“I don’t think he’s going to mess with me,” I say.
“He already has,” Sully says. “You need to keep your guard up around him.”
“I will.”
“Look what Jones just posted,” Brent says, walking into the kitchen and holding up his phone to Sully. “It’s a picture of Silex’s house, and it’s captioned: nice day for a walk.”
“How long ago?” Sully asks.
“Thirty minutes,” Brent answers.
“Anything since then?”
“He’s trying to get in your head,” Silex says. “He’s all talk.”
“How would he know we’re staying here?” I ask, finishing off my last piece of waffle.
“Probably from a mutual friend,” Brent says.
“He’s trying to get a reaction out of you,” I tell Sully, trying to calm him down because he looks like he’s going to explode.
He gets to his feet. “I swear if he fucking touches—”
“He’s not,” I say, my eyes bouncing between his. “I would change schools if I thought he’d hurt me.” I’m tempted to get up and wrap my arms around him. He looks so tense. But after a few seconds, he softens and nods.
“Let’s rent a movie. I feel like being lazy today,” Silex says, stretching out on the couch and hitting play on Transformers.
“You’re always lazy,” Ryan says. “That’s why you’re only taking one college class.”
Sully leads me over to the couch across from Ryan, pulling me onto his lap. I settle against his chest, welcoming the closeness. I didn’t know that last night would lead to this. I smile. I guess we aren’t friends anymore.
Brent drops down next to us. He winks at me, making me blush. While the movie plays, Sully occasionally pulls my shirt aside to drop kisses on my shoulder, or sweeps my hair to the side to kiss my neck. His hands rest on my thighs, just close enough to my center to have me completely on edge.
I can’t focus on the movie, so I concentrate on keeping my breathing normal and not moving my hips, but with his hardness pressed against my ass, I’m about to crack. I turn my head and whisper, “It’s next time,” into Sully’s ear.
He grins. “It is.” And then we’re both on our feet and headed down the hall. “Using your room, Si,” Sully hollers over his shoulder. “The air mattress sucks.” Sully tugs me into Silex’s room. “Si won’t mind.”
My heart pounds against my chest as Sully shuts and locks the door. Holy shit, we’re doing this. He pulls me against him and kisses me deeply. My legs hit the bed. I drop down and scoot back while he tugs his shirt off and drops his gym shorts.
Grinning, he moves next to me, wearing only silky black boxers. He helps me remove my shirt and then tugs my pants off, leaving me in my bra and underwear. My skin pebbles from the cool air and Sully’s gaze.
“You’re beautiful,” Sully says, lowering his head to trail kisses over my stomach. His hand slips into my underwear, finding me soaked from the hour of torture on the couch. Sucking on my hip, he inserts a finger, slowly moving it in and out.
He scoots lower so that his head is between my thighs. My first instinct is to squeeze my legs together, but he smirks up at me while pushing my legs apart. Trying not to freak out, I mentally remind myself that Jones said I tasted good.
“Relax,” he murmurs, inserting a second finger.
Two fingers feel a lot different than one. It takes me a few seconds to adjust. I watch as Sully pulls my underwear to the side and licks me. His tongue flicks my clit over and over while his fingers move in and out. It only takes a few minutes for an intense orgasm to hit. Sully doesn’t stop, though. He licks and finger fucks me through another orgasm a few minutes later. When he finally comes up, I feel drunk.
I brush my fingertips over the fabric of Sully’s boxers. “Take them off,” I whisper.
Once he removes them, I rub my palm over my wetness needing the lubrication for him. I’ve never done this, but Jessa described how to do it. I wrap my hand around him and pump up and down.
The pleasurable noises he’s making help boost my confidence. I watch my hand work his intimidating length.
He pulls away. “I want to see all of you,” he whispers, hooking his fingers into my underwear and pulling them down.
I wish it were darker in here. The light isn’t on, but there’s light coming in through the curtains. My bra is removed next. I feel like curling in on myself as Sully stares down at me, but the hungry look in his eyes lets me know he likes what he sees.
