“Wish I knew.” I walk faster. She’s nearly running. Internally, I say fuck it. “Race ya,” I shout as I take off.
She screams, “No fair,” and I hear her laughter trailing behind me. She’s still giggling when she breaks the threshold of the French door leading into the sunroom. I pull her to the side and smother her mouth with mine. She melts like candy in the sun, leaning into my kiss. I’m hungry for her, so fucking hungry. It’s been a week since she admitted that she wasn’t Davis’ girl. We haven’t done much, just kissing so far. I’ve not sucked on her tits or fingered her pussy because she doesn’t seem ready for it. I don’t want to rush her and scare her off, but, fuck, the fantasies I’ve been having are so filthy. Every time I see her, I want to jump her bones, but we’re hardly ever alone these days. Davis is having a hard time, and we can’t abandon him. Like, what kind of people would we be if we went off and did our own thing? Shitty people, that’s the answer. But still, I can’t stop wanting her. I drag my mouth off of hers to taste her jaw, the lobe of her ear, her throat.
“You’re going to mark me,” she gasps. Her hands knead my shoulders, pulling me tight.
“I know.” I want to. I want to paint her shirt with my name on it, put a collar around her neck that only I have a lock to. I want everyone to know she’s mine, but we can’t say a word and it’s fucking hard. Her pulse throbs, a clear invitation for my teeth. I slide my mouth down and bi—
“Berk! Bring some beer out.” Davis’ voice breaks through my lust-filled haze.
I drop my head onto Chandler’s shoulder and count to ten. My dick doesn’t relax, but I regain enough control that I don’t pull down Chandler’s jeans and stick my dick into her tight pussy while Davis is hollering for refreshments.
“Sorry,” Chandler whispers as I let her slide to her feet.
“Yeah, me, too.” Avoiding her gaze, I back away. Clearing my throat, I yell, “What else do you want?”
“No need to shout,” Davis says.
I jerk around to see Davis at the door. Chandler’s still leaning against the wall. She hops to attention and pulls her hair over one shoulder, looking guilty as shit. Davis winks at her. “Syracuse is trying to set me up with some girl from Crestville because he wants to bone her best friend, but I told him that my heart belongs to you.” He slings an arm around her shoulders. I tighten my grip on the refrigerator handle. “I’m gonna steal Chandler away. She needs to tell Syracuse about our ten-year plan.”
“What ten-year plan?”
This time it’s Chandler who avoids my eyes.
“Chandler and me are gonna get married in ten years if both of us are single,” Davis replies. He grins. “I’m counting on you, girl.”
“Right,” Chandler says weakly. She gives me a little wave. While Davis steers her out the door, I make a mental inventory of all the shit under the sink that could be used as poison. It’s a long list.Chapter TwelveChandlerI’m starting to understand why Berkley thought Davis and I were a thing. I’ve always gotten why everyone at school thinks it. Davis only does it to keep the girls from swarming him. He is super popular and the star of our football team. Oddly enough, I’ve never seen him hooking up with anyone.
The only thing Davis cares about is football, football, and more football. That’s why this whole situation has been the toughest on him. Football has always been his life, and now it’s been taken away until who knows when.
Keeping the girls at bay wasn’t the reason he started doing it, though. That was for me. After Davis came to my rescue a few years back, I was skittish around boys and didn’t want to report it. I knew I should have.
He tried to convince me to file a report, but I didn’t want more attention focused on me. So I came up with this brilliant idea, and now it’s coming back to bite me in the butt.
I smile, thinking about what a good friend Davis has been to me. Once I hatched my crazy plan, he immediately went to town making everyone think we were a thing so anyone with a dick would back off. They were too scared to have Davis and the football team up their asses.
I never thought about how the girls in school would feel about that. That's how I ended up being the closest to my four male friends. It took me a little to get used to Syracuse and Mike, but because Davis trusted them I started to as well. As for Berkley, I always felt safe around him. Like right now I want to crawl into his lap and cuddle into him.