam of her lips, she gasped, letting me move in and taste her.

  My tongue swirled around hers—so soft and sweet—sending shivers down my body in a way no other girl ever had. I groaned when she cupped my cheek before losing her fingers in the hair on the back of my head.

  I took my time, showing her with my kiss what she did to me—showing her how crazy she made me. And again, she gave as good as she got, thrusting her tongue into my mouth and sucking on my bottom lip.

  My body hardened, and knew I was getting entirely too carried away in the hospital. Not to mention, I expected her parents to show up at any minute.

  Pulling away, I pressed my forehead to hers and caught my breath with closed eyes. She continued to rub the side of my face before she leaned in once more and pressed a soft, chaste kiss to my lips.

  “Chelsey?” I opened my eyes and looked into hers.

  “Yeah?”

  “You’re mine,” I stated.

  I didn’t care if I sounded demanding. I only cared that she knew from that moment on she was mine. As in, no other guy was taking her anywhere else. I didn’t care about what her parents thought. All I cared about was marking her with my lips and keeping her as my own. We’d deal with the rest later, once I knew she was okay and safe in her bed.

  “I am?” She grinned up at me and released a tiny chuckled.

  I didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

  “Does that mean you’re mine?” she asked, her eyes moving over my face and looking right through me.

  I nodded. “Definitely. I have been since the first moment I saw you.”

  Cupping her cheeks, I pulled her face to mine and kissed her again, finalizing the beginning of our relationship with the deep caresses of my tongue against hers. She gripped my hands on the sides of her face and kissed me back.

  Commotion sounded from just outsider the room we were in, and we jerked apart when the door flew open revealing her parents. They stood there looking back at us with appalled expressions.

  I stepped away from her bed, thankful I’d remembered to put my shirt back on regardless of the fact that it was covered in Chelsey’s blood.

  Lifting my chin, I didn’t blink as I matched her mother’s stare.

  “Mr. and Mrs. Ford, my name’s Blaine. It’s nice to finally meet you.” I held my hand out to her father who looked down at it like it was a poisonous snake.

  I swallowed hard, and dropped my hand to my side when I realized he wasn’t going to shake it. Her mother’s eyes moved over me as if I was the trash her maid had taken out the week before, and I looked down at my bloody shirt with disdain.

  “Chelsey,” her mother’s voice rang out. “Say goodbye to your little friend. It’s bound to be the last time you ever see him.”

  I lifted my head swiftly, my eyes clashing with Chelsey’s, and I knew in that moment that it didn’t matter what her parents said. She was mine, and I’d do whatever it took to see her again.

  17

  CHELSEY

  BLAINE’S EYES WERE HARD AS STEEL as he stepped out of the room and left me alone with my parents. I wanted to call out to him. I wanted to beg him to stay and block me from their rage. I could see it boiling just behind my father’s eyes. I could see it in the snarl of my mother’s mouth. There was about to be hell to pay.

  The room fell silent, and I could practically see the smoke coming from their ears as they glared down at me. My ankle chose that moment to begin to throb, and I reached down and laid my hand over it. Memories of the night bombarded me, making me flinch from my aching head.

  The night had been terrible up until the last few minutes with Blaine. Honestly, I’d do it all over again if it meant I’d get to relive his kisses all over again. The way he touched my face was amazing. Even with the mud dry and crusted all over me, he touched me like my skin felt like silk.

  The look on his face, the way he said my name and called me his, all of it melted me on the spot. The pain in my ankle and head had all but disappeared when his lips were on mine.r />
  The truth was, he knew exactly what he was saying and doing, and he had never been more right. I was his. I’d melted for him and became putty in his hands. It was sad how easily I’d fallen for him and his words, and I knew no matter what, I’d see him again. It didn’t matter if I had to sneak out every night until I was eighteen, I’d do it for him. And something told me, he’d do the same for me.

  **********

  I WENT HOME WITH A SPRAINED ANKLE and a slight concussion. All things I could live with. What I couldn’t live with were the ridiculous rules that were laid down the minute I stepped through my front door.