His body covers mine as he settles between my legs. Feeling him at my entrance, I lift my hips, wanting him inside. “Sully,” I whisper.
“So eager,” he murmurs against my lips. “So wet.”
His hips move forward, his heat connecting with mine. I feel the stretch as he pushes forward, and it fucking hurts. I thought it was going to feel good. This doesn’t feel good at all. My eyes widen in panic, and I suck in a harsh breath.
“Relax,” Sully says, bringing his hand down to rub my clit. “It’ll hurt worse if you tense up.”
His fingers help ease the pain as his hips push forward. “Ow,” I hiss, and he stills. I bury my face into his shoulder, tears pooling in my eyes.
He tilts my chin up to meet his eyes. “You okay? Do you want to stop?”
“Keep going,” I say, trying to relax my body. I thought this was going to go differently. I didn’t expect for us to have to go so slow. Watching my face, he pulls out and then slowly inches back in. I feel full and it’s burning. I look between our bodies and see most of his damn dick. I thought it was all the way in. Familiar thoughts of me being a freak and unfuckable cause me to tense up again.
Sully brings his hand back down to gently circle my clit, making the pain dissipate. “That’s it. Just relax, baby. I’m going to take it slow, but let me know if I need to stop.”
He inches in little by little. I look down, seeing he’s almost all the way in.
Sully kisses me softly. “You okay?”
I nod, but I don’t know if I am okay. It still hurts. He pulls out slowly only to inch back in. That didn’t hurt as much as before, and when he does it again, it almost feels good.
“There you go. Stay relaxed. You feel so good,” he mumbles against my neck as he slowly moves in and out.
Keeping his hips still, he pulls my nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hard bud. After a couple minutes, he begins to move again. There’s still pain, but some pleasure now. I close my eyes, letting myself feel as he moves inside me. Breathy moans leave my lips only to be swallowed by his kisses.
My hands roam Sully’s body. His back is tight muscle and slick sweat. We’re both sweating, causing our bodies to slide against one another. I didn’t know it would feel this intimate. So many of my friends have had one-night stands with strangers or hooked up with friends like it wasn’t a big deal.
“You’re so perfect, Emma,” Sully whispers against my neck before sucking on my ear. Familiar tingles start in my toes, working their way up my legs. Trying to stop myself from being too loud, I bite down hard on my bottom lip.
“That’s it, baby,” Sully whispers, working my clit while rocking his hips. He begins to move faster, causing some pain, but mostly pleasure.
He slows down, circling his hips in rhythm with his fingers on my most sensitive part, and then he picks up the pace again.
After a few more minutes, I can’t stop the loud moans that escape. Gripping his shoulders, I squeeze my eyes shut. “Sully, I—” I fall over the edge of bliss. The orgasm steals my breath. Sully speeds up, mumbles something, and then grips my hips almost painfully hard. He buries his face in my neck, and then he stills, his body relaxing. He moves to the side, covering us with the sheet and pulling me against his side.
Our chests rise and fall rapidly. My eyes are closed. I’m so relaxed and so happy. I can’t imagine doing this with someone I don’t care about. Suddenly, wanting my first time to be with a stranger sounds stupid.
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p; Sully props himself up, brushing hair away from my face. “You okay?”
I smile, nodding into his chest. “More than okay.”
Chapter 30
“Wake up! I’m coming in if you’re not up in five minutes.”
Sully and I laugh. We woke up a few minutes ago but were enjoying the quiet. Our hands are intertwined, and Sully’s been gently rubbing his thumb over my fingers as we gaze into each other's eyes.
He kisses my shoulder. “Morning.”
I smile. “Morning.”
“Silex wants his room back.”
I stretch under the sheet, my body feeling heavy. I’m sore down there, but it’s nothing like the pain I had after Jones. “What time is it?”
“Six forty-five. I have an early job before class, but if you don’t want to get up, I can tell him to fuck off.”
I yawn. “I’ll get up with you.”
“I mean it, guys! Come on. I was up all night on that awful air mattress.”
