You're To Blame: A High School Bully Romance (Haven Saints High)

by Brooke Jordan

“Have you been here since that day?”

  “Every year on the day of the accident no matter what.”

  The houses across the lake facing our property were still in pristine condition like ours. I hadn’t been inside the house since that day.

  “We had so much fun here. Those were once the best summers of my life.”

  I stole another glimpse of her. My heart pounded against my rib cage. Felt like it would burst out of my chest at any moment.

  “What do you want, Tate?” The coldness in her tone sent a chill up my spine.

  I tangled our fingers and peered into her blue eyes. “You.”

  Her pouty lips parted and fuck did I want to taste her sweet lips.

  “I’ve always wanted you. At my lowest point I wanted you. Sitting in the hospital waiting area outside Mason’s room, I hated myself for yelling those evil words at you that day. You’re to blame.”

  A tear slid down her cheek.

  “You were never the blame. I was the asshole who shut out the one person I loved because I lost my brother. The meaner I was to you the more I loved you. You drive me crazy, Chelsea. You always had. I was devastated when you moved away. Remember our kindergarten teacher Ms. Petals?”

  She chuckled. “Yes.”

  “She said it was cute that I liked you and I’d grow out of the puppy love. She didn’t understand I’d never stop loving you. We attended all those dinners and functions with our families over the years. On the inside I was excited to be in the same room with you. On the outside I was a stubborn asshole.”

  She laughed and swiped at another tear that slid down her rosy cheek.

  “I told you I’d walk out of your life. How could I honestly walk away and I just got you back?” My southern accent was thick.

  “At school, I kept my distance, but I was always close.”

  She caressed my cheek. “I know. How long had you been sleeping in my bedroom?”

  My jaw dropped. “Shit, who told you?”

  “No one. I woke in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. You were curled up in a ball. Your gray hoodie was pulled over your eyes. The next night I woke in the middle of the night again. I was curious to see if you returned. Sure, enough you were there. I slept so good in the last couple of weeks. If we weren’t so damn bull headed, you could have held me in your arms. My favorite place.”

  A cool sensation shot through my body. I felt peace for the first time in years.

  “I’ve slept at your house through the week for a month. My dad talked to Chris because he was afraid, I’d get shot if I kept climbing through your window.” Her arms swept around my neck.

  “So, my Dad knew, huh? That day we argued I swear he was going to kill you.”

  “Yeah, he thought I took his little girl’s virginity, then ran around bragging about it. I wouldn’t ever do that.” My nose nuzzled her hair.

  “You’re staying with me this weekend.” I stepped back intertwining our fingers. We walked toward the lake closer to the house.

  “No, I am staying at Megan’s.” She halted, snatching her hand out of my grip.

  “Tate Forrester, did you plan this weekend?” Her cute face twisted.

  “Yup, I sure fucking did, baby.” I nodded toward the lake.

  She folded her arms and stormed ahead.

  I smacked her ass. “Relax, Chelsea, we’re right where we need to be. Together.”

  I wrapped my arms around her waist. The tension in her shoulders slipped away as she rested against my chest.

  “Do you think you can still skip rocks across the lake?”

  “Only one way to find out.” She broke free and collected a handful of rocks. Chelsea poured half of the rocks in my hand. I released a rock from my hand. It skipped across the water.

  She pouted. “You cheated. You’ve had practice.”

  Chelsea threw two rocks into the water. “Shit,” she muttered.

  “Remember it’s all in the form. Try again.”

  She stared into the sparkling water and exhaled. Chelsea’s rock released from her hand, skipping across the water. She yelled jumping up and down. “I did it.”

  “See, I knew you had it in you.”

  I pulled her onto the rock beside me.

  “This is my favorite spot.” She looped her arms around mine.

  “I kissed my first boyfriend on this very rock.”

  I smirked. “Oh, yeah? He was one lucky guy.”

  She leaned in. “He is.”

