Chapter 8 #2
As soon as we get into the room, Jessica is on me like sugar on candy.
She kisses my lips and down my neck. She tastes like peaches, so fucking good.
We stumble over to the bed, wrapped in each other's aggressive arms, fighting to be closer, to feel more skin on skin.
I break the kiss, reaching for my wallet, pulling out the condom.
My hands tremble with nerves or anticipation, I don't know which, but I'm finally doing something for me, and damn it feels so fucking good.
Sliding down her shorts, I lift her on top of me with ease.
Her long black hair tickles my hands as they graze her soft, bare back.
My hand glides around her back, to her stomach, to her full breast.
With the other hand, I knead her hips, rocking her onto me.
She rips off my shirt with intensity, as she bites and pulls at my bottom lip.
Quickly, I flip her over onto her back, unbuttoning my pants, leaning over, creating a path of kisses from her lips to her neck, stomach, and hips, savoring the taste of vanilla.
Fuck, she tastes so good. I loop my finger through the lace of her underwear.
“Are you sure you want this?” She nods her head.
“I need words.” Sinking a finger into her wetness, she lets out a wicked moan that nearly has me coming in my pants.
“Yes,” she moans breathlessly, as my finger pumps in and out of her. It makes me feral when she obeys my command—a surge of need pulses through me.
“So wet for me, Jess.” Sliding into her is electric, feeling something other than pain and failure.
This I can succeed at, I can make her come for me, the best orgasm of her life.
I needed this, this release, this control.
Lifting her legs onto my shoulder, I watch her as I sink into her, pulling a gasp from both of us.
She locks her legs around my neck, gripping my forearms with intensity.
“That's right, hold the fuck on.” With those words and the way my finger applies pressure to the sweet spot that makes her back arch and fingers grip tighter, she comes.
Loudly. So loudly, I wonder who can hear her, and that turns me on even more, thrusting into her, giving her everything I have until my climax reaches its peak.
I come, a rush of relief, and a slight ping of guilt knowing I left Scarlett alone at a party, to do the very thing I told her guys would want.
Jessica and I walk downstairs; she heads to the bathroom, while I go to find Scarlett.
She's sitting outside. A boy I don't know is sitting in the chair, and she's sitting on the armrest. A girl sits across from them on another boy's lap.
I scan the room, and find Spencer sitting in the corner, eyes locked on Scarlett, death gripping his now crushed beer can.
Making my way over to him, I can see the tension in his jaw in the way his neck muscles are flexing.
“How'd it go? Who is that guy?” I snap him out of his attempt to kill the boy with his eyes.
“He is a senior in her same year. Player. Tries hooking up with all the girls. Has a list.” Disgust in his tone as he spits out his words with rage.
“I've been watching. If one fingertip even grazes her, I've got him. I'm gonna knock his teeth in.” Is it bad that his hostility surrounding my sister’s safety made me proud?
Is it bad that I agree with exactly what he's saying?
I hand him an unopened, uncrushed beer. “Cheers to that,” we cheer, and down the beers, before we both walk over and get Scarlett.
She remains on the armrest. I thought I'd be the one to initiate it's time to leave, but the moment we got to her, Spencer’s demand filled the space. “Up. Let's go. We’re leaving.”
She looks at him, horrified, then back at me, and I nod towards the door. “You heard the man, time to go.” The boy in the chair stands, smiling, and puts his hands in his pockets.
“Ease up, we're just talking. Who are you two anyway? Go find another girl to get in bed with.” I clench my fist. Swallowing the rising anger.
My voice comes out deep, deadly, and I want to be merciless. “I am her brother. Talk about you or anyone else taking my sister to bed, and I'll knock your lights out.” Scarlett gets up with horror on her face.
The boy backs up. “Come on, man, if she wants to put out, let her.” Just as I go to rattle his god damn brain, Spencer punches him so hard that he flies back onto the ground.
Shocked when Spencer doesn't stop. Where my punch would have been a warning, Spencer’s is a promise.
He follows him down, pushing him into the cement.
“Don't you ever fucking talk about her like that, you piece of shit!
I've been watching you this whole time!” Punch.
“Trying to get her on your lap.” Punch. Turning around, I see Scarlett with her hands over her ears, panic lacing through her fingertips, as panic courses through her body.
“Spencer! That's enough, let's go, man.” Spencer looks back, and his eyes land directly on Scarlett. Remorse and guilt crossed his face like a wave. He jumps to his feet, heading right towards Scarlett, but she turns and runs out the door. Fuck. This is not good.
We arrive at the car, and Scarlett is in the back seat, wearing her sweatshirt with the hood up.
Spencer and I get in, turning around in my seat, I try to get her attention.
“Letty, come on, look at me.” Nothing. “Can you just signal to me you're alive?” I wait as her arm moves, untangling from her sweatshirt, and she flips me off.
Only this time, I think she means, fuck you.
Arriving home, Grant's car is still gone. Scarlett gets out, slams her door, and runs inside.
“Fuck.” I say as the front door slams shut.
Spencer shakes his head. “Dude, I fucked up. I severely fucked up.” No, I fucked up. I left her alone. I let her be vulnerable. This was my fault. I left her to get laid.
“Not at all, you're my best friend, and a damn good one at that. She'll come around.” I give him a small smile.
“I'll check in tomorrow, it's almost my curfew, I gotta get inside or my mom will be calling the cops.” I chuckle and wave him off.
As I get upstairs, I stop at the top and quietly walk to Scarlett's room.
I listen to her cries instead of stepping back to my room.
I slide down her door and listen to the damage I caused.
This is the price I have to pay for freedom.