Rewriting History

by Missy Johnson

  “Oh God,” I mumble, breaking away from his kiss, my head falling onto his chest. I cry out as he continues to finger me. I’m unsteady on my feet, but I don’t care. What he has me feeling right now is pure ecstasy.

  “Christ, you’re so fucking sexy,” he whispers. “Come on my hand, Jill. I want to feel you release.” His voice tips me over the edge and, bucking my hips, I let out a groan, collapsing against him.

  “Oh, fuck,” I gasp as my body spasms. I bite hard on my lip; anything to stop myself from screaming. Though we’re secluded, I’m not sure how alone we actually are. The last thing I want to do is put on a show for the other guests.

  Turning to face him, I run my hand over the front of his cargos and push him back toward the door. I want to be inside our room for what I’m about to do.

  “What are you doing, Jill?” he asks, his lips twitching as I back him over to the sofa.

  “What does it look like?” I smirk, my eyes narrowing as I push him. He falls back, landing in the middle of the cushions. He lets out a laugh and rubs his jaw. I position one leg on the arm of the sofa and unzip my knee-high boot, letting it fall to the floor. Then I do the same with the other. My eyes haven’t left Eli’s as I stand and lift my sweater over my head. I shake my hair and smile, loving the confidence he makes me feel.

  “You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, lifting his own shirt over his head. He unzips his pants and reaches in, freeing his hard cock. “Take off your underwear.”

  I slowly do as he asks, pulling down my thong, keeping my knees straight as they slide over my legs and to the floor. He watches as I move my hand behind my back and unclasp my bra. My nipples are already erect.

  His eyes narrow as his chest expands slowly, as if he’s trying to control his breathing. One hand works his cock as he watches me. There is something so sexy, so intimate about watching a guy palm himself. My finger trails down between my legs. I’m sensitive post-orgasm, but it’s only making me hornier.

  I move forward and straddle him, pressing my lips against his. He pants, his breathing shallow as he grips the back of my head, kissing me roughly.

  “I need you inside me,” I mumble, grinding my thighs against him. He is so fucking hard. I yelp as he lifts me off him so I’m kneeling on the sofa above him.

  “Turn around,” he orders, his voice hoarse. I do.

  My legs slightly parted, I’m trembling as I wait for him to enter me. He trails his hand from the base of my back up to my shoulders. I gasp when he grabs a handful of my hair, his sheathed cock resting at my entrance.

  He tugs at my hair, and at the same time he rams his length inside me. God, he’s amazing. The full feeling of him in me is borderline painful. He moves with force but it feels incredible.

  “Oh God, yes,” I whimper as he thrusts himself inside me. I can feel myself contracting with every push. I arch my back, forcing myself down lower to allow me to take more of him.

  Eli lets go of my hair and grabs my hips in his hands. His tight grip allows him to strike me harder. His pace speeds up and he’s close to coming. I don’t allow myself to finish but want to feel all of him.

  He groans, pulling out and back in slowly as comes down from his high.

  “Hottest ass ever.” He smacks my behind, making me giggle. “Let’s get some dinner.”

  We order from the room service menu, as neither of us can be bothered getting dressed. Instead, I’m wrapped in a sheet and Eli is naked except for some boxers. We sit out on the deck after we’ve eaten. The night is clear and we’ve got a direct view of the city.

  “I quite like LA. Of all the places I’ve lived, I’ve never actually been here.” I grin at Eli. “So thank you for bringing me.”

  He scoots closer to me on the daybed so I’m leaning on him. “Ever been to Miami?”

  No, that’s another place I haven’t been. I shake my head, and Eli continues.

  “After you graduate, I’ll take you home to meet my mom.”

  Looking from the view to Eli, I must have a stunned look on my face when he says, “What? Too fast?”

  “Really? You’ll introduce me to your mom?” A big smile breaks out over my face. “I’d really love that.”

  Chuckling, he kisses the top of my head. “It’s Danny I don’t you to meet,” he smirks. “He’s a damn flirt.”

  “Scared he might give you a little competition?” I tease, wrapping my arms around him. He laughs as I kiss his chest. As if anyone could compare.

