by Mae Reese
His eyes go wide and she pats his shoulder “That’s what I thought.”
“You are both teases” I say, pointing my spoon at them before rinsing out my own bowl. I put it in the dishwasher with Breanne’s and lean back against the counter.
“Oh baby, you haven’t seen any real teasing tonight… yet” Barron says, walking towards me with his bowl of ice cream.
He leans down and presses his lips to mine, softly toying with my bottom lip.
“Ugh gross. I am so glad my room is far away from his” she says before walking out of the room.
“Goodnight!” She yells from somewhere in the house, her voice echoing off the marble floors.
“Night” we both shout back in unison.
“So how did the chat with my Granny go?” I ask him, pushing myself up onto the counter so I am about eye level with him.
He smirks, his mouth full of ice cream “Interesting.”
“That explains nothing” I say, crossing my arms in front of my chest.
“She told me if I hurt you she could have me killed. I believe her” he muses. “She also said that I better, and I quote, ‘give you so much of the D you won’t be able to walk for a week’”
I put my face in my hands, trying desperately to hide my flaming cheeks.
I swear to god.
He steps between my legs, pulling my hands from my face. He puts his ice cream on the counter before placing both of his cold hands on my cheeks.
“I plan on fully following both of her orders, whenever you’re ready” he kisses my nose and leans back “So… boyfriend huh?” He smirks.
I don’t have a response so I just shrug, biting my bottom lip.
He smirks, not saying anything either and letting the air around us fill with tension.
Punk.
Chapter 27
Barron
The next morning I wake up with Skylar pressed to me, her back flat against me. My legs are wrapped up with hers, my hand on her bare stomach.
“Morning, princess” I say, my voice scratchy and hoarse from sleep. I place a small kiss on her shoulder “I could get used to waking up to you” I say, nuzzling my face in her hair and smelling her shampoo. I hope she brought that shit with her.
After we defined the relationship last night, Skylar gave me one of the best blow jobs I had ever had in my life. A perfect ending to a shitty day.
“I guess we need to get ready for school” she groans, stretching her body against mine. I wrap my arms around her when she rolls over and pull her to me, placing a kiss on her lips. The bruise on her face is much more evident today, causing a stirring of anger when I look at it.
“You sure you just don’t want to skip? That bruise…” she cuts me off.
“I have concealer that would hide Madonna’s beauty mark or David Beckham’s tattoos, I’ll be fine” she waves it off, throwing off the covers. I watch as her naked ass walks across the room and goes into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.
About an hour later we are in my Range Rover on the way to school.
“You have too many ‘babies’” Skylar had groaned when I had my dad’s chauffeur pull it up out front of the house this morning.
I had to remind her again about my obsession with pretty things, which caused her to blush furiously. I love seeing that pink tint her cheeks.
We swing by and pick up Sebastian on the way.
“Morning hot stuff” he says, kissing her on the cheek. I cut my eyes to him, silently reminding him that we had already had the discussion about kissing my girl.
“Calm down Tonto, you know those baby blues are only for you” he grins, sitting back in the middle of the seat.
A small smile forms on her lips when I look at her.
Hell yeah they’re only for me. My girl.
We pull up outside of the academy and Sebastian hops out, opening Skylar’s door for her. I walk over and she grabs my hand, smiling up at me before we walk through the parking lot to the school. This is a big deal for her, she is publicly telling everyone that we are together, something she wanted to wait to do.
I see Maisie up ahead, standing at the bottom of the front steps with Brock and a few other football players. I don’t see Weston, thank god. I am pretty pissed at him, not necessarily for breaking Skylar’s phone, even though that was a dick move, but he just stood there and watched while her mother slapped her. If he had any feelings for her ever, he should have stepped in.
Maisie walks forward and looks down at our joined hands, arching an eyebrow at Skylar. She wraps her arms around her and whispers in her ear “Good for you.”
“You didn’t answer my texts last night” Maisie says after she’s pulled back from Sky.
“I don’t have a phone, it broke…” Skylar bites her lip and I see Maisie’s nose flare, it’s the only sign that she is pissed off. The girl has one hell of a poker face.
Skylar opens her backpack and pulls out a leather journal that I have seen both her and Maisie writing in from time to time. She hands it to Maisie and something passes between them. “See you in class” she says as she walks back to her boyfriend.
“She is so hot” Sebastian says causing both Skylar and I to laugh.
“You’re drooling” I say, running my finger over his chin. He swats at my hand before pushing me aside, laughing.
We walk into the school, Skylar still holding my hand with her head held high. I can see the other students whispering to each other as they see us, but my girl just keeps her mask in place and walks down the hall like we’re the only ones there.
She gets to her locker and opens it, a box falling out onto the floor as she does. She bends over and picks up an iPhone box, her brows creasing in confusion. She opens the lid pulls out a folded note from inside, she unfolds the torn lined paper and reads it.
“It’s from Wes, an ‘I'm sorry’ for breaking my phone” she murmurs, taking the phone out of the box and powering it on.
