Breaking Rules

by S. B. Alexander

  Principal Flynn was ushering Montana into the empty chemistry lab. I didn’t have chemistry this year. But the rumor was that the lab accident hadn’t done too much damage. Mainly, a small fire had ruined a lab bench, although I didn’t see any signs of damage.

  “Montana, I understand from your school records that you have a talent for artwork, where you defaced a gym at your last school. Is that true?”

  Montana clung to her book bag as though it was her lifeline. “Yes, sir.”

  “And have you done anything like that at this school?” Principal Flynn asked.

  Her eyes never wavered from his. “No, sir.”

  He studied her with his hands in his pants pockets. “You realize that graffiti can warrant legal action?”

  “Has someone accused me of doing something like that?” Montana asked.

  “Not at all. But it came to my attention that you had been in the locker room earlier the day of the first football game. So I pulled your records.”

  “I was down in the area talking with Coach Holmes,” she said.

  “Did you see anyone other than the football team?” Principal Flynn asked.

  “No,” she said.

  “Very well,” he said. “You both can go.”

  She rushed out as though she couldn’t breathe.

  “Mr. Everly, good luck at the game tomorrow night,” Flynn said.

  I nodded as I hurried to catch up with Montana. We didn’t speak until we were standing next to my Hummer.

  “Oh my God,” she blurted out. “I knew he would check my records.”

  I guided her chin up. “You didn’t do it. So let it go.” I nibbled on her bottom lip. “We got other things to discuss before we get to my house. My mom’s going to ask if we’re going to the debutante ball together. Do you want to be my date?” I had refused to attend, but that was before Montana.

  Her mouth opened slightly before her delicious lips curled upward. “Why, sir,” she said in a sweet Southern accent. “I do believe I would love to.” She flicked her hair over her shoulder then held out her hand like a lady would do when waiting for a gentleman to kiss the back of it.

  I placed my palm under hers, bent over slightly, and kissed her hand. “Thank you, madam. It will be my honor to escort such a lovely woman to the ball.” Then I pulled her to me and crushed my mouth to hers.

  For the moment, nothing else mattered but kissing her.

  Chapter Nineteen

  MONTANA

  Three weeks had come and gone since Train and I had had dinner with his mom and Principal Flynn had questioned me about the graffiti. The subject had all but died. Even Nina hadn’t followed through on her idle threats that she would make my life hell or get Train back, which wasn’t a surprise to me. Girls like Nina were all talk. And for now, I had other things to worry about, like the upcoming ball that was two Saturdays from today.

  My stomach rumbled with giddiness and nerves as Mom and I shopped for dresses. She’d taken a breather from writing and kept her promise that we would spend the day together. The city was bustling with tourists and locals. I couldn’t remember the last time Mom and I had hung out on a Saturday afternoon. I did have to work at five for a couple of hours. Train had plans with his dad and the football coach for USC.

  Mom had found her a simple black-and-white dress that fell to her ankles with a slit that traveled up to just below the knee on one side. She was checking a rack in the small dress shop, while I ducked into a dressing room with an A-line floor-length princess-style dress. I shucked my clothes and stepped into the garment, then I walked out to show Mom.

  “What do you think of this one?” I twirled around, holding the lace fabric that fell over the satin skirt.

  She covered her hand over her mouth as her eyes watered. “Face the mirror.”

  I turned and smiled. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

  “You’re beautiful. I love the lacy long sleeves and how the bodice sits well off your shoulder. You can use grandma’s pearls.”

  Aw. I teared up. I missed my grandma. She died when I was in the seventh grade. She used to watch me when Mom traveled to promote her books.

  “Do you think Train will like it?” I asked.

  She grasped my shoulders from behind as we locked eyes in the mirror. “Of course he will. And I love burgundy on you. It makes your blue eyes pop.”

  I held my stomach. “Oh God. I’m suddenly nervous.” The hottest guy in school was taking me to a big shindig. I’d never been to a dance, let alone a ball.

