But…
“Oh, Rae,” he growled.
Our lips kept connecting, cutting off our words. I wanted to taste more of him. Feel more of him. His tongue felt like silk and his body ignited an electrical storm in my mind. I couldn't think. Couldn't breathe. Couldn’t process anything else other than the feel of his lips.
Which felt fantastic.
All at once, he whipped me around. My back lay against the couch cushions, my legs spreading to accommodate him. He fell against me, like a weighted blanket, comforting me as his hands explored what they wanted. He sucked on my lower lip and I arched into him, feeling fire rush through my veins as my legs began trembling. I slid his leather jacket away from his shoulders, not wanting any layers separating us any longer.
Even though I was still upset with him.
His words were punctuated with kisses. “I. Choose. You.”
I sighed. “Say it again.”
“I. Choose. You. Rae.”
I moaned as his lips fell to my breasts. The way he stripped me of my clothes seemed effortless. The way our clothes mingled on the floor was like a song to our ever-uniting bodies. The warmth of his skin made me shiver. The heat of his tongue iced me over. I slid my hands down his back, feeling the pebbled muscles underneath his taut skin rolling for me as he sank in between my legs again. Our bodies clad in nothing.
Except one another.
He grinned. “And here I thought you hated my guts.”
I scoffed. “Oh, don’t get me wrong. I still hate your guts.”
“Uh huh.”
“I really do. You’re a dick who pulled a dick move today. I hope you know that.”
He nodded slowly. “I do. And you should hate me. You should always hate the kind of person I am.”
“Now, get back down here and let me taste you again.”
That cheeky little grin crawled across his face as I fisted his hair. I brought him back down to me, allowing his tongue to fill my mouth. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him close, rolling my hips against him and feeling him growing against me. His hands ran over my waist, massaging my hips, exploring my thighs, cupping my breasts. I rolled us off the couch as my giggles filled the back of his throat. He held on tightly to me, catching me as I fell on top of him. And with a grunt, I straddled him. Placed my hands against his chest and leaned up to get a good look at him.
I smiled. “Wouldn't hurt so much if you hadn’t gotten your ass beat.”
He shot up, wrapping his arms around me. “You should see the other guys.”
“Guys, huh? Sounds hot.”
“You into that sort of thing?”
“Guess you’ll never know.”
He smiled before our lips collided again, only this time his hand slid through my hair. He pulled my head back, exposing my neck as he kissed down my skin. His teeth raked along my pulse point. I felt myself warming for him. Wetting for him. Ready for him. I whimpered as he kissed down the valley of my breasts, making his way to the pert peaks before he stopped.
I panted. “Clint.”
He cupped the back of my head, slowly raising my head up until our eyes connected.
I paused. “What is it?”
His thumb smoothed along the tendrils of my hair. “You mean a lot to me.”
I saw the sincerity in his eyes as he brought our foreheads together. I closed my eyes, feeling him slowly moving once more. He held tightly onto my body as he whipped me around, placing my back against the carpeted floor. I gazed into his eyes as he reached between our bodies. I licked my lips as I felt him seated against my entrance. I nodded softly, letting him know it was all right. And all at once, he filled me, shaking me against the carpet as our bodies became one.
“Clint, yes.”
But he only shook his head before our lips fell together again.
I wrapped myself around him, holding on for dear life as he rolled against me. My legs locked around his waist. My arms went around his neck. I kissed his shoulder and nibbled his neck, allowing him the opportunity to take me to heights I’d never experienced before. He rolled faster, thrusting harder, stroking parts of me he hadn’t touched yet. And as my eyes rolled back, I arched into him. I felt it coming, bubbling up. And the faster he moved, the more prone I was to succumbing to his assault.
His beautiful, salacious assault.
“Yes. Yes. Clint. Oh, shit. Clint, yes! Right there! Right there!”
“That’s it, Rae. Let go. Do it for me, beautiful.”
“Oh. Shit.”
