“Once?” My heart was beating rapidly as I stared at her.
“Unless you don’t want to.”
“I could bend you over right here and now and fuck your brains out, Betsy. Trust me, I want you.” It wasn’t my attraction to her that was the issue. “What about Nick?” I wanted to see how she would react to Nick’s name.
“What about him?” She rested her palm on my hard cock through my pants and rubbed. I groaned, not wanting her to stop. I wanted her to unzip my pants, make her drop to her knees, and take me in her mouth. I needed to feel her warm breath on my cock. Fuck it! She was going to make me forget my own name if she kept this up.
“Come on.” I grabbed her hand. “I’m taking you back to my place, and I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll be begging me to never stop.”
“In your uniform?”
“We’ll see,” I said. “I’ll wear the uniform if you wear something for me.”
“What’s that?” She looked confused. “I have no costumes. Asides from that pirate outfit I wore a few years ago for Halloween.”
“I want you to wear your crotchless panties.”
“Oh.” She blushed. “Really?”
“Yes.” I grinned. “Nothing but those panties.”
“Deal.” She grinned back. “But they’re back at my place.”
“So then let’s go there, then.”
“Now?”
“Yes.”
“But I thought you wanted to talk.”
“We can talk later,” I said, all thoughts of the discussion I wanted to have gone from my mind. “It can wait.”
“You sure?”
“Sure.”
“So we’re playing hooky just so that we can have sex?”
“I guess so.” I laughed, and she joined in. “Hold on, I need to stop by the store before we reach your place.”
“Oh?”
“Rubbers.” I winked at her, and she blushed. I reached out and lightly touched her lips. “You’re not on the pill, right?”
“Yeah, I told you that already.”
“Pity.” I leaned over and whispered in her ear. “I would love to really feel myself inside of you.”
“Jeff.” She blushed and I laughed.
“Oh, Betsy, I’m going to ruin you tonight.” I squeezed her ass. “I’m going to totally ruin you.”
There are times that the decisions we make change the entire trajectory of our lives. Often, we don’t know until much later how important those decisions were.
But as we walked toward Betsy’s home, I knew.
I knew that this decision was going to change the rest of my life. It was going to affect every relationship in my life. It was going to ruin the perfect balance in my life. It was the reason I had never made a move before. I had wanted Betsy Montgomery for over half my life. She had filled my dreams, my fantasies, and I’d compared almost every woman I’d been involved with to her in some way. I had always held off because one, Nolan was my best friend and I knew he would kill me if I slept with his sister, and two, Betsy had always seemed too shy and sweet to be the type of woman that would be down for some fun. And three, because I hadn’t thought she was ready.
But now, I was throwing caution to the wind. I wasn’t going to wait any longer. I couldn’t. Not with Betsy practically begging me to take her. It also didn’t help that Nick Campbell was back in town. I had no idea where that asshole had come from, but he had seriously put a damper on things. There was no way in hell that I was going to let him get his hands on Betsy. He wasn’t going to be touching her; he wasn’t going to be kissing her, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to be sleeping with her. And as for marriage, my heart hardened at the thought of them spending the rest of their lives together. Imagining them at an altar promising to love each other forever made my heart cold. Over my dead body. That dude was not going to get my girl. I froze as I realized the thoughts that had just passed through my head. My girl? Fuck, but Betsy wasn’t my girl.
“You okay?” Betsy asked me as we reached her house. She opened the front door and touched my chest. “Are you having second thoughts?”
“Never.” I shook my head and stepped into her entryway and slammed the door behind myself.
“I’m going to shower.” She played with her hair. “And look for those panties.”
“Okay.” I nodded. “I’m going to grab a beer, is that okay?”
“Of course, my home is your home. Help yourself.”
And with that, she drifted off to her bedroom as I headed toward the kitchen. I stopped in front of the fridge and looked at the photos on the front. There was a photo of Betsy and Jules, front and center, grinning into the camera, their eyes bright, big grins on their faces. They were both wearing bunny rabbit ears. I smiled at the goofy picture and looked at the rest. There was a photo of Betsy and Nolan on the beach as kids with their parents standing behind them. Another photo was of Betsy and me, sitting on the couch playing a game of cards and staring each other down intensely. Memories crashed over me. Betsy when she was eight asking me to ride bikes with her around the block, Betsy and Jules at ten pushing a cake into my face, giggling when chocolate frosting got everywhere, Betsy aged thirteen in front of the fireplace, looking anxious as she stared at the presents under the Christmas tree, wondering if she got the makeup kit she’d asked for, Betsy aged fourteen asking me what it was like to kiss and how to know if she was doing it right, Betsy aged fifteen sleeping in my sleeping bag when we went camping because she’d left hers at home, Betsy aged sixteen, looking sexy as hell in her homecoming dress, giving me the hardest boner I’d had in a while. I groaned as I
