All the Little Lies (English Prep 1)

Not wanting to waste any time, I pulled her shorts and panties down quickly, throwing them over my shoulder. I stared down at her with the gleam of the moon and was in complete awe.

She was the sexiest, prettiest thing I had ever seen in my life. Her pussy was perfect, and I swore in that moment, it was made for me.

I pushed her legs wide, and Hayley’s head fell backwards. My one hand cupped her waist as I hooked one of her legs over my shoulder and bent my face down low.

“Christian.” Her voice was breathy and doped up on lust.

My face moved closer, and I inhaled, my dick throbbing in my jeans. Jesus Christ. I’d never been so turned on before. If I wasn’t careful, I’d bust a nut right here. I was driven by desire, and I didn’t give a damn about anything else with her pussy near my face. I blew on her most sensitive spot, and she wiggled underneath me. I tightened my grip on her hip and gave her one swell lick with my tongue. She gasped and fisted the sheets with her hands. I licked again and again, liking that she was putty in my hands. Once her hips started to move along my face with their own rhythm, I took my other hand and reached underneath her shirt. I found her small bud and held

back a small groan. I squeezed it with my fingers once before her hips moved even faster. Her breathing was quick, and I peeked up from eating her pussy to watch the ecstasy fall over the soft planes of her face. I licked faster and inched my finger inside her walls. My God, what a fucking sight. Her pussy clenched down on my finger instantly, and she moaned something inaudible. I moved my finger in and out one more time while I simultaneously sucked on her clit, and I felt her let loose.

Her pussy sucked so hard on my finger it was almost painful. My dick jerked in my pants, and I had to focus to keep things under control.

I’d never in my life witnessed something so wildly beautiful before. The only thing I could focus on when I pulled myself up and lay beside her again was the feeling inside my body. There wasn’t one syllable passed between us as she curled up next to me with her head on my shoulder, yet so much was said.

The last tiny bit of hatred for Hayley was diminished. It had evaporated into thin air. The ugly past no longer existed. The only thing I could think about was her and how her body fit so perfect nestled up to mine.

And that was how I woke the next morning when my phone alarm went off: her body pressed against mine, our legs tangled, my hand still woven in between the strands of her dark hair.

I didn’t know when it happened. But the girl that used to repel me in every way, somehow managed to sneak her way into my chest and cuddle right up to my muscle within its walls.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Hayley

The next day at school, I avoided looking in Christian’s direction. Last night, I was completely shattered and broken beyond repair. My emotions were running high, and I was raw from the inside out.

That was my only excuse as to why I let Christian do what he did. My face flamed at the thought. I wasn’t innocent by any means. I’d had sex and fooled around with past boyfriends, but what I did with Christian last night was completely and utterly personal and intimate. There were emotions involved. There was an unspoken understanding between us when we crossed over that line and fused our lips together. He helped me forget, and I all but forced him into it.

I wasn’t sure what I was feeling anymore. I was embarrassed he found me crying—and even more embarrassed that I used his shoulder to lean on. Then, he took my brokenness and pieced me back together, at least for a little while. And I wasn’t going to lie; part of me was afraid to look him in the eye after last night. He snuck out of my window early, shortly after his alarm went off, and as soon as he was gone, I jumped out of bed and into the shower, only giving myself fifteen minutes to get ready before Piper showed up. She noted my puffy eyes and asked me what had happened yesterday, and I told her the gist of it, leaving out much of what happened with Christian. It felt like he and I were on a whole other planet, and there were ticking time bombs all around us.

He was slowly becoming my safe place, and that was so bad.

“So, do you think you’ll be able to stay with me Friday? I promise we don’t have to go to the game. I’m sure that’s the last place you want to go after the previous one.”

I took a bite of my apple that Piper snagged for me—she was still buying more than she needed for lunch, which always resulted in being mine. “Let me work up the nerve to ask Pete and Jill. I think today is Jill’s day off, so she should be home. It’s easier to ask while she’s there.”

Piper poked her salad with her plastic fork. There was chatter all around us in the lunchroom. Christian’s table was more rowdy than normal, but I kept my eyes glued to Piper shoving lettuce in her mouth. “Jill doesn’t seem too bad. Pete, on the other hand… I’d like to stick this fork up his ass.”

I laughed, and she paused, her cheeks full of food. Then she laughed too. “Sorry, I just don’t like him. I wish you could just stay with me all the time.” Then, she dipped her head in low, her ginger hair falling between us. “I know Christian is a no-talk zone, but I feel a lot better that he stays in your room at night.”

Me too.

“I don’t know what he thinks is going to happen.”

She scoffed. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe he thinks some crazy people are going to attempt to kidnap you again....”

A chill skidded down my spine as my mother’s words ran through my head.

“What’s going on with that? Have you heard or seen anything else? Are you being proactive in staying safe?”

I gave her a tight smile. “So far, everything is fine.”

I didn’t tell her about my mom. I left that part out this morning. I only told her that Ann had come to check on me, and Christian bailed me out with my story about falling. Bringing more people, like Piper, into the situation wasn’t only stupid but risky. I had no idea what these men my father apparently used to launder money for were like. But I was betting if they were willing to stay true to a threat about me being their compensation for my father’s mistakes, then I was betting they wouldn’t mind taking another girl my age, too.

What did they want with me?

I wasn’t naive enough to think that scary things like this didn't happen all over the world to all sorts of people. It was easy to think it didn’t happen around places like English Prep. Everyone I was surrounded with grew up privileged, tucked away underneath their comfy duvet covers that were miraculously washed and remade by the time their head hit the pillow in the evening.