Page 36 of Trading Paint
“When will you be back?”
“Sunday sometime,”
Sway nodded once and took a drink of her beer. I nudged her shoulder. “You’re coming with me, right?”
“I didn’t know you wanted me to.”
“Youalwayscome with me...aside from last week.” I smiled.
It was true. Even if I was racing in California, we kidnapped Sway on the weekends. The one exception was last weekend and that was only because it was our senior prom, I refused to let her come. She needed to enjoy high school.
My eyes focused on her lips once again, wanting to feel them against mine. It’d been a while since the last time I kissed her and the magnetic energy screaming between us right now was enough to make me light headed.
I turned to drinking to divert my attention away from Sway. What caught my attention later in the evening was when Cooper started getting closer and closer to her. And by the end of the night they were leaving together, which pissed me off. I left after only three beers and I called Chelsea on my way home.
“I thought you were with the boys tonight?” she asked when she picked up.
“Do you want to come over or not?” I ignored her snide comment.
“Sure. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
It wasn’t right and it surely wasn’t moral. I was using her for my own benefit. Chelsea was oblivious to the fact that I did not intend to date her beyond high school but that she was only fulfilling a need.
I watched Chelsea make her way inside my room, removing her clothes and laying down on my bed. I knew what she wanted.
I wanted it too. I did. Sex was pretty much all I thought about when I wasn’t thinking of racing.
Her face grew soft and persuasive. “Please Jameson,”
My attention came gradually to what she said, “What do you want?”
“You,” she whispered against my bare shoulder.
I didn’t have any intentions of having sex with her that night but when I thought of the energy that hummed between Sway and me earlier and the way her eyes had sparkled against the flickering of the fire, I reacted to what was in front of me, lying on my bed.Naked.
Come on. I am a guy; a seventeen-year old boy to be exact.
Lay a naked woman in front of me—I’m going to react in some way.
Yeah I did it for the wrong reasons and thought of someone else the entire time but I did anyway. Sway was out doing god knows what with Cooper, why couldn’t I?
I wanted to stop, stop her, stop myself but I didn’t. Stopping didn’t seem like an option once I moved between her legs and my hormones took over and reactions seemed mechanical.
I heard her moan as I continued to push forward. She told me she was a virgin but she didn’t feel like one with the way she moved against me.
Once again, I tried to stop myself but my need seemed to be stronger. I only realized this wasn’t what I wanted when I stole a glance at her lust stricken blue eyes, wanting to see emerald.
The springs of my bed squeaked and my bed shook with what Ineededand then I came. Groaning and clutching her tightly, my one free hand that wasn’t holding her to me fisted roughly in her hair.
I regretted it before I even pulled out. Nausea rolled over me as I removed the condom and searched the floor for my jeans.
“All these months of asking—why now?”Chelsea asked pulling her jeans on.
I should have been embarrassed. I didn’t last long with the memories of Sway in my head not to mention the fact that I was nearly eighteen and had never had sex before. There’s no way I would have lasted long.
So many times, I’d imagined Sway in this very bed, showing her what I wanted to do to her.Repeatedly.That’s all it took to become a trembling mess.
With my room still dark, I pulled my jeans up and slipped my shirt back on as well.
