Chapter 7

seven

HENDRIX

I watched, confused as hell, as the darkness swallowed Lola.

I'd wanted that apology for two years. Now that I had it, it didn't change a thing. It didn't make anything better; it just made me feel more like shit.

"You're a dick." Wolf pulled himself up the ladder. "I wasn't looking at her."

"Bullshit." I yanked off my soaked T-shirt, twisting the water out before I headed across the field to the party.

"You're one doomed motherfucker, Hendrix," Wolf called behind me.

And from the way it felt a few moments back when Lola's slick body had been plastered against me in the water, I hated to say it, but I thought he was right.

The next morning, before school, Wolf dropped me by the electric company.

We'd sold enough weed at last night's party that I was able to pay the reconnection fee and buy a Slushie. Which was good seeing as how that girl never showed up about renting the room.

I stood outside of the 7-11, slurping back the drink while I stared across the street at the school parking lot. Specifically at Kyle's red Honda. He had a Chewbacca sticker on the back windshield.

I bet he purrs like Chewbacca when he comes.

Watching her kiss him last night had set my ass on fire, and then having her wet body pressed against me in that water…my dick hurt this morning from beating off with Country Peach lotion all night.

I had a good mind to skip—just so I wouldn't have to be around Medusa and all the snakes wriggling around on her head, but even with the power now on, my house would feel like an inferno. I'd rather suffer through Lola's shit than roast my nuts off, so I crossed the street and checked into school in time to meet up for a drug deal in the library before lunch.

I slammed the door to my locker, then rounded the corner, running right into Wolf. "You're going the wrong way."

"I'm going to sell some weed to Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary."

"How does her garden grow?" A shit-eating grin spread over his face before he barked out a laugh. "Bald. Because she trims that shit." He whacked me on the back. "Get her to do that thing where she presses on your taint before you come." He mimicked a chef's kiss before he walked off.

But the thing was, I didn't want Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary to do anything to my taint. That was what Lola Stevens had done to me; she had dimmed my light to the point I couldn't even find joy in busting a nut without the help of Country Peach. And that was just sad.

The musty scent of books smacked me in the face like a wet dick when I opened the library door. I wound through the bookcases to the dust-covered spines of the reference section.

A loud gasp came from the other side of the shelves. "Don't let Miss Thomas see you with that, Kevin. She'll tell your mom."

"Holy shit! This is totally porn."

It was two of the weird kids Bell had stolen tests off of last year. They'd found porn in the school library?

The familiar click of a camera phone sounded. "I'm gonna send this picture of the Reverse Cowgirl's Helper to Kyle. He can try it on, Lola."

Try it. On Lola? White-hot, jealous rage burned through me as I shot around the corner of the bookcase.

Kevin sat in the middle of the aisle, The Kama Sutra spread out in his lap, his phone held above it, flash on. He stared up at me, wide-eyed and full of fear.

"Don't you send that to that sack of shit!"

Kevin's friend took off screaming through the empty library. But Kevin? He didn't move. Didn't blink.I took a step forward, and when he dropped his phone, I swooped in like a vulture and snatched it.

A text message thread to sack-of-shit Kyle was on the screen.

After last night… maybe you can get Lola to try this. ????

My grip on that phone tightened, the edges of the device cutting into my fingers. "What do you mean, after last night?" Last night her legs had been wrapped around my hips in that lake, her nearly bare pussy pressed against my hardening cock.

I jumped in after her. Kyle's punk ass didn't, and yet… after last night ?

"Is Kyle dating Lola?" I managed through my tightening throat. Because screwing was bad enough, but dating… I'd kill him.

"I think so. I don't know. Maybe. I-I mean, she's been sleeping at his house. I can see into his room." Kevin's hand flew to his mouth like he wished he could shove those words back down his scrawny throat. "Not that I stare in there or anything. It's just right next door, and when the light is on and I look out the window, I can't help but see, and I just—I think she was sleeping in his bed," he finally wheezed.

An end-the-world nuclear rage blasted through me.. .