  ***

  The morning sun breaks through the curtains, blinding me as I open my eyes. Where am I? I glance around as my memory slowly pieces together last night. After relaxing on the daybed, we moved inside to watch a movie but ten minutes into it, I was out like a light. I have no recollection of getting into bed.

  Yawning, I push back the covers and sit up, covering myself with a sheet when I realize Eli is at the door, accepting room service. I blush as the bellboy nods at me, his eyes darting downward as soon as he pushes the cart into the room. Eli slips him a bill and locks the door.

  I watch as Eli pushes the cart over to me, his pajama pants hanging low on his hips and his normally styled hair all messed. He is so fucking hot.

  Fuck the food. I want him for breakfast.

  “Sleep well?” he asks, sitting on the edge of the bed. I nod as he leans over and kisses me. “I didn’t know what you wanted, so I ordered a little bit of everything.”

  Stopping in front of me, he takes a tray from the cart and places it on my lap. He’s ordered my favorite, granola and fruit, along with bacon, eggs, pancakes, hash browns and piping hot coffee. I point to the granola and he removes the rest of the food.

  “You’re the best.” I grin, pouring some yogurt into my bowl.

  “Yeah. All the girls say I’m a total catch.” He ducks as I throw a pillow at him.

  Smart-ass.

  After breakfast and a long, hot shower, we go into downtown LA to have lunch. Eli has never been to this part of LA before so we take our time, exploring. I could spend the rest of my life taking my time with him.

  Except for when he’s going down on me. Then I’m happy for him rush.

  We arrive back at the room and instead of getting room service from the restaurant on-site, we opt for pizza and play the deck of cards he brought with him.

  “Hey, that’s not fair,” I yell, reaching over to whack his arm. “You can’t look at your card before turning it over. That’s cheating.” I fold my arms, pretending to be pissed.

  “I did not. You’re just pissed because I won. Again.” He smirks. “Come on. Another piece of clothing off.”

  I glower at him. What a load of shit. He’s sitting there, fully clothed—and he only has three items to remove. I’ve been able to take off my rings, earrings, and I’m still down to my underwear. He doesn’t play fair.

  And I’m sure he’s trying to get me drunk, judging by the amount of wine he’s been feeding me.

  “You’re not being a very responsible adult,” I tease as he refills my glass again.

  He narrows his eyes at me and laughs. “Oh, I see. Now you’re trying to guilt me into taking pity on you?” He shakes his head sadly. “I thought you were better than that.”

  “I wouldn’t have to if you didn’t cheat.” I laugh. I throw my cards at him and cross my arms. “New game. You’re going to see me naked anyway, right? Let’s play truth. Not truth or dare, just truth. I ask a question and if you don’t want to answer, you do a shot.”

  “A shot of wine?” He eyes me as if I’m insane.

  “Unless you have something stronger,” I tease.

  He shakes his head. “I don’t think so. You can barely handle this. All right, I’ll play your little game. I’ll start. Favorite movie?”

  “Anchorman. Favorite food?” I respond.

  “Indian. Best childhood memory?” Eli says.

  “Christmas, 2007. It was the last time Dad was home for Holidays. Why were you single when we started talking?” I ask, looking hi
m straight in the eye.

  He pauses for a minute to think about the sudden question. “Because I hadn’t met anyone that I was attracted to. Sure, I’ve had one-night stands, but no attachment that I wanted to take further.” He shrugs. I decide he’s telling the truth. “Favorite teacher?” He chuckles.

  “Mr. Anderson, without a doubt.” He smiles, then I add, “Your dad, that is.”

  His smile disappears, and I giggle. I decide this is as good an opportunity as any to ask him about his dad.

  “So what is going on with your father? He’ll be back teaching soon, right?”

  He glances at me and sighs. Something is wrong. I’m not sure what, but I have a feeling I’m not going to like it and that it’s the same thing that’s been bothering him since we got on the plane.

  “Shit,” he curses. His eyes drop. I go to move closer to him, but he stops me. “Stay there for a second. I may as well tell you what’s going on now.”

