by Caitlyn Dare
"Yes, Conner. Yes," she cries, her back arching as her head falls back in pleasure.
I up the pressure on her clit, circling it and sucking it into my mouth.
My cock aches with the need for another release, so instead of touching her, I wrap my fist around my length and bring us both to climax together.
It's not as incredible as being buried deep inside her, but fuck it's good.
Her entire body trembles as she comes down from her high. I sit back and wipe my hand across my mouth as her head comes up.
Her eyes sparkle with achievement, and her cheeks, neck and chest are red with her pleasure. Unable to resist. I reach out, wrap my hand around the back of her neck, and pull her lips to mine.
"I love you. Fuck, I love you."
I felt a little lighter after our moment in the gym, but things were far from normal despite the fact that we were a little more relaxed in each other's company.
We spent the day doing our homework and avoiding talking about the elephant in the room. I could see the questions in her eyes every time she looked at me, but thankfully, she must have decided that she'd pushed me enough for one day.
I reluctantly suggested that she head back to the dorms with Hadley once the sun started to set, knowing that I wouldn't be able to cope with another night of her being so close and not being able to do what she expects of me.
It was eating me from inside out, and the second she left, I got in my car and headed to the address Daz had sent me an hour before.
My promise to everyone that I wouldn't fight again rang out loud in my head, but I needed the release more than I needed to pacify everyone. I'd deal with them when they saw the bruises in the morning.
The fight was easier than the previous one, and my opponent wouldn't have stood a chance with me on a normal day, let alone one where I hated myself more than ever before. I was out for blood and there was no way I wasn't walking out that building with my head held high.
Thankfully, neither Jay nor Levi were there, so no one was able to snitch on me. It wasn't until I met Cole in the hallway this morning that anyone had any idea about what I got up to the night before.
His face dropped the second his eyes locked on the glowing bruise on my cheek.
"Leave it," I growled, pushing past him and out to the car.
I didn't need to hear it. I was well aware of what I was doing and that they didn't like it, but fuck them. This is my life, my issues, my fucked up head.
Thankfully, he left it, but I knew it wouldn't last forever. I could see almost as much concern in his eyes as I did in Kenny's. I fucking hated it. Hated their pity.
"I thought she was going to pounce on her," Hadley says as I walk up to where she and Remi are standing, looking out over the parking lot after school.
"What's going on?"
"Kenny and Lylah."
"Tell me she didn't," I growl.
"She didn't touch her, don't worry, caveman," Hadley says, placing her hand on my arm reassuringly. "Ah speak of the devil." I follow Hadley's gaze to find Kenny's dark stare locked on where she's touching me.
Hadley quickly removes her hand. I hate that Kenny might have an issue with Hads after what happened—or didn't—with her, Cole and me. I sure didn't have an issue with watching her with Hads on Saturday night. Just the memory of them dancing together gets my blood pumping.
I might need to have a conversation with Cole about that happening again once I've got my shit together, because damn, it was fucking smoking.
"You talking about me?" Kenny says, looking between the three of us.
"Yep, just telling your man here how you wanted to rip Lylah's eyeballs out earlier."
"Too damn right. She's a fucking..." Kenny's words trail off as the cheerleaders spill from the main entrance.
"You miss them?" Remi mutters to Hadley.
"Oh, every fucking day," she replies sarcastically.
Lylah breaks away from the group as they hover by the benches. I have no idea if she's actually planning on heading over here. I'll give her credit if she is, because I didn’t think she was stupid enough to walk up to my girl and expect not to have her ass handed to her.
"Conner." Her eyes lock with mine as dread races through me. "I thought you were the Jagger with taste," Lylah breathes, coming to stop before me and placing a hand on my chest. "I need to ask you a favor."
"The answer is no," Kenny spits, stepping forward.
"I'm sorry, I was talking to Conner."
Kenny growls, and I can't help but smile at her protective streak.
