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by Lane Hart


  I barely suppress my groan of how good it'd feel to wrap my hand around myself to relieve the pressure...or even better wrap her hand around my cock...or her mouth. Oh yeah, I bet she's got an incredible mouth, too.

  When my eyes finally make it above the shoulders of the gorgeous jailbait responsible for making my pants embarrassingly tight, I notice she has long, silky straight blonde hair that falls in a curtain down to the center of her mostly bare back.

  And of course she makes eye contact with me at the exact same moment my hand reaches down to the front of my pants. I’m trying to make a quick crotch adjustment before one of these dads kicks my ass. Her beautiful smile widens, and yes, she has perfect pink and pouty, cock sucking lips I notice right before she heads to me.

  Oh shit!

  I'm so busted. This chick is going to call me out and Sadie will be pissed when she finds out I've been eye-fucking one of her friends. Only...the closer the sexy girl comes, the more familiar she looks.

  "Sadie?" I think I may have asked the preposterous question aloud. No fucking way.

  No.

  Fucking.

  Way.

  It can't be Sadie because this heart-stopper isn't wearing glasses and her hair is stick straight and blonde. But those big green eyes?

  Maybe Sadie has an older sister Coach never told us about. Although, upon closer inspection of her revealing dress, it is the same damn light blue as my vest.

  "Hey sweetie,” Coach calls out to her from beside me, confirming my suspicion. “You ready?"

  Sadie must have a fairy god-damn-mother who bippity-boppity-booped her ass from plain Jane to fine as fuck.

  "What the hell is wrong with you?" I turn and ask her father, apparently loud enough to make everyone in the yard look our way.

  "Excuse me?" Coach replies with a crinkled forehead.

  "You actually let her leave the front door of your house looking like that?"

  "After spending four hundred dollars on that damn dress, I didn't have much choice."

  "That's not a dress. That's...that's..." I snap my gaping mouth closed right before the words "the biggest cock tease I've ever seen" spill out.

  "A losing battle," Coach grumbles with a sigh. "Let me get my camera and I'll be right back."

  No wonder he wanted me to take Sadie to prom! Any of the other guys at the gym would be trying to bend her over right this second in front of God and everyone. Hell, I'm a virgin and I want to bend her over right now in front of God and everyone.

  I have an ironclad grip on that wasteful emotion known as lust. That shit is responsible for the prevailing downfall of most men, and as I know all too well, some women. Or at least I had a grip on it...until two minutes ago when those raging hormones I missed out on in my teenage years roared to life; angry and overcompensating for the delay. Sure, I have needs, but my hand doesn't require fancy dates or any wooing to leave me feeling satisfied whenever I have the urge. The convenience frees up my time for important shit like training.

  When Coach leaves me standing here alone with temptation personified, it turns damn uncomfortable real quick. Sadie even smells sexy tonight, all floral and shit with a hint of peaches. How does her father expect me to go twelve hours without trying to get under the thin pieces of fabric barely covering her top or bottom? I'm already plotting nefariously to do exactly that.

  And how is it possible that Sadie's body is this sexy and I've never noticed it before?

  Thinking back...it must've been the baggy, tomboy clothes she always wears, because if she had walked into the gym like this...holy fuck. My thoughts are so impure I'm probably breaking at least three laws.

  Where's Page?

  I look around the yard for my attorney sister-in-law. I need her to give me a rundown on whether or not I'll get thrown in jail just for thinking about fucking someone so young. And, yes, much to my horror, I still want to fuck her, even though I now know who she is, which is...damn upsetting.

  "So…you don't like my dress?" the temptress asks hesitantly.

  I'd like it better if it was pooling around her ankles. It's a goddamn peek-a-boo tease, from the soft swells overflowing at the top making me wonder what shade of pink her nipples are, to the hip bone being flaunted, knowing exactly what I'll find just three inches to the left, but going crazy wondering how she'd taste. Sweet like peaches and flowers? Oh hell, smack my ass and call me a naughty boy because I'm dying to fall to my knees and beg for a fucking taste.