  “Have you two not had sex yet? Is that what makes you nervous?” she asked as though she were my best friend and not my mom. We had an open mother-daughter relationship. She knew I wasn’t a virgin, and she’d made sure I was on the pill.

  “We haven’t.” Not that we didn’t want to. We’d been busy with school, his football, and my job. Plus, anytime we’d been at his house or mine, our moms had been home. Even though my mom was cool with me having sex, I didn’t feel comfortable getting naked with Train in my room. “But that’s not it. I’ve never been to a dance. And things have been going so well between Train and me that I feel like I might lose my glass slipper like Cinderella.” I didn’t think Train would ever go back to Nina, but weird things did happen in the world.

  She spun me to face her. “Stop worrying that the bottom will fall out. Besides, Train is head over heels for you. I see how he looks at you when you two are together.”

  I knew he liked me a lot, and the feeling was mutual. Maybe that was the reason for my nerves. I liked him too much.

  “Let’s get that dress,” Mom said, “then grab a quick bite before you have to work.”

  My stomach settled, and the nerves were gone by the time we paid for the dress and found a restaurant that served good seafood. At fifteen minutes to five, Mom dropped me off at the art gallery. After we said our good-byes, she drove away. I was about to go in, when Train sauntered up with a huge grin on his face. He was dressed in a crisp white shirt and brown pants.

  Whoa! The butterflies in my stomach took flight as I whistled. “Who are you? And what have you done with my boyfriend?” He looked good in nothing, in swim trunks, and in jeans and his wild-saying T-shirts. But dress pants and a dress shirt? Heat shot down my belly. His hair was even slicked back and tucked behind his ears, highlighting his clean-shaven jaw.

  He grabbed my hand and ushered me around the building to a small alley that was surprisingly clean. Before I could say a word, his tongue was in my mouth. I melted into him, my hands sliding around his waist to his butt, which was tight and toned.

  He broke the kiss, dragging his lips along my jaw to my ear. “I had to see you before dinner.”

  “Are you addicted to me?” I teased.

  He eased back. “I’m crazy for these luscious and delicious lips.” He pressed his fingers to my mouth. “I’m definitely addicted to these babies.” He cupped one of my breasts. “And I would love to dive into this.” His hand slid down to my lady parts. “My mom went up to my aunt’s house in Myrtle Beach for the night.” He pressed his body against mine.

  “You mean you want to play with my jumanji?”

  He shrugged. “Okay. But more than play.”

  Heat rose up to burn my cheeks. “Really?” Suddenly, a wild tap dance broke out in my stomach, a mix of nerves and excitement. I hadn’t had sex in over a year, but it wasn’t so much the thought of sex as it was the boy in front of me who brought out the butterflies. Taking our relationship to the next level could make me fall head over heels for Train, and that alone scared me. “I get off at eight.”

  He waggled his eyebrows. “Then again at nine, ten.”

  I rolled my eyes, and my belly rolled too. “Right now, I have to work.”

  He had a permanent grin on his face as he escorted me to the entrance of the art gallery. We made plans for him to pick me up later since my mom had the car. Then he gave me a chaste kiss good-bye.

  By nine that night, I was walking into Train’
s bedroom at his house on the golf course. Unlike his room at the beach house, this one had more than a bed. A desk with a high-backed chair sat under a shutter-covered window. A dresser lined the wall opposite the bed, and the walls were covered with posters. One in particular caught my eye. The poster was of a girl wearing a parka with a furry hood, and her long blond hair was windblown around her face.

  “Who’s the girl?” Please don’t say you have another former girlfriend. Otherwise, I was out.

  He turned on the stereo that sat on top of his dresser. “Skylar Grey. She was at the Music Farm a few weeks back.”

  That was the weekend my mom dumped me. “I’ve never heard of her.”

  He sat on the edge of his bed. “She kind of looks like you, although she’s older.”

