“Shane! Can you get that?” I yelled.
Shane didn’t respond. Instead, the doorbell rang again. Who the hell is ringing the doorbell? I ran down the stairs with my shoes in my hand and yanked the door open. Shane was standing on the other side of the door with a wide grin.
“Hey gorgeous,” he said.
“What are you doing?”
“I told you I would pick you up at seven. Don’t tell me you’re not ready yet.”
“Shut up and get back in here. Where are we going?”
“I’m going to give you two choices. We can go out and do the dinner and a movie thing, or we can stay here.”
“That’s it? I’m disappointed. I expected you to say something crude.”
“Well, if you're interested, my fucking your brains out could be option number three.”
“There it is,” I said, laughing. “Actually I was looking forward to staying home and renting a movie.”
“Score! I have a cheap date!” He laughed. “How about ordering from Palermo’s?”
“That would be perfect.”
I changed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and after eating dinner, we went to the living room, sat on the couch, and watched a couple of movies. I didn’t feel like we were on a date, it felt normal and natural even though we rarely spent time in the house together.
“So, I’m a little confused,” I said.
“What about? Zoolander is a male model,” he said slowly, enunciating each word.
“Not that, you jerk. I thought you didn’t want anything to happen between us.”
“Right, I do lie naked with all of my friends.” Shane pulled my feet up, put them on his lap, and stroked my leg.
“It’s a good thing you don’t have any then.”
“Seriously though, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about us. I hear in certain places it’s perfectly normal to screw around with your friends, so maybe we should give it a try.”
“I can’t believe I agreed to go on a date with you.” I shook my head. “You’re a child.”
He turned off the television and turned to face me, his eyes looking into me like only he could. I thought about our night at the hotel and turned away from his stare in case he could read my mind.
“I know what you’re thinking about. I haven’t forgotten about that night either,” he said, his voice husky. “Or any night I’ve slept in the room next to yours. You’re all I think about, Rosalie.” He stood and opened the front door. “I don’t know what’s right anymore. But please do me a favor and go to your room and lock your door. Your skin is so damn soft, just touching your leg gave me a hard on. I don’t want to do anything I might regret.”
He stepped outside and I stood to follow him, then stopped myself. I didn’t want to be a regret of his.
I went to my bedroom and, like he asked, I locked my door. After getting ready for bed, I lay in the dark and stared up at the ceiling as I listened to the house.
The shutter outside my window creaked as the wind blew. A car drove past. Shane’s footsteps echoed in the hall as he went to his room. I lost track of time, but none of it mattered because all I could think about was his naked body lying against me. I covered my face with a pillow as I tried to suffocate myself to sleep.
Tap tap tap.
What was that? I pushed the pillow aside and waited, but didn’t hear anything. Probably a squirrel in the attic.
Tap tap tap.
I knew what the sound was that time. I got up and stood in front of the closed bathroom door.
“Shane?” I whispered.
Tap tap tap.
I opened the door. Shane was shirtless but still in his jeans. He grabbed my face with his hands and pressed his lips against mine. I threw my arms around his neck and as he picked me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist.
As he lay me on the bed, he pushed his jeans off and they dropped to the floor. His body looked even more cut in the moonlight. Pulling the blanket back, I slid over and he got into bed with me.
“You changed your mind?” I asked.
“Shh. You talk too much.” He smiled then kissed me again. “I don’t care whose house this is, I just want to be with you.”
He pulled my nightshirt up and threw it aside as he kissed my shoulder and pressed me against his rock-hard body as we lay on our sides. My hands wandered over him, feeling the strong muscles of his back, down to his firm butt.
As I leaned back onto the bed, his lips found mine and he kissed me deeply. His hand moved over my breast and I arched my body, pressing myself further into his palm, wanting more. All my inhibitions drifted away as his fingers moved over the curve of my body to my hip, where his fingers ran across the edge of my panties.
“Are you okay with this?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said, panting, wondering if he stopped to torture me.
His fingers curled around the edge of my bikini. I gazed back into his intense eyes as I slid my hand down to his hard cock. I moved my hand slowly up and down his shaft as he slowly pulled my panties down. He was definitely some kind of sadist.
My body trembled as his lips brushed over my breasts before taking a nipple into his mouth. He sucked on it slowly, then rougher, brushing his teeth against the hard nubbin before treating the other one the same way. I moaned as my body pulsed with desire.
“I don’t know, I’m not getting the sense you really want it.”
I slid my hand a little faster on his cock, but he stopped me and shook his head, scolding me. My panties moved down further and I lifted my legs out of them. I was ready to jump him. He moved his hand over my mound.
“How badly do you need it?” he asked with a sly grin.
“Are you really going to make me beg?”
“Maybe I want to hear how badly you want me inside your wet pussy.”
He slid a finger into my wetness and I was quickly close to the edge. All the dirty talk and time spent with him over the past few weeks had been like foreplay for me.
“Please,” I breathed.
