Page 25 of Ride or Die
“I walked to the store after I got your message. Didn’t take my car. Then, of course, it started to pour.” I shrug off my wet jacket.
“What about your party?” she asks.
“After what they did to you? I kicked them all out. Are your parents home?” I look around the dark house to see if anyone else is here. She watches me, biting her lip nervously.
“Nope, just another night of me being alone. Come to my room.” My eyebrows raise, surprised she’s willing to have me in her room again.
“A smart man brings a sad woman ice cream.” She winks, stopping by the kitchen to grab two spoons while I try to hide my grin.
I follow her up the stairs, and she closes and locks the door behind me. Her room is neat and tidy, a salt lamp glowing in the corner. Her double bed is only uncovered on one side, the impression of her body still there, and a book and glass of water sit on her side table. Something about the sight warms my heart. She's just so uniquely her, and I can’t believe other people can’t see how amazing she is.
“Oh my god, Colt, your clothes are drenched!″ she says, looking me up and down.
She quickly goes over to the closet and pulls out a space heater, turning it on and positioning the desk chair in front of it.
“I’m not trying to be forward, but take off that wet stuff and we’ll put it on the chair in front of the space heater to dry.” She turns around, grabbing something from the dresser and tossing it at me. “You can wear these.”
I hold up the oversized joggers and shirt, hesitating for a second when she takes a tub of ice cream and sits on her bed. Popping the lid, she digs in, watching me as I start undressing in front of her.
My shirt comes off first, exposing my defined chest and abs. I watch her as she watches me, her eyes cascading down my body as she takes her time licking the spoonful of cookie dough ice cream. I’m enjoying this a little too much, so I remove my pants as well, leaving myself in only my black boxer briefs. Her eyes widen and she slowly licks her lips as she gazes at me standing here almost naked, sending chills down my spine.
No girl has ever been capable of doing what Layla does to me.
I put my stuff on the chair in front of the space heater before I start putting on the clothes she gave me. Just to tease her a bit, I throw on the pants but leave the shirt off. She opens the blankets on the other side and pats the bed, gesturing for me to join her.
My heart races. I’m about to get into bed with the girl I’ve had a crush on for ten years. She has no clue the power she holds over me.
I slide under the covers with her, pop open my tub, and take a spoonful. We sit there, silently indulging while I do everything I can to not get hard. I know she's anxious, so I want to give her time to find the words she wants to express without feeling pressured.
When we are done, she gets up and takes our tubs, placing them into the freezer of her mini fridge. Getting back into bed, she faces me, finally ready to speak.
“I’m sorry I ran, Colt,” she says with remorse. “I guess it’s hard to believe that someone like you could ever like a girl like me, especially with all those beautiful women surrounding you at all times. I’m a loner, so hearing them say all those things…I believed it and freaked out.”
I turn towards her, cupping her cheek. “You have nothing to apologize for. I'm the one who's sorry they did that to you. I shouldn’t have brought you there. They’re all pieces of shit who have no idea what’s going on between us. They have nothing on you, Layla. You are the most perfect, gorgeous woman in the world to me,” I say quietly. Her mouth pulls into a small grin.
“I doubt that.” She rolls her eyes and looks away from me. Catching her chin, I gently turn her so she’s looking at me again, noticing the slow roll of her throat as she swallows.
“Stop doubting it. I wouldn’t be here. I’m an asshole, remember? If I didn’t give a shit about you, I wouldn’t waste my time with you. I can have any girl, I’ve had them, but it was always you in the back of my mind,” I confess.
Her cheeks turn pink, and everything in me wants to cover her face in kisses.
“I promise you, I like you. So damn much. I’ve been into you since I was fucking eleven years old. It’s always been you.I remember at the ‘see something, say something’ assembly in grade seven, you wore your hair in French braids with your white daisy flower dress and a blue sweater. I was so hung up on you that I even held onto our plate tectonic group project from geography class just because I worked with you. I still have the fucking thing if you want me to prove it.” I point my thumb over my shoulder, ready to go back to my house to get it.
She bites her lip and looks away from me. My poor girl is so insecure because of the assholes around here that she thinks I’m too good for her when really, she’s too good for me. She thinks there’s no possible way a guy like me could ever like a girl like her. And it’s bullshit. She’s fucking perfect.
I lift her chin up so she’s looking at me again.
“I want you so bad it hurts. I want you to be my girlfriend. Together we'll put all those assholes in their place,” I say, tracing my thumb across her plump bottom lip and gently guiding her to me. Her eyes light up, and she willingly leans into me.
Our lips touch, and it’s like fireworks set off between us. Her fingers drag through my hair to the back of my head, pulling me even closer to deepen the kiss. I moan loudly. I've waited so long for moments like this one.
We slip down further onto the bed, kissing for a while before I finally grow the balls to let my hands start roaming her body. I’m trying to go slow with her. After waiting ten years for this, I just want to bury my dick in her this instant and destroy that pussy, marking her as mine.
But I’m not going to push her. I know she’s inexperienced, and I’m elated that I’m going to be her first and only everything.
My hand slides down her body to her hip. I rub circles there before I continue trailing towards her ass, pulling her against me and lightly squeezing. She moans into my mouth and rolls her hips into me.
Oh my fuck. Think of cars, think of cars, control your boy.