  Our noses touched. I pulled her lips into mine. Releasing her lips briefly, I marveled her long eyelashes, hooding her dark blue eyes. I gripped her hair and slid my tongue past her lips. She moaned into my mouth. Chelsea was holding back. Afraid to let herself go. I sucked her top lip and then her bottom.

  “You taste so fucking good.” I bit her neck.

  “One day all this will be ours.”

  Her eyes widened.

  “Do you want forever with me?” I traced my finger over the edge of her ear.

  “Yes,” she breathed.

  Finally, I had my woman. The only woman I ever wanted.

  “Come on.”

  Walking through the front door was like stepping back in time. I flipped on the lights and closed the door.

  “I pushed you down in this room so many times I lost track.”

  She giggled. “I know asshole. Good thing I liked you.” Her fingers brushed across the details of the stone fireplace.

  “If it weren’t so cold this weekend, we could have gone canoeing.”

  “We’ll go next summer. This will become our getaway.”

  “I love that,” she smiled brightly.

  “Last one up the stairs is a rotten egg.” She took the stairs two at a time.

  I wrapped my arms around her waist, sweeping her into my arms. “Oh, no you don’t cheater.”

  She squealed.

  Stalking into one of the guest bedrooms, I threw her onto the king-sized bed. She leaned up on her elbow. Her eyes darted across the bedroom. Chelsea gaped.

  “My overnight bag is here. Hm, you and Matt are sneaky. I should have known something was up when he volunteered to drive me over to Megan’s house. And of course, we never arrived.” She arched a brow.

  I yanked her jacket off of her. Chelsea stood, holding my face. “Don’t make me regret giving all of myself to you.”

  “I won’t, baby. My love runs too deep for you.”

  Grabbing the neck of my navy sweatshirt, I tugged it over my head.

  My hands cupped her ass. “Grip my dick. You are the only woman who could ever get me hard as a missile. I wanted you for so long,” I breathed against her cheek.

  Chelsea’s hands slid over my muscled chest. “This is real right. Not a dream?”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  CHELSEA

  “You bet your pretty ass this is real.” His deep voice vibrated my body, and I shivered under his touch.

  “You’re cold. I’ll start a fire.”

  Tate kneeled and tossed two logs on the fireplace grate. I kicked off my shoes, socks, and pulled my legs under me on the bed.

  “There.” He dusted his hands off. We stared at the orange and blue flames. My gaze wandered back to him. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him. He moved around the room, dimming the lights.

  “You’ve technically spent the night with me almost every day for a month.”

  Tate kicked off his boots and grabbed several gold foiled packages from his duffel bag. “I guess you’re right,” he stated with a southern drawl.

  My stomach twisted in knots. I knew I visibly swallowed at the sight of the condoms. Shit, I couldn’t help it. Tate was the only one who could ever have me. Despite everything we’d been through I knew he’d be the one to take my virginity.

  “Chelsea, Chelsea.”

  I shook my head. “Yeah.”

  “Are you all right? You look a little flush.”

  “I was ready to give myself to you at the party. You said we’d wait.”
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  He slipped all of the condoms under a pillow except one.

  “We need two days. One night wouldn’t have been enough time. We have to work off years of aggression toward each other.” He gently shoved me back, peeled my jeans down my legs, and tossed them to the floor.

  “Most of the chicks at Haven had what was supposed to be mine.”

  His eyebrows rustled together as he hovered over me. “I have not fucked as many chicks as you think I have. And to make matters worse, I closed my eyes and envisioned you. Using them to release my frustration probably wasn’t right. But they were willing participants.” His fingers slipped through his curly locks. “The real reason Brittany hates you is because I yelled out your name twice during sex.”

  Oh, the delight I’d have when I see her on Monday. I tried not to show how happy I was to hear that delightful tidbit. I clutched his face. “Tate, I think that’s the sexiest thing any guy’s ever said to me.”

  “What other guy?” he scowled.

  “The one you threatened. Remember, not one other guy spoke to me after that fucking football game, Tate.” I punched him in his chest.

  He extended my legs in the air in the shape of a V. “You make me crazy, baby.” His lips melted against my silk covered pussy.