Apparently he had it linked to her original account, how I have no idea, because her phone starts blowing up with missed texts and voicemails. Most of them seem to be from her mother with a few from Maisie and one from me.
I reach into her locker and pull out her English book for her which is her first period class that we have together. I stick it under my arm
“Need anything else?” I ask her. She is too wrapped up in the texts her mother had sent to notice I had pulled the book out.
“Just my English book” she says, and I close her locker for her.
We walk the hall as she scrolls through messages, her mood shifting with each one she reads.
“Put it away, baby” I whisper in her ear. She nods her head and puts the phone in her bag.
“You don’t need to rehash all that shit, it’s just going to bring you down. Between your Gran and me we will take care of you. Don’t worry” I say, throwing my arm around her shoulder.
“You’re right” she says pressing against my side.
“Oh, I meant to ask… can you catch a ride with Breanne today? I have something to do after-school” I say as we walk into Mr. Franklin’s class. She looks at me curiously but shrugs her shoulders.
“Yeah” she says, taking the seat in front of me.
It only takes about 4 minutes before Maisie walks into the classroom, she slaps the journal down on Skylar’s desk and points at it “That is not ok.” I can see her breathing heavy, the redness in her cheeks from anger and not embarrassment.
Maisie Winston is pissed. And frankly, I would not want to be on her bad side.
Skylar stands up, grabbing Maisie’s hand and pulling her into the hallway. I have no idea where they run off to but when the bell rings and Mr. Franklin starts class, neither girl has returned.
Chapter 28
Skylar
I had to drag Maisie into the classroom in the junior hall we always sneak off to. I could tell from the look in her eye she was either going to commit a felony or have a mental breakdown and neither o
f those needed to happen in public.
“She hit you?! She tried to force you into marriage? What the ever loving hell is wrong with your mother? Does she have some sort of brain tumor or a cognitive impairment we are unaware of? Was she dropped on her head when she was a kid?” Maisie rants, pacing the length of the classroom. I sit and let her vent, waiting until she is finished before I speak.
“Yes, it is all very messed up. I am not sure what she is thinking. Right now though, I am staying with Barron and Breanne and Granny is picking up all my financial expenses. I see no reason to go back to that house” I say calmly, the same way I talked to both Barron and Silas last night when they wanted to lose their minds to protect me.
She literally stomps her feet, her hands fisting at their side. She looks like a toddler throwing a tantrum which causes me to laugh.
“Is that funny?” She asks, a small smile playing on her lips.
“Oh man, I wish you could have seen that” I reply, crossing my legs on the desk.
“I’m just so mad right now, Sky. I always knew your mother was a lunatic but I never thought she’d lay her hands on you” she sinks down next to me, grabbing my hand with hers.
“I know, it’s a lot to take in. Let’s just be thankful that right now I have somewhere safe to go and my life can go on fairly normally thanks to B and Gran” I say, again with the soft tones.
She nods her head, seemingly calming down.
“So, have you boned Barron yet? Is he as good in bed as you would think?” She asks, the subject change giving me whiplash.
I laugh out loud which causes her to laugh too. “I have not boned him yet… but he has already proven to be a master with his tongue” I smirk.
“Can I tell you that I am actually jealous? Brock refuses to go down on me… asshole” she sighs dramatically.
“You could always trade him in for a newer model” I start, her eyes cutting to mine with suspicion “I happen to know a certain blonde Townes guy with some killer dimples who wouldn’t mind warming you bed…”
“Sebastian?! He’s just so… cheesy” she exclaims, scrunching her nose.
Even when Sebastian is being corny I always have found it endearing, in the mangy puppy sort of way.
“He may be cheesy, but I bet he goes down” I shrug, causing her to roll her eyes at me.
“Come on, let’s get to class. I’m sure we will have to find some excuse so Mr. Franklin doesn’t give us detention” she grabs my hand and hauls me off the desk, dragging me behind her.
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The rest of the day, and the rest of the week went about the same. Barron and I both were the center of much of the chatter in school. It didn’t faze me to be the center of discussions and gossip, it was something I had grown used to dating Weston.
My mother had not sent one text since Weston had replaced my phone which was surprising, and concerning. Linda was not the type of person to just let shit go, especially when it came to her money and status.
I spent the week with Barron and Breanne, for the most part. Breanne had made the cheer squad so she would generally drive me home from practice seeing as Barron was still suspended from football. He had been disappearing in the afternoons for a few hours at a time, which wasn’t too concerning because he would usually be home when we got there if not shortly after.
On Friday afternoon, I had made plans to go to the youth center so that I could help the art class finish their banners for the game on Saturday. I skipped out on cheer, leaving Maisie in charge. Barron was finally allowed back to practice but with strict instruction for him and Wes to avoid each other. Coach had threatened to remove both of them for the season if they didn’t act right. He had groaned when I told him I was going to the center, wanting to go with me but not being able to because of practice. I promised him I would take pictures and if he got done early enough we could FaceTime the kids so they could all say hey.
Sigh. The guy is perfection.