  High school boys are selfish bastards, so I'd almost bet my balls she's never had anyone lick her pussy until she screams and convulses. Of course I've gone down on a few women over the years. As I see it, it's only fair after they suck my cock, and no, despite my name, I'm not a goddamn saint. When a woman gets on her knees a man doesn't ever refuse that shit. Just ask Bill Clinton.

  I wonder what my chances of getting my head between Sadie's legs are tonight. Sex is a staple for prom, right?

  Oh shit, I've gone off the deep end so far. I don't even know whether or not she's a virgin. How does one tactfully ask such a thing, and then if the answer is no follow it up with “Wanna fuck”? If she's a virgin...well then, unfortunately, all bets are off.

  I could still eat her out, though, right? Hell yes. I'm gonna get my tongue in that tempting pussy if it's the last thing I do.

  While I've been ogling her, she's looking at me expectantly like she's waiting for me to answer a question. What was the question? Oh, right, do I like her dress? Ha!

  Barely suppressing my groan, I bark out a laugh instead at the absurd question and force myself to look anywhere but at her, shaking my head. "That's not a dress, that's...that's a goddamn cruel and unusual torture device."

  "Oh," she says quietly, sounding disappointed.

  "Sadie, no, I didn't mean it as a criticism. I just meant me and every other man, or...boy," I amended since they’re high schoolers. "Probably like it too much. Hell, I didn't even recognize you."

  "I'd hope not," she says softly. "It took four hours of work to avoid looking like my usual dorky self."

  I was about to try and find the words to assure her she's the furthest thing from dorky as she could get when Page interrupts.

  "Okay, I want some pictures," my sister-in-law says when she approaches, phone in hand and at the ready. Here's hoping boners are like vampires and don't show up in photos.

  "Where's Jax?" I ask, attempting once again to reach down and subtly adjust myself.

  "I made him stay in the car with Xavier. He fell asleep on the way here, although it's very possible that he's in a sugar coma."

  "Oh good," I say on an exhale, relieved I won't have to hear anymore of Jax's shit.

  "You look absolutely gorgeous, Sadie," Page tells her, and I adamantly agree. Have I even told her that? "And so do the other girls, which is another reason Jax had to stay in the car. Now, you two, get closer together so I can get some pics."

  "Thank you." Sadie replies sweetly. "Could you take some with my phone, too?"

  "Sure."

  After my face hurts from smiling, the picture takers all finally call it good. Everyone else, three other couples, are already in the limo when we climb in. The damn thing is spacious with bubbly, color changing aquariums and shit. But all the other pairs have claimed their own sections, leaving us on a school bus size bench. And I'm a pretty big dude. And I end up on the right side of Sadie with my thigh against that goddamn Jessica Rabbit slit. Okay, so I just need to look anywhere else but down.

  The other three guys and girls are looking at us, or probably at Sadie. The dudes have similar black tuxes as mine, and the girls are in brightly colored dresses, not even half as flashy and revealing as Sadie's. Well, at least I won't have to worry about my wandering eyes staring at any of them. Once the driver shuts the door everyone stays quiet.

  "Are you going to introduce us, Sadie?" One of the girls in a purple dress finally asks.

  "Oh," Sadie responds. "Everyone, this is Jude Malone-"

  Cue
the chilly raindrop racing down my spine despite the fact that I'm wearing a suit and it's hot as fuck. Nah, it's probably just sweat again.

  "No shit, he's The Matrix." One of the guys laughs and the others join him. "Everyone in the state, and probably most of the people in the country, know the Malone brothers."

  "Yeah, but I'm the better looking, smarter, funnier, and less crazy one," I tell them. "Which is only fair since my brother is a badass maniac." My comment is rewarded with a few smiles and chuckles.

  "Yeah, so this is Brayden and her date Graham, Cassie and her date Ross, and Lauren and her date Sean," Sadie says, introducing me to the others.

  "How old are you?" one of the guys, Graham I think, asks.

  "I'll be twenty-two next week."

  "So you can buy us beer or harder shit?" he asks.

  "Graham!" Sadie exclaims.

  "If I wanted to get arrested I could. But sorry, man, your buzz just isn't worth getting kicked out of the cage, despite how shitty things have gone lately," I tell him.

