911
Dolly Beckett
I pulled up to Grampa Darling’s twelve-car garage and stopped, debating what to do next.
I knew the code, but I wasn’t used to driving the big, custom-pink truck that I’d found parked in my driveway this morning.
I’d known Dad was getting me a car, but I was still in awe of the one he’d chosen.
It was perfect—big, safe, and all mine. Best of all, it gave me freedom to do things like sneak out at midnight to meet Devlin.
My heart lurched crazily in my chest at the thought of what I was about to do.
Tonight was the night. I’d been waiting two years for this, debating whether I was ready, holding myself back from giving myself completely to Devlin.
But I loved him, and one day, I’d marry him.
He’d been so patient, never pushing me, and it seemed silly to make him wait three more years when I already knew he would be my first, last, and only.
As my wipers sloshed back and forth across the windshield, I made the decision and parked outside the garage where I knew there was an empty space next to the latest Mrs. Darling’s tiny red Miata.
She wouldn’t be going anywhere this late, but just in case…
I wasn’t taking any chances tonight. If she needed to get out, she could.
I’d already had to drive here in the rain, a first for me, and I was too nervous to attempt parking in the narrow space inside, though.
With my shaking hands, I’d probably end up dinging her car, and then everyone would want to know what I was doing there in the middle of the night in the first place.
I turned off the lights and the engine and took a deep breath.
Then I checked my reflection one more time, followed by my phone.
The last text I had from Devlin said he was really tired, and he was going to get a quick nap but he’d meet me here at midnight.
I couldn’t tell if he was already here, parked behind one of the six garage doors.
I sent a quick text saying I was here, trying to keep the silly grin off my face when a text came back immediately, followed by three more.
Be there soon.
Don’t let anyone see you.
Wait for me. In bed.
Well. He’d certainly gained some confidence now that he knew I was going to sleep with him. He wasn’t usually so bossy. I kind of liked it.
It reassured me to know he was looking forward to it as much as I was, that he wanted to make sure we didn’t get busted and have to wait longer.
I wondered what it would be like, and a thrill went through me at the possibilities.
My fingers shook as I slipped my phone back into the console.
I checked my pocket to make sure I had the condom I’d tucked there, stolen from my dad’s stash.
Devlin would never forget something so important, but I didn’t want to take any risks tonight, especially not one that would keep us from going through with it.
It had taken me forever to work up my nerve, and it was going to be perfect. I just knew it.
I hopped out of the car and ran across the lawn. Lightning flickered off to the west, and a new sheet of rain swept over me. I raced for the ladder and hurried up it, shaking the water from my hair. I didn’t want to look like a wet dog when Devlin saw me.
Throwing open the trap door, I climbed up into the treehouse where many, many years ago I’d pretended to have sex with Devlin so many times. Tonight, it was going to be real.
He’d set up a bed on the floor, thick cushions covered with sleeping bags from the trunk. He’d even put a sheet and pillows on it. I smiled and turned off the light, content to see by the occasional flashes of lightning. He’d told me to wait in bed. What did that mean? Was I supposed to be naked?
There was no use playing coy now. We both knew this was the night we’d go all the way.
Nervously, I slipped out of my damp clothes, leaving only my underwear, and climbed into the bed. Then I lay there waiting, listening to the sound of my breathing and my hammering heart, the rain and the wind in the trees outside.
A shiver of excitement went through me when I heard his tires on the gravel drive.
He was here.
This was it.
I snuggled down under the sheet, a smile spreading across my face as I moved my freshly shaven legs against the slick sleeping bag. I felt nervous, but also sexy waiting here for him like this. A minute later, I heard the creak of the ladder under his feet.
I froze, gripping the blankets to my chin. Suddenly I wished I hadn’t undressed. What if he thought I was too eager? What if his Grampa had heard our cars and come out to see what was going on?
But that was silly. If he saw our cars, he wouldn’t come to the treehouse. He knew this place was for the kids, and we’d stop coming over if he stuck his nose in where it didn’t belong.
