Shayne unlinks our fingers, pushing on my shoulders to flip our positions. She rolls on top of me, pinning my wrists to the bed like I did hers, her warm, wet pussy against my lower stomach. Her hair falls around us, tickling my chest as she leans down. “If you fuck this up—”
“I won’t.”
“Good.” She shifts her hips, angling her ass until my head is nudged just inside her opening.
“Does this mean you love me, too?”
She slides down, taking me inside her. “You’re the only boy I’ve ever loved.”
“Show me.”
Shayne sits back, bracing her hands on my thighs behind her as she starts to ride me. This position gives me a perfect view of my cock between her lips and I watch, mesmerized, as she slowly slides up and down my length. Her tits bounce once she starts to move her hips faster, and I bring my hands to her waist, slamming her down onto me as I push my hips into her. When I feel her wetness coating me and see her eyes squeeze shut before her head falls back, I know she’s close.
“Fuck, I love you,” I say, bringing my thumb to press against her clit. She tightens around me instantly, her mouth falling open in a silent scream. I feel her contracting around me over and over, milking me, and I can’t help it. I come inside her as she shakes and jerks on top of me.
“Oh my God,” she says, flopping onto my chest, keeping me inside her.
Our bodies are slick with sweat, her cheeks flushed as we lie here, catching our breath. After a few minutes, she starts to trace my tattoo, like she seems to do every time we’re together like this.
Just when I think she’s fallen asleep, she mumbles something that I can’t make out.
“What?”
“Like catching lightning in a bottle.”
Shayne
We’re finally together. It doesn’t feel real, but it feels right. There’s a chance I might regret it one day, but I know if I didn’t give us one more shot, I’d always wonder what if? Thayer picks me up from school every day, making sure to kiss me in front of everyone. People talk, but it’s nothing new.
The more I think about what Grey told us about that night, the more something doesn’t sit right with me. Why was Samuel at the scene so quickly? Knowing what I know about him, I can’t shake the feeling that he’s at the bottom of all of this. I just don’t know how. Christian’s been even more withdrawn than usual, and I know that I need to have a conversation with Thayer. I haven’t told him about what I saw that night in the parking lot, partly because I promised I wouldn’t and was trying to give him the time to do it himself, and partly because it slipped my mind with all of the other chaos unfolding.
I sit at Thayer’s kitchen table with him on one side of me and Holden on the other, my plate of untouched pizza in front of me. Holden’s having people over later, so I feel like it’s better to get it over with now.
“I have to tell you guys something,” I say, picking at my black nail polish. They both pause, exchanging looks. Thayer drops his pizza to his plate, pinning me with an expectant glare.
“The night of Danny’s memorial thing…”
“Spit it out,” Holden says before taking a swig of his beer.
“I went out to the parking lot to find you,” I say to Holden. “But you were already gone.”
“Yeah?”
I nod. “I saw Christian with his dad, and I don’t know what happened or why, but he started beating the shit out of Christian.”
I watch them both for a reaction. Maybe this won’t be a surprise to them. But their faces give nothing away.
“I ran over to help him, and your uncle wasn’t happy that I’d just witnessed it.”
“Did he touch you?” Thayer asks, his voice low and threatening.
“No.” I quickly shake my head. “He was trying to scare me, telling me how this was ‘family business’, but Christian stopped him before he could do anything.”
“Why the fuck are you just now telling me this?”
“Christian asked me not to. He was supposed to tell you himself.” I still don’t know if that was a one-off, or if it’s an ongoing thing. Not that it’s acceptable either way.
“He has been different lately,” Holden muses.