Surrendering (Surrender 1)

“Yep.” I emphasize the ‘p’.

“Want to tell me how?”

I look around to make sure we’re still alone. The coast is clear so I jump on him and his arms go under my thighs to support me. I try to sound seductive in a throaty whisper, “Because, sweetheart, yours is huge with a visible vein at the tip. The space where the apa comes through has a little ‘v’ that I like to rub my tongue over. Also, when you’re hard, your cock is so thick that your skin stretches over the piercing.”

I feel him thicken against me and the moisture pool between my legs. He walks me back until I’m against the wall so he can use it to help support me.

“You have no idea what you just did to me. You’re such a fucking turn on. When we get home tonight, we are going to discuss every word you just said in detail.”

“Promise?”

“I fucking love you.”

He kisses me, mimicking the motions of his tongue with his hips pushing into me. I beg him to stop before I come against his leg- again. Then a vision of our stalker recording us pops into my head and I pull back quickly. He puts me down and we compose ourselves before going back to the stage room.

Sayge had another great night performing and Kyle left after the last set to start editing. Mari took some pictures with her phone and uploaded them to the blog. Anna and I waited for the announcement at the end of the show telling people about Sayge’s new Facebook page. I didn’t care if I looked like a dork; I laid out my laptop on the couch next to us and kept refreshing the page. The guys joined us and started drinking while the two of us watched for activity. Thirty minutes later, posts start pouring in. Snapshots are tagged, comments are left, and we have fifty new ‘likes’ on the page. We jump up and down, hugging each other.

“Girl on girl love, that’s what I’m talking about!” Someone yells from the crowd behind us.

“No, you idiots; come here quick.” I refresh the page and show the guys. Their ‘Fan Page’ now has fifty-five likes.

“That’s fucking cool, Rave! When will you load the pics from tonight’s show?” Nate asks.

“Tomorrow, my precious Natey.” I started calling him this after his mock proposal last week. He likes it, but Declan thinks it’s a little too touchy and rolls his eyes when I use it.

After an hour of watching the internet, Anna says she’s tired and leaves. I lean into Declan’s shoulder while he finishes his beer and end up drifting to sleep against him.

I stir awake to the sound of a car buckle clicking. Declan has carried me to his truck and strapped me in.

“Don’t forget my laptop, please.”

“Got it right here with the rest of your stuff. Go back to sleep. I’ll wake you up when we get to your place.”

“I’m sorry I fell asleep on you.”

“Don’t be, Raven; I’m so fucking proud of you and your friends. That Facebook site looks great.”

“Hmm, thanks,” I say as I fall asleep against his headrest.

*****

I set-up a meeting to take place today after school with Declan and Finn. I asked the boys if we could have it at Declan’s house because no one else in our group of friends knows about the threats. I have a theory about the stalker and I want to run it by them. Whoever this person is has been watching us closely.

Finn has turned colder towards Declan and I know it’s because of the sex video. Declan and I have discussed the upcoming out-of-town shows with Finn and he’s dead

set against me traveling with Sayge. There’s been a few heated discussions among the three of us and I still haven’t decided if I should go or not. I have to tell them my theory and find out what they think before I make my final decision.

We’re sitting in Declan’s front room and I decide to get this meeting started. “I think the stalker is a woman.”

“I think so too,” Finn replies.

“Why do you think that?” Declan asks.

“Well, he or she obviously hates me. Both the note and the video were shots directed at me, Dec, not you. The DVD was meant to make me upset and break my heart. This person was trying to get me to break-up with you. The message on my car was meant to scare me in to leaving you.”

Finn shakes his head in agreement with me.

“Declan, the hang-ups are purely amateur moves. It reminds me of high school when you have a crush on a boy and call just to see if he’s home. And the pornography sent to your phone is gross, but not threatening.”