“Devlin?” I whispered into the dark, my heart lurching when I saw the faint outlines of someone climbing into the treehouse in the dark, heard his breathing, felt his presence that made a little shiver go through me.
“I’m here, Doll,” he whispered. He crawled onto the bed, feeling for my body under the blankets. He slid under with me, and I was relieved that he’d gone straight to the bed instead of wanting to talk. I was too nervous to have a conversation with this looming over us, waiting.
He reached for me, his hands cold and damp from the rungs of the ladder. I shivered as his hands swept over my bare skin.
“Oh, Doll,” he said, his voice strangled, like he could barely speak.
“Should I have left my clothes on?”
“No,” he whispered, moving in so our bodies were pressed together.
His mouth met mine, his kiss immediately urgent, like he was afraid we’d be interrupted and didn’t have much time.
Or maybe he was just tired of waiting, excited and eager to do this after so long.
As my mouth adjusted to his new, more insistent way of kissing, his hand moved over my shoulder blades and down the curve of my back.
A shiver of anticipation worked its way up my spine, and a heavy ache began to build between my legs.
When he slid his hand over my hip, he pressed his hips forward against mine, slowly grinding the ridge of his erection against my soft mound.
He moaned quietly into my mouth, the rumble of sound mingling with the thunder outside.
His kiss slowed and deepened, but when I tried to slide my hand under his shirt, he laced his fingers with mine.
He pulled my hand up over my head, wrapping his other arm around my waist and rolling us over so he was on top.
“I feel naked,” I whispered.
He gripped both my hands and pushed them under the pillow, then sat up.
A flash of lightning illuminated him as he stripped his shirt over his head, and I glimpsed his blond hair and the muscles beginning to develop in his abs, though he looked thinner with his arms up that way.
He dropped his shirt and sank back down onto me, pushing his jeans down and settling between my legs.
He started fumbling for my bra, so I reached back and undid it, tossing it aside and swallowing hard.
I wished we could have the lights on, that I could see his face, know what he was thinking.
But between his Gramparents and the staff—who really might come up here to check if someone had left a light on by mistake—we had to be discreet.
I wasn’t keen for a repeat of the Walker Delacroix situation.
“Oh, fuck,” he whispered as his cold hand covered one of my breasts.
I could feel a tremor in his touch, which made me feel a little better about my own nervousness.
Devlin had definitely felt me up before this, but he seemed more into it tonight, knowing he wouldn’t have to rein it in when I said I’d had enough. Tonight, he could take it all.
He made a sound in his throat that sent heat shimmering through my body as his mouth moved over my neck, my collarbones, down my chest. He kissed over the globes of my breasts, his hands massaging as he moved.
Slowly, he began to stroke one of my nipples.
My body shuddered with longing, and he rocked his hips between mine while he took my other nipple into his mouth.
The sensation shot straight to my core, and I gasped, grinding up against him.
He reached between us, touching me through my panties, his touch tentative at first. I’d always been self-conscious about how big I was, how round everything on my body was, and down there was no exception.
My mound was always too big, kind of puffy, like a muffin top.
I couldn’t even wear yoga pants without a long shirt or a little skirt over them.
Devlin had touched me before, but now he was rougher, grabbing a handful of my flesh and squeezing, his moan so carnal it made wetness throb under his touch.
I was squirming by the time he tugged my panties aside and worked a finger into my slippery slit.
He sucked in a breath, then started to explore me with a finger while his mouth worked frantically over my chest, kissing and sucking and leaving little bites on my soft breasts.
I slid my hands from under the pillow, gripping his hair to try to slow him as his finger became more assertive.
He slid it lower, finding my opening and pushing it inside.
I gasped and arched up, opening my knees for him as he began to pump his finger into me. “Oh god,” I whispered. “Devlin, I’m ready.”
He thrust his finger into me hard, biting down until I whimpered, my hips jerking under him.
