“You should be thanking me. If Aubrey hadn't called to let me know you were with Springfield's favorite creeper, who knows what that creep would have done. Dennis-fucking-Kamp.” He shook his head. “Fucking prick.”
Finally, I couldn’t shut up any longer.
“You didn’t save me from anything I couldn’t handle,” I snapped. “And even if you did, you’ve managed to humiliate me again in the process, which is worse than anything Dennis Kamp was going to do to me in that car.”
James mouth fell open and his eyes went wide. I was almost afraid he would drive us off the road his shock was so big. “How could I have possibly humiliated you?”
I shook my head. “Don’t act dumb. It doesn't become you,” I mimicked one of his favorite expressions and rolled my eyes. “What do you think Dennis is going to say about what happened? That he was being grabby and my big brother came in and stopped him from date raping me?” I let out a short bark of a laugh. “No. I’ll just be a slut or a tease or whatever terrible thing he can think to say about me to make himself look better now that you humiliated him.”
“He won’t say anything,” James said. “Not if he likes walking, anyway.”
“Would you just stop? He's going to say whatever he has to to keep his reputation.” I sighed and leaned back in my chair, incredulous. “I mean, who do you think you are? I didn’t ask you to do me any favors. God knows I’ve learned not to do that over the years.”
James glanced over at me. We were the only ones on the road and his headlights were the only light for miles.
“Ok, now you’ve lost me. What are you talking about?” he asked.
I laughed, a crazy, shrill, hysterical laugh. There was no way he didn't know what he did to me. It was too intentional, too cruel to be by accident.
“Please tell me you’re kidding? Tell me you’re just trying to make me angry by pretending you don’t even realize how you totally ruined my high school life by being a total jack ass?”
James braked hard, and I fell forward as the car slowed rapidly. It was a good thing there wasn't anyone else on the road, or they would have hit us.
He turned in his seat, dark eyes serious and focused entirely on me. The full weight of his gaze was almost too much to bear. “I’m not trying to piss you off, Allie. I know I wasn’t always the nicest guy with you, but I hardly think you could accuse me of ruining your life.”
I shook my head. My throat tightened. I had wanted to confront him with this for years and now I suddenly had the chance and didn't feel prepared at all. “Do you remember my first day as a freshman? When I asked you for a ride.”
He paused before answering. “Yes,” he said carefully, his eyes never leaving me.
“Well, after you basically treated me like garbage every senior girl decided I was fair game for torture, and after they graduated the junior girls picked up where they left off. I was a game to them. If I told you some of the things they did to me...”
“I was just a stupid kid trying to look cool. I wasn't trying to ruin your life, Allie.”
“I don’t care! And that’s just one example of a thousand others.”
“Well...” He drew in a deep breath, as if it was hard for him to say it. “I’m sorry.”
I laughed in his face. “No, you don’t get to do that.”
“What? I said I was sorry.” Confusion filled his handsome features. “If I really caused you that much pain, I’m truly sorry.”
I stopped, my rage still frothing. But he had thrown me off balance. He actually looked sincere, as if he were really just a clueless idiot that didn’t know any better and felt bad about it now. Hell no, I wasn’t letting him off that easy. He had ruined too much already.
I tried to stoke my anger, to get back on track with my rant. “You don’t get to be a jerk your whole life and just say sorry and everything is better. That’s not how it works, James. You can’t just randomly be nice and think everything is perfect. You can’t just...”
I felt his warm hand on my cheek. He turned my face towards his and he silenced me with his lips.
I pushed him off of me and sla
pped his face. “What the fuck! You can’t...”
He took my face in both his hands again. Leaving no room for argument or escape this time, he crushed my mouth under his.
I gave in, more than willing to melt in his hands as his tongue dipped into my mouth, tasting and teasing mine. I kissed him back, stronger, fiercer, until my lips hurt from being pressed so hard against his. He bit at them playfully, moved his wet lips hungrily across my jaw line, down my neck and back up to kiss and lick my mouth again. I felt the intensity of his need and wanted desperately to reach down and feel for it in those tight blue jeans of his. I was practically humping the air in between us when he finally, unexpectedly, broke the kiss.
I panted, staring at him, feeling my lips swollen, my nipples peaking so hard they hurt, my belly aching with a horrible empty feeling. I wanted him inside of me. But I didn’t want to make love or have sex. I wanted him to fuck me, to feel the weight of his hard body against mine, to feel his marvelous cock thrusting deep into me with his violent desire until he came inside of me again and again.
I squirmed on my seat, waiting for him to grab hold of me, desperate to feel the heat of his touch again.