I look over at the door, waiting for Silex to open it, but he doesn’t; he doesn’t even knock.
Grabbing his clothes from the floor, Sully throws them on. “You could go back to school with Ryan and Brent.” He hands me my clothes.
“I love my school. I’m spoiled now. I’ll never advocate for public schooling when I know Sudbury is out there.”
“But Jones…”
“Jones is harmless,” I say, slipping my clothes on under the covers and getting out of bed. “Besides, I’ll be in a public setting. What can Jones do there?”
Sully groans. “Don’t say that. It’s like you’re inviting bad shit your way. I’m sure he could do plenty. Stick with your friends and call me if you need me.”
“Finally,” Silex says as Sully swings the door open. “That air mattress is horrible.” He pushes past us to jump into bed.
Sully shuts the door behind us. “Shower?”
“Yeah, but you leave before me, so you go first.”
“We could go together,” Sully says, gripping my hip and tugging me against him outside the bathroom.
I bite my lip, my face heating up. “Maybe another time.” I’m not ready for that yet. I’m still embarrassed that he saw me naked.
Sully cups my face, his thumb grazing my cheek. “Don’t be embarrassed. I think you’re beautiful. I’m serious.” He kisses me softly.
I lick my lips and nod. “Next time.”
He smiles. “Next time, then. I’ll hold you up against the wall while I slide in and out of your pretty pussy.”
My eyes widen and he chuckles and then kisses me again.
He stretches. “Silex is right; that air mattress sucks, and so does the couch. It was nice to be back in a bed. We should go back. Arden’s had time to cool off.”
“I think we should go back too. Should I have Robbie drop me off there after school?”
“I’m picking you up until Jones doesn’t go to that school anymore.”
“There’s like eight months left in the school year.” I roll my eyes even though I like that he cares.
“Yep.” He pulls me in, grabbing my ass, and whispering, “You shower first. I need coffee.” He kisses my cheek and then my neck, making my body hum.
I peek up at him through my eyelashes, wanting to tell him that I’ve changed my mind about showering alone, but I can’t bring myself to say it. Instead, I leave his side to get ready for the day.
After showering, I grab my phone and see a message that says, “See you soon.” It’s signed Jones.
“There’s coffee if you want some,” Sully says, walking past me on his way to the bathroom.
“Okay,” I mumble, dropping down on the couch. I stare at the number, debating if I should store or delete it. I sigh and store the number.
“Sully made coffee,” I tell Ryan and Brent as they stroll into the kitchen. I pull up my fake social media account and type in Jones. “Hey, Brent, what’s Jones’s last name?”
He comes into the living room while Ryan pours a cup of coffee. “Roberts. Why?”
I type it in and then search until I see his face. I click on his page, scrolling to see a picture of him kissing a girl with light-blonde hair. Her face is angled so you can’t see it, but her body shape and hair are exactly like mine. It could be me. It was posted yesterday.
Brent drops down next to me on the couch. “Looks like you, huh?”
I nod, staring at the picture. “Yeah, did you tell Sully about it?”
He shakes his head. “I don’t want him to go to jail. It’s not you, right?”
“No, it’s not me,” I say, my voice an octave higher than normal. “Do you think Sully’s going to think it is?”
Brent shrugs. “I don’t know. Ryan’s having a hard time believing it’s not you.”
“Fucking Jones,” I mumble, pulling out my phone to send the asshole a text, but I have another one from him.
Stupid Jones: Be there in five to pick you up for school, babe.
Me: Do not come here! And don’t call me babe.
He doesn’t text back, and my heart feels like it’s stuck in my throat. I don’t want Sully to fight. Jumping up from the couch, I say, “I’m going to head to school.” I dart to my room and grab my backpack and then hurry to the front door.
“You’re going early? You never go this early,” Ryan says, taking a seat on the couch across from Brent. “They don’t even open for another fifteen minutes.”
“I know, but skateboards. I watch them. Some kids at school.”
Ryan narrows his eyes. “You watch skateboards?” He rolls his eyes, turning to Brent. “She is a horrible liar.”
