Off Limits: (Faking It #1)

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by Chloe Walsh


  "Why can't I kiss you?" I blurted out, voice torn. Nathan's brows shot up and his eyes darkened. "If I'm your girlfriend for the night then I think I deserve a kiss."

  "Andi, you're drunk," Nate bit out, voice strained. "Fuck, I'm drunk."

  "You weren't drunk in your bedroom," I shot back bravely. "And neither was I."

  Taking my arm, Nate dragged me out of the kitchen and straight through the foyer to the front door. "You don’t really want me," he told me once we were outside. With his hand still firmly clasping my arm, he walked us down the long stretch of lawn towards the trees. "It's the vodka talking."

  "You're wrong," I corrected him. I had no idea where we were going, but we were finally alone so I kept walking. "Well, you're right about the drunk part," I added, wiping the corner of my mouth with my thumb. "But not the wanting part." Stopping in front of a huge oak, I leaned my hip against the trunk and sighed deeply. "I really, really want you…"

  "What kind of a fake boyfriend would I be if I took advantage of you?" he slurred as a slow smile crept across his face.

  "The good kind," I grinned as I placed my hands on his face and pulled his mouth down to mine.

  The moment our lips touched, a white hot feeling of heat, fire, and raw desire burst through me, causing everything south of my navel to clench and throb.

  "Andi…" Nathan craned his neck back far enough to look into my eyes. His hands covered mine as he stared at me. I could see the confusion in his glassed over eyes – and the desire. "What are you doing to me?"

  Every inch of my body trembled and shook as I looked into his eyes and whispered, "I'm playing your game, Nate." My voice was thick and husky. "It's what you asked me to do, right? Be your girlfriend for the night?"

  "No," he growled. Turning us quickly, I felt my back hit the trunk of the tree seconds before his warm hand cupped my cheek. "Damn, Andi…"

  My body was on full alert, and my heart had never hammered so fast against my ribcage as I watched him watch me. "I figured since I'm your girlfriend for the night, we might as well make the most of it…" I let my voice trail off.

  "You're not a game to me, Andi," he shot back huskily. "I won't play games with you." His thumb trailed across my bottom lip and I felt my body sag. "I'm drunk and I'm weak." He sagged against me. "Don’t fucking expect me to be your prince charming tonight." Letting out a growl, he hissed, "I barely stopped myself last time…"

  "I didn’t want you to stop the last time." My tongue snaked out to touch him, to taste him. "I don’t want you to stop this time."

  "Stop looking at me like that," he whispered in a pained voice as he rolled his hips, thrusting against me. Instinctively, my body returned the move, grinding against him, welcoming him.

  "Like what?" I breathed, rocking against him now. His body was covering mine, pressing me against the tree and still it wasn’t enough.

  He groaned and dropped his head to mine. "Like you want this almost as badly as I do."

  "I do," I admitted. "I want you. I'm done being good, Nate. I am. I just want you…"

  "Don’t fucking tease me, Andi," his voice was thick and raw. "Don’t play with me. Not about this."

  "I'm not," I gasped, feeling so much for him that I wanted to cry. "I want you. All of you. Whatever you're willing to give me –"

  I didn’t finish the question – I couldn't – because Nathan's tongue was suddenly in my mouth, hot, hard and relentless. The weight of his body was pressing me to the tree, the feel of his erection grinding against my thigh as he moved against me, leaving me breathless with kisses and wanting more.

  Wanting so much more…

  With a sigh mixed with longing, lust, and pure want, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my body to his. I'd never done anything like this before, had never even kissed a boy, but everything about this boy screamed yes.

  The second he slipped a hand between my legs, a growl tore from the back of Nathan's throat and my whole body ignited in fire – an aching of desperation and desire thrummed low in my belly.

  I could hear myself moaning loudly against his lips, crying out his name like a raving lunatic, and I knew I needed to be quiet, but he felt so good and made every inch of my body prickle and burn. I couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t think, period.

  Nathan was a boy from Riverside, one of the untouchables, and yet I was willing to let him touch every part of me. He had rough, calloused fingers, and I loved everything about him. His smiles. His face. His mood swings. The sound of his grunts and groans caused my entire body to ignite in a hot flush.

