by Rona Jameson
One of my biggest questions was why do people crave what was forbidden to them? Was it because it was more enticing?
Rogan and I had spent all our lives together since the day our parents had met, and, in some way, we’d made a connection that day. We’d never been like other siblings. What was there between us that was so different? Why did we feel what we did for each other regardless of how wrong it was? Our feelings didn’t make sense to me, but it was how I felt. I loved him.
“Do you have something to share?” Dad nudged my foot, interrupting the thoughts whirling around in my head.
“Um, no.” I glanced at Mom, who frowned, and Rogan, who wouldn’t meet my gaze. “I was thinking about school.”
Rogan snickered and took our dishes to the sink and rinsed them before putting them in the dishwasher. “Let’s go.”
Quickly saying goodbye, I found myself in Rogan’s car faster than usual. As we headed for school, I kept catching him glancing at me, so I turned in the seat and stared at him.
He grinned. “You were so not thinking about school. Your cheeks were red.”
My face flushed and he chuckled.
“Stop teasing me.”
“You teased me while you were thinking about me over breakfast.”
“I did not.”
“Did too.” He smirked. “Before you get out of this car I want to know what you were thinking about.”
Groaning, I gazed out of the window so he could no longer see my face but the silence eventually got to me. “I was thinking about why we want each other.” I continued to think, as we got closer to school. “Why us? What’s different about us?”
Pulling into his usual parking spot at school, we sat in silence until he whispered, “I don’t have answers to those questions, but I do know you were thinking about more than that because you were bright red.” He quickly kissed me on the cheek. “Have a good day at school today.”
And then he was gone and I watched him bump into his friends. They always got to school before us. Leon could be a jerk but he was pretty anal about being on time. He got bent out of shape if he thought he was going to arrive at school later than fifteen minutes before the bell. And since Leon gave Chase a lift to school, Chase beat us here too.
For some reason I always ended up being the last one out of the car. Probably because Julia wasn’t always on time and I’d rather sit by myself instead of having girls trying to be nice to me so Rogan would notice them. He never did, but it didn’t stop them from trying.
While woolgathering, I spotted Julia smacking Leon on his butt before she carried on running toward me. I climbed from the car and rolled my eyes. “You are going to be in trouble one of these days. The poor guy can only take so much.”
She laughed. “The poor guy hasn’t figured out what to do with me yet.” Her eyes lit with mischief.
“You’ve been, um, flirting with him for months now. Shouldn’t he have figured out which parts of his body connect with yours?”
She blinked and bent over laughing to the point that tears ran down her face. I frowned as everyone around us on the front lawn turned to see what was so funny. Grabbing Julia’s arm, I pulled her inside the building.
“Shush! Jeez, Julia. I didn’t think it was that funny.”
Leaning against our lockers, Julia winked and her face split into a wide grin. “Leon is built, if you know what I mean.” She glanced down and back up to my face. “And he knows exactly how to connect our parts.”
“You didn’t tell me?”
Julia sighed and looked upset. “I didn’t tell you because I don’t know what to tell you. We haven’t done it, but touched—for months. I want him, Fallon. I’m just not sure he wants me anymore.”
“Trust me. I saw the look on his face when you smacked him. He wants you hot and sweaty under him.”
“We’ll see,” Julia mumbled. “Anyway, how are you feeling? I talked to your mom last night and she said you were in bed asleep.”
“Yeah, I crashed pretty hard.” I unfastened the padlock and opened my locker to hide the flush I knew coated my cheeks.
Of course Julia narrowed her eyes at the sight of my embarrassment. Instead of letting Julia form her own suspicions, I let her think it was anger as I told her about Uncle Frank. Looking back, I wondered whether he was only there because he was wondering about Rogan and me, especially after the questions I’d overheard this morning. Perhaps I’d completely misunderstood the situation—something to think about.
“Ugh.” Julia nudged into me. “Amber alert.”
“What?” I glanced at my phone thinking an Amber Alert had been issued, but then I spotted Amber quickly walking toward us.
I glanced at Julia and noticed the smirk on my friend’s face. I fell for Julia’s “Amber alert” every damn time.
“Why is she gloating?” I hissed under my breath.
“I don’t know. First time I’ve seen her today.”
“Morning, Fallon…and Julia.” Amber had been a thorn in my side since preschool and it was still stuck in there, more so after Corinne had switched schools not long after my accident.
“Why are you so chirpy this morning?” Julia, of course, couldn’t resist asking.
“I was just asked to the prom,” she babbled. “Can you believe it? I’m going to with Rogan.”
Everything inside of me froze as I heard Amber’s reply, the buzzing in my ears getting louder until Julia pinched me in the side.
“No way did Rogan Scott ask you to prom.”
Amber scowled at Julia. “He’s on his way in with Chase and Leon. Why don’t you ask him?”
“You know she’s joking, right?” Julia huffed.
Amber stood gloating with her arms crossed and a delighted smile on her face. I wanted to smack it off as I clenched my fists at my sides.