  There would be no more riding to school with Lynn. There would be no more leaving my house without either my mother or father in tow. There would be no more staying after school without a teacher’s written note. All things that made me feel like I was ten all over again.

  It was embarrassing and completely preposterous, but I guess I understood a tiny bit.

  Did I screw up? Yes.

  Was I going to ever get back on a four-wheeler or have another drink? Hell to the no.

  I’d learned my lesson. That was the thing about me. It only took once and I was done. I wasn’t a glutton for punishment. At least I wasn’t unless it had something to do with Blaine. And being away from him for the three days I was out of school was punishment enough.

  I couldn’t wait to get back to school and see how things had changed. I wanted to see his smile and his icy eyes as they moved over me, making me feel like there was something special about me. I loved the way I felt around him—the exhilaration of being near him.

  So, when it was time for bed the night before I went back to school, it was with a smile full of anticipation that I turned my lamp off and snuggled into my sheets. I laid there staring up at my ceiling fan and thought of Blaine. I thought of his kisses and the cocky smirks that played on his luscious lips. It wasn’t long before my eyes were getting heavy and I couldn’t wait to fall asleep and dream about him.

  I was dancing on the outskirts of my conscious, sleep slowing seeping into my brain, when a tap on my window had me sitting up in bed with a gasp. My heart accelerated with excitement instead of fear. I knew who it was without even checking.

  Going to my window, I peeled back my curtain to find Blaine there smiling back at me. I unlocked the window and pulled it up as quietly as possible, before standing to the side and helping him in.

  “What are you doing here?” I whispered as I closed the window and set my curtains back in place.

  When I turned my attention back to him, he pulled me into his arms and kissed me. His fingers caressed my heated cheeks as his lips moved over mine. His teeth grazed my bottom lip before he sucked it softly pulling a moan from the back of my throat.

  Pulling away, he kissed the tip of my nose before resting his forehead against mine.

  “That was nice,” I said with a smile.

  “Hell yeah it was.” He grinned down at me. “I know it’s late, but I couldn’t wait until tomorrow.”

  I was more than happy that he couldn’t wait. I was having a hell of a time waiting myself.

  “How did you know I was coming back to school tomorrow?”

  “I harassed your friend Lynn until she told me.” Reaching up, he ran his fingers through my hair sending chills running down the back of my neck and spine. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

  “I’m glad you’re here,” I countered.

  His smile dropped and a serious expression moved over his face as his eyes took me in.

  “What are you doing to me, Chelsey?” he asked. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

  Using his thumb, he tugged my bottom lip out of my teeth. I hadn’t even realized I was nibbling on it again. And then he leaned in and softly sucked the spot where my teeth had been. My stomach grew heavy, and my nipples harden beneath my tank top embarrassing me and making me pull away and cross my arms.

  His eyes moved down my body and a smile tugged at his lips as if he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

  I moved over to my bed and sat down, pulling my sheet over my body as if I was cold. He followed behind me and sat at the edge of the bed.

  “So, how are things at school?” I asked, quickly changing the subject to something safe. “Any idea what we made on the project for Mr. Liam?”

  He moved in closer, his hand going to my cheek before he moved his thumb over my skin back and forth. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, enjoying the feel of his roughed skin against mine.

  Without answering me, he leaned in and kissed me again. His kiss grew frenzied, his tongue delving deep into my mouth as if he couldn’t get enough of me. I kissed him back, matching his tongue and pulling at his shirt without even realizing I was doing so.

  “I want to take it slow with you,” he murmured against my lips. “But it’s so fucking hard. I want you so bad.”

  His words made the spot between my thighs throb, and as if he was completely tuned into my body, he reached his hand down and pressed his palm between my legs. The pressure felt amazing, and I gasped at the sensation, making him groan and bit into his own bottom lip.

  He pulled his hand back, his eyes moving over my face and taking in my expression. “Is it okay if I touch you?” he asked. “I can tell you like it.”

  “Just on top of my clothes,” I said.

  And then he leaned over me, slowly pushing me back on my bed.

