19. BV High

BV HIGH

Riley

"That ring is fucking gorgeous," Mags sighs.

"It also sets the standard." Lo points a candy cane at it. "When we find Mr. Right, he's gonna see that ring and want to match it or beat it."

"That's awful." I laugh, and also impossible. It's custom made so that it matches the rest of my jewelry.

Lo holds her hands up. "Hey, I don't make the rules."

"I'll settle for a bubble gum machine ring from a man who looks at me like"—Mags pauses and laughs—"Bossy and Major look at Lily."

"She cheats." I laugh. "Little stinker sneaks treats to them all the time."

"You better watch it, or Uncle Alex will be putting them on a diet like he did old Wile." Iz snorts.

Feeling a wave of nausea strike, I grab my ginger tea and take a sip, and it redirects me to start the conversation about the future.

"Sorry I'm late," Syd says as she pushes through the door and hurries to us.

"How'd this date go?" I ask since that seems to be all she's been doing the past couple months.

"There won't be a second," she huffs as she sets her bag on the counter.

"Give it to us." Lo giggles.

"The clencher was the look on his face when I stepped back from an attempted goodnight kiss and held out my hand. The damn fool really thought he was getting some tonight. I am not a first date kind of girl, and my bio specifically states that." She looks at me. "Did you already do the thing?"

"Of course not." I shake my head.

"Wait, what's the thing and why does Syd know and we don't?" Mags asks.

"I know, too," Lo taunts her.

"Be nice," I scold her lightly as I grab the two boxes beneath the bar and set one in front of each of them. "Go ahead and open them."

"Oh no." Iz pushes hers forward. "I'm all in for the gift we all decided to give each other instead of stupid purses or shoes this year."

I push it back. "We're still doing the girls' week in Moab."

We plan to head west this spring and do some off-roading. That's still the plan.

"It's not really a gift so much as a rite of passage." Syd smiles as she taps the bar.

To that, they tear into the little boxes, where they each pull out a key.

"This is to my place. Mags, you can move in anytime. Iz, we're adding on a room, and it will be done by the time you graduate."

Their excitement is overwhelming, but so are most things lately. Freaking hormones.

"What about Syd?" Liz asks.

"Syd?"

"I bought the space I rent for the shop." She claps. "My little apartment over it is getting a much needed reno now."

We celebrate that the way we have done every milestone any of us have ever hit—with squeals, hugs, laughter, and sometimes tears.

While that is happening, I grab the four other little boxes and set one in front of each of them.

"Before you open these, you have to swear that what's inside is only talked about between us." I glance at Lo, who already knows. Hudson and I told our families a few days ago, and Mom is having this conversation with the aunts now, too.

When they open them up and pull out the little keychains engraved with " Futured Bridesmaids " on one side, they give polite responses, which makes me laugh because, of course, they knew they would be.

In a robotic tone, Lo gasps and says, "Oh my God, look what's on the other side."

And to this, I receive all the love from my best friends, who will be our child's " Future Auntie ."

"Are you okay?" Hudson asks as he exits his vehicle and jogs to where I stand in front of the entrance to the fitness center at Blue Valley High.

"I am. I just need you to blah, blah, blah," I mumble the last part because it doesn't matter, and he's not close enough to understand that.

"Yeah, of course."

I walk in quickly, knowing he'll have to catch up, and he needs to; I have fifteen minutes to get this job done, not a minute more.

"Brooksie babe, what's going on?"

"I think it's coming from this way." I smirk to myself at my choice of words.

"What's coming?"

You, in a couple minutes, future husband and baby daddy , I think.

"The thing," I say, pushing open the door to the girls' locker room.

"Am I even allowed to be in here?" he asks in a freaking adorable tone.

I hurry toward my senior locker and point to it. "You see that number?"

He nods and smirks. "Thirteen."

I step toward him and grab his hips. "This was mine in high school."

"Yeah?" he asks

I hook my thumbs in his waistband. "Fate, wouldn't you say?"

"You're pushing down my sweats, Brooksie; I'd say anything you want me to right now."

On my knees, I wrap my hand around the base of his cock and look up, sure enough, to see his teeth bared. I keep my eyes on him when I catch the little ball at the end of his piercing with my teeth and give it a tug.

"Fuuuck." His head falls back.

"Eyes on me, Hart." I tug a little harder.

He gives them to me. Of course he does. He'd give me the world if I asked, and I'd do no less for him. Obviously.

I lick the precum coating his slit, and his cock twitches.

"Fucking love you."

"Love you." I grip him more firmly and begin to stroke him as I suck.

One of his hands grips my shoulder and the other lands on a navy-blue locker. "So fucking good. So good." He thrusts into my mouth, but not enough to gag me.

"It's a good day," I say, stroking him.

Good day is code for I don't feel like I'm gonna get sick, and I take him deeper to prove it.

"F uuuck !" he growls, and I take him even deeper.

The feel of his dick, the metal balls against the back of my throat, is something I didn't think would turn me on, especially when every other day I am sick as soon as I wake up. But there it is.

"You good?" he asks, fisting my ponytail and slowing me down.

"So good," I say around his cock.

Mouth full, I nod and suck down up the length of him, pressing my tongue flat against the bulging veins on the underside that I swear I feel when he's inside of me and all the way up to wrap my lips around his thick head and suck even harder.

I love the feel of him in my mouth, the taste of him, and right now, I am having my first craving, and it's his cum.

I lick his thick, hard, beautiful cock before tugging at the piercing, and do it while watching his jaw tighten. I feel powerful on my knees before him, which is the exact opposite of anything I have ever experienced before.

I continue sucking faster, taking him deeper, even gagging myself a little, and it feels so good.

"Brooksie, do that again, and you're going to be getting a mouthful."

I continue. Of course I do. I grip him harder, stroke him faster, and then take him again, all the way to the back of my throat.

"Last warning."

I do not relent. I suck, and lick, and stroke until my man is cursing my name, and that's hot, too.

His first burst of hot cum hits the back of my throat, and I swallow quickly, continuing to suck and pump him. The next hits, and I swallow that, too, and then the third.

"Fantasy fulfilled," he groans as he pulls me up and hugs me. "Expectations surpassed."