I do the same, pulling in the scent of his cologne and the leather jacket. "What does Dash have to do with anything?" I ask after I register what he said.
"He's very-" Colson looks down at me barely an inch away from my lips so I can feel his breath when he sighs. "protective."
"That's what brothers do," I whisper back. His lips graze my cheek as he moves closer to my ear. My heart pounds so forcefully I fear that he can feel it.
"I want to taste you." His words linger in my head as he begins to kiss my neck. The heat from his lips gives me butterflies. There's a deafening silence between us, so quiet that I can hear nothing but my own heart beating feverishly against my chest.
Leaning my head to the side, I open for him, allowing him to step closer, to be closer. Instead he pulls away. "Let's get back before Dash comes looking." Colson takes my hand and leads me to the door. He unlocks the door and takes me back to the pew where Darrell, Mitchell, and Dashell all look at me with soft smiles. Like always.
I'm not sure what exactly Colson meant by Dash being protective, but if I want to be with Colson, I will find a way, even if I have to steal a tiny moment like the one we just had. The tiniest of moments could play on in my memories forever, taking them with me wherever I go. Always.
Chapter Two
‘Go To Hell’by Letdownblares in my headphones as I dance around my room while putting away my clothes. The song brings me peace, and I would listen to it on repeat if I didn’t have a hundred other songs I love too. But this one takes the cake, the bubblegum feeling mixed with rock.
I spin around and jump, feeling my heart fall out of my chest when I see Colson leaning against the door. I pull the bud out of my ear, “What can I do for ya?” I ask, folding a pair of pink underwear.
“Just admiring the sights.” Colson laughs. I crinkle my nose at him and stick my tongue out. He’s more of a tease than I could ever be, always there staring with a look of ‘I’m gonna devour’ you eyes.
“Either help me fold the clothes or get the fuck out. I don’t have time for our cat and mouse game today. Darrell’s taking me shopping.” I need a few things that none of the guys will just buy for me. Or at least, I haven’t asked them to. It’s a little awkward telling them that I need feminine cleaning products.
Colson walks into my room and lifts a shirt out of the white basket sitting on my bed. He moves to my closet and hangs it up. I nod and continue putting away my clothes.
It takes us about five minutes to finish putting away the clothes. I reach up to hang up the last pair of jeans when I feel hands wrap around from behind me, carefully touching the skin that shows when I reach up my arms.
My eyes fall closed so I can focus on the feeling of him touching me. A hand skates down my stomach and pushes down beneath my waistband. I suck in a deep breath, leaning back against him, I’ve felt his touch before, but today it feels different. Like his hands belong to me. When his fingers reach down to his prize, I suck in another breath. “Have you ever been touched like this?” Colson asks. I shake my head no right as he moves his fingers in a small circular motion. I’ve touched myself before, but I’ve never had someone else touch me, and when I say it feels so much better, I mean it's like the difference between eating old donuts versus eating one fresh off the line.
Biting on my bottom lip seems to be the best way to keep myself quiet when he moves his hand further down. “You’re soaked, Lolli. Do you enjoy having me touch you?” I nod my head as he slips a finger into me, pulling a gasp from my lips.
I could pull away, run from him and never look back. After all that was the plan right? Leave everyone behind, when I thought Colson wanted nothing to do with me.Fuck. It feels so goddamn good. If it feels this good with just his finger, I wonder what his dick would feel like inside me.
Reaching my hand behind me, I feel for his jeans and find a large bulge pressing against his zipper. I let out another gasp when I realize it’s his cock. Quickly I move my hand into his pants, pushing past his waistband to find the velvety skin, which jerks when I touch it.
I let out a soft cry when his fingers push into me further as my hand grips him. I’ve never felt a penis before and what a shame it is. The feeling of him sliding through my hand is amazing, titillating if I dare say. My breath picks up as my chest rises and falls faster with Colson’s quickened movements.
A hand covers my mouth as I feel my body tighten. “I’d make you scream for me, but I can’t have Dash hearing you.” The secrecy in all of this is hotter than anything else. I push up on my toes and lean into him as my entire body quivers. “Give it to me, Lolli.” I cry into his hand as my orgasm rips me apart. My body burns, like an ember being fanned back to life, burning with a fury deep inside me. The comparison between giving myself an orgasm and him giving me one is a day and night difference.
When I begin to come down from my high, Colson pulls his fingers from me, lets go of my mouth, and just fucking leaves me standing in the closet alone. I’m not sure how I feel about being left after such a powerful orgasm, given to me by my brother’s best friend. Like I should have done more for him, like he did for me. But, fuck me sideways, it was amazing, and I hope like hell this isn’t the end of it.
Darrell pulls up to the door of the store. “Be quick,” he says, handing me his card to pay for the things I need. “I’ll be right out here watching for you.” Is he seriously letting me go in by myself? Usually he doesn’t let me go anywhere alone. I nod, take the card and jump out of the SUV.
I watch as he pulls away, leaving me standing at the door. I look from the door to the back of his SUV driving away, feeling strange. Independence, that’s new. Turning on my heels, I find my way into the store, heading straight for the section I need. Women’s Hygiene. My mother always made sure I had everything I needed, and I was well stocked. Up until last week when I used the last bottle she had stocked up. I sigh at the amount of items staring at me, realizing that the bottle my mother used to get, isn’t here. I can’t even remember what it was called, I just remember what it looked like. It was blue with a large O on it. Omega-something. “Shit,” I whisper under my breath, squatting down to see the bottom row. There’s nothing here that looks even remotely the same.
What do I do now? Just pick something different. There’s one with blue flowers on it, I grab it and rush to the cashier. Paying for it is easy. The cashier drops it into a bag and hands me the receipt. “Have a wonderful day,” she says with a large smile with a rainbow set of braces.
“You too,” I say, clutching the bag to my chest. I make my way to the door and look for Darrell. He pulls up the second I walk through the doors. I jump in with a shaky breath.
“How’d you fair?” he asks.
“They didn’t have the same stuff Mom used to buy,” I say with disappointment.
“Sometimes companies discontinue items. It happens. Did you find something to replace it with?” He pulls away from the store.
“I hope so.” I let out a sigh. I really wanted the kind my mom bought. It smelled good and reminded me of her. She told me that it was a special soap, one that I always needed to use. But she never told me where to get it.
I can’t wait for high school to be over. I’m literally counting down the days to the end of this maddening place. My red and gold plaid skirt matches every other girl here. I wear a pair of kneehigh socks with my white shoes and a damn red cardigan with a white button up underneath it. I’m not sure whose brilliant idea it was to send us to a private school, but I hate it.
Everyone here is spoiled beyond spoiled. Most of the kids here drive fancy cars, carry designer bags, and wear expensive jewelry. I, however, go to school with Colson and Dash. Colson’s parents have money but not fuck you money, just enough to afford the nicer things in life. Darrell doesn’t believe in spoiling his kids, so we get what we need. Not what we want.