  After that’s out of the way, individual conversations pick up and someone turns on the radio. Sadie stays silent, stiff as a poker beside me. I'm not entirely sure she's breathing.

  "You're awfully quiet. You okay?" I ask bumping her shoulder with mine. Shoulders are safe body parts, right? Unlike...about every other inch of her.

  "Yeah. Are you?" she asks, tilting her head toward me with a smile. I'm too entranced by her sparkling emerald eyes to speak. Without her glasses’ obstruction I notice for the first time that they’re actually scattered with tiny flecks of gold.

  "Yeah, I'm great," I finally say, relaxing enough to stretch my arm out on top of the seat behind her. I'm more than great, I'm ecstatic. I went from dreading this night to almost busting a nut with anticipation of what may or may not happen. If she shows even the slightest hint of interest in getting naked with me, I'm gonna pounce all over that shit. But first, I probably need to make it clear to her that I'm very, very interested.

  "I was just thinking that I'm really glad that asshole dumped you," I tell Sadie, letting my fingertips glide gently over the soft, golden locks of hair on her shoulder.

  Sadie gives a small shiver, and now I don't know if that's a good thing or not. But then she lets out a breath and relaxes her tense posture, so that she's pressed back against my arm when she says, "Me too."

  This is when I notice that the limo's turned quiet again. I worry that everyone's been watching us, but...oh jeez. Apparently the other couples are getting frisky and quickly progressing into various states of making out.

  And fuck if I don't want to maul the girl beside me, but I can't just attack her out of the blue. I need to get her to loosen up, and get her talking in order to find out if my cock will be the first one she's ever seen, touched, sucked or fucked...oh shit. I don't know which would be worse, her answer of yes or no. Thinking about her with some other dude...hell no. But I've got to stop thinking that shit altogether while I've got my dick under control for the moment.

  "So...what's your plan this summer after graduation?" I ask.

  She sighs, and smoothing her hand over her blue satin skirt, says, "Not much anymore."

  "What do you mean?"

  "Nothing."

  "Sadie's dad made her give up senior week at the beach to come to the prom tonight," the girl in the purple dress says after she breaks lip lock with her alcohol requesting prick date. Brayden maybe.

  "You had to give up a week vacation for tonight? Just one night?" I ask in confusion.

  "Ah, yeah. It's no big deal. My dad's been against the beach trip the whole time. He was just looking to find a reason to keep me home."

  "That son of a bitch," I mutter in understanding. He played me and her both to get what he wanted. "He can't do that to you. I'll talk to him."

  My comment causes a soft, sweet, tinkling giggle to bubble up out of her. "Thanks, but it won't do any good. The deal is done."

  "We'll see."

  Our limo finally comes to a stop outside of the front of a ritzy looking hotel with large fancy columns, valets in tuxes, and a multi-tier fountain. Are they trying to encourage teen pregnancy by providing these kids easy access to hotel rooms? And who should I thank for this incredibly brilliant idea?

  We all make our way inside, which is just as nice as the exterior with chandeliers and shit. Fancy- schmanzy. More pictures are taken of each couple by a professional photographer, and this time I actually rest my hand on Sadie's hip, tucking her small body against mine.

  After a few snaps of the camera, there's no other legitimate reason to keep my hands on her, so I let her go and we set out to track down the rest of the group from the limo. We find them all sitting around one of the big, decorated tables, but there are only six chairs and they're all taken. That's fine with me, since it'll mean a better chance to get Sadie talking and more comfortable around me. Except, after a few minutes, she's still quiet as her eyes flit around the room like she's looking for someone. Probably that douchebag who’d dumped her.

  Holy hell! What's with the invisible punch to my gut and the sudden clenching of my fists? Is this...jealousy? I was just sitting here wondering if Sadie was wishing she was with him instead of me and wham! It's like a damn train slammed into me. I don't know why the fuck I care, but I want to do whatever I can to make her forget him.

  "Find him yet?" I ask, causing her eyes to snap back up to mine.

  "Who?"

  "The asshole you were supposed to come with."

