Jack Hammer

by Tabatha Vargo

  Yes. It was a definite thing.

  I was falling in love with Blaine.

  18

  CHELSEY

  TWO WEEKS WENT BY, and sneaking out with Blaine became the norm. I was actually surprised at how little guilt I felt about it. I didn’t like lying to my parents, but they’d never understand. They could only think about my future, and I knew they’d never see Blaine as a part of that.

  I wasn’t even sure Blaine saw himself as a part of my future, but I hoped he did. Maybe it was too soon to tell, but I was already carving out a space for him along with Columbia. It was a first for me. Usually it was always college and grades. Now it was college, grades, and Blaine.

  I couldn’t remember feeling so happy or carefree, and I never wanted the feeling to end. It was like a permanent vacation from reality when I was with him, and we spent every moment possible together. Whether we were in my bed talking, or in the library studying, Blaine made every moment exciting and pleasurable.

  Sitting at a library table with my face in my textbook, I flinched when I felt something flitter across my shoulder. Looking up at Blaine through my lashes, I found him pretending to read the book he was holding upside down. His lips were rolled into his teeth as he tried to hold back his smile.

  Picking up the piece of paper he threw at me, I tossed it over my shoulder.

  “I’m trying to study,” I whispered.

  We’d been in the public library for all of an hour and I hadn’t gotten more than twenty solid minutes of studying done. Not that I minded, I was becoming used to Blaine’s flirty, playful side.

  He shut his book and leaned onto the table, his face inches from mine. I smiled as he peeked over my history book, propping his chin on it.

  “You’re no fun.” He stuck out his bottom lip and pretended to pout.

  Flattening the book against my chest, I gave him a doubtful look.

  “You thought I was fun last night.” I flirted as I reminded him of how our clothed bodies moved against each others.

  I knew he’d done way more with other girls, but I appreciated the fact that he treated me differently—that he was willing to wait until I was absolutely ready, which at the rate we were going wouldn’t be much longer.

  He played my body like a fine-tuned instrument, and I was finding it harder and harder to resist and listen to my brain over my body.

  His expression smoldered, and I could see in his eyes that he was thinking of the night before, as well.

  “You’re a tease, Chelsey Ford.” He sighed. “We’ve been here forever. Can we go have some more fun now?” He wiggled his eyebrows at me.

  “I told you I had to study, Blaine. You’re the one who insisted you wanted to come with. I told you you’d be bored. You should probably be studying, too.”

  “Why? I’m passing my classes,” he said, resting his chin in his palm.

  “Passing or barely passing?”

  “Passing is passing, Chelsey.”

  Closing my book, I folded my arms over the table and leaned forward.

  “Have you thought about going to college at all, Blaine?”

  He rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair. “Not this conversation again.”

  “It’s never a conversation. You always manage to avoid it.”

  He smiled and winked at me. “You don’t complain at the time.”

  I blushed. “Not this time, Blaine.”

  He sighed and mimicked my position on the table, putting us elbow to elbow and face to face.

  “Why do you care so much?” His eyes were all over my face.

  “I want to see you do well. I know how smart you are.” I smiled when I saw the frustration move over his expression. “Don’t worry, I won’t force you. If you’re happy, I’m happy.”

  His eyes darkened. “No. Please force me, baby,” he flirted.

  I shook my head and chuckled. “I’m being serious, Blaine.”

  He sighed. “I know you are, but I also know you’re overloaded with your own school stuff, babe. I don’t want to add to that.”

  “What? You think I can’t handle it?” I smirked, obviously talking about two things at once.

  He leaned forward, pressing his soft lips to mine in a quick kiss.

  “I don’t know. Maybe you should prove you can.” He grinned.

  The room was getting too hot, my skin too flushed. Quickly, I changed the subject.

  “Besides, you don’t have to worry about me, Blaine.” And then realization settled over me. “Wait. Does this mean you’ve been thinking about what you want to do after graduation?”

