“Are you okay?” I ask, looking down at her sitting on her ass now covered in dirt.
The dust fills the air around her, and she coughs. “What …?” She looks up at me, blinking from the sun shining in her face. She lifts her hand to her forehead to shade her ocean blue eyes.
“I didn’t see you there,” I lie, giving her a kind smile.
“It’s okay.” She sighs heavily.
“Here. Let me help you up.” I offer her a hand for assistance.
She takes it, and I yank her to her feet. I use more force than I meant to, causing her chest to hit mine. Her breathing picks up when her blue eyes meet mine.
I’ve had a crush on Becky for a while now. I’ve known her all my life, and we’ve grown up together. My parents always invite hers to their Christmas parties and birthday celebrations on their yachts. Collins, Oregon, isn’t a big town, but the wealthy only party with the wealthy. No matter how much I’ve wanted her, I have never touched her. Never pursued her.
The ass in our school is too easily given, so why chase a bitch down for it?
“Thanks,” she mumbles and pushes away from me.
“What are you doing out here?” I ask, placing my hands in my jeans pockets as my eyes drop to her tits. They look bigger today than usual. I’ve undressed enough girls to know they either stuff their shit or they spend too much money on bras to make what little they have look three times bigger. As if we’re not gonna notice the difference once you’re naked.
We do.
“Waiting on my sister to be done with practice.” She dusts off her skinny jeans.
“Want some company?”
She tilts her head to the side, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth as she contemplates my question. Since a pair of black Aviators shades my eyes, she can’t see the way I’m looking her up and down. I linger on her thighs and wonder just how hard it will be to get her to spread them for me. “Yeah …”
“Becky!”
She spins around at the sound of her name. Demi Holt, her little sister, comes up to join us dressed in a pair of black spandex shorts that barely covers her pussy, a bright pink sports bra, and tennis shoes. That’s it. If I was their father, I wouldn’t let her leave the house looking like that, let alone parade around the school. Even if it is Sunday. She has her long, bleach blond hair up in a high ponytail with a black ribbon tied into a big bow around it. She’s a walking Barbie doll. A total high school cheerleader cliché.
Demi places her hands on her narrow hips, her already flat stomach sucking in, making her ribs even more pronounced as she takes a deep breath. She glares up at her sister, and I don’t miss the thin layer of sweat that covers her chest and face because the sun makes her glisten. “I’m done and ready to go.” Then without another word, she stomps off toward the parking lot.
Becky looks at me. “Sorry, I’ve got to go.”
Not yet, baby.
Stepping forward, I smile down at her. “Shame,” I say, and her breathing picks up at my closeness.
Becky isn’t a virgin, by any means. Boys talk in the locker rooms. On campus. At parties. And she’s already had quite a few of them. They all said she wasn’t that good of a fuck, but what her cunt lacks, she makes up with her mouth. I’m up for testing that rumor.
She doesn’t say anything, but her blue eyes stay on mine as if I hold her in a trance. “I wanted to spend some time with you.” I reach up and take a strand of her blond hair and twirl it around my finger. “Alone.”
Her breath hitches, and I know I have her right where I want her. It’s sad, really, how easily these girls believe our bullshit. Leaning down, I trail my lips along her jawline, just letting them graze her delicate skin. I slowly give her a chance to push me away, but she won’t. No one turns down Deke Biggs. The ones I fuck consider themselves lucky to catch my attention. They just never keep it long.
When I reach her lips, my free hand slides into her soft hair, and I tilt her head back, pulling away just enough to look down at her. “Guess a kiss will have to be enough for now.” Then I press my lips to her.
She opens up for me like all the others do and then moans. I wrap my other hand around her waist and pull her into me, gently grinding my hardening cock into her lower stomach, letting her know that we can go as far as she wants. Right here and now. The fact that we’re on school property hasn’t stopped me before.
Her hands wrap around my neck while her tongue dances with mine. Her kiss tastes like strawberries, and I know it’s her lip-gloss. The same one that all the girls wear. I swear they pass that shit around to one another. It’s step one in how to be a slut.
Her fingers dig into my hair, and she moans loudly. I groan in response, holding her tighter against my achingly hard cock. I go to pull away, to look down at her, but she won’t release me. And I can’t push her away. My feet work on their own, and I’m pushing her backward. She whimpers into my mouth when her back hits what I’m guessing is a wall, stopping our movement.
I pull away quickly. We both stand breathing heavily, and I look over her heavy eyes and parted, wet lips. I run my thumb over them while my eyes drop to the blue shirt she wears. It matches the color of her eyes. Her tits rise and fall fast as she continues to pant from our kiss.
I cup her face, then run my fingers down over her chin and to her neck. Her pulse races under my touch, and I lick my wet lips, wishing I could carry her off to my SUV and fuck her in the back seat because I want more. What can I say? I’m a greedy motherfucker. I don’t like to wait for something when I know I can have it. And I can have her. Now. But instead, I take a step back, then turn and walk away from her. Always leave them wanting more.
Making my way back across the parking lot to my Range Rover, I ignore my hard fucking dick straining against my jeans and catch sight of Eli leaning up against the passenger door talking to Demi. She has her head thrown back in laughter when I approach them.
“What did I miss?” I ask.
Her laughter cuts off, and her blue eyes settle on me. I watch them turn hard as stone. She ignores me and looks at Eli. “I’ll see you around.” She slaps his chest playfully and then walks off.
I make my way around the front of my car. “She’s too young for you, man.”
He laughs at that, but his eyes stay on her bubble ass as she sashays across the parking lot with her long blond ponytail bouncing across her back. “The best ones always are.” Then he turns, gets into the passenger seat, and winks over at me. “That’s what makes them so much fun.”
CHAPTER TWO
DEKE
Present- Eighteen years old
I PULL MY Range Rover into the driveway and look down at my phone ringing in the passenger seat. Fucker lights up my screen, but I press ignore just as I have the other hundred times he’s called me. I have nothing to say to my father. And I know he has nothing to say to me either. He just hates that I won’t answer him—my lack of respect for him knows no bounds.
Grabbing my phone, I get out of my SUV and walk into my best friend’s house. I live with him, his little sister, and his fiancée. We all moved to Austin, Texas, three months ago after high school graduation. Cole and I attend the University of Texas on swimming scholarships. Austin, his fiancée, is still trying to decide what she wants to do with her life.