“Surprise? What surprise? Gimme.” I wonder if she realized how much freer she is with me. I noticed it since I put my ring on her finger.
Nothing too obvious, very subtle in fact, but I’d noticed the change and was glad for it. I’ve only just begun to erase the scars left from not only what her dad had done but also the ones left from the bullying at Mandy’s hands. Maybe I’ll take a leaf from Sian’s book and send that twit some pictures of my girl on her happy day. Jace had told the rest of us about that little dustup with glee. As much shit, as he talks, he sure looks like he’s proud as hell whenever Sian goes into boss bitch mode.
I want that for my baby. She’s just at the right stage to start spreading her wings to fly, and I’m here for all of it. The only drawback to that skank being behind bars is the fact that she won’t get to see the life I have planned for my girl. I want it brought home to everyone who ever fucked with her that she’d won. To do that, to keep that a reality, I have to be the man to give her what she needs, leaving no stone unturned.
“Let’s take a quick shower before I give you your gift.” She side-eyed me with a smirk.
“Cut that out. Just a shower, I promise.” I wrapped my arms around her from behind and buried my face in her neck as we walked up the stairs to our room. We only have about an hour before her gift is ready, but I didn’t tell her that because that would open the door to too many questions. Then again, I can do a whole lotta damage in an hour.
Alex
Okay, so I lied. Just a shower turned into so much more. In truth, I wanted to give her time to heal, but two things were working against me. One, I haven’t been with anyone since deciding that she was the one, and let me just say, for a teenage boy who’d been gorging himself on pussy since he found it, this was no easy feat.
Not that I found it hard to give up my wild ways for her, but it’s like the older generation says, once you let the bull out the barn, it’s hell getting that fucker back in, and the other thing working against my good intentions? Honestly, I didn’t expect her to feel this good. I erroneously thought that pussy is pussy no matter what.
Since she’d long come to mean more to me than just a casual fuck, I was under the impression that making love with her wouldn’t be any different physically, at least. I had no idea that my emotions would fuck me over. No wonder Jace and the others were always smirking at me when I would pontificate about how different I was going to be with my girl compared to them.
I thought for sure I could better compartmentalize things than they have because at the end of the day, no matter what they say and how they protest, their women run their asses, all day, every day. If fucking Jace could be lead around by his dick, I should’ve known I wouldn’t fare much better.
Still, I told myself that for her, I could put my libido on hold until later when we went to bed. That would give her at least another couple of hours to recuperate from the thumping her poor little snatch had taken all night and most of the morning and afternoon. I’m ashamed to say I failed miserably, but it’s one of those things I don’t mind failing at.
It started with me copping a feel of her ass while I washed her, which I must admit still has me salivating every time she turns it in my direction. If I thought it looked good in jeans, nothing beats it bare, wet, and slick under my hands with soap. I’d lost the washcloth a while ago under the pretense of wanting to do a thorough job cleaning her pussy that I’d dirtied up earlier.
She hasn’t said anything about me cumming inside her and knowing Eden High; she’s probably never seen the inside of a sex-Ed class. That’s because some asshole somewhere thought it was a good idea not to teach kids about that shit. It was best left to overworked parents who barely had time to help with homework, much less anything else.
I didn’t hold out much hope for her neglectful ass parents, but I’m pretty sure Sian, at least, had talked to her about this shit. On the off chance that no one has, I’ll take care of it later; right now, I’m afraid I was about to dirty her up again.