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by Murphy, A. E.


  And over the course of the next few days as Marshall and I get closer it’s more of the same. Which is frustrating because I don’t want Kane staring at me and I don’t want to have to compete for anyone’s affections.

  The weekend passes and Marshall and I have our first date, officially. We go to dinner, he pays despite me offering, and then he walks me home and kisses me at the door, soft and sweet.

  “You’re so beautiful, Immy,” he whispers, cupping my cheek.

  I was on cloud nine all night, so much so that I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. Especially now when he seeks me out just before lunch break and kisses me in front of the entire cafeteria. Staking his claim.

  Kane, who is sitting with Ren and Mallick by the trophy display, glowers at me like I did something wrong, even worse than he did last week. Truth be told since we had sex I’ve actively avoided him. He tried to talk to me yesterday, asked me how I was, I replied with a brief, “fine,” and went on my way. It was weird, he never asks me if I’m okay. Usually he just asks me to show him my panties, but I guess he’s bored of that now I’ve actually shown him not only my panties but what lies beneath.

  Now he has to know that I’m okay, especially now I have Marshall’s tongue down my throat. The guy can kiss. It doesn’t quite zing me the way Kane’s did that night but I had consumed alcohol so that could be why. I try not to overthink it.

  “I have to get to football practice,” Marshall whispers, pulling away with swollen lips and flushed cheeks.

  “Have fun,” I reply, grabbing his shirt at the collar and pulling him back in for another kiss.

  He grins and licks his lips as he backs away. And I lean against the wall watching him go.

  “That was so hot,” Poppy says, also watching Marshall go. “So hot.”

  “Right?” Selma, a newer friend of ours agrees, wagging her brows at me. “You joining us for lunch?”

  “Absolutely.”

  “It’s about time,” Poppy jests, bumping her shoulder with my own. “I hardly ever fucking see you anymore.”

  “That’s your fault,” I scoff, and point at my brother who is talking to Mallick. “You always leave us behind for that loser.”

  “She’s right,” Selma singsongs and links her arm through mine.

  “Screw you both, I dedicate more time to you bitches than you deserve,” Poppy retorts, swanning ahead with a sway to her hips. “Besides, I can’t help it that he can’t keep his hands off me.”

  “Ewwww.”

  “So hot,” Selma sighs and looks in Kane’s direction. “I want what you both have.”

  “It’s bliss, Selma. Pure bliss. I don’t know how I’ll ever go on if Matthew ever leaves me.”

  Wrapping an arm around her waist I put in, “He won’t leave you. He feels the exact same.”

  “Does he tell you that?”

  “All the time.”

  She looks at Matthew but her smile fades. “Kane Jessop is coming our way.”

  Selma’s eyes light up and she smooths her hair. I roll mine his way but don’t get chance to utter anything as he grabs my arm and demands, “A word?”

  “I have a few of those for you,” I reply, smirking.

  “Not playing, Imogen.”

  I go cross-eyed at the girls who are interested in this exchange way more than they ever have been. “I’ll be back. Prince of the dickheads wants my attention.”

  He starts dragging me away from them by the bicep, which kind of hurts but not much.

  “Slow down,” I snap as we go, ignoring the curious gazes of our peers. Everybody watches Kane Jessop all the time, but he’s a volatile enigma. He’s an ass to almost everyone and that only makes them want him more.

  He yanks me around a corner, down an emptier hall. There’s work being done to the few rooms at the end so the rest of the rooms in this area aren’t being used due to noise. Though there’s no noise right at this moment which is good. I have a feeling I’m about to get a headache.

  He tests the first door on the right but it’s locked. The second door isn’t. He pokes his head inside and yanks me in after him. The room is dark, lit only by the sunlight through the closed blue roller blinds on the window. It’s a science lab, nothing special. All the equipment has been put away leaving empty desks with little gas taps on them.

  He slams his hand down on the door beside my head after backing me into it and then pinches my cheeks with his other hand and forces me to look at him.

  “Give me your fucking eyes.”

  “Give me a reason as to why you dragged me in here.”

