“I like the new look,” I tell her, resting my chin against the top of her head,
“Thanks,” she giggles and I love the way it sounds on her. Happy and young.
“So what you been up to the last few days?” I ask, trying to sound nonchalant and failing miserably.
Pulling away from me, she sits up and turns to face me, not trying to hide her nakedness from me. “Mainly I sulked and moped.”
A laugh falls from my lips and I sit up, resting my back against the arm of the couch. “Yeah?”
“Yep. Then yesterday I got really angry.”
“At what?” I ask.
“Pretty much everything. Me, my mom and dad. You.”
“Me?” I ask, smiling.
“Yeah you.” Closing her eyes, she pulls in a slow breath. “I like you Carson and that scares the hell out of me. You make me feel weird and warm and I have no idea what to do with that, and I’m mad at you because I was content to exist in my bubble of shame and you wouldn’t let me.”
“I’m not gonna apologize,” I say, smiling, as I reach out and tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear.
“I don’t expect you to. But you need to take off the rose tinted glasses and stop pretending that I’m not a bitch. I am and that’s not because my mom told me to be, that’s just because I really am a bitch.”
“I know you’re a bitch Priss,” I say, tweaking her nipple between my finger and thumb. “You can be as bitchy as you like, to whoever you want, except me and your sister, she doesn’t deserve it and I won’t allow it.”
“You won’t allow it?” she says, arching an eyebrow at me.
“Nope,” I say, launching myself forward and pushing her back down against the couch as I crawl over her, caging her in with my arms and pinning her body down with my own, my hard dick grinding against her wet pussy. “I’ll fuck the bitchiness out of you.”
“That doesn’t sound so bad,” she purrs.
“It will when I don’t let you come, pushing you to the edge over and over and never letting you fall off,” I growl, grinding my hips and letting the tip of my dick push into her.
Her legs lift, wrapping around my back, her heels digging into my ass, urging me deeper, but I don’t move, giving her only the shallowest of thrusts, teasing her.
“Carson,” she whines, lifting her hips up.
“I think you forgot how this works. I’m in control.”
“So be in control, I’m yours,” she says, her words so much more impactful than the blasé way she just offered them.
“Say it again,” I growl.
Her beautiful blue eyes blink up at me, her lips parting slightly as they curve into a grin. “I’m yours,” she whispers.
I slam home, filling her in one hard thrust and claiming her completely, my lips taking hers as I seal her words with a kiss. By the time we peel ourselves free of each other its lunchtime and we’ve missed all our morning classes. Her hair is messy, her makeup smudged, but she’s never looked sexier to me.
“What are we going to tell my sister?” she asks, her arms banded around my waist as we sneak out of the dark room and into the empty hallway.
“That we’re together.”
“And are we?” she asks, sounding like she genuinely isn’t sure.
Spinning her in my arms, I cup her face with my hands and roll my eyes. “Yes Carrigan, we’re together. You’re mine and I’m yours. Boyfriend and girlfriend, a couple or whatever else you want to call us. Okay?”
“Okay,” she says, smiling as I tuck her under my arm and guide her towards the cafeteria.
“We thought you’d skipped,” Wats says, his grin wide and salacious.
“No we’re still here,” I say, leaning forward and slugging him in the shoulder without releasing my hold on Priss.
“Ow,” he laughs, rubbing at his shoulder, before turning calculating eyes to the girl at my side. “You lowering yourself to eat with us today Carrigan, now you’re sucking Carson’s dick?”
A coldness radiates through me as my muscles tense and I ready myself to beat the living shit out of my friend.
“Watson,” she purrs, untangling herself from my arm and taking a step toward him.
“What’s up boo, you hoping to take a ride on us all?” he sneers.
Her heels click along the floor as she closes the distance between them. I feel myself tense as she places her bright pink nails against his chest, tilts her head to the side and whispers just loud enough for me to hear. “Go fuck yourself.” A second before she snaps her knee up and into his balls.
A startled laugh falls from my lips as Watson crumples to a heap at her feet. “Dude,” I hiss, laughing as my balls clench up in sympathy. Priss walks straight back into my arms and I feel myself relax. I might be falling for her, but she’s still an enigma and a serious flight risk.
Wats curls into a ball on the floor, his hands covering his balls as he groans.
“What did Wats do?” Tally asks, arriving at our side, Arlo’s arm curled around her neck possessively.
“He deserved it,” Priss says quickly, her teeth worrying at her lower lip.
“I’ve no doubt,” Tally says shrugging it off with a laugh.
“What the fuck is going on with you guys?” Arlo asks, his expression suspicious as he looks between me and Priss, who is clinging to me, some of her earlier confidence fading.
“Let’s skip and we can go back to The Escape,” I suggest, looking down to Priss, who nods her agreement. Unable to resist I lift her chin and press my lips against hers.
Priss rides with me, while the others follow in Arlo’s car, he started driving himself once he and Tally made it official. I can feel the tension radiating off