  He shrugged. “Maybe. I don’t know.” He ran his palms over his face. “It’s different with you. You make me want to be better—make me want to change everything I know about myself.”

  Shock moved through me. I hated that he thought he needed to change anything about himself. Especially since I loved everything that made him Blaine.

  “Well don’t,” I rushed.

  “Don’t what?”

  “Don’t change a thing.”

  The table creaked beneath him as he moved even closer.

  “So, you’re into bad boys now, huh?”

  “No.” I shook my head. “I’m into you. I’m not trying to change you, Blaine.”

  His hand was warm as it covered my cheek, and he smiled softly at me. “I know. I didn’t think you were. These are my thought, and my feelings. I want to be the kind of guy that deserves to be with you, Chelsey. Because you deserve that much and more from me.”

  It made me sad to know Blaine felt like he wasn’t good enough for me.

  “It means more to me than you’ll ever realize that you feel like that way, Blaine, but I want this to be something you do for you and only you.”

  “I am, but I don’t think I could do it without your help. Are you sure it won’t be too much trouble?”

  My smile took over my entire face, making my cheeks ache. “It’s not any trouble at all.”

  I got up and walked around the table, needing to feel his arms around me, and sat in his lap. He smiled and pulled my face down toward his lips. They were firm and soft as they moved over mine, and then his tongue was a warm pressure against the seam of my lips.

  I opened them freely and his tongue swept the inside of my month, swirling around my own and making me moan in the back of my throat.

  Someone dropped a book close by and I jumped at the sound. Realizing where we were, I stood and covered my blazing cheeks with my palms.

  “You’re a bad influence, Blaine Wesley.”

  “You don’t know the half of it.”

  His smile was truly wicked. He stood, taking my hand and pulling me toward the back of the library. It was a place I’d never explored, full of books I never found interesting. The space was dim and deserted, giving us the secrecy we desired.

  He pulled me around him and pushed my back against the bookcase. The bindings dug into my shoulders and the smell of old, dusty books swirled around me as he covered my body with his until we were touching in every way possible.

  My thighs clenched together as desire pooled low in my stomach and warm against my panties.

  “You’re going to get us kicked out of here.” My words came out muffled because his lips were already pressing against mine.

  “I promise not to get your library card revoked.”

  And then his tongue was filling my mouth, and his warmth and taste was all I could focus on. Blaine was the master of kissing, and I wasn’t saying that because he was the only boy I’d ever kissed. I couldn’t even imagine finding someone who kissed better than Blaine.

  I was lost in everything he was, and everything else seemed to fall away as his hands moved down my arms and took my wrists pulling them above my head. He held them there with one hand as the other came down in a delicious pressure along my side.

  He moved it around my hip and over the curve of my ass, squeezing and pulling me tighter against the hardness that was pressed between my leg
s. I moaned, and arched harder against him.

  We’d done our share of making out over the last two weeks, but this was the first time Blaine had taken charge completely—not allowing me to move or fight. It both scared me and excited me.

  His lips were moving down my neck and his hand was no longer holding my arms up as it moved over my ribcage. He squeezed gently before moving higher and higher. When his hands covered my breasts, I thought I was going to die from the sudden burst of pleasure.

  His thumbs moved over my hardened nipples at the same time and a burst of hot liquid tingled between my thighs. I didn’t realize I was pushing myself harder against Blaine’s hands until I noticed I could no longer feel the bookcase behind me.

  My body flushed hotly, and I fell back against the shelf the same time Blaine dropped his hands. We were breathing hard, our chests rising and falling rapidly. His forehead was resting against my collarbone and we stood like that for several seconds.

  When he finally lifted his head, his icy eyes found mine.

  “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his hand coming up and his thumb sweeping across my bottom lip. “I didn’t mean to get carried away. Are you okay?”

  “I’m fine, Blaine. You weren’t the only one who got a little crazy.”

