by Sam Crescent
Sinking her fingers into his hair, she tugged on the strands, hearing him hiss. Pulling away from his lips which she’d been ravishing, she asked, “Did I hurt you?”
“You know how to bite.”
“Are you complaining?”
“Fuck no. Kiss me, Trash.”
She couldn’t help it. The smile on his lips had her giggling. Kissing him back, she felt his hands wrap around her, gasping as he ground his hips between her thighs.
“I don’t mind us not fucking. I can wait. It seems with you, Pru, I can wait.”
“Good. I won’t be an easy ride.”
“Oh, believe me, when I do finally pop this cherry, it’s going to be easy. I’ll make sure of it.” He kissed her hard, stopping her from arguing with him.
Wrapping her legs around him, she pressed her pussy against him, needing the friction that only Drake could give her.
“Fuck, you’re going to make me break every single rule.”
“Then we better stop.” She broke from the kiss, dropping to the ground and staring up at him with a smile.
“What’s that smile all about?” he asked.
“I don’t know. I’m happy.”
“That’s not a bad thing though, right?”
“No, it’s not bad at all. In fact, I’d say it’s very, very good.” She giggled. If he wasn’t holding her hands in place, she would have covered her mouth. “I can’t believe I’m giggling.”
“It’s a cute sound. You should make it more often.”
“Please, you’re probably used to girls making that noise all the time.”
“I’m not going to lie to you. I am used to it, but from you, I’d say it’s pretty fucking cute.”
She nibbled her lip. “You’re a charmer.”
“You better get used to it. I’m going to charm the pants right off you.”
“There you go, talking about my underwear.”
“Unless you’re not wearing any?” he asked.
“I’m wearing a pair, thank you very much. They’re white, as well.”
He let out a groan. “You shouldn’t tell a guy what panties you’re wearing unless you’re willing to take them off.”
“Nope, not taking them off. There are some things you’re going to have to wait for.”
“Moving on. Why are you here, anyway?”
“Why are you following me?”
“You own my dick for the foreseeable future. It’s a given I’m going to follow you every single chance I get.”
“If you do that, people will find out about us. What then?”
“We live in a small town. Come on, people bump into each other all the time. I don’t see why us being seen together is going to be a problem.”
She ran fingers through her hair and shook her head. “You know what, let’s not think about what could happen and what might happen. I’m tired of being worried about something that’s not even going to be reality.”
“Thank you. Now, will you shut up and let me kiss you before I die of old age or something else?”
Pru giggled. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pressed her lips against his. “Like this?” She wasn’t kissing him and he sighed.
Gripping the back of her head, Drake showed her exactly what he wanted and as he did, all of her worries faded away.
Why should she worry about anything when he kissed her like she was his entire world?
****
“Dude, where have you been?” Carl asked.
Drake looked up from washing his car to see his three friends entering the yard.
“I’ve been here.” He’d been washing his car so it would look just right for his and Pru’s date that very night.
They’d been in a relationship now for a week, and he wanted to do something nice. It wouldn’t be long before they headed back to school for the final year; he didn’t want to think about all of that shit though.
Not yet.
“Washing your car? Don’t you have a bazillion servants to do that for you?” Marco asked.
“Yeah, I totally do because I’d trust anyone to wash my car.”
“When did you start washing your car? I thought you liked to go through the drive-thru. Manual labor has never been your forte,” Nick said.
His friends had been with him less than ten minutes and they were already pissing him off. There was a time he didn’t mind hanging out with them—before he knew how fucking fake they were, of course. They were only here because of the money, and what he could provide them. He gave them an easy fucking life, and now all he wanted to do was to see how Pru was doing.
They had been hanging out at her home last night, watching a movie, eating popcorn, and just spending time together. Of course, they’d also made out, and he’d even gotten her shirt off and had some tit action, but nothing too far that made her uncomfortable.
Most chicks would have pissed him off by now, but he had yet to get annoyed with their slow pace. Besides, he happened to like hugging and holding her. He’d never taken the time to simply enjoy a girl’s company, and Pru, she didn’t want anything from him.
When they weren’t arguing about something, she was amazing for just listening to him talk or speaking about their futures. She never pushed him for information, always allowing him to go at his own speed. It wasn’t lost on him that the most comfortable he’d been in years was with the girl he’d spent a lifetime bullying.
“Dude, what the fuck?” Carl asked, snapping his fingers in front of his face.
He shoved Carl hard. “Get out of my face.”
“Okay, now you really do need to spill. What’s your problem?” Nick said.
“Nothing is my problem. I’m cleaning my car and now you’re pissing me off.”
“You got a girl?” Marco asked.
“Seriously? I clean my car and you think I’ve got a girl.”
“You’re cleaning your car. The only reason for you to do that is because there’s a chick somewhere.” Marco shrugged. “And you’re blowing me off.”
