I slam the half-full can down on the counter then grab a couple more beers out of the cooler. “Fuck, I’m sorry.” I chuckle. “Let’s go, Willa. Something smells funky over here.”
“Yeah, your nasty girlfriend,” Layla grumbles from behind us as we walk into the living room.
“Nah, I’m pretty sure it’s your rotten pussy.” I glance over my shoulder and her foot stomps to the floor while her mouth forms an O.
“Fuck you, Lars.”
Flipping a finger over my shoulder, directed at her, I lead Willa over to the couch. “Move over,” I say to Tommy as I knock his leg over the coffee table that sits in front of the couch. “Killer party, man.” I make my sarcasm obvious.
“Yeah, about that. Figured we should keep it low-key tonight.” He winks. Fucker did this on purpose. He wanted Willa’s presence on my arm noticed. “In fact,” he kicks his feet back up, “Zed wanted to have a word with you about the arrangement.”
“Arrangement?” Willa asks.
“Holy shit, she talks.” Zed chimes in as he leans forward to get a better look at us. “How’s it going, Whispering Willa?” He smirks.
I grab an empty can that’s sitting on the table in front of us and chuck it at him. “Shut the fuck up.”
Talon grabs the can mid-air. “Oooh, someone’s defensive tonight.”
I crack open a beer and hand it to Willa who shakes her head no. Shrugging my shoulders, I tip it back and take a swig. “So, what’s the plan tonight? Sitting on the couch twiddling our thumbs until we pass out?”
“Well,” Zed springs up, “I’m planning on taking one of those ladies into Mr. Chamber’s office and letting her suck my cock. You’re welcome to watch if you’d like.” He flips Willa’s hair from behind the couch and I’m two seconds away from laying his ass flat on the floor. Before I can say anything, he heads toward the kitchen. Then I hear him say, “Come on, Cara. You look thirsty.”
“Is she really going with him?” Willa asks as she watches them walk away.
“She really is. Some girls have no morals.” I turn my body toward her. “Unlike you.” My hand finds her leg and her eyes shoot down as my fingers caress her upper thigh. Tipping her chin up with my free hand, I look into her eyes. “You’re special, Willa.” Tommy starts having a coughing fit and I know he’s fighting not to laugh. “Come on, let’s get away from these assholes.” I stand up and set my beer down, then take her hand in mine.
She doesn’t put forth any resistance when I pull her up. Talon waggles his brows, and Tommy sinks further into the couch. “Have fun, you two,” he says before downing his beer.
With her hand in mine, I lead her up the stairs to Tommy’s room. “Where are we going?”
“Away from the noise. Away from them. Thought maybe we could get to know each other a little better.”
Her hand feels so soft and tiny in mine. She’s this petite thing with wavy brown hair and eyes that match. She can’t be more than one-hundred and ten pounds soaking wet, and she's as plain as white bread. Well, she was. Until she caked on all that eyeliner. She looks better without it, in my opinion. She’s a cute girl, I’ll give her that. But she lacks everything that I’ve always been attracted to. “You having fun?” I ask her, though I know damn well that her response will be a lie.
“I’m having a great time.” There it is. Lie. Girls like Willa have no idea what fun is. She’s so sheltered. I’m pretty sure she lied to her stuck-up parents just to get out of the house tonight. There is no way in hell her stepdad, the pastor, would have let her leave otherwise. And her mom, the school librarian? Not a chance. They’re uptight and look down on people like me because they think they’re better than us with their holier than though attitudes.
Willa is different. I can tell that she’s miserable in her same old, day in and day out mundane life. She craves excitement. And, I plan to give it to her. If only for a night.
I push open Tommy’s bedroom door and don’t bother to turn the lights on. There’s a small glimmer of light coming from the open closet and I can see all that I need to see.
“Have a seat.” I nod toward the open queen-sized bed. When she sits down on the foot of it, I join her. Taking her hand in mine. “I really like you, Willa.”
Her eyes light up. “You do?”
“Mmhmm, I do.”
“You sure don’t act like it. Before last week, you never said a word to me.”
I shrug a shoulder. “I’m shy. Like you.” My fingers begin tracing the inside of her palm. “I’m glad we’re finally alone. I’ve been wanting to do this all night.” My eyes close and I lean forward to kiss her, but when I feel her pull away, I straighten up. “What’s wrong? You don’t wanna kiss me?”
Her head drops down and she looks at my fingers that are tangled with hers. “I do. It’s just that—”
“You’ve never kissed a boy before?”
She shakes her head, no.
“Then I can teach you. Give you your first kiss. Do you want that?”
Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips before she nods. “Ok.”
Cupping her cheeks in both of my hands, I turn her head toward me. “Close your eyes.” When she does, I press my mouth to hers. Prying her lips open with my tongue and sliding it inside of her mouth. She tastes as sweet as she looks. Using my hands as a guide, our heads move gently as her mouth opens and closes, her tongue finally perking up and dancing with mine. “There you go,” I mutter into her mouth.
Dropping one hand, I slide it between her legs and give her inner thigh a gentle