  My stomach drops as I wait for him to speak. Why did I insist on playing this stupid game and asking that question?

  “I should’ve just told you this the other day. I have no idea why I didn’t.” He shakes his head and my anxiety soars. “Dad isn’t doing so well. His heart is playing up. He had minor surgery, and the doctors thought that he would bounce back in no time, but . . .” He swallows, raising his head, his eyes meeting mine. “Last week after you and I were in the office . . .” He flushes. “. . . Galleu asked to speak to us both. Apparently Dad needs more surgery, and he’ll be off for the rest of the year.”

  Sighing, his eyes meet mine, full of sadness and regret.

  “That means I’m going to be teaching Senior History, not Junior.” He looks outside. “It’s only five months until you graduate, but after break is over . . . I can’t be your teacher and your boyfriend. Not until you finish.”

  My eyes widen as sadness plunges through me, which is soon replaced with anger. I’m done with him making all the rules about us. I’m in this relationship as much as he is. He doesn’t get to decide everything. That’s not fair.

  “No! That’s not happening. Why do you keep doing this to me?” Thoughts begin to whirl in my head. I’m stressed, and I can’t think straight.

  Why can’t someone give us a fucking break?

  I need to get away from him.

  I can’t think when he’s this close to me. I get to my feet and run to the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I turn on the tap and splash water over my face, trying to stem my tears. I can’t stand the thought of not being with him, and I’m angry that he’s so quick to put us on hold.

  How much different is it being my teacher for a few weeks as opposed to a few months?

  He’s becoming my world. He’s not just a distraction or a crush. I can be myself around him. We can’t just be friends. We’ve already proven that it won’t fucking work, and I can’t believe he’s doing this…again.

  I walk back into the room. Eli has put his clothes back on and he’s putting more wood in the fireplace.

  “Eli, I can’t be away from you but I can’t sit in a classroom with you knowing I can’t be with you. I don’t think I can go through it again.” My voice breaks as the tears threaten to fall again.

  “Shh. Let’s worry about this after break, okay?”

  I nod, but only because I hope I can change his mind by then. I hope I can make him see sense. But I know his concern is as much for me as it is himself. He wants to protect me, and I get that.

  It’s one of the things I love about him.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Jill

  The warm feather blanket weighs my body into the bed as I wake up on Christmas morning—one of my favorite days of the year, apart from my birthday. The windows are covered in shards of ice as snow floats from the overcast sky. If there’s any day you want to wake up to snow, it’s Christmas Day. Reaching to turn off the alarm, I see that my phone is showing two messages.

  Eli: Merry Xmas pretty lady. Can’t wait to see you this afternoon

  Alice: Why is Santa Claus always so happy? Because he knows where all the naughty girls live. Hoe Hoe Hoe :p Bet you’ll be getting spoiled today. Merry Xmas Jillybean xxx

  I laugh and crawl out of the warmness of my bed. She cracks me up, that girl. She certainly knows how to make this pretty lady smile. Eli’s text warms me. The fact that he’s already thinking about me so early in the day makes me giddy. Am I the first thing he thinks of when he wakes up?

  I text them both back, reach for my robe, and make my way downstairs.

  The house is warm and eerily silent apart from the Christmas music playing faintly through my phone. I’m sitting in the kitchen with a mug of hot coffee, the usual anticipation I feel on Christmas morning racing through my veins.

  When I was little, one Christmas morning I woke Mom in the middle of the night by tickling her feet as she slept in bed. She screamed, and both she and Dad jumped out of bed naked, which was a terrifying sight for a six-year-old. All I wanted was my presents. I’d been sitting in the living room for hours, waiting for them to get up.

  Mom worked last night so I decide to start prepping breakfast and let her sleep—as much as I’d love to jump on her to get the day started. And open my presents. I’m cooking the bacon and eggs when she walks into the kitchen, smiling even though she looks tired.

  “Merry Christmas, baby,” she says, wrapping her arms around me.

  “Thanks, Mom. Merry Christmas to you too. Have you heard from Dad?” I ask.