I hadn’t expected the roughness, but then, he’d always held back before.
Tonight, he could unleash his passion into my body.
He was different, more intense, less controlled.
He even smelled different, like he’d splashed a bit of new cologne on before he came.
It made my mouth water, and I lifted my hips shamelessly, needing to give myself completely to this passionate new side of him.
I’d never felt like he wanted me more than in that moment, as his hardness bit into my thigh and his finger strained to go deeper.
“Now,” I begged. “I need you.”
Without a word, he adjusted his position, pushing down his boxers. I could feel the heat of his bare cock throb against the cool skin of my thigh, and a shiver of pure, raw lust went through me.
“Kiss me,” I said, pulling his face up to mine as he rubbed the head of his cock through my wet slit and pressed it to my entrance.
He kissed me, breathing hard and fast as he pushed his hips forward, straining to open my virgin entrance.
I gasped when he breached my unopened flesh, and a sting of pain went through me as his size stretched me.
“You good?” he asked, his voice cracking in a way I hadn’t heard it do in a few years, like the strain of holding back was about to break him.
“I think so,” I said, my voice shaky. I reached for his face, suddenly scared, needing reassurance. “What about a condom?”
He turned his face, placing the gentlest kiss in my palm, his lips hot against my skin. “No fucking way,” he whispered.
He throbbed inside me, and a pulse of pure, erotic pleasure went through me at the thought of doing something so dangerous.
I surprised myself with how much it turned me on, how much he turned me on tonight.
I was seeing another side of him, knowing him deeper, bringing us closer, just like I’d wanted.
“I love you, Devlin,” I said, pushing my pelvis up to show him I was ready for him to push in further.
Without warning, he thrust into me hard, a quick, sharp thrust that took my breath.
I cried out, the sound lost in a loud crack of thunder that shook the treehouse.
He drew back and thrust into me again, deeper this time.
I choked on a breath, on the pain, and he slammed into me again, not giving me time to adjust or even protest.
“Oh, Doll,” he whispered in a low, growling voice I’d never heard before, grinding into me so deep that tears burst from my eyes. “Now you’re mine.”
He started driving into me hard and fast, his rhythm frantic. I bit my lip, trying not to cry out again. Everyone said it hurt, but I hadn’t expected this. He was usually so careful with me, almost methodical. Tonight he was rough and reckless, selfish in an entirely new way.
“Slow down,” I cried when I could finally get my breath. I grabbed his arms, my nails cutting into his skin, tears pouring down my cheeks.
“Oh, fuck, I can’t,” he grunted, pounding into me harder. “I can’t be gentle. You feel too fucking good.”
Finally I couldn’t help it, and a loud, tortured sob tore from my throat. “Devlin, stop!”
He clamped a hand over my mouth, giving one last, punishing thrust before swearing in a guttural grunt, his hips jerking against mine. A throb of pain went through me, and a rush of heat filled my core with his release.
For a long minute, neither of us moved. He lowered himself onto me, and I could feel him just shaking as he held onto me.
I was still crying, trying to catch my breath and figure out what the hell just happened.
I’d known Devlin since we were in diapers, and he’d never once been cruel or violent or even rude to me.
Sometimes he was selfish or inattentive, but he was a sixteen-year-old boy for god sakes.
The majority of the time, he was better to me than I had any right to expect.
Tonight, he was far, far worse than I deserved.
Finally, he pushed up off me and wiped my face with his fingers. He kissed both of my cheeks until they were dry and then pressed his nose into my hair, inhaling deeply and squeezing me to him. Then he got up and started pulling on his clothes.
“Where are you going?” I asked, my voice cracking. I rolled over, cradling my arms over my lower abdomen, which felt all bruised and achy inside, almost like I had cramps.
He didn’t say anything. He pulled on his shirt, and in the faint lightning from outside, I saw him moving through the shadows. Without a word, he climbed down onto the ladder and disappeared.