by Bowie, Emily
“No one will ever keep us apart.” My hands fiddle with his buckle but he removes them, undoing his belt much faster than I could ever have.
We manage to each get our own pants off and find ourselves in the middle of the room, our bodies fueling a fire between us, each touch igniting our desires.
When his fingers plunge into my wet sex, the tension I had been holding releases, my body taking control once again. He’s able to play my body like a delicate harp, each pluck lighting up another part of my body.
My hands wander down, feeling his hard, thick length with my fingertips before I grasp it firmly in my hand.
Our kisses muffle all of our sounds. With each of us working faster to get the other person off.
When Luke’s lips leave mine they feel swollen and tingle, but he leaves no time for me to pout as they once again find my neck, the sensation driving me crazy. “I want you to watch us,” he grunts out between nips and kisses to my neck.
Holding my hands, he moves them so they are placed onto my short dresser, its mirror staring right at us.
I look at my flushed cheeks, wisps of hair framing my face, then my perky tits with their hard pink nipples, ones I hope he plans on playing with.
I hear the sound of the condom wrapper being ripped open and then his face is in my view, right next to mine.
“I want you to see how pretty you are when you come on my cock.” His hand rubs around my bum cheeks before he thrusts into me. It has me going up onto my tiptoes as my body acclimates to his size. I feel his cock pressing tight against my walls. Slowly, he allows his cock to move almost all of the way out before he thrusts back into me. This time he glides right in, pressing the back of my walls and hitting the perfect angles.
His hands never leave the tops of mine as we stare at the other’s reflection. Each thrust increases the sensations in my body. I am fascinated with how lustful he looks, like he would eat me up and spit out ten of my orgasms.
Taking my left hand, he places it on my breast, working my fingers with his against my nipple while the other hand drives down, pressing at my clit.
He works my hands so that I don’t have to think about the motions. It feels erotic, turning me on even more.
The sensations are mind-numbing and all I want to do is chase the orgasm that’s building. With each of his thrusts I press back against him, deepening each thrust, pressing against the perfect spot.
“Yes,” I moan out, feeling myself climb to my favorite place to be with him.
I can barely keep my eyes open, they flicker open and close, and I try to watch Luke come with me.
The pad of his thumb strokes my pink nub faster, his fingers working mine like a puppet.
Then I’m screaming out his name, my eyes opening wide as euphoria hits me. Luke thrusts in a few times more before I see the duplicate expression on his face.
Luke’s fingers tenderly brush the loose hairs from my face, both of us catching our breaths. I’m not ready for our bodies to separate. Slowly he begins to pull out of me, each inch making me miss the connection.
Turning my body, I watch as he ties the condom off and walks over to place it into the pocket of his jeans that lay scattered on the floor. I can feel my face scrunch up in questioning as I enjoy my view.
He only smirks. “Would you like me to leave it in your family bathroom?” He even winks at me, causing me to laugh and shake my head.
“Lie down with me?” I ask, already going to my bed, snuggling under the covers.
Our bodies are snug under the blankets, living in the perfect world we have created. “I love you,” he tells me, and I’m pretty sure I will never get tired of hearing those words.
“I love you, too,” I tell him back with a smile so big it hurts my face. Nothing but us matter in this moment. But like all of these moments, they are stolen away.
Three bangs on my door have us startling. “Shay, we need to talk.” Kellen’s voice booms in the hall, causing Luke and I to scramble. We are both naked under my sheets. No one was to be home until after dark.
I have never seen Luke jump up so fast before in my life. He’s hopping on one leg, trying to put his boxers on as fast as he can, knowing that his life is in danger if Kellen opens that door.
Reaching over, I try to find my panties and T-shirt, hoping to put them on under the covers while Luke puts his pants on. He has his shirt in one hand while the other hand holds himself up on the window just when Kellen storms in.
He takes in the scene in front of him and I know this cannot be good for anyone.
I wiggle into my underwear and toss on my T-shirt before jumping out of bed.
“Kellen, get out of my room!” I yell out. Pulling on Kellen’s arm, I try to separate the boys by steering him toward my door. With one tiny but stern shake, Kellen has managed to break free from my death grip by me losing my balance and falling to the floor.
“You son of a bitch!” Kellen roars while Luke is in mid lunge, his right hook nicking Kellen in the face as he’s yelling. I watch as the two most important people to me wrestle on the ground, punching each other wherever they can find an opening.
“Stop!” I’m hysterical, hating the scene in front of me. Each of my yelling words go unnoticed before I’m back trying to pull them apart once again. This time when Kellen moves up to miss Luke’s fist I’m knocked backwards once again, hitting the side of my bed.
“Don’t you fucking touch her!” Luke says with his teeth grinding against each other.
“So you think fucking my sister is going to make people see you in a different light?”
Luke stops dead in his tracks, his chest heaving. “Shay is special, don’t make this something it isn’t.” Another punch lands on Luke.
Kellen puffs out a breath as his hurtful words continue. “You won’t stick around her long enough to change this town’s mind about you, Rogers. And you just lost a friend doing it. You are a piece of shit. And you will never be good enough for Shay.”