  I studied the poster. I didn’t see the resemblance, not in that one, but the poster next to it had another photo of her. She did have striking eyes, but I couldn’t tell if they were blue or green. No matter. The girl was pretty with the way she had her braid draped down her chest.

  “Montana,” Train said in a soft, raspy voice.

  I swung my attention to the bare-chested quarterback. “When did you take off your shirt?” I licked my lips, and Skylar became a distant memory.

  He closed the distance between us. “Do I detect nervousness?” He tipped up my chin with his fingers. “You sure have different sides to you.” He leaned down, his breath tickling my neck. “Rather sexy to see you a little apprehensive.”

  It wasn’t that I was apprehensive. I also wasn’t all talk, either. I wanted Train badly. We’d practiced enough foreplay that the Guinness Book of World Records would have been impressed. I knew myself. I knew going all the way would take our relationship to a deeper level, and I was afraid. I was afraid of him, of us, and of heartbreak, which was why I hadn’t pushed to do more than just grope each other. Above all else, I had to make sure he didn’t want to rekindle his relationship with Nina. Ninety-nine percent of me believed he had no desire to return to his ex, but that one percent shone brightly.

  “Montana,” he whispered in my ear. “Where are you?”

  I blinked as I swallowed the dryness in my throat. “I need to ask you something.” I shrugged away from him and went to sit on his messy bed.

  “Since when do you have a serious face?”

  I was probably about to screw up the night and the fun we were supposed to have, but I had to know. “We have a great time together. You’re yin to my yang. You get me. You don’t mind that I’m wacky or bold or say or do stupid things. And I think I know the answer to this, but I don’t want to assume. Do you still have feelings for Nina?” I held my breath.

  His brows furrowed. “For real?”

  Silence thickened the air.

  Train wrenched a hand through his brown locks as he squatted down in front of me. “I can’t stop thinking about you. When I’m not with you. When I am with you. In the shower in the mornings.” He plastered on an impish grin. “At dinner earlier tonight, I couldn’t tell you what half the conversation was about. I hardly heard a word. All I kept thinking about was you.”

  “That’s because you knew you would play with my jumanji tonight.”

  His hands coasted up my thighs. “Maybe that and I love spending time with you. But we don’t have to bone if you don’t want to. We can make out until our lips are red and raw and my balls are blue.”

  I busted out laughing.

  He started to crawl up, causing me to lie back. “I have no feelings for my ex.”

  I believed him. And at some point in my life, I had to take a chance with my heart even if it meant letting him in in a tiny way.

  I planted a hand on his super-sculpted chest. “Not so fast. I want you to do a striptease like you did at the beach house.”

  He chuckled. “Only if we replay that entire scene.” He dragged my hand down to his hard-on.

  Even though I’d had quite a bit to drink that night, I hadn’t forgotten what I’d done or how I’d enjoyed having my mouth around his penis. “You’ve got to strip first.”

  He jumped off me and went over to his stereo behind me. Within a second, a slow and sexy song filled the room. “In case you haven’t heard her music, this is ‘Come up for Air,’ by Skylar.” He helped me off the bed. “Dance with me.”

  “Wait. I thought we were—”

  He touched my lips with his finger. “Shh.”

  He wrapped one arm around me and put his hand on the small of my back, then he crooked his elbow so his other hand was in the air, waiting on mine.

  I pressed my palm to his.

  “We’ll have to dance at the ball, so call this practice.” He gently guided me to him as he rested his chin against the side of my head.

  On the first day of school, he’d said he didn’t dance, but he was quite the dancer. Then again, I guessed he had to be if he attended the debutante ball every year.

  We swayed to the music, me following his lead. After a minute, he twirled me around, and I couldn’t help but feel like Cinderella. Then he let go of me, and one side of his mouth ticked up as he started unbuckling his belt.

  My heart kicked into gear. Hell, it was already sprinting. It had been since I’d walked into his room. One minute, I was shaking; the next, laughing; the next, falling for this boy who was making my heart soar.

