Repent (The Disciples 3)

“Stuff’s going on,” I mumble. Her eyes look sad and again, I want to confess that I love her. That all my friends are having sex, and I can barely get a kiss—at least a kiss from her, the one kiss I want.

I look around, making sure no one is nearby as I pull Dolly over by a streetlight.

“Look.” I run my hand through my hair trying to sound normal. “I don’t want you hanging around Troy. He’s fucking bad.”

She pulls back and looks at me, confused. “What are you talking about? You don’t even know him.” She shifts her backpack to her other side and I take it from her, slinging it over my other shoulder as dread and bile churn in my stomach.

“Wait. Do you like him or something?” It comes out slow because right now, I’m figuring it all out. While I have been busy with the guys letting her do her school shit, this motherfucker is moving in on my girl. Dolly is mine. From as early as I can remember, everyone knows it. Everyone.

I reach up and run my hands through my hair again. It’s getting long and I need to have Dolly cut it soon. But first I need to think.

“Edge? Come on… you can’t be serious.” She reaches up and I’m lost looking at the most gorgeous face in the world. Her long black eyelashes and bourbon-colored eyes are what I dream about. Everyone always talks about her long brown hair and her red puffy lips. But for me it’s her eyes—they show me everything I need to know.

We Disciples are raised at a young age to lie and not show any emotion. Not my Dolly. She shows me everything.

“How can you be this stupid,” I sneer, causing her hand to drop.

“What?”

“I said, how can you be so stupid? You need to see this guy for what he is.”

She starts to march away from me, her ass looking so hot in her short cheerleading outfit. I reach down and rub my shaft, which gets hard at every little thing Dolly does.

“You’re becoming a pig. Give me my backpack.” She tries to jump up to get it off my shoulder.

I turn away and walk toward her crappy house.

I hear a small huff of frustration. The great thing about knowing someone better than you know yourself makes it easy to push their buttons.

“You’re being ridiculous,” she yells after me. “You know I don’t like him. He’s a friend I see in class and at cheer practice. Damn it, Edge.” Dolly has a bad temper, but so do I and I’m pissed.

I spin, almost causing her to run smack into me. Reaching up to steady her, I almost shake her. “He wants you. Do you even get that?” My eyes search her face and in that second, I know she knows it and yet she’s still allowing him to sniff around.

“You are a real piece of work, Dolly. You need them that bad, huh?” I turn on her as she stands her ground, this tiny girl with her hands on her hips staring at me, not showing one intention of backing down.

“Fuck this.” I throw my hands up.

“Don’t you dare walk away from me, Edge Daniels,” she screams after me.

I’m almost at her house and just fucking great, her dad’s Harley is parked out front. The small house pretty much screams for a coat of paint and someone to water the dead yard.

Dolly’s mom has been bitching at Shark to do something about it since a new neighbor moved in and nicely complained about their house being an eyesore.

Slowing down, Dolly slaps my back.

“Asshole.”

I turn, grab her wrist, and jerk her close. Her breath whooshes out and her beautiful brown eyes darken.

“Let go.” She twists, but I ignore her and dip my head to smell her candy scent. My dick is almost painful in my jeans. So, I pull her close and crush my mouth on hers. We’ve kissed many times. In fact, we started experimenting at twelve but I’m sick of just kissing. My body wants more. I want more.

I’m the only one in the club who is still a virgin. I don’t care though. I know it’s coming and I love Dolly. But it’s not easy when all my friends act like I’m strange or my dad calls me gay. Either way, I love her and she’s mine. I’m gonna make her my old lady as soon as we turn eighteen.

I shove my tongue into her mouth and she moans. Or maybe it’s me. I’m so turned on it’s hard to breathe. I can’t decide if I should touch one of her big tits or her awesome ass.

Our backpacks drop with a thud. This time, I hear Dolly say, “God.”

I’m possessed. All I want are her bee-stung lips and her delicious tongue. Her small frame fits perfectly in my arms. Even though I tower over her, she seems made for me. I make my decision and grab her ass.