"K, it's okay," I whisper, wrapping my hand around her wrist and attempting to pull her back to me.
But she's too quick.
She pulls her arms from my grip and flies at Lylah, who screams like a little bitch, successfully turning all eyes on us.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Kennedy
“What did you say, you fucking bitch?” I’ve got a handful of Lylah’s hair as I yank her toward me. Her pained shrieks fill the parking lot as kids begin to gather around us.
“You heard me. You’re fucking trash, Kenny.” She spits my name as if it’s acid on her tongue.
“Fuck you.” I shove her hard, hoping she’ll go down, but she manages to stand her ground. “Like you’re any better, going around keying people’s cars.”
“What are you—“
But I don’t wait around to hear her excuses, getting right in her face instead. “You think I’m no good just because I don’t live in a nice house or drive a flashy car?” Anger vibrates deep inside me. “You might walk around in designer clothes with your perfect hair and make-up, but you’re just a nasty soul in a pretty package.”
“Y-you can’t say that to me.” Her lip quivers. “You’re nothing and I’m...”
“Trash?” I quirk a brow, feeling smug. I’m about to walk away. I’m about to do the right thing when she grabs me from behind and scratches her manicured nails down my arm.
I spin around and fist her crisp white school shirt. “I tried being nice. I was going to walk away and let you keep your dignity, but now I’m gonna have to teach you a lesson.”
Someone snickers off the side, and I think it’s Cole.
“You don’t have the balls,” she sneers. “My daddy is—”
Clenching a fist, I cock my arm back and throw it forward, but my body is lifted off the ground at the last second as I’m yanked away from her.
“Conner, what the hell?” I thrash against him as he throws me over his shoulder and marches off toward his car.
“Good luck with that, bro,” Cole yells after us.
“Put me down,” I hiss. “Put me down right this—” He slides me onto the hood of his car, caging me there with his big, annoyingly ripped body.
“I’ll fucking kill her,” I breathe. “I hate her. God, I hate her.”
“Babe, relax.” He nudges his nose up against mine. “She’s no one.”
“She looks at me like I’m dirt on the bottom of her shoe.” I’m not ashamed of where I come from. The Heights is my home. Sure, it hasn’t always been rainbows and roses, but it’s still my home.
My gaze drops to the ground, but Conner slides his fingers under my jaw and tilts my face back to his. “Fuck her. She doesn’t matter, K. None of them do.”
His words soften something inside me, but I’m still fuming. “The three of you make it look so easy.” Sure, they stay true to who they are, but the Bay suits them.
I’m not sure I’ll ever belong here.
“Where’s all this coming from? My Kenny wouldn’t cower to those shallow bitches.”
“Hey, I wasn’t cowering.” I glower at him. “If you’d have let me at her, I would have made a pretty little mess of her face.”
He curves his hand around my neck and leans in close. “My little fighter.”
I fist Conner’s shirt, letting my lips brush over his. “Maybe we should have a little one on one. Just the two of us.” I lift a brow, watchi
ng eagerly as his pupils dilate.
“Fuck, K, you drive me insane.”
“Yeah? Prove it.”
Conner attacks my mouth with hot, wet kisses. His tongue wraps around mine as he possesses me with nothing more than his lips and his hand on the back of my neck.
Someone wolf whistles and he cusses against my smile. “Come on,” he rasps. “Let’s get out of here.”
Conner picks me up and carries me to the door, yanking it open and sliding me inside. Excitement zips through me. I don’t know if it’s the adrenaline from going head to head with Lylah or the endorphins from Conner’s possessive kiss, but I feel giddy.
I feel like this is it.
This is the moment we finally lay our ghosts to rest and move forward.
Conner climbs inside the car and grips my hand in his, heat zinging between us.
“Yours or mine?” His voice is thick with lust.
“Mine, it’s closer.” Not that he’s supposed to keep sneaking in and out, but we’ll figure out something.