  “I swear I didn’t bring you back here to do that. I only planned on kissing you.”

  “It’s fine. I’m fine, promise.”

  He nodded. “Good.”

  He placed an innocent kiss on the tip of my nose and then another against my lips. I knew he didn’t trust himself any more than I trusted myself to deepen the kiss. His hand found mine and he pulled me through the library back to our spot so I could get my books and bag.

  An hour later, he was dropping me off a block from my house. Forging teacher’s notes had become his specialty, and we didn’t want my parents catching on to what we were doing. We followed certain steps every time we did something together, and I hated that I had to sneak around with him. He was worth so much more to me.

  “I’m sorry you have to drop me off here and not at my door like a real couple.” I gripped my hands in my lap and squeezed my fingers together.

  Reaching over, he lifted my chin and softly smiled. “Hey, I understand. It is what it is, right?”

  I nodded. “I just don’t want you to think I’m ashamed of you because I’m not. I’d tell my parents right now if you wanted me to. I just know they’d make it next to impossible to see each other if I did.”

  He took my hand and brought it up to his lips. “I know, Little Doe. We have a good thing going here. I don’t want anything to ruin it.”

  I smiled, his breath making my fingers tingle “Me either.”

  I gathered my stuff, hating all the moments when I had to leave him, and moved to get out. He stopped me.

  “You want to do something on Saturday?” he asked.

  Exhilaration surged through me. “Sure. Like what?”

  His grin grew evil and I was almost afraid of his answer.

  “I have a few things in mind.”

  I pouted. “That’s not very nice, Blaine.”

  “Nope.” He smiled and leaned in to kiss me. I melted as usual. “But it sure is fun,” he muttered against my mouth.

  I laughed. Cupping his cheek, I deepened the kiss and lost my fingers in his dark hair. His finger lingered down my cheek before moving over the soft skin of my neck. And then he pulled away and pressed his forehead against mine.

  “Goodnight, Chelsey.”

  “Goodnight, Blaine.”

  19

  BLAINE

  I WORKED MY COCK with my eyes closed and thoughts of Chelsey and her tiny moans replaying in my mind. Jacking off in the shower had become something I was doing twice a day now. I could’ve easily picked up a random piece around town, but even thinking about being with someone who wasn’t Chelsey made me feel sick.

  I pressed my face against the cold tile and gritted my teeth together as I unloaded in my palm. My balls tightened almost painfully as the pleasure seeped from my body warming my fingers as it spilled through them.

  Catching my breath, I rested the back of my head against the wall and chuckled softly to myself. I hadn’t gone so long without sex since the first time I’d fucked a girl. Sneaking into Chelsey’s bed every night and pleasuring her was fucking amazing, but it was taking its toll on me physically.

  Don’t get me wrong, she tried to touch me—tried to return the favor, but I knew there was only so much I could take and I was way past the point of being okay with a simple hand job.

  After my shower, I stopped by Jay’s for a bit, killing time until it was late enough to go to Chelsey, and then I drove across town. I parked my car a few houses down, and walked to her house. A tiny light glowed in her window and I knew she was up waiting for me.

  I smiled. I couldn’t help it. Something had changed within me. I couldn’t get enough of her. She was all I thought about. I’d even gone as far as telling my mom about her, which I never did.

  Needless to say, I’d promised my parents I’d bring Chelsey by to meet them at some point. It was the strangest thing to have such strong feelings for a person. So much so that I was willing to bring her into my world even though I knew she’d stick out like a beacon of light in hell.

  I scaled the tree outside Chelsey’s window, and then crept across the roof. Her window was open for me and the curtains were billowing out into the heated, Georgia breeze.

  Stepping up to the window, I stood there and watched as she leaned over her desk and read a book. She had a glasses on, which was a major fucking turn on for me. Her knees were pulled up to her chest, her cute toes peeking over the edge of the chair, and she twirled a piece of hair between two fingers as her wide eyes took in the words of her book. Whatever she was reading was exciting.