Sleeping in his bed —In motherfucking, sack-of-shit Kyle's pee-stained bed?

Not one damn thing was sacred between us now. Like hell, I'd let a girl sleep in my bed. I wouldn't even kiss a girl. That was vulnerability. I didn't have room for actual intimacy. That real estate had been sold years ago to Lola.

Jesus Christ. I couldn't handle this right now. I stormed out of the library, bursting through the door and telling myself there was no way in hell Lola was actually dating Kyle Jones.

She'd been friends with him since we were in second grade.

She'd made it her life goal freshman year to get him a girlfriend—which she'd failed to do.

And most importantly, she'd been mine.

I charged down the empty hall and into the noisy cafeteria. My gaze swept past the line of people waiting for lunch, past the group of kids lobbing breadsticks across the room, and straight to the table in the back corner.

Kyle dropped his stupid tray to the surface right before his saggy ass fell to the stool beside Lola.

The pissed-off part of my brain said I should laugh if Kyle was dumb enough to date her. But the part that couldn't let her go rose up like an angry cobra, fangs dripping with venom and ready to strike.

She could be a traitorous Medusa all she wanted, but she was my traitorous Medusa.

I narrowed my gaze, irrationality overtaking all else. "Reverse Cowgirl, my dead dick," I mumbled, hauling ass across the shitty lunchroom.

Robert saw me coming first, freezing with a forkful of spaghetti halfway to his mouth. One by one, the geeks looked up. Every one of them visibly panicking.

There's something to be said for appearing to be unstable…

I snatched Kyle up by the back of his Chewbacca shirt. He screamed, flailing in my hold.

"Stop fighting me and accept your fate." Anger pulsed in my temples. "I told you that pussy was mine. And you think you're going to fuck it?"

The pink hue of Kyle's cheek faded. "I'm not fu-fucking anyone's pussy."

Lola beat her fists over my back, shouting at me to drop him.

"Do you lie to God, Chewyfuckface?"

"N-no."

Nails sliced over my arm. I tightened my grip like a boa constrictor. "Then don't lie to me because right now, I can either end you or give you a second chance at life."

He went limp in my hold, and I stopped.He'd actually passed out. That was a first.

The entire lunchroom was silenced. Spaghetti noodles dropped from Robert's fork, splattering the table as I laid Kyle on top of the plates of pasta.

"What did you do?" Lola whacked me again.

I spun around, wrapping an arm around her waist and hauling her over my shoulder.

"Hendrix! Put me down!"

The more she squirmed, the more I felt her tits press into my back, and the more I knew the one thing I couldn't handle was letting any other guy think she could belong to him the way she had me. I'd cart her ass off like a Neanderthal just to prove a point.

"What are you doing?"

"Pissing on you," I said, then headed toward the exit with her fists pounding my back.

She called me every name under the sun as I lugged her past the onlookers straight through the cafeteria doors.

"You used to be a helluva lot stronger," I said, turning into the men's restroom right outside the lunchroom.

The stench of weed circled around me as I hauled her into a stall and locked the door. Fifteen different plans spiraled through my head, all of them ending with her on my dick.

I dropped her to her feet. Then caged her between me and the flimsy stall wall. Damn, that Country Peach had my dick angry hard.

"I swear to God, Hendrix. If you—"

My restraint snapped. I slammed my mouth over hers, needy as fuck for a taste of her, and for a minute, I went weak.

I'd never kissed anyone else. It was too personal, too intimate. And this was the one thing that would always be hers because it was the one thing that meant something to me.

Her lips parted on an uneven breath. That was all the invitation I needed. I deepened the kiss to something brutal, my hands roaming and groping every dip and curve of her body. When I fisted her hair, she grabbed my shirt on a soft moan.

God, I would give anything to erase the mountain of shit between us, to make this mine again. "This is what you wanted last night at that party, isn't it?" I wanted her to admit she wanted me, that she'd fucked up. "Huh, Lola? When we were in the lake."

