Page 105 of Hurts So Good

“Sorry about that, baby,” he smirked, his eyes wild. “You know how the team is. We have to support each other in everything.” He rolled up the window.

I muttered some confirmation even though I had no clue what the fuck he was talking about. We cheerleaders did nothing of the sort. I would never cheer one of them on during sex the way these jocks did each other.

His hand back up my top, Jeremy palmed my breast, his eyes hot and heavy, right back into the mood. Before I could lean into his lukewarm touch, a different scream pierced the night.

Jeremy chuckled. “Looks like they have the right idea.”

Ew, barf. The longer I sat in this car, the more I didn’t want to do this. Also, those screams didn’t sound right. They didn’t sound like cries of pleasure, but of pain.

I pulled his hand away, stopping him from groping me. “Something is wrong, Jeremy.”

“You’re just nervous,” he assured. “I will take care of you. Promise.”

“No, Jeremy.” I pushed him off as he tried to get me on my back again. “Listen.”

Was that another scream?

“Don’t you hear that? It sounds like a horror movie out there.”

Jeremy rolled back into the driver’s seat. “If you’re so worried, let’s go check it out. Once you see people fucking, maybe your frigid ass will get back in the mood.”

CHAPTER TWO

“You don’t have to be an asshole about it,” I muttered.

“Just tired of being left with blue balls, Samara.”

I scoffed, offended. It’s not like I hadn’t jacked him off before or something. Fucking prick.

Jeremy snatched his jersey from the backseat but didn’t bother to button up his jeans as he stepped out into the fall air with no shirt on. After he pulled his top over his head, he leaned down and snapped his fingers at me.

“Let’s go, chop-chop. We ain’t got all night.”

With a roll of my eyes, I scrambled over to the driver seat and got out.

He didn’t bother to close his car door. Rather, he grabbed my upper arm and stomped off like a petulant child, dragging me behind him.

I was really starting to rethink giving Jeremy my virginity. We had been dating all year, true, and I was tired of not being in the same place as my peers in terms of sexual experience, but this asshole was starting to really piss me off.

“Stop,” I demanded, pulling back. My white Converse cheer shoes were being ruined by the dirty terrain. “My sneakers.”

“You should have changed after the pep rally,” he muttered.

The pep rally had been more of an excuse for officials to get students together for a safety lecture than to encourage school spirit. But who had time to change? After the assembly, the cheer squad had to work a booth at the church harvest festival to raise money for the varsity football team. We cheerleaders painted kids’ faces all afternoon so Jeremy and friends could have funds for new equipment and shit. Fucking ungrateful.

Jeremy bypassed the eerily quiet cars to home in on the one rocking side to side at the end of the row. As we approached, the moaning got louder. I recognized the souped-up Miata as his best friend’s car. Ugh. Mitchell was such a douchebag.

“That’s what I’m talking about.” Jeremy said.

“I think I want to go home,” I replied.

“Fuck you, Samara. I’m at least getting a blowjob out of this. You promised me pussy, but I’ll settle for a little head.” He suddenly stopped and rapped hard on the back window. “You lucky bastard!” he called to Mitchell.

I tried to pull out of Jeremy’s grasp, but he wouldn’t release his hold. Instead, he leaned against Mitch’s trunk and used his free hand to whip out his dick.

“What the fuck!”

“What,” he chuckled. “No one is paying attention. They’re busy doing their own thing.”

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