  She nods. “He called late last night at work. He’ll speak to you later.” I nod and hand her a glass of juice. Holidays are especially hard when Dad can’t get home, but we do the best we can.

  There is a knock on the door and I race to open it, already knowing that it’s Sophia. The family she’s staying with doesn’t celebrate Christmas. Something tragic happened to their son on Christmas Day many years ago. With the mood morose, as Sophia put it, I invited her over to spend the morning with us.

  “Merry Christmas,” I say, hugging her.

  She hugs me back, handing me a small present. She’s holding another which she hands to Mom.

  “Thanks, Sophia,” Mom exclaims, wrapping her arms around her. “Have you spoken to your parents?”

  “Yes, they phoned me last night,” she says excitedly. “My brother is surprising me by coming over to visit me. He’ll be here this afternoon. Well, it’s supposed to be a surprise. He wanted to make sure I’d be home.” She claps her hands together, the love for her brother radiating off her.

  The smell of bacon drifts through the kitchen as Mom places the sizzling meat amongst the vine-ripened tomatoes. Sophia sets the toast on the table and I scoop the eggs into a dish.

  We sit around eating and opening presents all morning. Mom has a shift today, which is okay, because I plan to spend most of the day holed up in Eli’s bed.

  After breakfast, Sophia rushes off to meet her brother at the airport and Mom leaves for work. I take my time getting ready for Eli, prettifying myself with the new perfume Sophia bought me. I dress in my new jeans and fitted coral sweater, a gift from Mom, then I carefully wrap the present I got for Eli, complete with a perfectly tied bow.

  “Merry Christmas, sexy.” Eli grins at me as he leans on the doorframe, his dark eyes twinkling at me.

  I laugh and squeeze past him, planting a kiss on his lips in the process. “How was your morning?” I ask.

  He shrugs. “I saw Dad and the girls. The kids were funny. I could’ve saved myself a lot of cash and just given them cardboard boxes,” he chuckles.

  I laugh and bring my hands around in front of me, his gift sitting on my palms.

  “I hope you like it,” I grin.

  He smirks, taking the box from me and walking over to the living room. “Your gift is in here.”

  I race over to join him, immediately noticing the two small presents sitting on the sofa.

  “You’re so cute when you’re excited,” he chuckles, taking my hand.


  We sit down, our gifts on our laps, and I tear into the wrapping paper. The first gift is a bright pink cashmere scarf and gloves set. I giggle and pull them on, leaning over to kiss him.

  “I love it,” I say.

  “The other one is your main present,” he laughs. He holds up his gift, a smile on his face. “Now this is awesome.” He examines the handcrafted leather bound wallet, running his finger over his initials, which are stitched onto the front.

  “I’m glad you like it,” I say as he kisses me. “Honestly, I had no idea what to get you.” I tear into my next present. A small box falls into my lap. I pick it up and open it. Inside is the most beautiful set of pearl earrings I’ve ever seen.

  “They’re beautiful,” I gasp, my hand flying to my mouth.

  He reaches for my hand. “You’re beautiful,” he responds, his voice husky. “There is another present waiting in my bedroom for you.” He stands up, pulling me into his arms.

  I laugh as he leads me into the bedroom, and just as I suspected, the bed is empty.

  “Where’s this gift you promised me?” I tease.

  He grabs me around the waist and throws us onto the bed as I howl with laughter.

  “You’re so cheap,” I mutter, my lips finding his.

  We fool around most of the afternoon, only breaking to eat some dinner—leftover turkey from Eli’s lunch with his family. As soon as we’re done we are back in bed, watching movies and snuggling.

  I couldn’t think of a better way to have spent my Christmas—except for Dad being home. The more time I spend with Eli, the more attached I become. I’m falling in love with him, I don’t doubt that, and I’m pretty sure he feels the same way.

  All I can do is hope that love is enough for our relationship to survive.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Jill

  My holidays all begin the same: sleep in, lie around the house thinking about Eli, and then actually see Eli. I know things will change once school starts back, so I’m determined to make the most of the time we have, and hopefully make it harder for him to end things.