Page 21 of No Romeo
I bet he purrs like Chewbacca when he comes.
Watching her kiss him last night set my ass on fire, and then having her wet body pressed against me in that water…my dick hurt this morning from beating off with Country Peach lotion all night.
I had a good mind to skip—just so I wouldn’t have to be around Medusa and all the snakes wriggling around on her head, but even with the power now on, my house would feel like an inferno. I’d rather suffer through Lola’s shit than roast my nuts off, so I crossed the street and checked into school in time to meet up for a drug deal in the library before lunch.
I slammed the door to my locker, then rounded the corner, running right into Wolf. “You’re going the wrong way.”
“I’m going to sell some weed to Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary.”
“How does her garden grow?” A shit-eating grin spread over his face before he barked out a laugh. “Bald. Because she trims that shit.” He whacked me on the back. “Get her to do that thing where she presses on your taint before you come.” He mimicked a chef’s kiss before he walked off.
But the thing was, I didn’t want Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary, to do anything to my taint. That was what Lola Stevens had done to me; she had dimmed my light to the point I couldn’t even find joy in busting a nut without the help of Country Peach. And that was just sad.
The musty scent of books smacked me in the face like a wet dick when I opened the library door.
I wound through the bookcases to the dust-covered spines of the reference section.
A loud gasp came from the other side of the shelves. “Don’t let Miss Thomas see you with that, Kevin. She’ll tell your mom.”
“Holy shit! This istotallyporn.”
It was two of the weird kids Bell stole tests off of last year. They’d found porn in the school library?
The familiar click of a camera phone sounded. “I’m gonna send this picture of the Reverse Cowgirl’s Helper to Kyle. He can try it on, Lola.”
Try it. On Lola?White-hot, jealous rage burned through me as I shot around the corner of the bookcase.
Kevin sat in the middle of the aisle,The Kama Sutraspread out in his lap, his phone held above it, flash on. He stared up at me, wide-eyed and full of fear.
“Don’t you send that to that sack of shit!”
Kevin’s friend took off screaming through the empty library. But Kevin? He didn’t move. Didn’t blink.
I took a step forward, and when he dropped his phone, I swooped in like a vulture and snatched it.
A text message thread to sack-of-shit Kyle was on the screen.
After last night… maybe you can get Lola to try this. ????
My grip on that phone tightened, the edges of the device cutting into my fingers. “What do you mean,afterlast night?” Last night her legs had been wrapped around my hips in that lake, her nearly bare pussy pressed against my hardening cock.
I jumped in after her. Kyle’s punk ass didn’t, and yet…after last night?
“Is Kyle dating Lola?” I managed through my tightening throat. Because screwing was bad enough, but dating… I’d kill him.
“I think so. I don’t know. Maybe. I-I mean, she’s been sleeping at his house. I can see into his room.” Kevin’s hand flew to his mouth like he wished he could shove those words back down his scrawny throat. “Not that I stare in there or anything. It’s just right next door, and when the light is on and I look out the window, I can’t help but see, and I just—I think she was sleeping in his bed,” he finally wheezed.
An end-the-world nuclear rage blasted through me...
Sleeping in his bed—In motherfucking, sack-of-shit Kyle’s pee-stained bed?
Not one damn thing was sacred between us now. Like hell, I’d let a girlsleepin my bed. I wouldn't even kiss a girl. That was vulnerability. I didn’t have room for actual intimacy. That real estate had been sold years ago to Lola.
Jesus Christ. I couldn’t handle this right now. I stormed out of the library, bursting through the door and telling myself there was no way in hell Lola was actuallydatingKyle Jones.
She’d been friends with him since we were in second grade.
She’d made it her life goal freshman year to get him a girlfriend—which she’d failed to do.