“I’m not lying… There are skateboards. Lucy and I watch our friends. There’s a skateboarding track and everything,” I say with my hand on the doorknob.
“Lucy?” Brent asks. “Lucy Oles?”
“Yeah, she mentioned you two… had a thing,” I say, pulling the door open.
“You leaving?” Sully asks, walking into the room.
Stupid Jones: I’m here
Me: Go away!
Stupid Jones: Should I knock or are you coming out?
I watch as Sully grabs his bag from the floor, walking my way. “You want a ride?”
“You’re leaving now? Don’t you want to wait a few minutes?”
He tilts his head to the side. “Why would I wait?”
I let out a defeated breath. “Don’t freak out.”
He locks his jaw. “What’s going on?”
“Jones messaged me. I didn’t ask him to. I was going to tell him to go away—”
Sully’s nostrils flare. “Go away?”
I swallow. “He’s outside.”
“Unbelievable,” Ryan mumbles. “I thought Jones barely spoke to you at school. Now he’s picking you up?”
“I don’t know how he got my number. I didn’t—” Sully pushes past me. “Sully, wait,” I cry out, but he’s already halfway down the steps. I chase after him, knowing what he’s doing.
Ryan and Brent are quicker than me and easily catch up to Sully, who’s headed for a red truck parked at the end of the driveway. Shit, they’re going to end up in jail, playing right into Jones’s plan for revenge. These stupid boys.
“Get the fuck out of the truck, Jones!” Sully pounds on the driver’s side window with a heavy fist.
He yanks the handle, but the door doesn’t budge. Brent’s standing to the side, but Ryan’s trying to pull Sully back.
“Brent!” Sully barks. “Get something to break the window!”
“Stop, Sully! This is what he wants!”
Sully pounds harder on the window, his anger getting the best of him. “Get the fuck out! You’re dead, you motherfucker!”
I sprint to the other side of the truck, tugging on the handle. I pound on the window, and then I hear the lock click. I scramble in, shutting and locking the door behind me. “Go!” I shout. “I’m in. Let’s just go, please.”
“Morning, babe,” Jones says casually, putting t
he truck into gear.
I squeeze my eyes shut, ignoring Sully’s shouting. I’m doing this for him.
“How did I miss you and Sully? How long has that been going on?” Jones asks as he drives down the road.
Ignoring an incoming call from Sully, I say, “Why are you doing this?”
“You know why,” Jones says, keeping his focus on the road.
“Sully didn’t do anything wrong.”
“I’m fucking with Ryan’s family just like he did mine.” He scoffs. “Sully’s the worst of the three. How’d you get wrapped up with him? He never has girlfriends. He doesn’t get emotionally attached. You better watch your back, Emma.”
“Sully isn’t a bad guy,” I say. “You don’t know him.” I ignore another call but type out a quick text, telling Sully they better get their shit together because Jones is getting exactly what he wants.
“I know all about Sullivan Black. He’ll use any excuse to fight. Did you see how he acted? All because I was picking you up for school. The dude has some serious anger issues.” He glances at me. “I thought Sully was right there with Ryan, calling you a whore?”
I grind my jaw, staring out the window.
“Didn’t they lock you out of the house for a weekend?”
“It’s complicated,” I grind out, crossing my arms. “I don’t know why you have to fuck with me too. I wish you’d leave me out of this.”
“Relax, babe. I’m just picking you up for school. It’s not hurting you.” He laughs. “They make fucking with them too easy.”
“Let me out, Jones. Now,” I snap. “I want the fuck out!”
With a “See ya at school, babe,” he lets me out on the side of the road a block from the school.
I pocket my phone, not wanting to speak to Sully, but his truck pulls up a few seconds later. I climb into the back next to Brent.
“What the fuck was that about?” Sully asks, doing a U-turn in the middle of the street.
“I had to stop you before you did something crazy and ended up in jail.” I hit play on my phone, letting the recording of the conversation I had with Jones fill the silence in the truck. “See,” I say once it’s over. “If you ignore him, he can’t get to any of you.”
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