Conner takes the road around the perimeter of campus, cussing when my building comes into view. Security is outside with Principal Vager.
“Fuck,” I bark, sinking back against the chair.
“Wait,” Conner’s eyes twinkle with mischief, “I have an idea.” He does a U turn and takes the smaller road cutting through the trees flanking the campus perimeter.
The car rolls to a stop.
“What is this place?” I ask, glancing up at the leafy canopy. There's a gate up ahead, wrapped in heavy duty chain links secured with a padlock.
“An old access road, I guess. Come here.” Conner shoves his chair back as far as it will go and pulls me onto his lap. My legs fall on either side of him, my skirt riding up my thighs.
“Jesus, you’re beautiful.” He scoops my hair off one shoulder and pushes my blazer off before popping the buttons on my shirt.
“Here?” I raise a brow, desire swirling in my stomach like a firestorm.
“It’s just you and me, babe.” He leans forward, dipping his tongue between my cleavage and up over the curve of my breasts. “You have no fucking idea how many nights I’ve dreamed of this.”
My hands slide to his cheeks, holding him there. “Conner,” I whisper.
“Yeah, babe?”
“Make me feel good.” My voice cracks with need. “Make it so the only thing I can think about is you.”
Hesitation flickers in his eyes, and, for a second, my stomach sinks. If he rejects me now, I don’t know what I’ll do.
But my worries all melt away when he gathers my hair in one of his big hands and guides my face to his, capturing my lips in a bruising kiss. Conner doesn’t just kiss me, he explores my mouth like he’s plundering the ocean. Deep, erotic licks. My hips rock gently, desperate for some friction where I need him most. I can feel him, hard and ready, and the thought of having him inside me again makes me shiver with anticipation.
“Look at you,” he drawls, staring at me with hooded eyes.
My hand fumbles to the side, locating the recline lever, and Conner falls backward a little. “That’s better.” I smirk.
I finish unbuttoning my shirt until the flat of my stomach is exposed. Conner watches with fascination as I touch myself, running my fingers over my cool skin. Leaning back against the steering wheel a little, I dip my hand under my skirt and slide my fingers into my damp panties.
“Don’t you want to know how I feel?”
I’m daring him.
Pushing him to the brink.
But I can’t stop.
I need this.
We need this.
“Kenny,” he warns, his voice laced with pain.
“I want it, Conner. I want to feel your fingers inside me. Reaching for his hand, I guide it to where I need him most.
He sucks in a harsh breath when I hook my panties aside, letting the tips of his fingers meet my wet folds.
“Fuck, K, you’re soaked.”
“Only ever for you, Conner.”
He touches me, hesitantly at first, dipping one finger just inside me. It feels like heaven, and it’s not nearly enough.
“More.” I clench, trying to pull his digit inside me.
“Such a greedy girl,” he taunts, rubbing his knuckles over my clit.
“Oh God,” I hiss, my head rolling back as a burst of pleasure shocks me.
“You want my fingers, K?”
Lips pressed together, I nod.
“You going to come for me like a good girl?”
Another nod.
Every hair on my body is electrified, my heart pounding in my chest. He’s teasing me. Tormenting me. He’s pushing me to the edge of insanity.
“Conner,” I beg.
He slides one finger inside me to the knuckle and just holds it there. “You want more?”
“Y-yeah.”
My skin is hot, and I feel like I’m burning up. I roll my hips, impaling myself on his thick digit.
Conner’s eyes are transfixed on my pussy, at the place where his finger disappears. He slowly works two more inside me, filling me so full my breath catches. Swiping his thumb over my clit, my breathy moans fill his car.
“That’s it, my greedy girl. Ride my fingers. Show me how you like it.”
And I do.
I rock backward and forward, over and over, lost to the sensations flowing through me.
My hand snakes out, finding his cock, and I palm him roughly. “Shit, K.”
“Put it inside me, Conner. Give us what we both need.” I sound drugged, high on sex chemicals.
