by Tijan
That’d been the pussy dinner. Zeke and I took off right after them, and that night had been a fun party.
I barely remembered it.
But with its smaller crowd, this dinner had passed without much needling or questioning or guilt tripping about why I didn’t have a better relationship with so and so—just fill in the blank. At this rate, it was a rotating door. My mom was always disappointed that I wasn’t closer to someone: Stephen, Tasmin, the brother who didn’t give a fuck about me either, or even fucking Griffith, the non-bio asshole who’d raised me.
I got out unscathed, and then we went to Zeke’s, where I spent the rest of the night in a drunken stupor. We passed a bowl around and played video games, just the four of us. No Brian or Branston, and I knew that was Zeke waving a truce flag. He knew I couldn’t stand either of them, so I was happy.
The next day, I kept an eye out for Aspen.
There was something about her. It was bugging me. I didn’t know what it was or why I was wasting my time, but I did.
I noticed she wasn’t in any of her classes Tuesday morning, so I asked around. And then she was back in classes that afternoon, but I heard she was working on projects on her own.
Wednesday was the same thing. That day I heard she spent the entire afternoon in the library.
On Thursday, Jamie tapped my arm, nodding to Aspen as she hurried past us in the hallway. “Heard you’ve been asking about her.”
“Yeah. You know stuff?”
“I know she got permission to finish all her shit this week. My mom is friends with one of the clerical ladies in the front office. They said the girl could officially not come to school any more as of tomorrow.”
Well. Crap.
My chest tightened at that thought, though I had no idea why.
Jamie frowned at me. “Why you so interested in her? She’s been a nobody all year.”
My teeth instantly ground against each other. I hated that word, but I shrugged. “It’s not what you’re thinking.”
He grinned. “You don’t want a new BJ girl?”
I swore under my breath. “Tell me that’s not what you guys are calling Mara?”
“Mara. Penny. Whoever. They all get on their knees at some point, don’t they?”
I shot him a look, but he wasn’t speaking with disdain or condescension. He was just saying it, like it was a fact. “You know it’s talking like that that made me go at Strandling, right?”
He rubbed his chest. “You know I don’t mean shit by it. I don’t think less of those girls. They could turn it around and say we’re all just fuck boys, because ain’t that what we do? We service them too.”
That was one way of thinking about it.
He frowned, straightening next to me. “You ever been in love?”
I frowned. “No, not like that.” I’d never had a reason for that. I got what I needed without having to do the relationship. Some guys liked that, but it wasn’t in the cards for me. I shrugged. “I suppose one day, maybe? But why, though?”
He shrugged. “No clue, man.”
We went back to watching people pass us in the crowd. Many looked our way, but we were used to that. We were at the top of this school, so we got attention. It was the same way everywhere we went in town, and even if we went to other towns. We all looked like rich assholes. We walked like it, drove rich-prick cars, and there was an air about us—confidence, arrogance, whatever.
Entitlement.
Yeah. I could say it.
But while others thought that way, believed that way, I didn’t. It was a shield for me.
And with that last thought, I’d had enough of school. “Wanna go to Zeke’s and get wasted?”
Jamie smirked. “Can we bring some girls?”
I snorted. “Of course.”
I was in the mood to fuck and forget.
10
Aspen
I left on Thursday after school, and my parents thought I was camping for the night. They’d be in for a surprise when I didn’t come back until Monday—if they noticed. You heard that right. Monday. That meant Thursday night, all day Friday, all day Saturday, and hell to the yeah all day on Sunday. I’d come back Sunday night if I wanted to, but knowing me, maybe I wouldn’t.
I’d been like this before Owen died, but I’d really been like this since he passed.
Maisie was packed, and I was almost out of Fallen Crest when I pulled into the gas station. It was on the outskirts, right before I’d hit open road. I could turn right and end up in Roussou or go left and drive through Frisco. Those two towns made a weird triangle with ours, but this time, my plans were somewhere farther than Roussou. There was a small state park an hour past, and I was going to try it out. There was a river I could camp next to.
Plus, the redwoods.
I was super stoked.
After filling the tank, I went inside. I’d made my usual trip to the grocery store, so I had most of what I’d need, but this was a tradition of mine. I liked to stock up on coffee and gas station food on the way to wherever I was going, unless it was super close—those trips weren’t worth the gas station food. I perused the aisles, my coffee in one hand and so far a bag of jerky in the other. I mostly liked the hot deli selections, and I know, they’re gross on a good day. But Owen had always loved the stupid little pizzas and hot dogs, so who I was to turn up my nose?
“Yeah! I hear ya. I’ll grab some—”
Crash.
Chest.
Hard chest.
“Oh, shit.”
Hands came to my arms, steadying me.
I rocked back, blinking, dazed at whatever had just happened. It happened fast.
“Hey.”
I stared up at concerned brown eyes, and a zing of lust seared me before I cleared my thoughts. That’s when the burn of the coffee filtered through, and I opened my mouth.
A bloodcurdling scream came out.
“AHHH!”
I was burning.
My skin was melting.
I could feel the sizzle.