Kellen gets up, breathless, as Luke slowly stands straighter, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Kellen’s eyes pin me, sizing Luke and I up. “I thought you were smarter than this, Shay.”
“I don’t need protection from Luke,” I tell him quietly.
Shaking his head, he stomps over to where I am sitting on the bed, pointing his finger at me. “That is my job, baby sister. I will never stop protecting you.” He walks out, slamming his fist into the wall by my door, crashing the drywall with his knuckles.
“You have one minute to leave this house before I get my shotgun,” he tells Luke over his shoulder.
I look at Luke who gives me a chaste peck on the cheek. “Sorry, I will make this better. I promise,” he tells me, before running downstairs and out the front door, never turning back.
I hear a shotgun echo in the yard and race out to see Kellen with his gun and Luke’s truck bouncing down the road still in one piece.
I want to pull out my hair, not knowing how else to control my frustrations with Kellen. I begin to yell at him. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
Kellen is still holding his gun tightly, his fingers looking like they have fused onto the metal. His forehead is wrinkled up, perspiration lightly coating his brows.
“Luke is not boyfriend material, Shay. There’s a reason why he doesn’t do girlfriends,” he erupts, making my blood boil with anger.
“Are you listening to yourself? I don’t even know who you are anymore.” I shake my head. “You are never around. You street race and fight regularly. Are you on drugs?” The man standing in front of me is no longer the one I grew up with.
His grip is still securely on the rifle but he places it downward as he walks toward me, closing the gap.
“Don’t pretend you care now. You took every advantage of me not being around to finally land Luke.” They way he looks me up and down with disgust has me going over the edge. My hand flies up, smacking him across the face. I can feel my tears run
down my cheeks, devastated by his words. He wanted to hurt me and he succeeded.
“We have always had each other’s backs,” I choke out, my words fighting to stay locked inside.
“I’m in too deep for anyone to save me now,” he tells me. “My hope was stolen when I was kicked off that team. I’m just in it for the ride now. That’s what happens when your goals are stripped away from you.”
My tears fall down, and I don’t bother to try to wipe them away. “Tell me what is happening with you right now,” I beg, wanting to understand him.
“Just enjoying my youth. You have your own problems to deal with. No sense in making you cry any more, LS.”
CHAPTER 27
“So this is all yours, huh?” It’s not a question but she says it in awe. I watch as her feet dangle off the hay as we sit out in the field looking over the ranch.
I need to tell her I can’t go to college with her but every time I try to bring it up I just can’t get myself to spit out the words. I can’t help but feel it’s the elephant in the room. There are tensions between us that were never there before.
“School’s out in just a few weeks now,” she states, and it’s my perfect opportunity to say something. “Apparently, my folks already picked out a place for me.”
I look over to her, relief laced with anger, when I know my feelings aren’t rational. It’s not like I could do any of that now. It still hurts knowing that we were to live together or do the co-ed dorm thing and it’s no longer possible. I really hate letting her down. Hearing she already has a place makes this a little easier on me, I suppose.
I swing her feet onto my lap and slip off one of her sandals. “We need to talk.” I start massaging her foot, unable to look at her.
“This sounds serious.” Her body turns toward me fully.
Taking a few deep breaths in, I fight for the words to come out. “I can’t go to college anymore.”
Slowly, I lift my eyes up and see her nod. I can’t read her expression and she’s not saying anything. It’s rather unnerving. I’m not typically vulnerable and I hate that I feel this way with her.
“I want to make us the love story that this town talks about for years…” My words trail off with me lost on what else to say. Someday I want to change her last name to mine. I want us to conquer the world together. But I don’t know how we will make it work or if she will feel the same way now. I hate this feeling.
Her lips brush my cheek and she giggles. “Luke Rogers, I love you more than college,” she tells me with all honesty.
“All of our dreams are gone.”
“No. We make new dreams, better ones,” she tells me matter-of-factly. “I can help you here.” She nods her chin like it’s the greatest idea on earth. She is adorable and beautiful with her optimistic nature.
“What would your ma say about that?” I’m just trying to be realistic.
“She did it, so why can’t I?” She shrugs her shoulders, showing no sign that she doesn’t believe her words.
Turning my body I look her over, she looks so bright and self-assured. “I would never expect for you to do that for me,” I tell her, never wanting her to lose out on opportunities because of me. I also know her family. They’re not the type to be okay with this type of change.
“Do you love me?”
Her question grabs my attention.
“Like no other,” I tell her seriously.
“Then we will make this work. All we need is love.” That smirk on her face has me wanting to kiss her, truly feeling that we can make this work. If only at this point in time we truly knew how life worked. It would have been so easy for us. We would have been the two happiest people in the world if the world only contained us and our love.
Now that I finally told her, I have no idea why I was so scared. Continuing on with other people’s drama I ask, “So Brax still with Cynthia?” I haven’t heard too much about her since the championship game, which seems like years ago.
“Yep, and apparently she lost the baby.” She uses quotation marks around the word lost.
“Still don’t believe she was?”
“No, she was only doing this to trap my brother. I saw he has a ring for her. I pray that he doesn’t give it to her.”
