Page 14 of Big Pucking Deal
Bram rises to his feet and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Are you on birth control Jolie? I would love to feel you squeeze my dick.”
My mouth pops off of her with a loud smack and I bore daggers into Bram. “You fucking serious? You’re not fucking her without suiting up. Get a goddamn condom Bram or get out of here.”
“If she wants me to, I will. I just thought–”
“You didn’t think shit, is the problem. Who knows how many fucking puck bunnies you screwed this week.” I’ve moved to stand in front of him, my back to Jolie as I block Bram from looking at her. “No condom, no sex. Simple as that.”
Bram takes a step back and holds up his hands. “Relax Joaquín. I’ve got it.”
He reaches over to his nightstand and pulls it open, sticking his hand in and coming away with a strip of condoms. He tosses one to me and I examine it. Once this slides on, there’s no turning back. My relationship with Jolie will change forever, for better or worse.
“Are you okay with this, Jo?” I ask her one last time, giving her an out.
She nods and murmurs, “mhm.”
“Is there anything you don’t want to do? We’ll follow your lead.” Jolie chews on her lip, looking from me to Bram nervously. “We can take turns if taking both of us at once is too much.”
She begins flipping her bottom lip in and out of her mouth rapidly, her sign that she has a secret and she’s debating on whether or not she should spill it.
“Um, so…I, uh,” she sits up and crosses her hands over her exposed breasts.
“Spill it, Bunny. I know there’s something you want to say.” Her head falls and I hear a faint whisper spill from her lips. “Can’t hear you, Jo. Say it again.”
Her head pops up, tears in her eyes, and with a wobbly voice she says, “I’ve never had sex before.”
My heart stops and the world quits spinning on its axis. There is no way I heard what she said.
“How is that possible?” I ask, then notice Bram’s face alight with excitement.
There is no fucking way in hell or heaven or outerspace I’m letting that douchebag take what he will never deserve.
“Get your clothes, Jolie. We’re leaving.” I squat down and start picking up her discarded clothing.
“What do you mean you’re leaving? We’ll go slow. It’s no big deal,” Bram says like we’re splitting a cheeseburger.
“It’s a big fucking deal and there is no way you’re taking something that doesn’t belong to you. Get up, Jolie!”
“Who does it belong to, then?” he asks with a snort. “You?”
“You bet your goddamn life it belongs to me.Shebelongs to me.” I shove my leg into my jeans, angrily and fuming that I let itget this far. “She’s been mine since we were seven years old, and I’ll be damned if you lay one more finger on her.”
I toss her leggings on the bed, roll up her sweatshirt and gently pull it over her head. She slips her arms through the sleeves, and her hair stands on end from the friction.
“I can dress myself, Joaquín,” she says.
I look at her and pull her face into my hands. “I know you can, Bunny, but I need to do this.”
I kneel at her feet and guide them through her leggings until she’s clothed. I snatch her underwear and bra and shove them into my pocket, then hold out my hand for her.
“So you’re just going to leave me here like this?” Bram asks, pointing his finger at his dick that is standing at full attention.
I nod with a “Yup. You’ve got two hands. You can figure it out.” I grab my shoes and hand Jolie hers. “Come on, Bunny.”
I lead her out of the room and away from this house. She will never step foot into this house or another one of these parties again.
Not as long as I’m breathing.
THE DRIVEback to Joaquín’s house is quiet. I don’t think either one of us really knows what to say at this point.
