Page 12 of The Prom

I can’t comprehend how that would work and he shrugs. “There is one bank account in town and it’s the Chambers. The president accepts all the income into it and pays each family the same monthly wage regardless of who contributes the most or least. We are given enough to exist on, pay the bills, groceries, and any small items we require. The town provides what else we need.”

“How?”

I’m fascinated by this and he sighs. “If we need money for, say, a new car, or horse, animals, or repairs, we go before a committee where they decide whether we are eligible for the money. It’s a controlled community to keep sin from our door and subsequently our freedom is also under scrutiny.”

“I’m sorry, Jesse, it sounds–” my words falter because I don’t have the right ones to describe how awful that place is and he smiles. “It’s okay. It’s all I’ve ever known until I came here and met the guys. It opened my eyes and made me realize I want more. I don’t want to be controlled, Imogen. I will make my own way in life through my choices, not theirs.”

“I understand that, Jesse. What will you do?”

He continues to stroke my face and leans forward, his lips resting against mine, and whispers, “I’m not going back. Frankie has assured me of a job with him and I’m taking him up on the offer.”

“What job?” My breathing comes faster as Jesse’s touch sends sparks through my body and he brushes his lips against mine and whispers huskily, “It’s best you stop your questions there, Imogen, because you may not like the answer your receive.”

Before I can process that, his lips caress mine softly, almost leisurely, creating something inside me I never knew was there. I forget about Mr. Bellingham, I forget that I’m uncertain about Jesse. All I can think of is that this isn’t enough.

I like it. I want more and I am so ready to dive into the deep end and see if I can swim or not.

Jesse groans against my lips and presses in deeper, his tongue searching for mine as he claims it in a delicious dance inside my mouth. His hand drops and fists my hair and as he deepens the kiss, I tremble inside. I shift closer and his other hand reaches underneath my top and as it connects with my bare skin, I moan into his mouth, his fingers rough against my soft skin, applying pressure as his thumb searches for my aching nipple. He cups my breast in his hand and rolls the nipple with his thumb and as I return the favor, I push his t-shirt upward, my fingers caressing the hard muscles of his taut body.

He shifts and presses me further down onto the mattress, his hands wandering, lifting the fabric away from my skin, exploring with a lazy urgency that tells me his intentions far more than words.

My pussy is throbbing as his hand moves lower and slips inside my sweatpants, tugging them down, his fingers inching inside my panties, brushing against my throbbing clit.

“Jesse, I–”

He kisses my neck, sucking the soft skin and as his finger dives inside me, I moan his name, “Jesse, oh God.”

I arch my body toward him as he pulls down his jeans, just enough to free his hard cock that lies rigid against my stomach.

It doesn’t escape me that we are still fully dressed, only our pants pushed down enough to offer unrestricted access to something I have yet to experience.

His low groan tells me he wants this as much as I do, and as his cock presses against my aching pussy, he whispers, “Wait a minute.”

I hear rustling and with one hand he wraps his cock and then it suddenly dawns on me what his intentions are.

“Jesse, I’m–”

It’s as if realization is an icy bucket of water drenching my libido as I face up to the fact this is going way too fast and as he presses against my pussy, I shake my head, “I don’t–”

“Relax, baby.” He kisses away my concerns and I shift under him, my hands pushing against his chest.

“No, I–”

“It’s okay, baby, this is what we both want. It will bring us closer.”

“No, I, um–”

My words fade into a scream as that cold bucket of water comes to life and icy water rains down on Jesse’s parade, courtesy of the sprinklers.

“What the fuck!”

Jesse pulls back as the heavens open above us and I take my chance and push him away, pulling up my sweatpants and swinging my legs to the side of the bed.

“What’s happening?”

Jesse dives to the window and says in disbelief, “It appears that Willow Tree House is being evacuated.”

I hear screams and hobble to the window, witnessing my fellow house members diving through the front door out into the yard in various states of undress.

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