  I loved Chelsey. I had yet to tell her, but it was definitely love I felt. I couldn’t pinpoint an exact reason why I loved her. It was a multitude of things. Like the way her eyes widened in excitement, or the soft smile she’d give me when I did something to please her. Her love for books, and the way she always saw the best in me—even when deep down I knew I had no real redeemable qualities.

  She was so good inside and out—unflawed and completely perfect in my eyes. She was so sweet and kind, and so fucking smart. She made me a better person—even my parents had made comments on the difference. I was better with her. Period.

  More than anything, I loved making her happy. That was the biggest reason I knew I loved her. Most of my life I’d been a selfish prick—the only people I ever cared about pleasing was my family. But now there was Chelsey, and I did everything I could to make her happy.

  She set her book to the side, and picked up an envelope from her desk. Pulling out the letter inside, her eyes took it in and a look of pure happiness moved over her face. Just as quickly as it came, it went, and a frown took its place.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked from my spot at the window.

  She gasped and dropped the letter. It floated like a feather to the ground.

  She moved toward the window, leaving the letter on the floor and kissed me sweetly after I climbed into her room. Her lips warmed mine and she gripped the front of my shirt as if she never wanted to let me go. I loved how wanted she made me feel. It wasn’t anything like the other girls. Chelsey didn’t want my cock, she wanted me.

  God, I loved her so much.

  I reached up and ran a finger across her face, loving that the frown from earlier was gone and a beautiful smile was lighting up her face.

  “I missed you,” she whispered.

  I chuckled at her cuteness and kissed the tip of her nose. “We just saw each other at school eight hours ago, sweetie.”

  “I don’t care. I missed you.”

  My heart surged with devotion and love. The words danced on my lips begging to be spoken into the room around us, but the fear of freaking her out and losing her was stronger.

  I tucked her hair behind her ears
, before capturing her cheeks in my palms and claiming her lips. She moaned into my mouth and my cock grew. I stepped away from her and took a deep breath.

  “Don’t,” she said, moving closer and rubbing against me.

  Love will make you do some crazy shit. Backing away from Chelsey when she was practically begging me for it was the craziest.

  I smiled down at her, still amazed by the fact that she was mine, and then I kissed her nice and hard the way I knew she liked it.

  Pulling away, I gave her one final chaste kiss on the lips and pressed my forehead to hers as I breathed her in.

  “So, what’s with the letter on the floor?” I asked.

  Her body tensed in my arms and her smile looked forced. “It’s nothing.”

  “Why do I feel like you’re lying to me, Little Doe?”

  She stepped out of my arms and turned toward the paper on the floor. Swiping it up, she tucked it in the top drawer of her desk.

  “I’m not. Seriously, it’s nothing.”

  She was hiding something from me and I didn’t like it. I was so open with Chelsey. Other than the fact that I was totally in love with her, I told her everything.

  Pulling her back into my arms, I ran my hands down her back. “Don’t do that.”

  “Don’t do what?” Her eyes gave away her anxiety as she put her arms around my neck and attempted to kiss away my concern.

  I pulled back, keeping her at a distance so I didn’t get lost in her and forget, which I knew she was working toward. “Don’t hide things from me. I want us to be open about everything. I tell you everything, Chelsey. Whatever it is, I can handle it.”

  She put her head down and nodded, before she pulled away and went to her desk drawer, pulling out the letter. Her eyes watered a bit when she handed it over and I felt her sadness in my chest.

  Opening the letter, I looked it over and read each word carefully. It was an acceptance letter for Chelsey from Columbia University.

  “I got in,” she whispered sadly.

  I wasn’t surprised by the fact that she’d gotten in. Hell, Chelsey was a fucking genius. As far as I was concerned, Columbia was lucky to have her, not the other way around. But I was surprised by her lack of enthusiasm about it.