Shane Colton lives miles away towards the edge of the town. “So you walked all the way from the Colton’s.” I ask, incredulous.
“Along the river,” he tells me with a shrug. “How’s it going downstairs? I saw the tables on the lawn.”
“Aunt Constance is wondering when you’ll arrive.” I say.
He chuckles. “I wouldn’t miss my own party.” He runs a finger along my cheek. “How’re you doing?”
I shrug. “Okay.”
“I’ve missed you.” He says, pulling me closer and kissing me again.
My body lights up. I’ve missed this, missed him so much. I reach for him, pulling at his clothes, and helping him get rid of mine, my frantic desire for him growing as his hands set fire to my skin and my blood. We’ve done this so many times now, but each time it still feels new and different. When we’re naked, I reach for him, sighing as my fingers close around him. He’s still sitting on the bed, and I slide down, so I’m kneeling in front of him. He groans when I take him in my mouth, his hands fisting in my hair as he throws his head back.
I suck on him, flicking my tongue around the silken skin and watching the muscles of his chest tighten as he tries to hold on to his control. With an impatient sound, he reaches for me, pulling me up, so I’m straddling him. I wait impatiently while he rolls on a condom, and then takes hold of my hips, lowering me unto his long hard length. I groan, moving my hips so I can feel every single inch of him inside me.
His hands tighten on my hips as he starts to thrust into me, holding me steady as he drives my body insane. In only a few moments, I start to shake, moaning incoherently, my body quivering as I come apart around him and fall unto his chest.
He’s not done, still hard, he rolls over without letting go of me, so that I’m lying on my back, and he’s on top of me, then he starts to thrust again. Pleasure takes over me, and I’m sure the whole house can hear my moans. I don’t even know when I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him deeper. He groans and starts to move faster, each stroke taking me higher and higher until I can’t bear it anymore. I hear his loud groan as he slams into me one last time and comes, the same moment as my body tightens and explodes.
Afterwards, we lie there naked and kissing. I love being so close to him, feeling the warmth of his body around me.
“I’ve missed you.” I say.
“Me too,” He kisses my forehead.
“Where’s Blythy?” he asks after a while.
“Out by the pool with Carter,” I tell him.
His expression hardens, but it’s only for a fleeting moment. “I’m going to go down to see Aunt Constance,” he says, getting up from the bed and putting on his clothes. When he’s done, he gives me a light kiss on my lips. “See you at the party.” He says.
I nod, admiring his perfect body as he walks to the door and leaves the room. It won’t be long now, I think happily, before we can really be together.
I’m about to doze off when I notice that, on the nightstand beside my bed, the light on my phone is blinking. I read the text from May.
So excited, cant wait tanx for inviting me to hang with yummy Jackson, and his yummy friends.
I sigh. May is such a boy freak, but it’s part of her charm. She doesn’t have a boyfriend because her ideal man, according to her, only exists between the covers of her billionaire romance novels.
There’s another text, but it’s from Chace.
May drove by my house. I swear she’s hyperventilating about meeting hot guys, tempted to sedate her so she wakes up tomorrow after the party. See you at seven.
I smile, wondering if Chace and May would even be friends if not for me. Her bubbly nature amuses him, and his insistence on hiding his cuteness behind his glasses and the nerd hair confuses her. I invited them both to Jackson’s party, and I’m sure we’ll have fun watching people get drunk.
It’s only two hours until the party starts. Soon Blythe would burst into my room, frantically asking which one of several dresses I think she should wear instead of the one she’s chosen before. Aunt Constance would leave for the quiet dinner she's having at a friend’s so as not to be in the way, and then the guests would fill the house. It will be fun, but I’m more excited about Jackson, and after the party, when it will be just the two of us again, talking about our future, and making love until we’re exhausted.
May is mouthing the words to poker face and channeling Lady Gaga on the terrace, which is the dance floor for tonight. Chace and I are seated on the steps at the edge of the terrace, watching her, and taking pictures on our phones to torment her with later. There are other people on the dance floor, but nobody is dancing like May is dancing.
My eyes follow Jackson as he chats with his friends and dances with a couple of girls. We danced too at some point, his hand around my waist would have seemed innocent to onlookers, but I knew what the look in his eyes meant, and it made me eager and impatient for the party to be over.
I never get tired of looking at him, and sometimes it’s hard to believe that he’s mine, this guy who most of the girls in the room would give a hand to go out with. As if he can hear my thoughts, he turns to look at me and as our eyes meet. He grins at me, and I smile back.
“One day you’ll tell me what’s going on with you guys.” Chace says.
“Who says anything is going on?” I retort, without looking away from Jackson.
Chace shakes his head, making his curly hair bounce over his glasses. “I’m not blind.”