  His brows pull together. “You’re kidding, right?”

  “No. Why would I kid about that?” He’s so confusing.

  He’s also looking at me like I’ve grown a third head. “We fucked, I took your virginity, you don’t think we should have a conversation about that before you jump another man?”

  “What’s there to converse about?” I snap, raising my chin defiantly. “We had sex, jeez, it’s not a big deal. I enjoyed it, thank you. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

  With his blazing eyes on mine he moves his hand from my chin to my hair. “What are you gonna do the next time you can’t go home? Crawl into his bed?”

  My mouth closes because I hadn’t thought that far ahead.

  “Reckon you can do that? Come to my bed and then go see him the next day? Do you think I could keep that a secret?”

  “Kane,” I utter, pleadingly now. “I really like him; you know I do.”

  “SO WHAT THE FUCK WAS I?” he booms, shouting directly in my face.

  “Don’t yell at me!” I shove his chest so hard he goes back two steps. “I didn’t realize this was complicated.”

  “Yeah, well, it is complicated!”

  “Why?”

  “Because seeing you kiss him is making me so fucking angry, I can’t see straight.” Grabbing my hair and ripping my head back, he looks at my lips like they disgust him. “I gotta get the taste of him outta your mouth.” His words are spoken more to himself and I have no idea what he’s about to do.

  Like a rabbit in headlights, I stare at him, frozen in time. At first I think he’s going to kiss me but then his knee hits the back of mine and I go down with a gasp. My shins hit the floor and I gape up at him, confused and shocked.

  I don’t register what he’s doing until I feel his swollen, rock hard cock against my lips.

  “What are you--?” I don’t get to finish my sentence because he pushes his way in until the head of him is resting on my tongue and he’s groaning long and low. He doesn’t taste bad but I am livid.

  I bite down, closing my teeth around his thick, jaw aching girth.

  He grabs my hair and glares down at me. “Don’t be a dick, Immy.” Then he smirks while he pushes further into my throat making me squeak, and demands, “Suck it.”

  I want to tell him to fuck off, I want to bite, but my tongue rolls against the underside of him and he chokes on a moan that has my entire body lighting on fire. There’s something so erotic about the noises he makes. I’ve laid awake at night touching myself, thinking of him and his noises. He starts rocking against me, guiding himself along my tongue and lips, whispering curse words as I make him wild.

  Groaning, he grips my head with two hands and holds me in place, fucking my face now so hard I gag a couple of times. Yet even though I should hate it, I’m so wet, so needy, so turned on by this. My nose hurts, and my throat constricts when he pushes so hard his cock goes further than it should and my nose gets crushed against his body. He smells so good, so arousing and heady. So fresh and clean.

  I hum, getting into this now as I get used to it, hollowing my cheeks as I suck. Smiling when he chokes on my name kind of like I’m choking on his dick right now.

  “Fuck, Immy,” he rasps, and when I look up his eyes are on my face. He plays with my hair, pulling it up to the top of my head with both hands. That feels nice too. “You’re so fucking hot. I hate you but I fucking love lookin
g at you with my dick in your mouth.”

  I bite down making him laugh and then he jerks, losing himself but before I have to swallow any, he pulls out, grabs my hair, yanks my head back and spills himself all over my face and my parted lips and tongue. I squeeze my eyes shut as he yells out his release, his voice husky and deep and desperate. His hot seed doesn’t stop coming, there’s so much of it. Thankfully, it doesn’t taste as bad as I expected but I’m not sure I’d like a mouthful of it. His hand pumps his length with a violent kind of fervor, making his body jerk and his breath catch.

  At last, he stops, releases my hair and zips himself up without waiting a second.

  “Kiss him now,” he states, that smug smile back in place. “Tell me what he thinks of your new flavor.”

  I stay here on my knees, stupefied for a moment as he turns back to the door and yanks it open. “Hey wai—” The door closes behind him and I can’t chase him because I’m covered in his come. Like some porn star hooker, in a science class, while I’m dating another guy.

  What the hell is wrong with me?