  He fucked my mouth with his tongue, staking a claim on me, branding me his, as he rubbed me over the fabric of my dress. It wasn’t enough. I needed more.

  Hormones had taken control of my body and were the reason why I was pulling at Nate's belt buckle frantically. Whimpering in desperation, I tugged on the buckle once more, praying he would take the hint.

  Finally, he did.

  Releasing my bottom lip with a loud pop, Nate staggered back from me just long enough to undo his belt and fly.

  Reclaiming the space he'd put between us, he thrust himself against me as he reached down and grabbed the skirt of my dress.

  With his mouth on mine once again, Nate bunched the fabric in his fists and dragged it upwards, baring my skin to the night air. He moved with confidence as he rubbed his erection against my lower belly, with experience when he tugged the front of my dress downwards to reveal my breasts. And in this moment, it was entirely welcome. I wanted him to take control of the situation because god knows I was clueless, led entirely on want and desire.

  I kept my mouth on Nate's when I reached one hand to my waist and pushed my cotton panties down my thighs before quickly stepping out of them.

  All that was covered of my body was where my dress had bunched at my midsection. Every other part of me was exposed to him.

  His harsh breaths, when he finally released my lips, flooded my senses and I could still taste the mint and alcohol from his tongue as he dropped his mouth to suckle on one of my puckered nipples, coaxing me with his tongue, biting down on my sensitive buds, and then lapping me up when I cried out for more.

  He was big and hard and eternally welcome. The feel of his hands on my bare flesh, his mouth on my body... Oh god, everything about him brought to life a side of me I hadn't known existed.

  Suddenly I was airborne, being lifted effortlessly by my brother's best friend as he slammed my back against the tree and pushed himself inside of me.

  Hiked up, I wrapped my legs around Nate's waist and cried out when the sharpest pain I'd ever felt speared through me. It honest to god felt like I was splitting in half. I opened my eyes and let out a strangled sigh as my body rode the wave of pain.

  "Shit… virgin," Nate slurred. "I forgot… hmm, fuck." Burying his face in my neck, he groaned. "Tell me when I can move, Andi." His voice was strained, his body trembling. "I need to fuck you so bad…"

  I blew out the breath I'd been holding and hesitantly rolled my hips against him. "Uh…" My eyes rolled back when a rippling wave of pleasure shot straight through me. Nate groaned in what sounded like pained pleasure. "Mmmm…"

  Tentatively, I rolled my hips again and this time, the feeling returned, blossoming further inside of me, making me throb so hard I could barely breathe. "More," I moaned. "Give me more..."

  "Thank fuck," he grunted before pulling out and slamming himself back inside of me, this time burying himself so deep I screamed. "Yeah," Nate hissed as he took me against the tree. "Scream, Andi. Fucking hell, baby."

  "Nate…oh god, Nate. I'm so…" The more I rubbed myself against him, the stronger the feeling grew. "I'm burning…I'm on fire." My body was burning up. I was trembling all over and pounding his cock into me like a drum. "How are you doing this to me…huh…god, I'm so…uh!"

  "You wanted this," he hissed before pressing a hard kiss to my lips. "Me. So fucking take me, Andi." His fingers dug into the fleshy part of my thighs as he held m
e captive to his passionate onslaught. "Take it all."

  "I can feel you," I cried out, clawing at his back with my hands. "Marking me on the inside…"

  "Fuck," he hissed, biting down on his bottom lip. "Do that again."

  "Do what?" I cried out, unsure of what I'd done to make him so…frantic.

  "My back, Andi," he grunted, moving faster, thrusting harder. "Your nails…"

  Roughly tearing my nails down his back, I burrowed my face in Nate's neck as every sensation inside of me joined forces and crashed through my body like a tidal wave, shocking my body and causing me to jerk violently in his arms.

  "God fucking dammit, Andi," Nathan hissed as he slammed into me once more and stilled. I could feel the heat of his orgasm flooding me and it caused the rippling sensation to return.

  Biting down on his shoulder, I screamed as another wave of pleasure rolled through me. It was the most pleasurable pain I'd ever experienced and I never wanted it to end…but then it did and reality came crashing down on us like a freight train.