“Yeah, I’m blowing you all off, so get the fuck off my porch.” He picked up the hose, pointed it at his friends, and aimed the blast of water right at them. It was the only way he could figure out to get them off his lawn and away from him.
“Fuck off,” he said.
He was tired of their bullshit and with their constant, never-ending questions. He wanted a break.
This thing with Pru, it was crazy but it was also true to him. He didn’t have to put on any kind of show with her, and she didn’t expect anything from him, which was refreshing. Of course, it meant he still had to deal with her hanging around with that piece-of-shit coward Sean.
He’d just have to live with it.
When his friends were gone, he finished washing the car and headed back into his home. Pulling out his cell phone, he found her name.
Drake: What r u doing?
Pocketing his cell, he grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge and downed half of it before the text came in.
Pru: Working. You should try it.
Drake: Nah, sounds kind of boring. I’ve got more important things to do.
Pru: Like what? Play video games? Do you have a high score?
Drake: Do u even know what a high score is?
Pru: Nah, got more important things to do like study, work. You know mature adult stuff. I don’t have time to play being a kid.
Drake: I’m not a kid.
Pru: If you say so.
Drake: I can have u screaming in a way no kid could.
Pru: Gross. You took it to the gutter. Why are you texting me?
Drake: It’s not against the rules.
Pru: But what if someone steals your phone?
Texting bored him. After closing the message, he dialed her number, holding his cell phone to his ear, waiting for her to pick up.
“You know this isn’t any better,” she said.
“I don’t care. What are you doing?” he asked.
“I’m work
ing.” She released a sigh.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Just … it’s nothing.”
“Tell me.” He could imagine her biting her lip, wanting to tell him anything but. “You know, you could learn to trust me and open up to me.”
“It’ll go against everything I know,” she said.
“I’m not going to hurt you. What do you have to lose?”
“My sanity.”
“I don’t want your sanity.”
She chuckled. “Yeah, I know what you want.” She let out a breath. “I’m just tired of the way people talk to me, you know? As if I don’t matter. I can’t stand it. I hate being treated like shit. It’s not something I enjoy.”
“Who has done this to you?”
“Besides you?”
“Yes. I’m allowed now, remember? Tell me.”
Pru did. She told him about the women who’d been in the shop, throwing clothes at her, screaming at her because they didn’t fit.
“It’s not like it’s my fault. They yelled at me that I’m thick and stupid. A lot more not-so-nice words. I don’t think I can take this.”
“Then don’t.”
“I need this job.”
“I could pay you.”
“To do what?”
Drake smiled. “Well, I hate to say it.”
“Stop it, Drake. I’m not interested.”
“I’m just saying. It could be interesting. You know, me paying you for certain services.”
“I’m not a whore. I appreciate you think I’m worth paying for. I must be a damn good kisser.”
“I can’t wait to get your hands on my dick.”
“You had to go straight to the gutter. I need to get off now.”
Drake chuckled.
“Seriously, how old are you?”
“Old enough to know I want to take you out tonight after work.”
“Tonight?”
“If you’ve got plans with fuckface, cancel them.”
“That’s really rude.”
“It’s the truth and he’s not more important than me. Are you rolling your eyes at me?”
“No, of course not.”
“You lied to me.”
“I’ve got to go now. I’ve got customers waiting.”
“You’re lying to me again.”
She burst out laughing. “I’m not lying to you. Not even a little bit, but it would serve you right. I’ve got customers. Bye, Drake.”
He hung up the phone and smiled, actually, a full-mouth smile.
Chapter Fourteen
Dinner date
Blowing Sean off was way easier than Pru expected it to be. He already had plans and was going to cancel on her, which she did feel sucked a lot, but at the same time, it meant she was free to spend time with Drake.
She couldn’t believe spending time and Drake were in the same sentence.
Fluffing out her hair, she made her way downstairs just as the bell rang. Drake stood on the other side, in jeans and a crisp, white shirt. He looked, sexy, in control, and even though he was dressed in casual clothes, he looked wealthy.
“Well, well, well, you clean up nice.”
She’d gone for a plain white summer dress. Her mother had picked it out of a second-hand store and washed all the stains out of it. It was a rather nice-fitting dress. She gave a little twirl, and Drake whistled again.
“Will it do?” she asked. Nerves hit her hard and she hated feeling anything but confident around Drake. She didn’t want him to think she wasn’t capable, which was crazy.
“I don’t know, you have to give me another little twirl,” he said.
Holding her hands out, she turned around so he could look at her. “Well?” She dropped her hands down.
“Your ass looks so hot and full.”
“You always go to the gutter. Always.”
She let out a squeal as he suddenly held her. “You love it, admit it.”
“I don’t know what I do and don’t love yet.” She nibbled her lip. “Where are we going, anyway?”
“Out.”
“You’re not going to give anything away?”
