Page 111 of Pucking Revenge

“Stop teasing me with your glitter dick.” Hall groans. “I get it. I’m not as cool as you.”

“We need to move out of this place,” I grumble, pushing Sara along.

She laughs. “I don’t know. It’s kind of quaint. It’s like they’re sending you off. Real teamwork there.”

“Make sure you don’t come back with your Skittles!” War hollers as we round the corner.

She unlocks her door, but before she steps inside, she turns back to me, her expression soft. “We don’t have to do anything tonight.”

That feeling in my chest from earlier squeezes tighter, washing away any thought of the idiots outside. Words she’s not ready to hear dance on the tip of my tongue, but I swallow them down.

“It should be special.” She slides her jacket off, avoiding my gaze.

“It’s special because it’s you.” My voice comes out far stronger than I feel.

Sara hangs her jacket up and finally focuses on me. Whatever she sees in my expression has her smiling one second, and in the next, she’s pressing me against the wall with one palm, lifting up on her toes and kissing me softly.

“Okay, give me a few minutes. Just um—watch Pacey or something.”

I laugh and drop a peck to her lips. “You want me to cry the first time we have sex?”

A teasing glint sparkles in her eye. “Oh Saint, you’ll definitely be crying, but there won’t be any tears involved.”

She disappears into her bedroom before I can come up with a cocky response. It’s probably for the best. I’m a thirty-year-old virgin. I’ve got nothing to be cocky about.

You won’t be a thirty-year-old virgin much longer, that cocky asshole inside me says. He sounds kind of like Aiden.

With a chuckle, I settle on her couch and turn on the television, though I don’t turn on Dawson’s Creek, despite Sara’s suggestion. I prefer to watch it with her anyway.

I twiddle my thumbs for a solid twenty minutes, doing my best to tamp down on my racing thoughts, before she finally calls to me from her bedroom, her voice soft.

TV turned off again and remote put back in its place, I wipe my hands down my pants and heave myself up. As I amble slowly toward her room, I focus on breathing steadily, trying to get my head on straight.

The instant I push open the door, I know it’s no use. This girl is my undoing. Sara is perched on the bed in nothing but my jersey, wearing a coy smile, her blue hair highlighted by the soft glow of the candles she’s strategically lit throughout the room.

“You’re gorgeous.” My voice is nothing but a rasp. She’s stolen the air from my lungs.

“And you are everything I’ve ever wanted.” There’s a vulnerability in her tone. A raw honesty.

God, I like her unscripted like this. The crazy girl who owns my heart. My life changed the moment she entered it, and it’s about to change again. Not because of sex. Not because I’ll no longer be a virgin. But because after tonight, there’ll be no denying it. She’s the one.

I clear my throat to once again rein in those rambling thoughts, then pull my shirt over my head.

“God, that’s hot,” she murmurs.

When I look up from where I’ve draped my sweater over the bench, she’s sliding her fingers close to what I now can see is her bare pussy.

“What is?” I get to work on my belt next, but I can’t tear my focus from her.

“The way you took off your sweater. With one hand. Fuck. Brooks, do you have any idea how gorgeous you are? All you have to do is breathe, and I’m ready to combust.”

I smirk, and pride rises in me. It’s nice to hear that she’s as obsessed as I am.

“Oh yeah? What are some of the things you like?” Fully naked now, I stalk to the bed and kneel beside her.

She watches my every move, rubbing soft circles against her clit. Rather than wait for an answer, I grasp her hips and slide my jersey up her torso a bit so I can have a better view of what she’s doing.

“I like when you fuck me with your tongue.”

---