  After cleaning myself up, not an easy task even with a sink nearby, I catch up with Poppy and Selma in the cafeteria who immediately notice a change in me.

  “What happened?” Poppy asks and I start laughing so hysterically I can’t breathe. I don’t know what to tell them and accepting the situation is just too much for my brain to handle.

  They look at me like I’m crazy. I drink my drink and chuckle around the straw.

  “Seriously,” Selma urges. “What happened?”

  “Nothing. He’s just a massive, huge, dick.”

  Their confusion increases but they don’t question me further, especially when I catch Kane sitting across the room and he tips his bottle of water at me like it’s a tumbler of whiskey. He rolls his tongue around the rim and motions to his phone, meaning I need to look at mine.

  I do and I clasp it so hard against my chest and so quickly that I almost drop it.

  Kane: If you want your pussy ate, come to mine tonight.

  I meet his eyes as he casually chews on his bottom lip, blue orbs hungry and alight with amusement and excitement.

  Oh shit. What have we started?

  He leaves the cafeteria with Ren, giving me a great view of his ass, and I pick at my food until Marshall approaches about thirty minutes later, looking confused. He nods for me to follow and I do so.

  “What is going ooooon?” Poppy begs on a hiss, looking at me like I’m the answer to all the good gossip, which I guess to her, I am.

  “Everything okay?” I ask Marshall when he pulls me to a quiet part of the hall beyond the cafeteria.

  Why do I keep getting guided and dragged to secondary locations today?

  “Why did Kane just approach me with his thugs and tell me I’m not dating you no more?” His eyes are angry, but he also looks concerned. “Is he giving you trouble? I thought your feud was a thing of the past?”

  My feud with Kane has never been a secret, nor has it ever been a thing of the past. Though we don’t get at each other like we used to, we still despise each other. Or at least… I think we do.

  I shift on the spot, uncomfortable and unable to meet his eyes.

  “It’s probably best we don’t see each other anymore,” I admit, hating Kane, hating this. He’s going to tell him what we did, what I did, and Marshall deserves better than that.

  “I’m not scared of him.”

  “I know,” I reply, hiking my bag up my shoulder. “But—it’s just not gonna work between us.”

  “Did you tell him to break up with me?” His eyes darken, the brown in them turning black. “Because I don’t like these games, Immy. Thought you were different.”

  “I’m not playing a game. I just don’t want you in the middle of our mess.”

  “What she means to say is,” Ren blurts, appearing out of nowhere and slinging his arm around my shoulder.

  Kane grabs him by the hair and throws him away, then he looks at me.

  “Mine later, right?” he asks, smiling at me with infuriating smugness. “Finish what we started in science class.”

  Marshall looks at me, ignoring Kane entirely, “What is he talking about?”

  “Don’t,” I beg Kane.

  “He’s talkin’ about her mouth on his dick, minutes after you kissed her.” Ren starts laughing like this is hilarious and my eyes fill with tears.

  “Thought we’d save you the embarrassment. She ain’t worth dating.” Kane winks at me. “She’s a whore, just like her momma.”

  My fist hits him in the mouth before I even register what I’m doing and his head snaps back. Blood covers his teeth and trickles out the corner of his lips. I felt the crunch just as badly as he did. My hand is throbbing, but it was worth it.

  I turn away from them all, enraged, wanting to get a gun and just shoot him in the face.

  “Oh come on, Immy,” Kane calls after me and spits his blood onto the floor. “I was just playin’!”

  “So she didn’t suck your dick?” Marshall asks him, sounding confused and I’m just done with men altogether.

  Everyone watches me as I all but run away, but nobody says shit about what Kane just said. Nobody calls me a whore or insults my useless bitch of a momma. Everyone just watches.

  “Immy,” Kane yells, chasing after me. Which is surprising, but not enough to make me stop. I leave the school which will probably get me into serious shit and head directly across the road towards the patch because it’s not like I can go home at this time of day. Mee-maw would flip her shit and she doesn’t use a meager slipper anymore to beat me with. “Immy, come on. I was just fucking with you both. I’ve called you worse.”