“Oh!” Blaise seemed to realize what was happening. He looked at my chest. “Shit! SHIT!” He grabbed my arm and dragged me through the gas station and into the men’s bathroom.
“Ah! Not—”
“Shut it,” he snapped as he turned the faucet on.
After that, I had no idea what was happening.
He ripped my shirt off. Literally. He grabbed the collar with both hands and tore it apart. Water was poured on me. I gasped, but it started to help. After that, he pressed wet towels over my breasts and down my entire front.
With a curse, Blaise took inventory. Some of the coffee had gotten to my pants. He went for my front button, but I caught his hands just in time.
“I got it.”
“But—” His eyes went to mine, and he stilled.
But there wasn’t anything in his face except concern and horror.
I blamed the haphazardness of the situation for what I did next, because if I’d been in my right mind, I would’ve pissed my pants just thinking about what I did. And that was, I cupped the sides of his face and lifted up on my tiptoes. My head angled as I zeroed in, and then my lips were on his.
Oooh. Oh!
Hmmm.
My lust amped up tenfold, and a buzz roared through my body.
I started to pull back, but he didn’t allow it. His hands were on my face, and his mouth was on mine. He was demanding, pressing hard.
And whoa!
That first kiss had been a lot, but this one set me ablaze. An inferno started in my body, and I knew it had nothing to do with the third-degree coffee burns.
Holy cabana manna, this was—I’d never been kissed like this.
The door opened. “Dude? Wha—”
Blaise shifted. The door shut, and he moved us back. I felt him reaching to lock the door, and then he pressed me against it and his hands were on me.
His hands stroked my stomach, over my skin, and I had enough foresight to gasp for air
as his fingers reached under my bra. I had a split-second warning before his mouth was back on mine. He popped the cups of my bra up, and his thumbs rubbed over my nipples.
I jumped as if he’d taken a live wire to me. I could almost hear the spark in the air, and my whole body washed over with pleasure.
I moaned, opening under his mouth, for him. His tongue claimed me, and I was lost after that. I’d like to think I’d been thinking during the first few minutes of our make-out, but when his tongue touched mine. I was done.
I was gone.
He could do whatever he wanted.
“Dude!” There was a pounding at the door.
Blaise ripped his mouth from mine, cursed, and shouted back, “It’s busy!”
He’d turned back to me when his friend pounded on the door again. “Manager is coming. Get your girl covered.”
The words penetrated our lust, and Blaise cursed under his breath. After that, it was a race. I had no shirt, so as I put my bra back in place, he tore his off and flung it at me. When I didn’t catch it, he cursed and scooped it up. He pulled it over my head.
My arms shot through the sleeves, and he pushed me to the back stall. I had a glimpse of him raking his hand through his hair as he slammed the door shut, and I heard a key in the bathroom door.
This was so embarrassing. So embarrassing!
Blaise coughed, just as the door opened.
“Is there a problem in here?” a man asked.
“What? No problem.”
Someone snorted.
Blaise’s voice was strained. “I, uh, had a run-in with someone. Got coffee spilled on me. I was trying to stop the burn, you know?”
“Oh!” The man’s voice changed. “You’re okay?”
“Yeah. I’m good. All good.”
Another snort.
“Well, are you…” A squeak of a shoe on the floor. The manager’s voice sounded closer, “Are you alone?”
Blaise coughed.
The snort guy said loudly, “Holy fuck! I think someone’s trying to pump and ditch.”
“What?!” Then the manager was gone. I heard him run out. A second later, the snort guy started laughing.
“Ha-ha, dickhead.” A door slammed shut, and Blaise came to the stall. He knocked gently. “It’s all good.”
I unlocked the door, letting it swing open.
Gah. I was melting and dying at the same time. His hair was messed up and looking seriously sexy, and not only did his chest look hella hot, but hello? Where had those grooves come from? They outlined his stomach perfectly, as if they were arrows, pointing right down to where I’d felt him grinding against me.
I gulped. And swallowed.
He’d been so hard. And big. Massively big.
I was back to my goldfish impersonation.
“You okay?”
My eyes snapped to him, hearing a little bit of pity. He knew what was going through my head and probably my body—well, most definitely my body, and I swallowed again.
“I’m just embarrassed,” I whispered, hanging my head a little.
“I’m getting that, but you don’t need to be. You know that, right?” He gestured to me. “You’re hot, Aspen.”
What all girls want to hear in a gas station after almost getting caught in the men’s bathroom by the manager.
I sighed. “I know people saw.”
Blaise tipped his head to the side, his hands sliding into his pockets. It only seemed to accentuate his six-pack. I groaned on the inside and wet my lips, because I was starting to salivate. One kiss from him had me hooked. He was like crack. My body was now fully on sexual conditioning response.
I just needed a look, and I was acting like a hussy.
“My buddy will help distract for us. Say the word and we’ll sneak you out the back way.”
“There’s a back way?”
He nodded. “Yeah. Just past our door. You can go out that way, and I’ll get whatever you were buying and meet you out front in a minute.”
“Really?” That was sweet of him. I frowned. Sweet was not a word used to describe Blaise DeVroe.
He shrugged. “Tell me what you were buying.”