  “I’ve fucking beat up so many guys over you.” Tate ripped my panties off my body.

  I shrieked.

  “Tate, when?”

  His nose circled my barely there mound. Tate’s tongue slicked through my wetness.

  “Oh, fuck you taste…addictive.”

  “Shit, Tate,” I whimpered, pulling his hair.

  My leg hooked over his shoulder. Tate’s calloused hand slid up my exposed thigh. He stood staring at my pussy. “Fuck, it's pretty and pink.

  Untouched.”

  His eyes darkened.

  “And mine.”

  Our gazes locked as he unfastened his jeans and they fell to the floor. My eager eyes darted to his cock tenting his red boxers.

  “That comment on the post I didn’t create, and you claimed I replied to. I found that fucker and beat his ass. He vomited all over the football field. Later we dropped him off outside the Emergency room entrance. Share you. I fucking lost it, Chelse.”

  “Come here, Tate.” I stretched my hand toward him. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers and pushed them to the floor. He flung them aside. My hand fell against the bed, and I gasped. He stood there in all of his glory. His perfect muscled body. Those rippling abs and sculpted thighs. There was a faint scar on his knee and a raised scar on his back. He earned those tussling with Mason in Matt’s backyard.

  “Take off your shirt and bra.” He stroked his cock.

  His eyes roamed my naked frame the moment I flicked my bra to the floor. His lips moved. He muttered something to himself. Tate’s jaw tightened.

  “What’s wrong?”

  He shook his head. “Mad at myself that’s all. My stubbornness cost us years together.”

  “Shut up and kiss me. We are here now.” He hungerly kissed my lips.

  I reached between us and slid his cock along my wet slit.

  “Baby, what are you doing?”

  “I wanted your skin to touch mine.” He tore open the wrapper and rolled the condom down his cock.

  “I’ve been on birth control since I was sixteen to regulate my monthly cycle.”

  “Good to know for next time.” He bit my neck.

  Scoot to the top. Tate gripped my thighs and buried his face between my legs. He sucked my clit as he slid two fingers inside of me.

  “Fuck, Tate.” My walls clenched his fingers. A wave of heat washed over my body. “I can’t stop it, Tate.”

  He winked and cocked a devilish smile then returned to attacking my clit driving me insane. I swear I was close to ripping his gorgeous dark locks from the roots. His tongue slid in and out of me.

  “Tate, Tate,” I whimpered as my legs shivered.

  He slid his tongue over my belly then around my pink, hard nipples.

  My leg hooked over his arm. He lined his cock up between my legs. I leaned up shoving my tongue past his lips as he pushed inside of me slow. My eyes grew in size.

  “I can’t take it. It hurts.”

  “It will pass. I promise.” He slid inside of me further and further. Our fingers intertwined. I bit the side of his neck.

  The pain passed. I was locked in a haze of pleasure.

  “Fuck, you feel better than I imagined, Chelsea.”

  Our lips locked again as he quickened his pace. My head dropped back. His teeth grazed along the front of my neck.

  Tate leaned my back partially against the headboard, sitting on his legs. He slid his delicious cock inside me again and again until my head was spinning and I was seeing stars.

  “Oh fuck, Tate. I’m coming.”

  “Me too,” he groaned. Beads of sweat dripped down his brow.

  “Chelsea, you’re my deepest desire,” he growled.

  “God!” I came hard. My body convulsed. I couldn’t stop it. Tears followed. I’d gone through so much with Tate. It was hard to fathom I was clutched in his arms. His cock throbbed inside me.

  “I love you, Chelsea. I’ve never once said those words to you and didn’t mean them.”

  My lips trembled against his as he lowered me on the bed, pulling out of me. I whimpered.

  “Don’t worry, sweetheart, this cock is all yours. You can have it whenever you want.”

  He whipped the condom off and tossed it in the waste paper basket. Tate laid beside me chest heaving.

  I leaned over and licked his cock clean. He rubbed my ass. I turned and straddled his torso. I interlocked our fingers. He peeked at my arm. He planted kisses on each cut.

