Page 18 of Four Simple Rules
“Now, should we crash?” I ask, pointing to her queen-sized bed.
Blake gives me a sharp nod, waving a hand for me to climb in under the covers. For years we’ve slept like this. Since Gavin, at least. And her mom. She needs me as much as I need her on these lonely nights when nothing fills the void.
Just us. Only us.
With her eyes glued to me and a blush on her cheeks, I pull my t-shirt over my head. Her eyelashes flutter when she looks away, clearing her throat. Every night I do this, I feel my control slipping more and more. I hold her close every night, praying she doesn’t feel the evidence of my arousal digging into her backside.
“I’m decent,” I tease, crawling up her bed and plopping down, staring at the ceiling.
“You’re never decent,” she quips, clicking her lamp off. With ease, she pulls the covers over the two of us, leaving us in the dark of her room.
“I am sometimes, aren’t I?” I ask, snuggling into her side.
She gives me a breathy laugh, snuggling into me, too. “Only here,” she murmurs.
“I’m sorry, Tulip,” I whisper, pain cracking my voice. “I know…”
“No,” she says suddenly, stopping me in my tracks. “You don’t know how bad it hurts. I’m a stranger to you in public. But here? Here I’m...”
“My everything,” I choke out, burying my face in her neck. The sweet smell of her lotion infiltrates my nose, and shivers roll down my spine. “You mean everything to me at all times, Tulip. Please…”
“But you can’t show me an ounce of kindness at school? You ran my best friend out of town. You shoved Twinkies in her locker and laughed in her face! You put that note on her back that said, ‘You can put lipstick on a pig, but it’s still a pig. Fatten up with some sweets. Oink! Oink!’” she huffs, moving away from me. “Some days, I can’t stand to look at you, and then you roll through my window like a completely different person, Jesse.”
The way she utters my name with such confusion has my heart pounding double time. I’m losing my best friend, the one person who sees the real me, and it’s killing me on the inside.
“Tulip,” I beg, grabbing her face between my palms and pulling her so close our breaths mingle. “You know I do that for your protection. Look at what they did to her! That could be you! You could be in their sights because of me!”
“Or you could protect me from them!” she growls, attempting to remove herself from my grip, but I don’t let her. “You could be the one to stand up to them and tell them to leave me alone.”
If they bothered her, I don’t know what I would do. I’ve steered them out of her vicinity many times. Especially since Olivia went away to only God knows where. My Tulip has been tight-lipped about the entire situation. And the worse part? My friends did that. They ran her out of town. And if they got their hands on my sweet Tulip, they’d ruin her.
“Tulip, please. You know we only have like a month left. Then summer…”
“Then what?” she asks, staring into my eyes. Defiance and agitation pour from every molecule inside her body. She’s fucking pissed at me. As she should be. And I’m desperate to fuck it out of her. “What are you going to do? Magically stop going to parties? Stop hanging out with them for me? I don’t think…”
The more Blake speaks, the less I have control over my urges pouring through me and begging me to claim what’s mine. Damn the consequences of my actions. Damn tomorrow and my friends. Blake Sarah Reynolds is mine, and I’m about to show her how much she really means to me.
Without further thought, I pound my lips into hers, effectively shutting her up. Angry breaths pour from her nose when I pull back, staring into her hazel eyes.
“Just shut up, Tulip,” I say breathlessly, pecking her lips again. “Shut up, or I’ll make you.”
Her body shudders against mine, wanting to pull away. “Then make me,” she snarls one last time, chipping away entirely at my control.
I’m finished. Done. Nothing is stopping me from doing this anymore. She’s mine. All fucking mine, and I’m going to prove to her tonight.
I lock my lips on hers, pulling her tightly against me again. My dick throbs, brushing right at her clothed center, begging for entry. Her fingernails dig deep into my shoulder, clinging on as my tongue sweeps into her mouth. I groan as she twirls her tongue with mine without coordination.
Fuck. Right. She’s a virgin. Just like me. I’ve saved myself for this moment for years, despite the girls throwing themselves at me. My dick twitches again at the thought of her tight pussy wrapping around my cock and squeezing it. I’ve waited for this moment for so long, and I’m not giving it up for anything.
No matter what.
“I’ll be gentle,” I groan, running my fingertips up her stomach and toward her chest. The moment I run my fingers over her hard nipples, I swear I cum in my pants. “Fuck, Tulip. Are you ready for me? Do you want this?”
Please say yes. Please tell me you’re ready for this. I can’t hold back much longer without combusting in my boxers.
She throws her head back when my lips run down her neck. “Yes,” she moans when I lift her shirt over her head and throw it the fuck away. “Jesse!” I swear when my name leaves her sweet lips, heaven rains down on me.
“Say it again,” I whisper, licking at her collarbone, slowly making my way toward her gorgeous, heaving tits desperate to break out of her bra and expose themselves to me. I watch her every movement as I peel both cups down, revealing the most perfect pair of tits I’ve ever seen. “You’re the most beautiful girl in the world,” I murmur, taking her nipple into my mouth and humming at the taste of them.
