Page 61 of Something So Strong

Exiting my room, I walk straight to his door. There’s rustling behind it, but it abruptly stops when I stare directly at the spyhole.

Resisting the urge to blow him a kiss, I wave instead and hold the note up by my face. Ducking out of sight, I pop back up and wiggle my empty hands before strutting away, none the wiser as to whether he was actually watching me or not. But I can dream. It’s one of the few things every person is allowed to do.

“You want some more?” Candace asks, swirling the bottle of schnapps in my direction.

“Are you a filthy whore?” I ask precociously and snatch the bottle from her. Holding it up towards the moon, I check how much is left before tapping its base on Millie’s thigh. “You first.”

“No thanks, I’m done.” Changing her position, she moves from the utility pole to sit on the ground—stretching her legs out and resting her head back on the wood beside me. “I promised Josh I’d go to church with his family in the morning… Boring.”

“It’s your bed,” I tell her as I unscrew the bottle’s lid and, in three large gulps, swallow down the rest of the evening’s alcohol.

“Hey!” Laura stands, steps over Millie’s legs, and smacks me in the forehead. “Why didn’t you offer me some more first?”

“Sorry,” I chuckle as she slaps me multiple times on the arms and chest. “Here.” I catch her wrists and tug her down towards me. She’s only a few inches closer, but it’s enough to drive her crazy. “Why don’t you kiss me? I’ve still got the taste on my tongue.”

Even in the cloudy night, there’s enough starlight breaking through for me to see her neck move as she gulps, pauses, and contemplates if this is the time she’ll be brave enough to take me up on my empty threats.

“Trevor will never know,” Amy spurs on from beside Candace.

Laura kneels between my spread knees and initiates a game of chicken. “I’m ready.”

Releasing her wrists, I press my index finger beneath her chin and raise it towards me. “You know I’m the one who’ll pay for this if he ever finds out.”

Laura’s hands find my thighs and slowly creep upward. “He’ll never know if you don’t tell him.”

I lean in so close I hear her gasp. “What about your other besties?”

She takes in a shaky breath. “Promise you won’t tell,” she asks Millie, Candace, and Amy—her lips trembling as she speaks.

These girls are so easy to unravel, I almost feel sorry for them.

Well… I mean, I do feel sorry for them.

As if growing up in the middle of nowhere isn’t bad enough, their boyfriends aren’t supplying them with adequate, boredom-evicting satisfaction. Not that I can offer them anything more. They just think I can. They think my cockiness is proof of my experience. But the reality is that I’m two centimeters away from my first kiss.

It’s ironic. My four closest friends have been getting dicked down for ages, and then there’s me—the guy they all want but has no sexual interest in them. Or… anyone, to be honest. I don’t know if my father’s relentless accusations have made me carnally stunted, or if my general apathy towards the world around me has spread into the pleasure centers of my brain because nothing other than the prospect of getting hosed ignites any joy.

Still, it would be nice to know I’ve had my tongue down the throat of his girlfriend the next time Trevor decides to take out his aggression on me. Come to think of it, I should line the four of them up and let them play tag team with me. They’ll have their fun, and maybe their boyfriend’s fists won’t hurt so much next time.

“I’m not playing this time, Laura. If you think this is something you’ll regret, I suggest you back out now.”

“Not a fucking chance.” Laura’s words puff against my lips before she kisses me, and I freeze—her slightly open mouth daring mine to move.

“Woo!” the others cheer as I tilt my head and slide my hand over Laura’s cheek until it’s sitting behind her ear. Her lips feel soft against mine, but cold. I want to make her warm. I want her heart to race as fast as mine is right now. So I lick them. Laura lets out a satisfied little pant and wraps her arms around my waist, pulling our bodies together until I can feel her trying to grind herself against me. No longer tender, my hand grips the back of her neck as the other gropes her ass.

“Fuck,” Candace exhales.

“I know,” Amy agrees.

“That’s enough,” Millie says with an almost jealous tone as she pushes Laura away from me.

“Piss off.” Laura pushes her back and reaches for my waist again. I clamp my arms around her, desperate for more of whatever the fuck is coursing through me.

“Quit being a slut.”

“Quit being jealous that I was the first to kiss him.”

“Both of you shut the fuck up,” I snap at them and slide my hands up Laura’s back, ready to kiss her again. But I’m interrupted by the blasting of a horn.

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