Walking into the youth center I was greeted by Mrs. Mae sitting behind the reception desk. She gave me a wide smile and waved me to her. At eighty-four years old, you would think that she would be more feeble than she was. She had more energy and spunk than most women did at forty.
“Oh baby girl, you sure did get yourself a keeper” she exclaims, grabbing my hand and patting it.
“Mae have you been keeping a flask in the desk again?” I ask, confused as to what she was talking about.
She grins, shaking her head “Naw naw girl, that boy you been seein’, the one you brought here last weekend? He’s a good egg that one.”
“Thank you… I think?” I am so confused and I am sure it’s written all over my face.
“Skylar, hey!” We’re interrupted by the boys’ football coach who jogs up to the desk.
“Hey Coach Craig, I’m excited about tomorrow’s game” I say, smiling as he leans against the counter.
“Yeah, me too. The kids are thrilled and with Barron coming to the game even more so” he says.
“I’m glad they’re excited, I know B is too. He wanted to come today but he had practice” I shrug my shoulders.
“Well, he has been here enough this week. It’s ok for him to take a day off” Coach Craig says, making my eyebrows furrow in confusion.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Barron’s been here this week?” I ask, taking my bottom lip between my teeth.
Coach nods “Sure has, he mowed and repainted the lines on the field. He repainted the goal posts… he even brought a few people with him and they cleaned and painted the locker room.”
I feel like my jaw literally hit the floor, but I know it didn’t. I stand there, my mouth opening and closing with the words I can’t form.
“I had no idea…” I said, shaking my head.
“Like I said, baby girl. You got yourself a good one” Mrs. Mae beams again, sitting back in her office chair and answering the telephone that had been ringing.
“I can’t even begin to tell you how thankful we are for people like Barron, it’s because of his, and your time and hard work that places like this run. These kids would have very few positive role models in their lives if it were not for centers like these” Craig says, knocking his fingers against the wood countertop.
I blush, I can’t help it.
“I think I better go get to class, I am sure the kids will be here soon” I say, waving as I walk off to the art room thinking about Barron and how in such a short amount of time I have come to care about the guy.
He has wormed his way into my heart with all of his kind gestures, some of them he doesn’t even think about.
I get to the room and begin setting up for the kids, tomorrow will be a full day and I know these little ones want to make the best banners possible to show their support for their team and center.
Chapter 29
Barron
The door to my room opens and Skylar walks in, her hair is tied in a ponytail and she is still wearing her uniform.
She walks to the bed and pushes me down, climbing on my lap and straddling me. Leaning down she kisses me, hard. Taking control when her tongue pushes into my mouth, causing me to moan against her.
“What was that for?” I ask when she pulls back and looks down at me.
“Coach Craig stopped me today and told me how appreciative they were for my boyfriend who, apparently, has been at the youth center multiple times this week helping out…”
“I like it there. I like the kids and I know they could use the extra help” I shrug. It isn’t a big deal, hence why I didn’t tell her my plans.
“You’re amazing” she says, leaning down to kiss me again.
I slide my hands up the back of her thighs, cupping her ass under her skirt.
“As much as I would love to fool around, I need a shower. I am pretty sure I have paint in my hair” she says, looking up at her blonde locks like she could see if she did.
I chuckle against her when I notice the orange and blue paint
on the top of her head.
Leaning up I stand, picking her up as I do. Her legs instinctively wrap around my waist as I start walking towards the bathroom “Well, we can do both at once” I smirk.
“I like that idea” she said, leaning forward and trailing her lips across the front of my neck. I can feel my cock instantly turn hard the moment her lips meet my skin.
I don’t even set her down as I reach in and turn on the shower, letting the spray warm. Setting her on the countertop I stand between her legs, removing her academy blazer and tossing it on the floor. I lean down and trail my tongue down her neck, causing her to moan. Slowly I unbutton her shirt, pulling it off of her shoulders once it is completely undone and sending it to the floor with her blazer.
“This has to be every red-blooded male’s fantasy” I say, looking down at her. She is still wearing her white lace bra and her uniform plaid skirt.
“Well, I only want to be one red-blooded male’s fantasy” she runs her hands from my shoulders down my bare chest. I had already taken a shower after practice but I will sure as shit do it again if it means I get her naked.
Sliding my hands up the inside of her thighs I reach between us and pull her panties to the side, slipping my finger between her folds.
Fuck she is soaked.
I swirl my finger around her clit causing her breath to hitch in her throat.
Reaching behind her, Skylar undoes the clasp on her bra letting it fall down her arms. She tosses it on the floor before scooting off the counter. She undoes the zipper on her skirt and drops it, then slides her panties down as well. She pulls the hair tie from her hair, the blonde waves falling to her shoulders.
I stand back, looking at the beauty that is Skylar Santora standing before me. Her perfect handful tits, and small dark pink nipples which are already hard and ready for my mouth. Her flat stomach from years of cheerleading, and her bare pussy that I know is soaked for me.
Reaching into my sweat pants I grab my hard cock and give it a few strokes, groaning as I see her watching.