“Why would I be? What are the odds of us both being serial killers?” she asks, narrowing her eyes on me.
It takes a few seconds, but we both burst into a fit of laughter.
I like her more and fucking more.
“Seriously, though, don’t come here on your own,” I warn, my protectiveness spiking, surprising us both.
“I won’t, I promise. This can be our place.”
Our place. I like that.
We talk for hours, about nothing, about everything, in the blue light from the full moon above. Soon, I know our night will come to an end, but I don’t want it to.
It’s so peaceful here away from the expectation and stress of school. Away from the reputation and rumors.
“Why are nice girls always attracted to bad boys?” she asks on the walk back to my car.
“Am I a bad boy?” I raise a challenging brow.
“The question you should be asking is, am I a good girl?” she counters as we slow to a stop by my car.
“Are you?”
The air between us is palpable. My skin hums with electricity as she closes the space between us. Looking up into my eyes, she murmurs, “I don’t want to be, when I’m around you.”
Her lips hover so fucking close, but so far. Cupping her face, I push my lips to hers, chaste and sweet, before backing away. “Then let me be the good one for both of us,” I tell her, ignoring the straining of my cock and the pulsing of my blood screaming at me like a bloodthirsty night crawler wanting to devour her whole.
She touches a finger to her lips, her eyes heavy and cheeks flushed.
“Goodnight, Rhett Masters.”
“Goodnight, Chastity Griffin.”
I watch her walk to her house and disappear from view before I release the breath I’d been holding and brace my arms against the roof of my car to steady my heartbeat.
I’ve honestly never felt this kind of need before, and of all people, it had to be with her.
I’m fucked.
The days pass in a haze of all things Chastity. She’s become my addiction, occupying my every thought. At school, she offers me coy smiles, followed by texts referencing Romeo and Juliet quotes or trivia.
Usually, this kind of shit would have me running for the hills, but not with her.
I’ve held off doing anything with her but a peck on her lips here and there, but there’s tension so thick between us, I’m sure the atmosphere around us shimmers with big signs stating how bad we want to fuck each other.
“Rhett, please put your phone away for a few seconds,” my dad says, nervousness catching in his voice.
He’s scared of me—no, not of me, of what I’m capable of. He knows I’m part of The Elite, or will be, because God isn’t subtle when talking about it when he’s here, which is less and less as of late. It’s my fault. I’ve been too preoccupied with Chastity.
“Sure.” I place my cell on the counter and sip the energy drink I opened an hour ago. It’s flat, but still quenches my thirst.
“Your mother will be coming into town at the weekend. She has some business. It might be nice for us all to have dinner…”
Acid floods my muscles and liquefies my heart. “Does she want that?” I hear the need in my voice. It’s not the tone of a grown man; it’s the voice of a little boy who still needs his mother and misses her.
“Yes. It was her idea.”
Her idea. She wants to go to dinner.
“Okay. Just let me know where and when.”
“Great.”
There’s a spring in my step and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Pride, who meets me at the coffee hut on campus.
“You got laid?” He slaps my back and offers a fist for me to bump.
“No, not yet.” I shake my head, laughing, but it’s strained. Was there a time limit on bedding Chastity?
“So, what’s with the afterglow?” he snorts, sipping his coffee and wincing.
“Nothing, but while we’re on the subject.”
“The subject of nothing?” He smirks.
“You know what I mean. Is there a time limit?”
“Before we graduate would be good,” he mocks me.
“So…no?”
“No, what?” Wrath asks, taking a seat with us. He’s seemed off the last few days, worry clouding his eyes.
“Everything okay?” Pride asks, seeing the same strain.
“Yeah. I need to get to class.” With that, he stands and saunters off.
“That was weird,” I state.
“You’re all weird,” Pride grunts, tossing his full cup in the bin and swiping up his backpack.
“So…no?” I shout after him.
He ignores me. Asshole.
Lessons blend into one as the day ticks by slow as fuck.
Chastity: Carnival is in town.
Me: Carnival is always in town around you. You smell like cotton candy and apples.
Chastity: Is that a good thing?
Me: A very good thing. *Groans*
Chastity: If you take me, I’ll let you kiss me in the tunnel of love.
Me: Deal.