Her hold on my shirt relaxed before she tried to shove me back a step. But I wasn't accepting that shit, and based on how her body had just reacted, she was still just as weak for me as I was for her.

"I told you not to fucking do this to me." I grabbed her hair and snatched her tight against me again. "Because this is what you'll get." Then I kissed her, hard and angry, telling myself this was the only time I'd sink this low with her. The only time I'd give in to the toxic pull between us.

I sank a hand between her legs. "You remember how good it was?" My balls ached at the thought. Because my dick knew nothing would ever be as good as her.

I ground the heel of my palm against her through her shorts, imagining I could fuck myself into her while fucking her right out of me. "How hard I would make you come?"

Her head dropped against the stall with a groan. "I remember."

"Good." I sank my teeth into her neck and told myself one more bite. One more kiss. But then I ripped her shorts down her legs, shoved her underwear to the side, and slid my fingers over her warm, slick pussy.

I couldn't stop myself. After all, she was heroin, and I was a fucking addict.

"Hendrix…"

My name on her lips, all breathy and desperate like I was all she needed, nearly made my dick explode. And I sure as hell was about to make sure it did.

I pulled at my zipper with my free hand, ripping my jeans open and fisting my hard cock.

"What is it, Lola?" I spread the bead of precum over my head while imagining sinking balls deep into her warm pussy, making her promise it was still mine and no one else's. "You want me to make you come?"

"Yes." Her hands slipped beneath my shirt, nails scratching over my stomach as I teased her entrance.

I half-laughed against her lips, then released my dick and hooked her leg with my arm, trapping her thigh between our bodies. "Beg me."

I sank two fingers deep inside her spread pussy, pumping until she was right at that edge, her nails threatening to break the skin. Then I stopped.

She tried to grind over my hand, but I pinned her in place, rubbing my bare dick against the back of her raised thigh. If I wanted, I could get off just like this. Just because it was her.

"That's not begging…" I smiled against her throat.

"You're such…" She stopped to catch her breath. "An asshole."

"And you're still not begging…"

"Fuck. Please…" It came between uneven breaths, barely audible.

"I know you can do better than that, but…." I pressed my finger deep inside her. "Selfishly, I just want to hear you come."

In seconds, her muscles clenched around my fingers. Her back arched against the metal wall, pussy grinding over my hand on soft moans. And that sent me over the edge.

If I didn't bust a nut soon, I'd be one hundred percent homicidal.

"God, I fucking hate you." I pinned her to the wall and pulled my fingers from her pussy, spreading her moisture over the head of my cock.

"I know." She swatted my hand away, then wrapped her fingers around my dick.

I groaned when she stroked over me fast and hard. "Fuck…" It felt damn good, but it wasn't just her perfect grip that had me two seconds from losing it. It was everything. It was just Lola.

I gripped her jaw, pressing another hard kiss to her lips, when I came on a hard grunt.

Our heavy breaths filled the small bathroom. This was bad. Pimp stripe removal bad. Pussy-ass heartbreak bad. God, I was an idiot. And judging from the horrified expression on her face, she felt the same way.

"Shit…" She grabbed her shorts and pulled them on, refusing to look at me. " Shit !" She yanked a piece of toilet paper from the holder, half-attempting to clean my come from her shirt before reaching for the door.

Lola took one step out of the stall before she froze.

Kyle stood by the sink, a damp paper towel to his forehead, his mouth gaping as his beady, four-eyed gaze shifted from her soiled T-shirt to my exposed semi-hard dick. Fucking sucks, doesn't it? You shriveled up Jabba the Hutt?

I jerked my chin before fisting my dick and milking one last drop from it. "‘Sup, Sleeping Beauty?"

He puffed his inhaler before making an about-face to the wall. I snorted at the orange patches of pasta sauce covering the back of his Star Wars tank top.

Lola went to the sink and splashed water on her shirt, huffed, then knotted it to hide the stain. Without so much as a backward glance, she latched onto Kyle's arm and dragged him out the door with her.

If he wasn't fucking her before, he definitely wouldn't be now… No one in the school would.