My breath felt as though it was choking me, but I said, “I don’t think she is.” While I was upset, I was also confused. Why would he do that without considering taking me with him? And most importantly, why wouldn’t he talk to me about it first instead of letting me find out in this way? After what had happened between us the day before, my mind struggled to accept that Rogan would hurt me in this way.
As the bell rang to signal the start of day, my eyes froze on Rogan across the hallway. He turned his head toward me, and when his eyes spotted Amber standing in front of me, I saw realization sink in, and he paled.
“I have class,” I mumbled, ignoring everyone as I headed to the back of the building and the dark basement. I needed some time to collect my thoughts, and unless there was a tornado warning, no one but the maintenance guy ever went down there.
It was only when I slowed my footsteps that I knew Rogan had followed me.
“What changed between yesterday, our teasing in the car, and you asking Amber to prom?”
Resting my forehead against the wall, I heard his books thud on the concrete steps and then I felt him behind me. His hands slipped around to my belly as he wrapped himself around me.
“I didn’t ask. She asked and Chase answered for me. Then she ran off while I went to hit Chase.”
I slowly turned in his arms and tilted my face up to his. “You hit Chase?”
His jaw clenched. “No. Mr. Malcolm was walking past and gave me the look. I sure as hell don’t want detention.”
“The whole school probably knows you’re taking her by now.” I blinked tears of frustration away, but they fell and Rogan caught them with his fingers.
“Please don’t cry.” He leaned in and kissed my tears away. “I don’t know how I’m going to get out of it, but I will. The last thing I want is you hurting, or a date with someone who isn’t you.”
“Wait! What if you do go with her to prom?”
“What? You’re not serious?”
“As long as you’re aware that I’ll hurt her if she kisses you, then I am serious. We can’t go together when I think about it. So this way you go and show your face, you don’t appear like an asshole for
cancelling on her, and”—I grinned—“I’ll get Chase to take me so I can watch her every move. He already said he wasn’t asking anyone.”
“Chase likes you.” He frowned.
“He doesn’t like me in that way. I promise you that.” I reached up and quickly kissed his lips. “You better keep her away from you and the house, or I won’t be responsible for what I do.” I narrowed my lids. “I’m serious, Rogan.”
“God help me, I’m in love with a femme fatale,” he mumbled. “This isn’t going to be a fatal kind of attraction, is it?”
I grabbed his tee in a tight fist and brought him so close that I breathed the next words against his mouth. “I love you. That’s all you need to know.”
His whole face lit up and then he looked bashful. “So, I’m forgiven?”
I moved away and said over my shoulder, “Her lips touch you, then no, you’re not.”
“Fair enough,” he agreed quickly. “Just remember the same goes for you.” He grabbed me around the waist and pinned me against the wall, leaving me breathless.
His hips held me up while he held my arms above my head in one of his large hands. I wrapped my legs around his waist, our fingers intertwining.
“This position feels really good,” I mumbled, not all that sure what I was saying.
His free hand grabbed my bottom and massaged, pushing me on him. “This is only for you. God help us, but I want to spend the rest of my life doing dirty things to you.”
I hissed into his ear and felt him jerk against my lower body. “Make me yours, Rogan.”
His heart pounded against my chest while he dropped his face into the curve of my neck. “Not here.” He panted. “I need you to go to class and leave me here.”
“Why?” I frowned because he felt too good to leave right now.
He lifted his head and glared down at me. Between clenched teeth, he hissed, “Because”—he groaned and helped me get my feet under me—“I ache for you.”
I couldn’t help it if my eyes drifted to where his ache was to check out just how bad the situation were. I also couldn’t help it if my hand, without thinking, reached out and pressed against the ache.
Rogan cursed and grabbed my wrist, and his eyes shot daggers at me. “I don’t want to come in my jeans, Fallon.” He let me go and started pacing. He was breathing like a bull about to charge.
“I better, um, go.”
He nodded and kept his head turned away.
I quickly ran to class, apologizing to the teacher as I took my seat beside Julia, who nudged into me.
“Where did you both go?”
“Basement. Rogan followed me.”
“He didn’t ask her,” Julia said. “Leon told me she asked him, and Chase accepted for Rogan.”
“I know, he told me.” Ms. Procter gave us a dark glare so we zipped our mouths, at least for now.
Julia wouldn’t leave it, though. Not anymore.
My whole world was changing and everything currently evolved around Rogan.
That needed to change, but I didn’t know how to separate Rogan and everything else.
On a heavy sigh, I wondered if this was how Mom had felt when she fell in love with Dad. If I was in love with anyone but Rogan, then maybe I could have asked her.
With a promise to meet up with Julia, Leon, and Chase in an hour to head over to watch the new Spiderman movie at the theatre, I hurried inside with Rogan hot on my heels.
Something had changed between us and it was as though a dark cloud had lifted. For months we’d tried to avoid each other because of how our feelings had changed, but today, by silent agreement, we’d both finally accepted that we loved each other, and that wasn’t about to change.
Yesterday afternoon happened and the only way to go was forward. I certainly had no wish to go back to how we had been—afraid to be alone together. Now I wanted to spend every single moment alone with Rogan.
