Page 6 of Boy Next Door at Mountain Creek Ranch
We were making out in my dad's truck. I got caught up in the moment, and instead of saying Josie's name in pleasure, I said Willow's name instead. To say the weeks following that night and leading up to the science fair were awkward is a massive understatement. Mr. Wilks refused Josie’s request for a new partner since he’d already allowed that request before from my mother.
“Or not,” Willow says, reading my expression. “I’m just not ready for everyone in town to be staring at us wherever we go.”
“No, Peterson Pointe sounds perfect.”
I turn down the next road and head in that direction. It only takes us about ten minutes, allowing us to get there before the sun goes down. Thankfully it's a school night, or this place could have had other cars parked here as well.
“I’ve never been up here before,” Willow says.
“Never?”
“Nope.”
“But what about Pete Marzetti during senior year?”
She looks at me, curiously. "WhataboutPete Marzetti during senior year?"
I shake my head, not wanting to answer. I don’t want to be the one to tell her what I heard, but the look she gives me has me spilling my guts.
“During senior year, Pete told everyone he took you up here and got to third base with you.”
Willow’s eyes widen in shock and then flashed red with anger. “That pig! No wonder some of the guys kept asking what it would take to round third.”
My hands clench into fists at my side. I didn’t know that guys had been saying that to her. If I had, they would have met the same fate as Pete.
“If it makes you feel better,” I say through gritted teeth. “I broke his nose when I heard what he was telling people.”
Willow is shocked again by this new discovery.
“Didn’t you ever wonder why in his senior picture he had two faint bruises under his eyes?”
“That was you?” She laughs. “He told me that his brother slammed a door in his face.”
"Something slammed him in the face; it just wasn't his brother slamming a door."
We laugh together, watching the sun dip below the horizon.
“While I don't condone violence, I also don't like it when people make up lies about me behind my back. So, thank you."
“Any time.” I reach out and take her hand in mine again.
They fit together like two puzzle pieces locking in place.How can what I feel for Willow be both so simple and so complicated at the same time?I try not to let myself worry about what is happening outside this truck cab. Right now, I’m here with Willow, and that's the only place I want to be.
WILLOW
I’d like to think that back in high school, Beau didn’t just go around punching guys in the face often. So, the idea that Beau got jealous and punched Pete Marzetti in the face after he heard what Pete was saying thrills me. It’s shouldn’t, but I’d be lying if I said that it didn’t.
I want to kiss Beau so badly. I pull our interlocked hands into my lap. The sensation of his hand touching the bare skin of my thighs has heat pooling there. I look over at him and see the same heat I'm feeling reflecting in the intense look he's giving me.
All at once, we both move. His free arm reaches out for me and pulls me onto his lap. I straddle his thick thighs and settle down on them. His arms wrap around me and pull me towards him, my full breasts pressed against his hard chest. I've dreamed of this moment so many times. I can't believe it's finally happening.
He kisses a trail up my neck and to my ear. “You smell like peaches.”
“It’s my new lotion.” I breathe out. “I got it just for you.”
He chuckles, and I can feel the press of his cock hardening against my aching center. I grind my hips against him, making us both moan in pleasure.
“I never—” he says, as I thrust my hips against him again. “Thought this day—” I thrust again. “Would happen.”