“There is a rumor flying around about her.” I try to bring it up casually; scared she might think I’m saying this all because of Kellen hating me right now.
“Yeah, what is that now?” I watch as she rolls her eyes.
“Rumor is that the baby is, rather, was Kellen’s.”
I watch her face contour into a disgusted frown. “We know that’s not true. Kellen would never touch her.”
“It could be true.” The words fly out of my mouth before I can stop them.
She glares at me. “You think he would do that?” She acts as if I just hurt her by saying that her dearly perfect brother would do such a thing.
“Rumor is he’s fooled around with one of our teachers, too.”
“Kellen is not perfect but he would never do that to our brother.”
Putting my hands up, I’m tired of talking about Kellen. He’s been way too involved in our relationship so far. “I don’t want to fight. I just wanted to prepare you for when you heard the rumor. That’s all.” I try to smooth the water, hoping that Shay is right and she knows her brother better than I used to know my ex best friend.
CHAPTER 28
I toss and turn all night. Each turn or leg toss has my mind thinking about Luke and my conversation about Kellen. They were once best friends, how he could say that, it just isn’t sitting right. Kellen is a lot of things, but I know him. He would never do that.
Flipping onto my back, kicking the covers off from my body, I think back to when Luke told me he could no longer go to college. It was never a question if I would still go. My heart and home is where he is. I can only imagine my parents’ reaction when I tell them that I won’t be going.
I dread having that conversation; already it makes my stomach sick. I have a feeling that my parents won’t be as understanding. It takes me all day to finally build up enough courage to let my ma know my plans for the fall. I’m a coward, I do it when my father won’t be home any time soon.
It goes how I thought it would. She overreacts, making my hot headedness come out. Then I’m saying things I know I will regret, which leaves me where I am right now.
“Shay Steele, get that pretty head of yours back inside!” my ma hollers at me as I swing the front door open. My ponytail swooshes in the back as I turn my head, seeing her chasing after me down the stairs.
The sound of tires skidding on the road has me biting back a smile. Luke does a doughnut in my driveway, nearly hitting my dad’s tractor. The brakes squeal as he comes to an abrupt halt.
“Shay Steele, consider yourself grounded until you’re dead!” my ma’s words are heard slightly above Luke’s pickup truck.
“I love you!” I holler back as I jump into his truck. Luke has the pedal down before I am able to shut the door fully. My hand is out the open window giving my ma a wave as she watches me leave on the front porch while waving a cloth back and forth in her hand, still yelling at me.
I hadn’t realized me telling her I wasn’t planning on going to college was that big of a deal or I would have waited for later. Oh well, can’t change it now.
The local radio station blares out the window along with all my frustrations.
Luke grabs my hand and kisses my knuckles. “To coming home when the sun rises!”
“To not giving in to my parents,” I chime back.
Before Luke I would consider my life full of grays but he brings out the color in me. I feel alive, energized, and finally able to have fun. My parents might not attest to liking the change but I love it. I feel like this is where I am supposed to be.
The way he holds my eyes is like he is mesmerized with me. If anything, it only ignites this feeling I have for him, for us. He is it for me. I plan to marry him one day.
We
race off onto the side back roads heading toward the local rodeo. By this time a dance floor should have been moved into place and the whole town takes to line dancing and two stepping. That’s only where the fun is beginning tonight.
The orange and purple sky lights our path as we turn down the bumpy dirt field heading into the rodeo grounds. The sound of honkytonk bounces in the air, serenading all of its dancers. The air feels electric with the music and the general stomping of feet as we walk closer to the dance.
The fence around the beer gardens and dance floor has been wrapped in white Christmas lights to help with lighting. The band is speaking to the crowd to go grab another beer and find a partner for the next dancing song.
Luke grabs my hand, connecting our fingers, before he sweeps me off my feet in a full circle. His lips land on mine and he takes my breath away from me. I’m doomed; I am so in love with him.
“What’s that for?” I ask breathlessly when he finally lets my feet touch the ground.
“For just being you.”
“This is it,” I tell him as we are about to walk into the rodeo holding hands, making our grand entrance, not shying away from our relationship in front of everyone.
The sound of feet stomping to the Electric Slide line dance has my feet heading straight for the dance floor. I never let go of Luke’s hand for one moment. We stomp and slide in the same beat with the rest of the dancers, looking ridiculous holding hands, but I don’t care.
I hear a slight murmur around us, and am surprised to hear it’s about me line dancing in flip-flops and not my cowgirl boots. To my defense I only had a split second to throw something on my feet as I ran out the door.
My poor ma, I’m the cause of her gray hair. She’ll get over it when she sees how much in love Luke and I truly are.
The dance ends way too fast and another two-stepping song comes in its place. Coming off the dance floor, we head out back to the parking lot for a quick drink and some more kissing.
“Well, well,” Cynthia’s voice cuts through the air and it feels like an annoying itch going down my spine. “I see you two have made it official.” Her voice is practically purring at us, her eyes looking at us like the mouse she intends to play with. “Enjoy your night.” She sings the words, stepping away from us as she begins laughing to herself.