“We need to get homework done before we go out,” Rogan said, watching my every move through half-lidded eyes, his foot paused on the first step of the stairs.
“Okay.” Agreeing wasn’t what he’d expected, but I had a plan, which he would hopefully fall in with the moment I took off my clothes.
Racing upstairs, I heard him following, and once he was inside our bedroom, I closed and locked the door with a teasing smile on my face.
Rogan backed away from me and ended up dropping his butt on the bed. “What are you up to?”
“We need a shower”—I tossed my shirt and bra into the laundry hamper, my hand on the button of my jeans—“before doing our homework.” I slid my jeans and panties down and then stood before him naked, wanting his eyes on me.
His eyes caressed over my body causing a reaction I hadn’t expected. Rogan let out a loud groan. “You are beautiful.” His eyes strayed between my breasts and lower while I watched his chest heave and his body react to his first sight of all of me bared to him.
“I ache to be touched.” My eyes searched his when he finally lifted his gaze from my lower body. “Show me how to touch a boy.”
Swallowing hard, Rogan slipped off his sneakers and threw his tee to the floor. His hand slipped to the bulge he couldn’t hide as he slowly peeled the denim down his legs, and kicked them off.
My eyes didn’t know where to look because he was like a bronze sculpture standing before me in only his tight white briefs.
Unable to think of anything to say, I moved closer and, reaching out, stroked along his hugely aroused penis. I wasn’t sure where my forwardness had come from, but I reminded myself that it was Rogan who stood in front of me. I trusted him. I stroked again and he hissed in response while his body trembled. Stepping up against his chest, I moaned at the feel of him against me. Nothing felt as good as that.
I tilted my face up and met his gaze offering him a smile. His large hands cupped my face, his thumbs stroked along my cheekbones. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” he confessed. “Except that being like this with you feels good, it feels right, like this is where I’m meant to be.” He dropped his forehead to mine and searched my gaze.
My hands slid to his hips before they travelled down the inside of his briefs, pushing them over his firm butt.
“I don’t want to pretend anymore, Rogan. It hurts so much having to stay away from you so this doesn’t happen. We’re meant to be together.”
“I agree,” was all he said as he lifted me into his arms, his mouth searching for mine.
We sank into the kiss as he carried me into the bathroom. I clung to him and refused to let him put me down, and we ended up fumbling into the shower. We broke from the kiss, my lips felt swollen as I licked them, wanting more of his taste.
Rogan’s eyes narrowed as he watched me before he snapped out of it and sent water cascading over us.
He grinned, pressing me into the wall, the water feeling amazing on my sensitive skin.
“I’m horny as fuck because of you,” he growled.
“Then I think you need to do something about it.” I wiggled in his arms until he gave me some space.
He held me steady as my legs unraveled from his waist. My eyes filled with amusement as I watched his follow what I was doing. I squirted a large drop of shower gel into the palm of my hand, and rubbed them together.
I knew what he was expecting, but I decided to tease him instead. Leaning back against the wall, I rubbed the gel into my skin, my hands caressing further down. I moaned and arched—my body oversensitive.
Rogan hissed and knocked my hands away. He cupped my breasts and ran his thumbs over my slippery skin. “I’ve been desperate to get my hands on these.”
My body tightened, and when he licked and bit, I couldn’t explain the pleasure rushing through me. I felt as though he’d overtaken my body and I was nothing more than a pulsing live wire. Rogan cursed, and guided my hands to himself, his eyes begging for my touch. I wasn’t one to disappoint, so I wrapped both of my slippery hands around him. His penis looked red and painful as I s
troked and learned the feel of him…how he liked to be touched.
Curiosity got the better of me and I dropped to my knees, losing his touch on my body. Rogan loudly hissed while he swelled even more against my palms. With one hand, I reached and caressed his balls that hung heavily between his spread legs.
I lifted my gaze and watched his reaction to every touch of my hands. His cheeks were flushed and his breathing was heavy and his belly quivered. Licking my lips, I held his gaze while I swiped my tongue over him.
Rogan shuddered and, before I knew it, I was back on my feet, pressed face-first into the wall with one large hand on my chest and his other searching further down. I gasped as pleasure shimmered through my body.
“Give me your mouth,” Rogan hissed.
I turned my face so my lips were captured by his and it all became too much. He was everywhere at once.
A fireball started in my lower belly and sizzled through me, pleasure bursting like lightning. I groaned and gasped into his mouth while I writhed against him. By the time the pleasure became small pulses inside of me, I was panting against the wall. Rogan’s gaze was fierce as he continued to hold mine and then his eyes fluttered, his voice hoarse as he grunted just when I felt hot liquid on my back. I smiled and enjoyed the feelings we’d brought out in each other.
Rogan wrapped his arms around my waist and his face became buried in the curve of my neck. He whispered, “I love you, Fallon.”
“I love you, too.”
A few minutes later, I turned and kissed his cheek, a smirk on my lips. He narrowed his gaze. “You have something to say?” His hands rubbed my lower back as the water helped to wash away his release.