  “Are you going to do that every time you have me to yourself?”

  “Yeah, baby. I doubt, I’ll ever look at your cuts and not feel guilty for driving you over the edge.”

  Tate leaned up on his elbows and kissed the cuts on the side of each breast. I gripped his face and stared into his blue eyes. Lifting my hips, I lowered onto his cock.

  Our parted lips collided.

  “I knew you were meant to be mine.” Pain was etched in his handsome face.

  Tate gripped my hips, pounding into me.

  “Fuck you’re so tight.”

  My eyes hooded. “Tate, oh fuck.” I balanced, bracing my palms on his shoulders.

  Every nerve ending in my body was struck by my next orgasm. Tate didn’t let up. He slammed into me a final time grunting and groaning. “Shit, I think we are in for an all-nighter.”

  Tate whisked me into the large shower. After we washed each other’s body he slid inside me again. He kept his word. We couldn’t get enough of each other.

  ~

  “Chelse,” Tate called out.

  One eye popped open. I was sprawled out in the bed naked, head under the pillow. Daylight peeked through the oversized windows.

  “Chelsea, are you awake?”

  “I am now, shit!” I growled.

  “Bring that pretty ass down here. Breakfast is here.”

  “K!”

  Our little circle of friends were all good cooks. One summer our mothers thought it would be cool to hire a private chef to provide us cooking lessons for a week. Tate didn’t like cooking though. He preferred to order carryout.

  I stumbled into the bathroom. My wild hair stood on my head. After relieving myself, I freshened up and tamed my hair. I slipped into a fresh pair of panties, then rummaged through Tate’s duffel. I pulled a gray T-shirt over my head, and scurried down stairs.

  He grinned from ear to ear, long arms stretched resting on the marble counter. “Get over here and give me a kiss.”

  Tate scooped me up into his arms, sitting me on the counter.

  “How did you sleep?”

  “Like a baby.”

  “Good. After breakfast we can play Fortnite.”

  “Yes.”

  He crushed my lips then placed
me on my bare feet.

  “I ordered apple cinnamon pancakes for you again. You know since it’s Saturday and all.”

  I snickered, settling into the oversized bar stool at the counter.

  “Tomorrow I’ll order something different.”

  “Sounds good.” My cell vibrated. I peeked at the screen.

  He poured orange juice into two glasses. “Who’s that?”

  “Rocco.”

  His lips tightened. “Make sure you let him know you’re my woman.”

  “Tate, he was looking into something for me.”

  “Chelse, I am a man. I know when a guy is crushing on a chick. And he’s got the hots for you, babe.”

  “I’ll tell him.”

  I pressed his phone number and placed the cell on speaker.

  “Good afternoon, Rocco.” I glanced at the time on the screen. My eyes widened. “Twelve thirty,” I mouthed.

  Tate shrugged.

  “Chelsea, how’s it going?”

  “It’s going well, Rocco. What do you have for Chelse?”

  I pointed my finger, warning him to stop being an asshole. Tate waved me off.

  “Rocco, I am listening.” I slipped a forkful of apple cinnamon pancakes into my mouth.

  Tate sat next me.

  “Yeah, I finally spotted Marisa in London.”

  I rubbed my hands together. “That’s awesome.”

  “She’s met with a tall dark-haired guy several times since she’s been there over two weeks.”

  “How can she afford to miss so much school?”

  “Money, sweetheart. If your mom said you were taking advanced college courses abroad Haven Saints high would bust their ass to accommodate you. They’d assign you a private tutor virtually or in person. It would be at your parents’ expense of course. She’s an A student and her family owns several fortune five hundred companies.”

  I nodded. “My parents don’t live off our family’s money. They live off of what they make.”

  “Oh, so you have old money at your disposal, but choose to live off of new money.” He shook his head. “Ok.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Sorry, Rocco. Go ahead.”

  “Yeah. She’s very careful. I have only caught a glimpse of this guy from behind. Her family isn’t paying for this trip. I’ve hacked her bank account and theirs.”