Page 85 of Never You

“I think the janitor’s closet, senior year.”

“That’s not that crazy!” I blurt, thinking back about the many times I took Macy Anderson to the janitor’s closet when I was a freshman in college.

“While he was on the other side. In his office.”

“Wait, what?”

“Oh yeah,” she continues, “our janitor, Mr. Cohen, had his own office. Or, actually, it was more like an office space. There was a desk in it, and a file cabinet, but not much more could fit in. Not sure why he needed an office anyway, but he did. One day, Kyle Sanders and I sneaked in right before lunch and started making out. It couldn’t have been more than ten seconds before we heard Mr. Cohen come in. Kyle peaked through the hole, and apparently, Mr. Cohen was taking out his lunch, getting comfortable. We held quiet for five minutes, but after that, I was done waiting.”

She reveals the words without any shame.

“You had sex in the janitor’s closet with someone on the other side of the door?” I laugh.

“Yup.”

“Damn, I wish we went to high school together.”

“What about you,hockey boy? What is your wildest memory?”

“I once fingerfucked a girl in the queue for Space Mountain at Disney World.”

“You didn’t!” Her head slowly moves up, her bright eyes shocked.

“I did.”

“Jared James Jensen,” she reprimands, bringing that desirable feeling back to my already growing cock. “What about all the kids waiting in line with you?”

I shrug, laughing. “She was wearing a big vest that covered everything up. Besides, she was glued against my chest, so to everyone else, it looked like we were happily in love, hugging our way through life.”

“Were you?”

“Was I what?”

“In love.”

“No,” I say, short and quick, before I process the question properly.

Love to me has always been something unattainable, only existing in fairytales and movies. I ‘liked’ girls; they turned me on. And for the most part, I liked spending time with them. But I never have felt that dying desire to be with someone.

Now, I’m not so sure anymore.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been in love,” I confess.

“Me neither.” Her disclosure makes me happy, pushing away the hint of jealousy that was waiting to start growling with possessiveness.

“Tell me something, though,’’ I whisper, my lips flush with her ear when the hotel comes into sight while Bodi is waiting in front of the entrance.

I notice her brows quirk up in anticipation, as she bites her lip when she feels my breath fanning her skin.

“Name the one place you’d want to have sex at least once in your life. What's on the bucket list?” My tone is husky, turned on by the thought of being part of her deepest desires.

Her chin twists, looking at me with a flirtatious gaze, then she eyes Bodi on the street. When she realizes he hasn’t seen us yet, she stops in the middle of the sidewalk, fisting my shirt in a demanding way that quickly has my heart racing. Our chests are now joined as one, and she’s staring at me with a dangerous glow to her irises, as if she’s daring me to fulfill whatever is going to roll off her tongue any second now.

“On the hood of a car.” She pauses, and my lips part in lust, envisioning her request in my mind. “I want to be licked into oblivion while the cold metal is pressed against my ass, my pussy hot like fire as I look up at the stars on a summer night.”

I swallow hard, blinking. My dick is getting painfully large inside my jeans, and the thought of Rae, spread out on the hood of my black Camaro, makes my world spin like a madman.

“What the fuck, Rae,” I huff, flustered, lost for any other words. I rub my palm over my face, clenching my jaw to prevent myself from throwing her over my shoulder, taking her to my room, and fucking her until she’s passed out.

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