I told him, and his eyebrows went up, but he didn’t say anything.
I don’t know if I was disappointed at the lack of reaction, but I was thankful after he stepped out into the hallway. A second later, I slipped out, and he indicated the back door.
I went through, remembering that I was still wearing his shirt when I stepped outside.
A staff person was on her smoke break, but she only looked at me before taking another drag.
I ducked my head, hotfooting it around her, then around the gas station and out to my car. A minute later, Blaise came out with his arms full. His friend was right behind him, and holy crap. I was embarrassed all over again because that friend was Jamie Conway, another one of the most popular guys. His reputation had skyrocketed this week after everyone heard how he and Oliver Ashlome had stepped up behind Blaise, defying Zeke Allen.
It was big news for FCA. Really big news.
I also noticed Blaise was wearing a gas station shirt. He’d turned it inside out. He smiled when he saw me grinning at it. He glanced down and shrugged. “I’ve always wanted Quick-Fill swag. I’ll frame it one day and hang it over my bed.” He winked before nodding toward the things he carried. “Did I get it all?”
Pizza. Two deli sandwiches. A hot dog complete with ketchup and mustard. My coffee. And my smoothie.
“You got it all.”
He handed it over, our hands brushing, and I tried to ignore the sizzle that ran up my arm. A knowing smirk came over his face, but he was looking at Maisie—the backseat, to be more specific.
His smirk fell away. “Are you going camping?”
“Camping?” Jamie Conway stepped up next to us, gawking at my backseat. “No way.” He smacked Blaise’s chest with the back of his hand. “Forget Zeke’s. Let’s go camping!” He turned his eyes my way. “Where do you camp? Do you go a lot?”
Um… My heart sank to my stomach.
Blaise was thinking, and he was thinking fast. He was connecting the dots, and then he knew, and I knew he knew because he lifted his eyes to me. They were filled with accusations, but also—my stomach shriveled up—with pity. A whole bunch of pity. But also confusion. His eyebrows pinched together, but he wasn’t saying a word.
Why wasn’t he saying anything?
“You camp a lot?” Jamie asked again.
I flushed, remembering it was Jamie Conway asking me that question.
I bobbed my head up and down, my neck feeling stiff but also jumbled at the same time, like I couldn’t get it right and my whole head felt loose. It was me. I was off-balance.
“I do, yeah. It’s kinda my thing.”
Jamie whistled under his breath. “That’s cool. My older brother camps. He does this whole month-long trek, uses it to raise awareness and has a cam set up. It’s pretty awesome. I joined him for a couple days, but I had to come back for football last year. How long are you going for?”
I opened my mouth.
No one had asked this many questions about my camping—not even Miss Sandy, though she always wanted to know where I was going and how long I’d be gone.
“How long?” came from Blaise, and his tone wasn’t so nice.
Jamie shot him a surprised look, but didn’t say anything.
“I’ll be out there a while.”
“How long?” His eyes were hot and hard on me.
I pressed my lips together. What was going on here? I was so confused. “I dunno. A while.”
As if catching on to something even I didn’t know was happening, Jamie eased back a step, pulling away so it was just Blaise glaring at me.
“Word is you’re done with school,” he murmured. “You could take off until graduation.”
Not helpful, so not helpful. But holy crap. How’d he know that?
I frowned.
“People are talking,” he gra
ted out.
Man, his eyes were not happy, not at all.
I swallowed over a knot, still not understanding what was going on. “I—I like to camp.” It made perfect sense to me.
“Alone?”
Jamie winced, easing back another whole step. “Damn.”
I gulped. “Are you mad about that?”
“You shouldn’t be camping alone. How long, Aspen?”
“I…” No one cared. Why wasn’t he getting that? Why was he caring? “I don’t know.”
“How. Long?!”
“I…”
“HOW LONG?!”
I jumped at his sudden shout, then heard myself saying, “Till Monday.”
Jamie’s eyes bulged out. “Oh, damn.”
“Monday?!” Blaise stepped up, his chest almost rubbing against mine. The bag of food was still in my hand, but Conway stepped in and took it from me. He took the coffee too, and I watched it all go, only realizing once they were gone there was nothing between us.
He moved in, pushing me back against Maisie. His arms came down over my shoulders, and he had me trapped. His head lowered, his eyes intent on mine. “You were going to go camping for four nights?”
“I…” My mouth opened and closed. I was awash in so many feelings right now.
“Alone?!”
I was distantly aware of vehicles pulling up, people leaving the gas station, some going inside. People were filling up with gas, but then suddenly, a loud engine zoomed in and came to a screeching halt.
“Hey! Get away from her!” a woman shouted.
That all was clicking in the back of my mind, but mostly I focused on Blaise. Who was I kidding? I was all focused on Blaise. His mouth hovered just over mine, but at the sound of that voice, his entire body stiffened. It had already been tense, but now it bordered on a dangerous level of rigid.
His head snapped up. His nostrils flared
Blaise DeVroe was pissed.
And he was hot!
“Calm your fucking woman down, brother,” he snarled over my shoulder. “This ain’t her business.”
Brother?
Fucking woman?
An icy dread blanketed me, and then all hell broke loose.