“Not yet. It’s all going to be a surprise.”
“I’m not sure if I like surprises.”
“You’ll love mine. Don’t worry about everything so much. You need to learn to relax. Take a breath and trust me.”
“Are you ready to go?”
“Yes, but first, I want you to have this.” He stepped out and bent down. When he stood, he held a single red rose in his hands. “This is for you.”
“Thank you. I should go and put it in a vase.”
“No, you’re going to hold it for tonight. We’ve got to keep to our conditions, and you can’t let anyone else see it. This is all for you.” He stroked some hair behind her ear.
“It’s beautiful.” She put her hand on his chest and kissed him. He’d even taken off all the thorns so she wouldn’t cut herself. Who would do that? Only someone who gave a shit, that was who.
“Look, if you want to remain a virgin past tonight, we’re going to have to go.”
She rolled her eyes. “Not everything leads to sex.”
“It does for me, and I’m practicing being the perfect gentleman for you.”
“You’re so sweet.”
“I know, I plan to knock your socks off with just how fucking amazing I can be.” He moved aside, giving her room to pass him.
She closed and locked the door, following him to his car. He placed a hand on her back as they walked. She wondered who was watching them. If there were people twitching their curtains, nosey to see what was going on between her and Drake.
Drake opened the door and she climbed inside. The rose caught her attention. It was a really sweet gesture. She took another sniff and the subtle floral scent was so nice. The leather of the interior of the car smelled a little overwhelming, on the other hand.
He climbed into the passenger side and started the car.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“You’ll see.”
“You do seem to like being a mystery.”
“Do you mind me being that way?” he asked.
“Not at all. I rather like it.”
“This is going to be weird, you know?”
“What is?”
“When we head back to school. My friends are already riding my ass, wondering what’s wrong with me.”
“Why would anything be wrong with you?” She stroked one of the flower’s petals as she watched him.
Every now and then, Drake would glance in her direction but not for too long. “I’ve rarely hung out with them the past couple of weeks. I keep blowing them off and normally, I party and fuck around.”
“Do you want to party? Mess around?”
“No, I don’t. That’s it. Don’t you think that’s fucked up? It’s what I’m used to.”
She chuckled.
“What are you laughing at?”
“Nothing. I just wonder if you always enjoyed partying and fucking around, or if it was just easier for you.”
“Easier how?”
“No one else expected anything from you, and you just dealt with whatever they threw at you, you know?”
“I … I honestly don’t know how to answer that.”
She smiled. “It’s not supposed to be a hard question. You don’t even have to answer.”
“But the truth is I have no idea. I mean, I love to party. I can make people do whatever the hell I want, and that’s fucking fun.” He laughed.
“Cool.” Now she didn’t know what to say. This was awkward.
“I shouldn’t have said that.”
“Drake, you don’t have to pretend with me, or try to say things that you think will make me feel better. Be honest with yourself, not with me.”
“I haven’t enjoyed hanging out with the guys for a long time. How’s that for honesty?” he asked.
“Why not?”
“I don’t know. I
guess I don’t trust their bullshit anymore. They’re only around because I’m rich.”
“I doubt that.”
“You don’t know them. They laugh at whatever I do. They don’t call me on my shit. I could be beating the crap out of someone and because they’re afraid of me, they won’t say anything.”
“Do you really want them to say anything to you at all?” she asked.
“Of course.”
“They’re your friends and you’re not the easiest guy to get to know or get along with. From day one, you’ve had a hatred for me. I’ve seen your anger. I’ve been on the receiving end of it so many times. I don’t think you should expect them to want to get in the way of that. I don’t know what you’re like around them. Only what you’ve been like around me, and trust me, there were times you did scare me.”
“I did?”
“Yeah. I didn’t know how far you’d go. The hatred you had, it was scary.”
He took her hand. “Don’t be afraid. I’m sorry. Not tonight. I don’t know why I even asked about this. I want tonight to just go well.”
“You sound nervous, Drake.”
“I am. This is the first date I’ve ever been on.”
“I still find that hard to believe.”
“Well, believe it. Also, I’m the one that has done all the organizing here. Remember that.”
“I won’t forget it. I love the rose and you said I looked beautiful. Of course you also referred to sex but I’m not going to hold that against you. I promise.” She gave his hand a squeeze before letting him go.
“Let me get this out of the way. How’s the pussy?”
“Sean is doing really well but I would appreciate it if you didn’t think of him as the pussy. He’s got a name and he’s really nice when you get to know him.”
“You see, that’s where you and I will always have differing opinions. I see Sean for what he really is.”
“Really? You think you know my best friend more than I do?” she asked.
“Sweetheart, you know the Sean he gives you. The fake little show he puts on for you. Believe me, I’m a guy and I’ve seen the real dude hiding underneath, and he’s not pretty.”
She turned to look at him to see if he was lying.