“Great? This was a miraculous experience. I’ve never come that hard in my life, dude.”
While this would’ve been the part where I interjected with my nightly escapades, I found myself playing my cards close to my chest. I didn’t want to tell Roy what I’d gotten up to last night. I didn’t want to confide in him all the dirty, nasty secrets of the night. Usually, I did. The two of us went back and forth, until one of us outdid the other for the day. But I didn’t feel like I could confide in him with what happened between me and Rae.
It felt wrong, for some reason.
“So, please tell me you left some marks behind on her body, too. Because that’s a pretty bitch-ass thing for you to be marked up and for her to not be,” I said.
He snickered. “She was all over me, dude. I got my marks in, but make no mistake. She couldn't keep her paws and her lips off me. She gobbled my cock down with ease before we even got started. I didn't even have to warm her up.”
“Hell yeah, Roy. That’s the way to do it.”
“Marina sure is a giver. And I think I’m gonna keep her around for a little while.”
I grinned. “Sex really that good?”
“Have you been listening to me at all? The sex is fantastic. I mean, yeah, she’s a bit thin. But I like ‘em thin. Less to push away to get to the holes I really want.”
I shook my head. “Nope. After I’m done, I want to fall against my girl and feel her catch me with her softness.”
“You’ve always been attracted to fatties. I don’t get that.”
“Not fatties, Roy. Just those girls with a little more to give is all. Trust me, if you ever feel a pair of soft thighs wrapped around your waist, you’ll never go back.”
“No, thanks. If her thighs rub together, you can count me out. You know how badly pussy smells after thighs have been rubbing against it all damn day? Fucking hell, no thank you.”
I chuckled. “Pussy stinks anyway. Get over it, or don’t eat it.”
He shrugged. “Marina’s don’t stink. I don’t know what the fuck she does do it, but it smells like fucking candy and roses, man. Keeps it bare for me, too. I mean, every inch of her is just smooth as ice cream. When I do feel like going down on her, I’m there for a while. Especially since she lets me do practically whatever I want if I can make her come a few times with my tongue.”
“A few times? Let’s not overstate now.”
“What? Okay, okay. Three times with my tongue. The most I’ve ever done.”
“On Marina? Or in general?”
He grinned. “Not enough detail for you yet?”
As Roy launched into yet more stories about his girlfriend, my mind drifted back to Rae. I wondered if she’d gotten home okay last night. If I’d see her again, privately. I thought forward to Monday, and whether or not things might be weird at school. Would she acknowledge me? Would it be business as usual? Was she embarrassed that she’d slept with me?
I found myself hoping she wasn’t embarrassed at all. In fact, I found myself hoping we could actually be civil.
Maybe even kind to one another.
“Earth to Clint, you there?”
I shook my head. “Sorry. I was drowning in the boring stories of your sexual escapades.”
He gawked. “Boring? Boring!? You call fucking my girlfriend in her parents’ bed four times boring?”
“No, I call it nasty. Because that’s their marital bed. All they do is fuck in it. So now, technically, you’ve fucked Marina, her mother, and her father. Because you know their shit’s all over that mattress.”
He paused. “Holy fuck, I need to shower again.”
And as I threw my head back with laughter, Roy scampered off into his house. Readying himself for the scrub-down of the century.
Which gave my mind more time to drift back to Rae.
17
Raelynn
I drew in a deep breath before knocking on Allison’s front door. I’d barely gotten any sleep last night, and I needed to talk with my best friend. But not Michael. Holy shit, Michael would kill me if he knew what had happened.
“Hey there, Rae! Come in, come in. You hungry? There’s still some leftover breakfast.”
Allison’s mother was an absolute ray of sunshine. I smiled at her as I walked through the door she held open for me, feeling the cool air conditioning of their home envelop me. I had to hold back tears. I was more emotional than I’d ever felt in my life, and I sure as hell didn’t want to be explaining to Mrs. Denver why I had come to her house crying.