  “Deal,” he whispered against my lips.

  And then he was kissing me again as his hands moved over my thin top and even thinner shorts. I wiggled my legs around unable to stay still, and breathed hard into the dim space around us. The moonlight coming through my window gave me just enough light to see his icy eyes darken before he moved down and began to slowly kiss my neck and the skin above my chest.

  His fingers moved down my side and grasped my hip before he slowly brought it around and cupped me between my thighs. Applying pressure with the heel of his hand, he sent waves of pleasure through my body. I dug my heels into my bed and whined at the sweet sensation.

  Then his hand was gone and he was moving between my legs. He pressed his jean clad thighs against mine, his hardness rubbing right against the sensitive parts of me through my shorts, and before long we were moving together and panting into the air around us.

  His body felt amazing, and the more he moved his hips and pressed his hardness against me, the louder the noises that pushed past my lips became.

  “As much as I love those sweet noises, you have to be quiet, baby,” he whispered against my neck.

  And then he shifted his hips and the slow rise that moved into my stomach exploded. His hand went over my mouth, blocking the loud moans that poured from my mouth, as his hips continued their sweet torture. The roughness of his jeans felt even more abrasive the wetter my shorts became, until finally my shorts were pushed completely to the side and my soaked center was wetting the front of his jeans.

  When my body started to shake and the sensations were too much, he stopped moving his hips and replaced his hand with his lips.

  “That was so fucking hot, Little Doe.” He kissed the corner of my mouth. “Did it feel good?”

  His question sent a blush over my skin and all I could do was nod my answer.

  It felt better than good. It felt incredible. It felt like nothing I’d ever experienced before—like something I wanted to experience over and over again.

  Wanting to return the favor, I reached between us and palmed his hardness through his jeans. His body went tense and his head fell to my shoulder as he covered my hand with his. A hiss rushed from his lips against my skin and I felt myself getting started all over again.

  But then he stopped my hand from moving and placed a soft kiss against my skin.

  “Tonight was about you, sweet girl,” he whispered. “Let’s save that for another time. I don’t think I can handle your hands on me tonight.”

  He rolled over to my side, pulling me into his arms and
then he kissed my forehead.

  “But—” I started.

  “No buts, baby. Maybe next time,” he said. He ran a finger down my shoulder, making my blood boil. “I should probably go,” he said before he moved to sit up.

  Reaching out, I stopped him. “No. Stay,” I whispered. “At least until I fall asleep.”

  His smile was soft before he pressed a kiss to the tip of my nose and snuggled into my neck.

  My body hummed as I snuggled into Blaine and my comforter. It wasn’t long until sleep came and swept me away.

  **********

  BLAINE BEGAN SPENDING THE NIGHT in my bed every night after that. We never had sex, though. Most nights we’d lay in my bed and talk, but some nights, when I’d let him, he’d kiss me and use his fingers in a wicked way I never knew was possible on my body.

  I’d wake up every morning with the space next to me empty, only an imprint of him in my pillow and the twinge of happy sensations low in my stomach to remind me he’d been there. As lame as it sounds, I’d always roll over and breathe in the space as if he were still there.

  It was a strangest thing. After being programmed my entire life to only think about my future and my GPA, spending so much time daydreaming about Blaine made all the difference. I smiled and relaxed more. Things that would stress me out before had little to no effect on me. Even Lynn noticed the changes.

  “You slept with him didn’t you?” she asked around a granola bar.

  I bit into my lip to keep from laughing at the expression on her face. “Not yet, but is it weird that I’m considering it?”

  She snorted. “Um, hell no. Have you seen him lately? He screams sex just walking down the hallway. FYI I’m totally jealous.”

  I shook my head and chuckled.

  She was right. Blaine was sexy, and sweet, and just flat out perfect for me. And I knew it wasn’t going to be much longer before I gave him all of myself. As it was, I was sure I was falling in love with him. If I hadn’t already. I had no idea how to tell. All I knew was I couldn’t stop thinking about him, and whenever I saw his smile I felt like I couldn’t breathe.