We decided to leave through a side entrance since the police were still lurking around. I didn’t want to be asked any more questions abouthim. It was hard enough keeping a straight face with Principal Brecken and Mrs. Teague.
My guts were all churned up at seeing Reynolds, especially as he taunted me like he wasn't done with me. I shook the thought from my head. I couldn't think like that. He'd been caught with Kendra, he lost his job, and he would be severely embarrassed by all the bad PR coming his way. I bet his dad was pissed.
I sent Bronx a text with our plans and he responded that everyone agreed–even Gabby. She was going to ride over with Axel and Bronx, and they would all be on their way as soon as the assembly was released.
"What shall we do in the meantime?" West asked as we hopped in his car.
I pressed my hand to his crotch, caressing his cock through his jeans. "Make up for lost time."
WegottoAxel'shouse in record time.
West unlocked the pool house and led me inside, going right for Axel's bedroom.
"Isn't this a little...personal?" I asked as West flopped on the bed.
"Nope. Axel owes me one. This summer I took the blame for all the parties he was throwing. His dad was pissed at him, but he likes me, so when he heard it was all my idea, he went easy on Axel."
"Lovely.”
"We never claimed to be perfect," West smiled as he grabbed my hand and tugged me onto the bed. “About the other night. Saturday. I am really fucking sorry, princess. I’m such an idiot sometimes. My head got all confused, and then I heard you and Bronx talking about me. Calling me a fuckboy and a distraction. That fucking hurt,” West laughed. “When I heard you say that...it felt like a punch to the gut.”
Still holding his hand, our fingers intertwined, I searched his face for any indication he was lying. There wasn’t one. I saw the hurt there. “I wish you would’ve asked me about it because I wasn’t being honest with Bronx. I was just…trying to protect myself, I guess. I haven’t been in a relationship before, West. I haven’t even casually dated. Yeah, I’ve hooked up with a couple of guys, but I never wanted to be around them long-term. Never wanted to talk to them, or cuddle with them, or sleep next to them every night.”
“This is new for both of us.”
“Mhmm. And then I saw those pictures–Kendra’s aside, which was horrible, by the way. You want to talk about a punch in the gut? How about a stab to the heart?”
“I’m sorry, baby. I’ll never pull that shit again.” He kissed my hand. “And nothing happened with them. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. You’re always with me, Ash.”
I leaned my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes.
"How are you doing? The truth, Ashtyn. We don't need to do anything other than be together if that's what you want."
"I'm okay. I'm not going to let him ruin my life. What he did...it could've been worse. Many girls have gone through much worse than me."
"That doesn't make what happened to you, whatever that was, any less traumatic. You don't have to tell me but–"
Without saying a word, I lifted my t-shirt and tossed it on the floor. West's eyes raked over my body, taking in all the discolored bruises and marks. The bikini top I wore in place of a bra hid more of the damage. I untied the top and it fell to my lap.
"Fuck, baby," West whispered as he laid me back on the bed and trailed his fingers over my stomach and chest. "Fuck!"
I ran my hand through his soft hair, trying to calm the storm that was brewing. I wasn't expecting the relief to wash over me. I thought I'd feel shame or embarrassment, but I didn't. It wasn't my fault.
"Did he rape you?" West asked as his eyes bounced around my body, taking in all the damage.
"Pete told him he couldn't fuck me. Didn't stop him from fucking my boobs. I'm just thankful he kept it away from my mouth," I said honestly, my stomach roiling at the thought of Reynolds.
"I'm gonna fucking kill him, Ash. I mean it," West seethed.
I continued to stroke his head. "I don't want to think about him. I just want you. I want you to make me forget how he touched me."
West kissed the inside of my arm, right underneath the new scars I'd made a few days ago. "Are you sure? You've been through a lot the last few days."
I pulled his shirt off and tossed it. My hands trailed over the hard plains of his abdomen, over every ridge and valley, and landed at the top of his jeans. Without pausing, I popped the button and unzipped his pants, pushing them down his thighs. I pulled his cock out of his boxers–it was only partially hard after our discussion. I began to stroke it, looking into his hooded eyes, and bit my lip. I knew he loved that.
He began to harden almost immediately, his heavy cock feeling silky in my grasp, the veins protruding, inviting me to have a taste. The piercing that he knew how to use so well glistened in the daylight. "I missed you.”
"I missed you," he rasped as I stroked up and down his length. "Fuck, that feels so good. No one makes me feel like this, princess. Nobody but you."