The Love of My Bully

Slamming his lips down on hers, he threw caution to the wind and just took what he wanted. As he slid his tongue across her lips, Pru surprised him, opening her mouth. He plundered inside, moaning at her exquisite taste. He didn’t even know why the kiss felt so fucking good, but he couldn’t stop. He didn’t want to.

She let out a moan and it was almost as if she was relenting. Her arms went around his neck, and he slid his hand down her back to cup her ass, holding her as close as he physically could. Moving back, he dropped her onto the sofa, following her down. He pressed between her spread thighs, wishing there was nothing between them.

He didn’t want anything to hold him back from touching her. From taking her, and from making her his. Drake pulled back from the kiss, staring down at her, a little startled by his sudden change of … feelings.

“What is it?” Pru asked.

He saw how tense she got the longer he just watched her.

Obsessing about a kiss was one thing. Craving Pru was an entirely different experience.

“I’ve got to go.”

“Drake?”

He got to his feet, very much aware of his raging erection, ignoring it and Pru’s voice. He needed to get the fuck out of here, and not just out of her house but out of town. The longer he stayed here, the harder it was to ignore these messed-up feelings.

Chapter Eleven

It only lasts so long

One week went by where Drake was nowhere to be seen. Not that Pru was complaining. Having a break from him was what she needed. He’d been confusing her with his kisses and attention. Even down to him ruining her phone. She needed to demand a new one from him when she saw him.

She didn’t have a clue when that would actually be because he’d decided to completely disappear. It wasn’t a problem for her, though. The break was nice, even if she did check across the shopping mall to see if he was camped out eating or following her around. But she didn’t miss him. That would be freaking crazy on her part to miss him, wouldn’t it?

Sean helped to make the time go faster. He stopped by to have lunch with her whenever he could, and they hung out when her parents weren’t around. She did notice he rarely stopped by if her parents were home.

If they were, he’d take her out somewhere. They’d go driving or watch a movie. Neither of them brought up Drake. The last thing Pru wanted to talk about was Drake. Sean was her best friend, her only friend, especially as Ree wasn’t talking to her. She hadn’t heard from Ree since the party, not that it was any surprise. She’d see Ree around town but the blonde completely ignored her. Pru wasn’t losing sleep over her friend’s sudden dislike of her. Clearly, screwing Drake had helped her climb the social ladder of high school.

Into the second week, Pru said goodbye to her boss and left the store. The mall was closing, and she quickly slipped out one of the side doors, rushing through a cloud of cigarette smoke as she did so.

Sean wasn’t picking her up tonight and her parents were out, so no car.

After pulling her jacket around herself to ward off the cold as the temperature had plummeted considerably and it was raining, she folded her arms across her chest and began to walk. By the time she got home, she’d be soaked to the bone, and the idea of being at home alone didn’t appeal to her.

A car passed her, throwing water across her legs and covering her shirt. The person who was driving the car didn’t stop to offer a single apology, which she found rather rude. She carried on walking, dodging the water splashing up against her and hating that driver all so much for it. When a car pulled up beside her, she tensed up, only to freeze when she noticed the window slid down and there, waiting for her, was none other than Drake.

“What are you doing here?”

“From the looks of it, I’m about to offer you a ride.”

“I don’t need a ride.”

“Really? You clearly need it. Or do you like getting splashed with water?”

She glanced up and down the street, knowing there was no choice but for her to take the offered ride from Drake. Why should she put up a fight? He wasn’t asking for anything in return and the idea of walking home soaked really didn’t appeal to her.

“Fine.”

“You know, a thank you, and yes, please, would be more than nice.”

Glancing over at him, she slammed the door closed. “Thank you, Drake, I really do appreciate you stopping by. Was it out of your way?”

“You know it was.”

“Then why did you come and pick me up?”