“Fuck,” he rasps as I squeeze him again. “Yeah, okay. Okay.”
Sweet relief flows through my body. I pull myself off his fingers, diving for his jeans. Between us we get the buttons undone in record time. Conner lifts his ass up slightly so I can free his glistening cock. Taking him in my hand, I pump him a couple of times before rising up on my knees.
“Wait.” He freezes. “Let me. Lean back again.”
My brows furrow but I obey. I’ll do anything if it means he rewards me with the one thing I want most.
Conner jacks himself a couple of times before guiding himself to my slick pussy. But he doesn’t push inside me. Instead, he glides the head along my slit. Up and down, back and forth.
It feels divine, so dirty and right.
“Oh God, yes,” I cry when he circles my clit. “It feels so good, Con.” So fucking good. “Just me and you, yeah?”
I watch him, concentration etched into the lines of his face as he nods. He’s fighting some mental war, I see it in his eyes. But at the same time, he’s hungry for more.
Hungry for me.
“I want it, Conner,” I urge him. “I want to feel you inside me.”
“Shit, K, yeah. Just let me...” He takes a deep breath, slowly pressing his cock against me. He doesn’t push inside, just stays there.
My body is paralyzed. I can’t breathe. I don’t want to break whatever spell he’s under. He needs this. Conner needs to be one hundred and ten percent in control.
My core throbs, desperate to feel him. But he doesn’t move.
“Conner?” I ask, silently praying he can see this through.
“Just give me a minute.” He breathes out through his nose, letting the tip slowly sink inside me.
A whimper of relief spills from my lips, but it’s drowned out by the sound of his fist against the car window.
“Fuck,” he yells. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
I grab my shirt and blazer and slink off his lap, curling myself into a ball on his chair.
“It’s okay,” I say softly.
“It’s not okay. Nothing about any of this is okay. He raped you. He fucking raped you, and every time I try to...”
“This was a mistake.” The words gut me, but I realize it’s the truth. I just didn’t want to believe it.
Conner isn’t ready.
Maybe he’ll never be ready.
“Let’s just go to
yours.” I try to disguise the heartache in my voice. “We can watch a movie or something?”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. I’ll take you back to the dorms.” He doesn’t look at me as he adjusts his clothing and seat and starts backing out of the concealed road.
“Conner, please...” I lay my hand on his, but he knocks it off.
“Just don’t, Kennedy.” He sounds so defeated. “Just don’t.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Conner
The second Kenny's feet are on the ground, I floor the accelerator. She barely has time to close the door. I don't look in my mirror as I fly out of the parking lot. I can't. I can't see the look of disappointment, of pity, that I know is going to be on her face.
"Fuuuuuuck," I scream, my palm slamming down on the wheel.
Why can't I get fucking past this? Why can't I just be the man she needs?
Emotion clogs my throat as anger swirls around me like a thick fog.
I don't have a destination in mind. I just drive, hoping that at some point my need to go and rip someone's skin from their bones starts to fade. I know it won't matter even if I did that, because it would be some innocent guy I got my hands on, someone who doesn't deserve the wrath for what that cunt did to my girl.
I'm hardly surprised when I pull into our old trailer park right as the sun is beginning to set. It's the first time I register what the time is and just how long I've been driving for.
My fingers are wrapped around the wheel so tightly that they actually ache when I kill the engine and let go.
The spot where our old home used to be still sits empty, although there does seem to be the remains of a bonfire in the middle of the concrete slab. But that’s not what captures my attention.
It’s the Kravens’ trailer.
The lights are on, and eager anticipation floods me. Maybe my luck is about to change.
Without thinking of the consequences, I throw my car door open and march toward it. Music seeps out through the thin walls, and, when I twist the handle, it opens easily.
A cloud of smoke hits me the second I pull it open. It's a mix of cigarette smoke and weed, the latter making my mouth water for a hit. I could really fucking do with that right now.