He reached down to his jeans and pulled out a condom. Ripping the package open with his teeth, he pulled it out and swiftly rolled it over his thick rod.
His lips closed over mine as his cock rubbed over my wetness. I felt the pressure of his tip against my entrance as he continued to kiss me. His cock thrust inside my pussy and I moaned.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned before moving his hips faster.
Each movement pushed me closer towards the edge. There was nothing sweet about what we were doing at that moment, it was pure lust and desire. A moan escaped my lips.
“I love making you moan,” he said.
He pulled my thigh up, entering me deeper. The sweat of our bodies made us slicker. I was ready to cry out his name when I heard the door open downstairs.
“Shit, they’re home,” I said. “We’re going to get caught.”
“Not if we’re quiet.”
He slowed his pumping as my parents entered the house. While the thought of getting caught worried me at first, Shane continued his long thrusts into me and got me more excited.
“I’m close,” I whispered.
As his cock thrust into me faster, I heard my parents as they walked down the hall past my door. My pussy tightened around Shane and his mouth closed over mine as the wave of release hit me.
I moaned, but his kiss silenced me. As my body quivered underneath him, he gasped into the pillow behind me, thrusting as he came.
We lay panting in each other’s arms, the moonlight glistening against our bodies. Hearing my dad and Joanna’s bedroom door finally close, we both let out a sigh and laughed.
He kissed me tenderly as he stroked my arm. As I looked into his eyes, I wondered if he felt the same way I did. I wasn’t falling for Shane anymore, I had already fallen hard.
Chapter Ten
Rosalie
For months, our Saturday night routine was bringing dinner to the hotel and staying there until we thought we should head home
. We didn’t always have sex, the hotel wasn’t really for that. We went to the hotel so we could be together without having to worry about what anyone else would think.
Neither of us knew what my dad and Joanna would say about our being together. Joanna didn’t seem to notice anything, but I had a feeling my dad was suspicious. Having to pretend Shane meant nothing to me while all I could think about was lying in his arms got harder as the months went by.
The hotel room was dark except for the glow from the television. Shane held me as we watched an old movie. Our legs were tangled together under the sheets and my head lay on his bare chest. I loved being naked with Shane, it felt so natural. I didn’t feel self-conscious or uncomfortable about my body. If anything, I felt beautiful.
I let out a long sigh as the movie ended. It was after midnight, and we would have to go back home, back to pretending.
“What was that for?” Shane asked.
“What?”
“That sigh. Is something wrong?”
“No, everything’s great. I just hate having to leave here.”
“I know, I do too. I’d give anything to be your boyfriend seven days a week instead of just one night.”
I looked up at him and he leaned towards me, pushing me onto the pillow. His mouth closed over mine and I pressed my body closer to his. As our tongues met, I was reminded of the time and what the next day was. I pulled away and smiled softly at him.
“What’s wrong? There’s something else, isn’t there?”
“I have to go to my mother’s tomorrow. She called me the other day and said she was cleaning out the house and that if I didn’t get my stuff, she was tossing it. Most of the things she has are from when I was little and I don’t care about them. But she has my princess doll. I don’t want to go there, but I have to get that doll.”
“I can go with you,” he said.
“Really? You would?”
“Of course. You know I’d do anything for you.”
The next morning, I pulled my car up to the curb in front of my mother’s house. It had been over six months since I had last been there, but all the dread came back as if it was yesterday. Shane must have seen my hesitation because he put his hand over mine on the steering wheel and gently squeezed.
“I’m here,” he said. “Nothing bad will happen.”
We got out of the car and walked up the driveway to the house. It was quiet and there weren’t any cars in the driveway.
“I don’t think anyone’s home,” I said.
I rang the doorbell and when no one answered, I put my key in the lock and opened the door. Several boxes with my name on them were stacked near the entrance.
“Let’s just take them all,” I said. “I can go through them at home. I’ll leave my mom a note to let her know I was here.”
As Shane carried the boxes out to the car, my mother pulled into the driveway. I was still in the house writing a note when she came inside.
“Good, you found your things,” she said coldly. “I think that’s everything. I accidentally threw out some of your boxes, so this is all that’s left.”
“Thanks, Mom.”
I didn’t know how to act with her. She was always hot and cold with me, and I didn’t want to say something wrong and have to deal with her anger.
There was one box left. I wondered what happened to Shane, and then I realized my mother wasn’t alone. Ice ran through my veins as I looked outside and saw Jim talking to Shane. Even from inside the house, I could tell Jim was trying to intimidate Shane.
He kept stepping closer to him, closing the distance between them as he spoke. Jim’s hand was up and he poked Shane in the shoulder, then pointed back at the house. Shane’s eyes were narrowing and his fists clenched at his sides.
I grabbed the last box and bumped the door open with my hip. As I stepped outside, I could hear Jim’s voice, but I couldn’t make out the words except for the last one.
“...cunt,” Jim said.
Shane’s fist connected with Jim’s face. Jim fell to the ground, his hands over his nose. Blood began to seep down his face as he glared at Shane.
