Page 35 of Barbed Wire Fences
“No, because you don’t think I’m attractive, or no because of some other reason?”
“I think my boner can answer that question for you. I don’t want you to associate your first time with me.”
“And why is that? You’re not that terrible of a guy.”
“Because girls are emotional and shit. They never get over their first time and I don’t think you’ll ever get over me,” he says waving his hand in the air.
“You can’t be serious. You think you’re that good at sex? How many times have you even had sex?”
“Three times,” he responds without hesitation.
Geez, where has he found the time? And the place? And who are these girls? I’ve never heard any of our classmates talk about him at school.
“I’m sure I’ll manage to move past this experience. It’s not like this is my first and last time ever having sex. Hopefully, I’ll have loads of sex when I go away to college. I already bought a pack of condoms.”
His eyes flare as he glares at me, studying me with those eyes that have always been able to read into me too well. “This isn’t like a revenge thing or something because Owen broke up with you, right?”
“Owen didn’t break up with me, I broke up with him,” I say lying again, though now, I’m starting to think I do want to break up with Owen which is ridiculous.
I’ve been crushing on Owen for years. Plus, Rhett doesn’t want a relationship with me, I’m pretty sure he isn’t interested in that with anyone given he’s never had a girlfriend. And we’re about to graduate and I’m leaving for college in just three short months. None of this makes sense.
But Rhett, his kisses, his body, this moment, my mind is all over the place right now but one thing I’m certain of is that I want Rhett to be my first time. Not Owen. Not the guy who I know, and have heard on several occasions, has cheated on me with other girls in our class.
I step towards him again. “If you don’t tell me no, I’m going to reach my hands inside of your pants and practice what you taught me on you,” I warn him.
Rhett watches me move closer without making any action to move away until our bodies are a mere inch apart.
“I don’t hear you stopping me,” I murmur, my voice low and teasing, as I slip my hand into the waistband of his shorts. My fingers brush against the dark hair on his pelvis and then reach the heat of him. I wrap my hand around his completely hard, impossibly thick dick, my fingers unable to touch. Slowly, I tighten my grip, giving him a firm, deliberate pump. Once. Twice.
I can’t see it, not yet, but I don’t need to. The weight of him in my palm, the way my fingers can barely encircle him, tells me everything that I need to know—he’sharder than steel for me.
He hisses when I stroke him again, his hazel eyes studying me harshly. “That’s it, Jael. Grip it like I’m going to take it away from you.”
I stroke again, feeling heat flush my cheeks by his dirty words and this time he snaps.
“Fuck this.”
With a low growl rumbling deep in his chest, he grabs my wrist, yanks my hand out of his shorts, and throws me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing.
“Rhett!” I squeal, laughing and gasping all at once as the night air rushes around me, tousling my hair. His grip is firm, unrelenting, one arm locked around the backs of my thighs as he stalks toward his mom’s trailer like a man on a mission.
He leans his head down, his lips grazing my ear as he whispers, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you. I’m going to show you exactlywhere that fits, and I’m going to make your first time so good you’ll never get over it.”
And a part of me hopes he isn’t right.
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Rhett leans closer to me on the couch while our friends are all shouting around us, trying to explain the rules of the game that we’re supposed to be playing. His lips brush against the shell of my ear, his voice quiet and rough in a way that makes my skin break out in goose bumps.
“I’m glad you came tonight.”
The warmth of his words sends a shiver down my spine, and my chest flushes hot with nerves. Maybe it’s the alcohol, but this is the closest that I’ve been to Rhett in years and it feels too intimate. Like it’s only us in this room full of our old friends and the past versions of us no longer exist.
I pull back slightly, desperate to put a little space between us. “Yeah, thanks for inviting me,” I say, trying to sound casual, but the slight tremor in my voice betrays me. I’m tipsy and just slipped down memory lane of our first time together. It’s a memory that I clung to for years like a shield before I forced myself to forget it. But some memories can’t stay gone forever.
His hazel eyes sparkle with knowing, and when I wet my lips—a nervous habit that I can’t seem to shake—his gaze drops there instantly, lingering for a heartbeat too long before snapping back up to meet mine.
A surge of heat floods through me. Being on the receiving end of Rhett’s complete attention is a gift that I used to cherish. I can feel the tight pull of my nipples against my shirt, the thrum of mypulse picking up speed. It’s ridiculous how flustered I am, how easily he can unravel me with just a single look.