  Pulling out of me, Nate released me like I burned his skin as he staggered backwards, shaking his head. "Fuck," he hissed hoarsely. "Fuck!"

  "Nathan." Readjusting my clothes, I moved to go to him, but he waved me back.

  "What the fuck did I just do?" Pinching the bridge of his nose, he looked around helplessly before locking eyes with me once more. "I've fucked it all up," he whispered and it was a broken sound.

  "What? Nate, no." I moved to him this time, desperate to make him feel okay. "It's okay."

  "Okay? I just fucked you up against a goddamn tree," he roared. "You're my best friend's sister, Andi. My best fucking friend and I broke you in." He threw his hands in the air and grabbed his hair. "Christ, I fucked your goddamn virginity out of you."

  "I wanted it," I heard myself say. "You. I wanted it to be with you…my first time, I mean."

  Nathan turned and glared at me. "You wanted me to fuck you raw?" Disgust laced his tone. "You're so stupid, Andi. So goddamn stupid."

  "Why?" Tears were burning my eyes now. "Why are you calling me names?"

  "Why aren’t you leaving?" he roared back. "You know what I am, Andi. Fuck! You know what I'm like. Why? Fucking why would you want me to take your virginity?"

  "Because I love you, you big jerk!" The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them. "I've loved you since I was ten." Tears flowed freely now down my cheeks as I admitted my deepest secrets. "Maybe even before then."

  "Don’t," he shot back, shaking his finger at me. "Don’t say that shit to me."

  "Well, I do love you," I screamed, furious. "And not saying it doesn’t make it go away."

  "Make it go away," he roared back. "Bury that shit down, Andi, and don’t ever fucking say it again."

  ****

  "No one likes a slut, Adriana..."

  My father's words tormented me the entire ride home from DJ's party as I sat in the backseat of my brother's range rover with Ivy.

  In one night, I had managed to both ruin my reputation and my already strained friendship with Nathan. Feeling sore and exhausted, I remained quiet, choosing to reel with what little of my dignity that was left intact.

  "Man, you two deserve an Oscar," Jackson said for the third time and I cringed inside. "Did you see Dallas's face?" he continued, obviously speaking to Nathan who was sitting in the front seat with his head angled out the passenger window. "She looked like she was shitting pebbles when she saw you two together."

  "Please, Dude," Nate groaned. "Shut the fuck up for a sec." Heaving loudly, he wrapped his arms around the door and shuddered. "I'm trying to die here."

  "Serves your ass right for getting so smashed," Jackson shot back good-naturedly before turning his attention to the back seat. "So, Andi-Pandy." He adjusted his rearview mirror so that he could see me. "How'd your first party go?"

  "It was good," I said quietly, feeling my cheeks burn with heat as Nathan gawked again from the front seat. My god, I actually made him sick to his stomach. "I mean, it was fine."

  "Are you glad you came?" Ivy asked.

  Nathan heaved again.

  "I guess," I replied, ducking my face in shame.

  "Oh my god, Andi, you have to come again," Ivy argued excitedly. "I know it's hard for you but you have to at least try and come…whoa, shit, are you okay, Nate?" Ivy asked when Nathan puked again.

  "Peachy," Nate muttered dejectedly.

  "What about you, Andi?" Ivy asked, turning to face me. "First time at a party. First time drinking. I bet you feel all grown up now. First time on a date. You've had a whole lot of first times tonight." Grinning, she continued to tease me, not realizing how accurate she was. "How do you feel?"

  "Tired," I squeezed out, clasping my hands together on my lap.

  "Well, you guys have to keep this going," Jackson laughed. "It was so fucking good. Nate, pick Andi up for school on Monday. That'll drive Dallas nuts –"

  "No," Nate barked out. "No more fucking games."

  "Dude," Jackson shot back. "You can't give up the act now."

  "Drop it," Nate muttered before adding, "Jacko, put the radio on, man. No one wants to hear me spew my guts up."

  The moment my brother flicked on the radio, Madonna's Like a Virgin filled my ears and Nathan's puking resumed at a higher decimal than before.

  "Oh, I love this song," Ivy squealed. "It's a classic." Clapping happily, she instructed my brother to turn up the volume and then proceeded to sing every word – at the top of her lungs.

  Burying my chin in my neck, I closed my eyes and prayed for this night to end.