Anticipation tightens my muscles. My hands clench and unclench. Ever since she told me she would let me kiss her in the tunnel of love, I’ve had a one-track mind.
The outfit she opted to wear is driving me crazy. I’m about to bust a nut in my pants. The way she makes me feel is so unlike me, yet I don’t want to pull away from it—I want to run toward it full force.
She holds back the pain, the sorrow and fear of not being good enough of surviving and my mother hating me for it. She makes the raging storm calm so I can breathe through it.
“You’re staring again.” She bites her lip, turning to face me.
“I’m not even going to deny it, you look incredible.” I tell her, raking my eyes down the summer dress that hugs her tits and waist, then flares out to flirt with the tops of her creamy thighs. She’s sexy and innocence all wrapped up in a forbidden, delicious package.
“Let’s get cotton candy.” She beams, taking my hand and tugging me toward a stall.
“Two please,” I say, but Chastity holds her finger up. “Just one. We’ll share.”
The girl manning the machine looks to me for confirmation.
“One.”
Warm bodies move around us like movie extras. Tonight is just about the two of us. No one else exists in our reality.
Curling cotton candy around her finger, she makes a show of swiping her tongue out to gobble it up.
“You want a taste?” She smirks, pushing the pink cloud toward my face.
Yes I do.
Tugging her wrist, I catapult her toward me, then steal her squeal with my lips. I suck her fat bottom lip into my mouth and release it with a pop.
“Delicious.” I wink. She just stares at me, breathing heavy and unrestrained.
“Kiss me, Rhett Masters,” she demands, dropping the sticky sugar to the floor and throwing her arms around my neck.
Her supple body pushes hard against mine. “Kiss me like no one is watching,” she breathes, her eyes shimmering with need.
Crashing my lips to hers, I drain the air from her lungs and make my own seize.
My arms wrap around her torso, pinning her body to mine and I devour her, unrelenting. I roam her mouth with my tongue, exploring, caressing. Her body is so responsive to mine, she shudders in my arms, giving back everything I’m giving her.
Nerves and excitement spark in my gut like it’s my first time. I can’t explain it. All I know is this is new, this is real, this means something—like the world stopped and all there is is me and her.
Catcalls break through the heady haze of lust, and the world floods back in. I reluctantly slip her down my body and steady her when she sways.
“Get a room,” someone snorts as they walk past, giving us stink eye.
Ignoring the audience, she pats her hand over her chest above her heart and smiles.
“I’m definitely living the best life. Wow.” She giggles.
Grasping her behind her neck, I pull her head against my chest and kiss the top of her head, taking a moment to inhale the apple of her shampoo.
Her hands tighten in my shirt, and my cock strains and pulses against the zipper of my jeans, desperate to plunge into her heat.
Now that we’ve crossed the threshold of making out, she can’t keep her lips from mine, and I can’t keep my hands from roaming every curve of her taut body. Placing my palm against her lower back, I assist her very capable body into the seat of the love boat.
Who dreams this shit up? Love boat? And since when would I ever go on something like this?
Her smile brightens, and my heart stammers. Since her, that’s when.
We’ve been on every ride there is, all but the house of mirrors. Bugs have bitten our flesh, and we’re drunk on junk food and sugar candy. Chastity has been carrying around a giant pink bear I won on ring toss, refusing to let me dump him on a park bench.
She holds up our tickets for the mirror house and squeezes the fluffy bear through the guardrail.
Once inside, she teases me by attempting to hide. It’s comical when she’s carrying a bear bigger than her.
“I see you,” I warn, jolting forward and reaching out. To my utter surprise, I hit glass and I stumble forward, knocking the mirror. It opens up like a secret door.
Shit.
“I totally got you,” Chastity says from behind me.
“I think I broke the house.”
Her mouth drops open, then closes. Intrigue glistens in her curious eyes. Stepping around me, she pokes her head through and slips inside.
“Where are you going?” I whisper-yell, following her ass inside, then pushing the mirror closed so no one sees what we’ve done.
It leads to a backstage type area where staff move around and set up. It’s dark, and no one is here except us.
Her bear forgotten, she climbs me like I’m a tree, and I chuckle at her desperation. She’s nothing like I thought she was going to be.
The heat of her pussy rests against my waist when she tightens her arms around my neck and legs around my torso.