Shane’s eyes were wild like an animal ready to attack. I shoved the last box into Shane’s hands as he stood over Jim, but it wasn’t enough. His eyes were glued on Jim. I knew he was waiting for him to make another move.
“Let’s go,” I said.
I grabbed Shane’s arm and pulled. His eyes shifted to me briefly, then back at Jim. He stepped back, put the box inside the trunk, and then got into the car. I drove away as quickly as I could.
My body began to shake and I couldn’t focus on the road. My dad only lived a block away, but I was too confused to get there. I stopped the car in front of the neighborhood park.
“Are you okay?” Shane asked.
“I’ll be fine. I’m just shaken up.”
Shane’s hands cupped my face as he looked into my eyes.
“I’m sorry I lost it back there,” he said. “That guy is a fucking asshole. He’s lucky all I did was punch him.”
“What happened? I was leaving a note for my mom when she came into the house.”
“Your stepfather got out of the car and asked if I was your new boyfriend. When I said I was just a friend, he said it didn’t matter who I was. That he was going to warn me about you.”
“Warn you?”
“Yeah, warn me about how irresponsible and lazy you are and all sorts of other things. He was just talking smack. I know you were supporting them, he probably thought I didn’t know anything.”
“He said more than that, didn’t he?”
“I don’t want to tell you.”
“Tell me. I need to know.”
“He was talking about how pretty you were. Then he said...”
“Tell me. I think I know what he said. I heard the last word.”
“He misses the smell of your...”
“Cunt,” I said. “It was something my mother used to say to me. Well, kind of. She used to say that she hated me and that I was a slut and that men could smell me like a dog in heat.”
“She’s a fucking bitch.”
“Sorry you had to hear all of that. At least it got us out of there quick.” I smiled.
“You’re taking it well.”
“I’m used to it, unfortunately. But it’s one of the reasons why I left. I couldn’t take it there anymore and I think after this, I’m going to promise myself to never see him again.” Just the promise alone was enough to put me at ease. “Can you tell me something though? What did it feel like to punch him?”
“After what he was saying about you, he deserved more than just a punch. But it did feel good.”
“I bet it did. I've always wanted to punch him, beat him, clobber him with a two-by-four.”
“And they call me a bad boy,” he said with a laugh. “I think that makes you a bad girl. I’ll have to remember that for next Saturday.” He cocked his brow at me with a half-smile.
“Mmm, I’ll make sure to remind you.”
Later that afternoon, I heard Shane out front talking to a man I didn’t recognize. The man was tall with broad shoulders in a brown suit. By his stance and demeanor, he looked like a cop. I stayed inside by the window so I could eavesdrop.
“I’m sorry, Paul, I lost my cool,” Shane said. “He was pushing all the buttons. He’s lucky I only punched him.”
“No, you’re lucky you only punched him,” Paul said. “I talked him into not pressing charges, but what happens next time?”
“There won’t be a next time.”
“You need to get away from here. Maybe go somewhere and start fresh.”
“I can’t,” Shane said. “I’m not going anywhere without her.”
Paul shook his head. “She’d better be worth it because I don’t know if you’ll be this lucky next time. You’ve gotten into trouble twice already because of her.”
“This guy deserved it.”
“Doesn’t matter, he’s not the one on parole. Mo
ve away, go to college, do something other than stay here. You say the word and I can make arrangements for you somewhere else. You’re a good kid, you just need the right chance. Think about it.”
Paul got into his car and left. Shane lit a cigarette, the first one I had seen him smoke in a long time, and took a deep drag from it. I wanted to go out and talk to him, but I figured it was better to leave him alone. I had already caused enough trouble for him.
Chapter Eleven
Rosalie
It had been almost a week since I overheard Shane talking to Paul. Every day I wanted to ask him about what he said, but I knew if I waited until Saturday night we’d be able to talk more freely.
We were eating dinner in the hotel room, a pizza we brought with us, when I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to tell him what I overheard.
“I heard you talking to that Paul guy last week,” I said.
“You did? He’s my parole officer. Why didn’t you say anything?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I was waiting to see if you’d say anything.”
“How much did you hear?”
“He thinks you should go away.”
“Doesn’t matter what he thinks. I don’t want to.”
“Because of me?”
“Listen, I know he’s right. I know Jersey is bad news for me. The old Shane would have and did blame you for my bad luck, but it’s not your fault.”
“Then you should go. Don’t stay here just because of me.”
My heart ached as I spoke. I didn’t want him to leave.
“You are the best reason to do anything,” he said. “I’m not going anywhere without you. I even told Warren that.”
“Warren? From high school?”
The guy you said I was no one to?
“Yeah, from high school. Ends up he’s moving out west. He’s going to Arizona and asked if I wanted to go too. He’s got a U-Haul for all his shit and a friend who’ll let us crash until we find a place.”
“Are you thinking about going?”
“No, like I said, I’m not going anywhere without you. You need to finish school, that’s important. How else are you going to be a famous writer?”
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