  ****

  Chapter Ten

  Three whole days passed before I worked up the courage to confide in Ivy.

  "That douche nozzle," she screeched when I finished my tale of woe at lunch on Monday. "Is he for real?"

  "Shh," I hissed, mortified, as we walked down the hallway towards the cafeteria. "It's bad enough I know what I've done without the entire school hearing about it too." Or my father.

  I dreaded to think what my father would do if he found out.

  "Does Jackson know?" Ivy asked as we stood in line. Immediately her gaze honed in on my brother who was sitting at the far corner of the cafeteria with Nathan beside him.

  They were, as usual, surrounded by the varsity football team and hordes of senior girls. While Jackson laughed and chatted animatedly with the crowd, Nathan stared down at his cell phone with a brooding look on his face.

  "Of course he doesn't know about you two," Ivy said, answering her own question. "Nate's still breathing."

  "To be fair, I think that if it came down to a physical fight between those two, Nate would win." I wasn’t bragging Nathan up by saying this. I was simply stating the facts. My brother, as strong and athletically built as he was, was no Nathan Cole.

  Where Jackson had that wholesome, all-American look about him with blonde hair and blue eyes, Nate was rough around the edges and dangerous with black hair, a golden tan, and eyes dark as coal. And where Jackson was tall, clocking in at six feet, and well-built from years of playing football at an intense level, Nate was just plain…bigger. He was taller, his shoulders were broader, his muscles more defined, his stomach more ripped, his waist line more…

  "Nah," Ivy piped up, distracting me from my thoughts. "Jackson would cream Nate in a fight." She smiled proudly. "He's so conditioned from football."

  "Nathan plays football, too," I heard myself say defensively. "Or at least he used to." Nathan had been first string quarterback until he quit the team last year, trading football for a paycheck. Coach Hamilton had been heartbroken. Heck, Nathan's withdrawal from the team had sent the entire town into a frenzy. Football was a pretty big deal in Spring Hill. It was right up there with church, and I knew for a fact the only reason my father had ever tolerated a boy from Riverside hanging around his children was because Nathan was an even bigger star than Jackson. That boy shone on a football field and it was a crying shame he'd quit.


  Nathan chose that exact moment to look up from his phone. The moment his eyes landed on my face, I blushed and ducked my face.

  "Why are we even talking about who would beat who in a fight?" I grumbled, keeping my head down. "Jackson can never know about this."

  "Did you two use protection at least?" Ivy asked, glaring daggers across the cafeteria at Nathan.

  "I think so?"

  Ivy gaped at me. "You think so," she repeated flatly.

  "We were drunk." I could feel my face burning as we moved along in line, getting closer to the counter. "And he was…" I couldn’t say it. Shaking my head, I bit down on my lip and sighed. "Everything just escalated so quickly."

  "Well you better escalate your ass to the pharmacy," Ivy snapped, slapping her lunch tray down. "I mean it, Adriana," she added, using my full name for impact. "This is serious."

  Catching ahold of my arm, Ivy all but dragged me out of the cafeteria and down the hallway. "You should have told me about this straight away." She shoved me out through the entrance and down the steps to the student parking lot. "If you've had unprotected sex, you only have like seventy-two hours to take the morning after pill. After that, it's useless and you are cutting it close, girl."

  "Wait!" I halted at Ivy's car. "I can't go to a pharmacy and buy that stuff." Panic laced through me. "Or cut class! If my father finds out…"

  "What do you think your father will do if you arrive home with a baby Nate in your belly?" Ivy shot back and I paled. "Thought so," she added. "Now get in the car. I'll take you to my pharmacist. She's super discreet."

  *****

  When Ivy finally dropped me off at home, it was past six and I was beyond exhausted.

  Trudging up the driveway towards my house, I noticed both Jackson's Range Rover and Nate's Chevy parked out front.

  I missed a step when my eyes landed on that beat-up old Chevy and staggered a little.

  Nate hadn't shown up at our house all weekend. In fact, I hadn't seen or heard a word from him since Jackson dropped him off at his trailer after DJ's party. Jackson had cracked jokes about how Nate must be nursing the mother of all hangovers, but I knew I was the reason he hadn't come by.

 

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