  I turn on him so sharply he almost walks into me. “Why? Why can’t you just leave me alone?”

  “Leave you alone?” He looks at me incredulously. “You’re the one that comes to me! It’s my bed you sleep in.”

  “BECAUSE YOU MADE ME FEEL SAFE!” I scream at him, hitting his chest so hard my hand stings. “And it’s messed up, because you’re awful.”

  “I’m awful?” he yells back shoving me in return. “I’m the awful one?”

  “YES!”

  “You’re the one who fucked me and ditched me seconds later… for another fucking guy I should mention. But I’m awful?”

  His words make me falter. “It wasn’t like that.”

  “Fuck you. That’s exactly what it was like and we both know it.”

  “I didn’t realize sex with you was so sentimental.” I almost laugh at the ridiculousness of it. This is Kane fucking Jessop. He’s the biggest player in this school.

  “You don’t realize a lot of shit.”

  “Then enlighten me.”

  “Okay, here’s one you never saw, the fact I stayed in that fucking store all night to save your stupid ass and you never thanked me for that. All you did was panic over the fact you thought you killed somebody. You didn’t ask me how I was doin’ and I was the one who actually fuckin’ played a hand in his death.” His voice is quiet but firm, an angry hiss through bared teeth. Blue eyes project his ire. “It’s all about Immy, Immy, Immy. As always.”

  “You’re always horrid to me, how am I supposed to know any of this?” I ask, thinking back to that day and thinking that I took note of the fact he was wearing the same clothes as the day before. I also think back to the fact I never fucking asked him if he was okay. “We never had this conversation! And I tried talking to you.”

  “Like fuck you did. You told me how you felt, begged me for reassurance and fucked off.”

  Is he right? Could he be right? I wrack my brain trying to think of that moment. “Did you really stay there to save me?”

  “Knew you wouldn’t listen to me,” he admits, shrugging nonchalant like it’s not a big deal when in fact it’s a huge fucking deal. “Heard him make you that offer, seen him lookin’ at you before the way a man looks at a woman he wants, not a kid. Doesn’t take a genius to figure out what game h
e was playin’. So I stayed, just to be sure, and I was right.”

  I can hardly believe what I’m hearing.

  “You saved me.”

  “Twice,” he points out, smirking now, his anger gone. “And you still spoke to me like I was shit on your shoe.”

  “That’s not true. We were both bad to each other.”

  He smiles, a terrifying sight but also one so handsome and alluring.

  “Naw… I was worse.” He steps closer to me. “I don’t know what it is about you that makes me so fucking crazy, but I think I figured it out the other mornin’.”

  “You mean when we—”

  “Fucked? Yeah.”

  “And what conclusion did you draw?”

  Grinning, he grabs my hair and yanks me so close the entire front of my body collides with his. “That you’re mine, Imogen Hardy, and I’ll stick a nail through the foot of any man that tries to touch you.”

  I inhale sharply when he shakes my head just enough to get my eyes off his nose and on his.

  “You fuckin’ look at me when I’m talkin’ to you!”

  “I am looking at you!” I growl, gripping the front of his shirt. “And you don’t just get to tell me I’m yours.”

  “I do.”

  “You don’t!”

  “Babe… I fuckin’ do.”

  He kisses me in the way only he kisses me, despite the split on his lip that I caused. He tastes sweet, like apple juice with a tangy hint of blood that doesn’t bother me in the slightest. His tongue devours my mouth and he groans like it’s life’s elixir. My hands thread through his hair and I go up onto my tiptoes to put us at a more equal height.

  But then I pull away because people are watching, more aptly, Poppy, my brother, and Ren. Ren who has his phone out and a huge grin on his face.

  “Delete it or I smash it,” Kane snarls at his friend who quickly does as he’s told while still laughing.

  “Are you screwing with my head right now?” Poppy screeches, looking at me like I’ve just pooped out a boulder of kittens. “When the fuck did you guys start liking each other?”

  Kane and I look at each other. My brow rises and I say with a shrug, “Never.”

 

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