Page 38 of Bad Boy
“How do you wanna split the extra cost?” I ask, chewing my gum in what I know to be a pretty obnoxious way.
“I’ll just tell them to charge my parent’s card. A business expense,” Linc answers with a mischievous glint in his eyes. I love this side of him. The flirty, carefree side. And I vow here and now to make sure I bring it out more.
“Niiice,” I say, drawing the word out as a sly grin overtakes my face. “You gonna wine and dine me, Preppy?”
Lincoln’s ears turn red, and the most beautiful laugh bubbles out of him.
God. I want to kiss him so bad.
I glance around. The Jeep is mostly tinted, and I doubt anyone is looking.
Leaning forward, I press my lips to his still-laughing ones, catching him off guard. He freezes for a second, then lets out the most tempting moan. My dick instantly jumps to life.
Lincoln slips his tongue into my mouth, taking what he wants and not thinking twice about it. He’s loosened up so much in a matter of days. And I can’t wait to loosen him up even more this weekend.
Starting with tonight.
I let him think he’s in control for a moment longer before I grab his tie and pull, forcing him to lean into me across the center console. He follows like a puppy on a leash, and all the blood in my brain immediately rushes south to my dick. It’s the only explanation for what happens next. I keep pulling, and he keeps coming until he’s on my lap, straddling me in the front seat of my grandfather’s Jeep. In the school parking lot.
Neither of us gives a single fuck right now. We’re lost in the moment, lost in each other. I keep my grip on his tie and kiss him deeper, flexing my hips to show him how much I want him. He grinds down against me, just as horny and just as fucking hard.
He smells like fresh soap and citrus, and it’s fucking intoxicating. I trail reverent kisses from the corner of his mouth, across his jaw, and down to the crook of his neck, where I bury my face. I inhale him, groaning at how fucking hard he makes me.
We continue to grind against each other in our tight-as-fuck uniform pants, erections straining to be free. I bite down on his neck and growl, still damn near humping him. Lincoln’s whimpers and moans have me returning my lips to his so I can swallow them down. I lick into his mouth, tangling our tongues together. His thick, auburn hair is begging for my fingers, so I run my hands through it, messing up his perfect appearance and leaving my mark.
I reluctantly peel my lips from his, breaths ragged, and my gum is now inhismouth. “Fuck. I'm gonna come in my pants, Preppy.”
Just as I say that, the first bell rings. The shrill sound blares from the outside speakers to ensure the slackers and stragglers hear.
“Crap!” Linc jumps up and smacks his head on the ceiling, his already tousled hair turning into a sexy, just-woke-upstyle. He ducks slightly, still on my lap, and rubs the back of his head. “Double crap.”
I burst out laughing, smiling wide as he clambers back to the passenger side, grabbing his school bag from the footwell. It’s a good thing we were forced to stop this impromptu makeout session because I’m not sure either of us would have had the strength to pull away. And that would have made for a really sticky, really uncomfortable day at school.
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I’m on edge the entire day, constantly looking over my shoulder. And the blue balls sure as fuck didn’t help. Not knowing my way around this town adds to my unease. In Detroit, I knew every hole in the wall, every abandoned warehouse, and which ones were safe. Here, in Hunter Springs, I don’t know shit. Not a single path through the woods. No shortcuts. No hideouts. No escape routes. Nothing.
Linc and I split up after last period. He went to speak to our Environmental Science teacher, and I went to find a fucking cigarette. I wandered over to the art building in the center of campus, where I heard all the stoners hang out. And sure enough, someone was smoking in a stall, the harsh smell of burning tobacco filling the enclosed space. Complete moron if you ask me, but I walked right up and knocked anyway. I bought a pack of cigarettes and told the blue-haired kid to meet me at my Jeep in five and bring the weed and alcohol. I plan to be fully stocked and completely prepared for this weekend getaway.
I flick my silver lighter engraved with “Ruthless” and lean forward, cupping my hand to block the wind and lighting my cigarette. Breathing deeply, I release the tension and lean back against my Jeep while I wait for Lincoln to finish speaking to Dr. Benson.
After confirming the extra night with the cabin rental agency, he wanted to inform our teacher that we’re going up a day early—always the model student. We received the papers for our project today in class, so we can get started early if we want. But fuck that. I have much more interesting things planned. And they don’t involve leaving the cabin. At all.
“Yo, Remi! My guy. I got what you need.” Ivan walks up to me, his black backpack bulging and clanking with the sounds of glass bottles rattling. He unzips it and holds it open for me to peer into.
Vodka, rum, and maybe an eighth.
“Ivan, bro. You’re a lifesaver. Put it in the back, under the seat, if you can.”
“On it.”
Ivan comes back thirty seconds later. “Alright, my dude. The goods are secured.”
Richard gave me two hundred bucks for the trip for gas, food, and snacks. I won’t need that much. I hold my cigarette between my lips while I slip three twenties from my chain wallet. We discreetly shake hands, transferring the money from my palm to his. Ivan zips his now-empty backpack up and slinks away. Off to push more product to all the rich, spoiled brats looking to numb their feelings this weekend.
My new plug is long gone by the time Lincoln comes hustling down the sidewalk and over to the Jeep. His smile is so wide and genuine. He’s fucking breathtaking like this.
“How’d it go?” I ask when he finally reaches me, holding my cigarette low and away from him. His cheeks are flushed pink, and he’s a little out of breath from his excitement and the jog over here. It’s endearing as fuck, and I can’t fight the crooked smile tugging at my lips.