  Her cheeks turn red, making her even more beautiful, and she tries to hide behind the curtain of her silky hair.

  I use the back of my hand to push the strands behind her shoulder so I can see her face again. "He's going to regret the fuck out of his decision as soon as he sees you."

  Chapter Four

  Sadie

  Oh Lord. I still can't believe I'm here now, at this very moment, with Jude Malone, touching my hair while his words cause my whole body to shiver. I could get lost in his warm, dark eyes, so calming and comforting.

  "So where is he?" he asks, glancing around the room.

  "Not here yet."

  "Do you miss him?"

  "No," I answer right away, surprising myself when I realize it's the honest to God truth.

  "No?" Jude repeats, sounding skeptical.

  "Nope. I'm still pissed at him because I trusted him. I thought he actually cared about me, but...it was all just a bunch of lies and bullshit. Now he keeps saying...things about me to everyone, and there's nothing I can do about it."

  "You can try to relax and have fun. Forget that stupid bastard. Don't let him ruin your night."

  Jude is a pretty nice distraction from the pain in the ass Ryder. More than nice. In a tux he looks like he belongs on a billboard, not fighting in a cage. After crushing on him for years I only have this one night with him. The way he looks at me is...different tonight. He barely glances in my direction, but when he does, it almost seems like he wants me based on the tenting I thought I saw going on below his belt. But that's just ludicrous and my own wishful thinking.

  I look over my shoulder at Brayden sitting at the table behind us. She starts using hand signals to try and tell me something. She pushes her breasts together, and then, tongue in cheek mimes sucking a cock. Wow, she's completely nuts.

  A little flirting probably won't hurt, though. Jude doesn't have any way to leave and is far too sweet to bail on me now.

  "You look really nice in a suit," I tell him before bravely rubbing my fingertips down the center buttons of his blue vest. I feel and hear his intake of breath. Is that a good sign or a bad one?

  "Ah, thanks."

  I re-cross my legs so that the slit in the fabric spreads open, leaving both of my legs bare from my one upper thigh all the way down to my ankle. Jude shifts away, because he doesn't care or...because he's trying not to look? I need to say something to get his attention.

  "Is this anything like your prom?" I ask.

 
He shakes his head, still not looking at me, but keeping his eyes steadily in front of him on the dance floor. "I wouldn't know," he says. "I didn't go."

  "Why didn't you go to your prom?"

  "Because I was in California at Jax's third championship title fight that weekend," he says.

  "Oh."

  Jude missed his senior prom to go support his brother. His older brother who has always had the spotlight, the championship titles, the fame, the fortune, the hordes of women.

  "So, I'm sorry, but I have no idea how these things work," he says, finally facing me again to flash a hesitant or embarrassed grin. The normally courageous fighter looks almost nervous.

  "From what I've heard, there's dancing," I say, gesturing to the dark dance floor with colorful strobe lights that's starting to fill up. "Then there's a two hour break where everyone heads up to their rooms to either fuck, get drunk, or both. Last but not least, there's an early morning breakfast to gossip about what you did during the break, before going home and passing out."

  "You're kidding," he says seriously, glancing down at my bare leg before quickly looking away again. His reaction is too funny, making him look more like a nervous teenager than a sexy as hell grown man.

  "Nope." I laugh.

  "Hey, it's your song!" I exclaim when the first notes to Macklemore's Can't Hold Us fill the ballroom.

  All fighters have intro songs that they play when heading into the arena for a cage match. This one is Jude's, the upbeat lyrics talking about "tonight is the night'” and "we'll fight til’ it's over."

  The speakers crackle before a man's voice says, "Give it up for Silver Spring's own Jude Malone who's partying with us tonight. Come on, Matrix, you've got to show us your dance moves."

  I can't believe it, and am so freaking embarrassed when the DJ calls Jude out in front of everyone!

  "You heard him. Let's go!" Grabbing my hand, Jude suddenly pulls me to my feet and heads toward the dance floor. I have no choice but to follow, and I have to admit that thinking about rubbing my ass and other parts on this fine man is well worth the embarrassment of looking like a fool.

 

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