“We’ve got biscuits, some eggs that are still warm, sausage I can reheat—”
“I’m actually not hungry. But thank you, Mrs. Denver,” I said.
She quirked an eyebrow. “You? Not hungry? You feeling okay, Rae?”
I snickered. “Just had a big breakfast at my house is all.”
She looked at me for a long time and I prayed she bought the lie. And even though I figured she knew I was lying, she didn’t call me out on it. She simply nodded her head and walked off, calling for Allison as she got to the bottom of the staircase.
I shoved my hands into my pockets, hoping to conceal their trembling.
“Allison! Rae’s here, honey!”
“Coming, Mom!”
“Thanks, Mrs. Denver. I appreciate it,” I said.
She smiled. “Anytime. You know you’re always welcome.”
I nodded. “I know.”
“And if there’s anything you ever want to talk about, just know it stays between us. Okay?”
I smiled softly. “I really appreciate that. Thank you.”
Allison came bounding down the steps with her blond hair up in a bun. She grabbed my hand and tugged me back upstairs, dragging me. Step by step. We stumbled into her room and she closed the door, and the smell of nail polish remover wafted heavily under my nose.
“I figured since we couldn't paint our nails last night, we could do it now. I mean, Michael isn’t here. But we can still do it. Right?”
I furrowed my brow. “Did you set all this out before you came down?”
She snickered. “Not a chance. I just started to change out my own nail polish when Mom yelled that you were here. I figured it was a nice coincidence.”
She flopped down onto the floor, then reached for my wrists. She dragged me with her, and together, we picked out our next nail color. She dropped her feet into my lap before she handed me the pale pink color she wanted on her toes. She’d already cleaned the nail polish off them once, leaving me a dry and alcohol-soaked canvas for which to do my shoddy work.
Which gave me some time to gather my thoughts.
“Did something happen with your mother?”
I shook my head. “No. Not at all. I mean, yes. But that’s not why I came over.”
Allison sighed. “D.J. again?”
I rolled my eyes. “When is it ever not D.J.?”
“What did he do?”
“The usual. Fighting. Mom threw something against the wall at him. Things got heated. I ended up sneaking out of my window and heading to the park last night.”
“Why in the world didn’t you come here? You could’ve stayed overnight instead of going back home after all that mess.”
I paused. “I didn’t go home until this morning.”
“Oh?”
I bit my bottom lip. “I stayed with Clint last night.”
Allison yanked her foot away. “You did what now?”
“It’s not—”
“How in the world did you end up there?”
I sighed. “He found me at the park. Did you know his father slaps him around?”
“Who in the world cares what his father does? How did you end up at his house overnight? Wait a second. Did you—?”
I slowly looked up at her and her eyes bulged.
“You didn’t.”
“It just sort of happened, Allison. I’m still not completely sure what happened.”
She scoffed. “An alien took over your body. That’s what happened. Are you serious? You slept with Clint Clarke?”
My face fell. “Let’s say that a little louder. I don’t think the rest of the block heard.”
“Does Michael know?”
“Hell no! Michael doesn’t know, and he won’t know.”
Allison nodded. “Good. Because after that fight, he’d kill you if he found out.”
“Yeah. I know.”
I screwed the cap back onto the nail polish and tossed it to the ground. I put my head in my hands, trying to steady my breathing as tears rushed my eyes. Allison’s hand came down against my back, drawing small circles with her palms. I drew in a deep breaths as my heartrate skyrocketed. Every time I thought back to last night, my hands trembled. My heart stuttered.
And I still didn’t know if it was a good or bad thing.
Allison kissed the side of my head. “Tell me what happened.”
I shrugged. “I don’t know what happened. That’s the issue. We talked for a little bit. I found out why he’s such a dick all the time. He was kind enough to try and get my mind off D.J. and all that shit. And then, we were in his bedroom and I lost control of myself.”
“There’s gotta be more to this, Rae.”
I shook my head. “There really isn’t. One minute we were talking about our shitty parents, then the next minute he was kissing me and I didn’t want him to stop. It was just—”