The words came out as whimpers. Broken syllables that fell from my lips. I felt myself vibrating around him, clamping down on him as the whole of my body lost control. He didn’t stop, though. His face dropped to my neck and he kept on going. Kept on filling me. Kept on rolling and thrusting as I raked my nails up and down his arms, trying my best not to blow through the roof in ecstasy. I locked myself around him and managed to roll him over. I straddled him, my hands pressed once again into his chest. I gazed into his eyes as I swiveled my hips, feeling his hands grip them, guiding me. Teaching me with his movements how to please him. How to make him feel good.
How to make him soar.
“That’s it, Rae. Perfect.”
“Clint. I want you to feel good, too.”
He reached up, cupping my cheek. “I always feel good when I’m around you.”
I fell against his body, his hands cupping my ass cheeks. Our tongues twined together as I rested against him, feeling him hold me while he thrust. His hips rose, filling me and releasing me. Filling me and releasing me. And soon, I was on my back again, my legs in the air and tossed over his shoulder before he bent me in half.
“Oh, fuck!”
He grinned. “There’s the spot you love so much.”
“Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.”
“You’ll say my name before it’s all over.”
The world slowly tunneled. All I saw was his face. All I felt was his body. All I knew was the scent and sounds and smells of him. My heart surged with delight. My soul welled with a happiness I’d never experienced before. And suddenly, I felt myself come alive. For the first time in my entire life, I knew what it felt like to be praised. Enjoyed. Cherished. Wanted. As my knees pressed into my chest and Clint drove himself deep into my body, I knew what it felt like to be prized.
I drew in a shuddering breath. “Thank you, Clint.”
He ceased his movements and I opened my eyes. Well, the tunneling lifted as the electricity let go of its grip on my brain. His brow furrowed deeply as he rested there, on the backs of my legs. I smiled as I lifted my head to capture his lips softly before I nuzzled my nose against his.
“For what?” he asked.
I giggled. “For making me feel important.”
My legs slid from his shoulders and his hands found mine. I lay there, our fingers threaded together as he pinned them above my head. Our eyes connected and didn’t let go. Our hips moved in tandem and didn’t let up. We breathed one another’s air and shared one another’s pleasure. I bucked when he rocked, and I jumped when he thrust.
And soon, we fell over the edge together.
With each other’s names being chanted like breathless prayers on the cusp of the wind.
34
Clinton
I stood on Rae’s porch. “You sure this is something you wanna do?”
She shrugged. “Why not?”
“I mean, we could still take my bike. Ride in like a couple of badasses.”
“Or we could park it here and walk to school. Giving us a little more time to spend with one another.”
“Rae…”
“What?”
I sighed. “You know Allison and Michael aren’t going to want to talk to me.”
“We won’t know until we give them a chance, you know.”
“I know this. Michael doesn’t like me.”
“Michael fought alongside you yesterday.”
“Yes, for you. Because you got hurt. Not because of me, or some brotherhood or some shit.”
She rolled her eyes. “Come on. If we don’t get started, we’re going to be late. You can come home with me after school and get your bike.”
I grinned. “Oh, really now? Will your mother be home?”
All she did was giggle, giving me an answer that suddenly made me want this entire school day to be over.
We walked hand in hand through her neighborhood, and I got a good look at it. There was trash lying around in the streets. The lawns were filled with dirt and mud rather than freshly-trimmed grass. The homes had crooked porches and dilapidated roofs. Rae and her mother honestly lived in the best house on the block. Which still wasn’t saying much. It gave me a glimpse into the life Rae led. The dark shadows that shrouded this place. The smell that hung in the air around the homes, no matter how hard the wind blew.
But, once we got to the exit of the neighborhood, I paused.
“What is it, Clint?”
I licked my lips. “This could ruin my image, you know? Walking to school with some girl. Not riding in on my bike waiting for all the girls to flock to me. It’s hard work being a bad boy, you know.”
She snickered. “Well, your image sucks and could do with some damaging.”
But when I looked down into her eyes, I knew she understood how sincere my words were. This was a big step for me. Something different. Something I didn’t know how to navigate. And she gave my hand a comforting squeeze before leading the way. We started out of her neighborhood, holding hands tightly as we walked up the block. Hell, even the sidewalk changed from a darker tinted, cracked concrete to the nice, white, smooth concrete I’d taken advantage of my entire life.