  I clapped and giggled as I watched in awe of how he was swaying his hips, slowly pushing his pants down. I went up to him and helped him wiggle out of his clothes. Then, as the song was hitting a crescendo, we began taking off my clothes. When the song ended, we were both completely naked, feeling each other. I traced dips and valleys on his chest and abs before I had my hand around his silky, warm erection. But I lost my grip when he bent over to suck one of my nipples into his mouth. I arched into him, running my hands through his soft locks. Then he kissed his way down my stomach, while his expert fingers coasted along my butt and my legs. When his mouth was oh so close to my lady parts, he peered up at me, his eyes full of arousal as they held me prisoner.

  My breathing grew shallow, my stomach fluttering with anticipation. I nodded as I moistened my lips.

  He continued kissing until his tongue snaked out and licked my clit. I opened my stance, and he licked again as I held on to his head. My legs shook as my belly twisted into a glorious knot. I moaned as he drew me to the edge until my moans became one loud scream. He kissed his way back up my body, while I tried to slow my breathing.

  He stopped to tease and play with my nipples before he raised his head and sucked in my bottom lip. “Are you okay?”

  “Don’t let go of me, or I might collapse.”

  He shuffled us over to the bed. “Sit.” Then he snatched a condom from the nightstand. Within seconds, he had the condom on and was hovering over me with his hands pressed into the mattress on either side of my head. Without warning, he pushed inside me. “Oh fuck.” He froze, briefly closing his eyes. “Are you sure you’re not a virgin?”

  “It’s been a while.” I grasped his hips. “Hold one second.” My body needed a second to accept him.

  Pain etched his handsome features as his hair fell forward. “Put those long legs around me. That might help.”

  He began to rock into me, slow and steady. I matched every thrust as we spewed noises together. I’d never had an orgasm when a boy was inside me. But Train was hitting a spot that sent shivers through my body. The more we moved together, the wetter I got, and the more he groaned, the more my belly knotted.

  He picked up his pace, both of us sweating. When he thrust into me again, I clamped down on his erection. He stiffened and grunted loudly before he said my name.

  I blew out a breath before he gave me the most beautiful smile that melted me where I lay.

  A drop of sweat hit my face as he lowered his head and kissed me. “Maybe I can go longer the second time around.”

  I did orgasm way too fast as well. “Longer, shorter, it doesn’t matter, as long as we please each other. Besides, we ca
n do it again and again.” I was turned on, just seeing how I affected him.

  “You are without a doubt my addiction. Sex or not, fast or slow, you’re amazing.”

  “Ditto.” I prayed, though, that coming down off an orgasm wasn’t clouding his judgment.

  Chapter Twenty

  TRAIN

  For October, the weather was perfect for hanging at the beach. Montana and I were surfing, or more like I was teaching her how. Her fear of not being able to see under the water had diminished since that first day I’d given her swimming lessons.

  “Let’s go in,” she said. “My legs are tired.”

  “Get on my board. I’ll pull you in.”

  She climbed on and lay on her stomach. “I can paddle in.”

  I held on to my board. “I know, but what if I want to take care of my girl?”

  She gave me the sexiest smile as her big blues sparkled. “I would jump your bones right now if I weren’t tired, hungry, and waterlogged.”

  “We could always have a quickie before we eat.”

  “You have to catch me first,” she teased as she paddled in, the waves pushing her closer and faster toward the shore.

  I swam in behind my beautiful girl. We’d become inseparable since we had sex two weeks ago. The first time with Montana had been fucking amazing. After our first round, we’d gone three more before she had to go home. I’d loosened up, and she had as well. We’d taken turns exploring each other, and each orgasm seemed more powerful than the last. I didn’t know why or what that meant. All I knew was sex had turned into slow and mind-blowing lovemaking that I didn’t want to end.

  Montana was relaxing on my board at shore with her front facing the sun when I got to shore. I hovered over her, wanting nothing more than to get naked, but our friends were lounging up near my beach house. I’d invited Austin, Reagan, Elvira, and Lou out to spend the day.