My intention had been a firm peck at first, but when our lips touched, I couldn’t stop myself. I was hungry for more.
My hands moved up to grab her jaw, and I ran my tongue along the seam of her mouth, demanding entry. Molly’s lips parted on a breathy moan, and her body surged up towards mine. I had her caged against the lockers with nowhere to go, and Ilovedthe control that gave me.
The kiss was firm and consuming and it made my dick swell in my pants, my entire body coming alive. She was so fucking soft and pliant as I guided her head where I wanted it. Sucking on her tongue, lust radiated between us, the chemistry was raw and untamed as I fed on her mouth.
All I could sense was Molly; she tasted so sweet, the scent from her hair mixing with her natural, feminine essence. I could feel her small hands against my chest, her fingers curling into my shirt, pulling rather than pushing.
And then she started to kiss me back, and it became frenzied. I speared my fingers in her hair and yanked hard, and she whimpered into my mouth. So, she liked the rough stuff.
The heat between us took off, and I knew I had to shut it down before I lost control. The need to pick her up and thrust my hard-on against her core was extreme. The thought of sliding inside her pussy was making my cock painful and I knew we had to stop. Molly was about a minute away from being fucked hard against the lockers.
We were in the middle of the school, and judging from the whistles and whoops behind us, we were not the only ones enjoying ourselves. After one last thrust of my tongue, I drew back, resting my forehead against hers to catch my breath.
“You’re fucked now,” I panted. I didn’t know which of us I was talking about.
I could hear people’s phones and knew pictures had been taken, maybe even videos, but I didn’t give a shit. My intention hadn’t been for show, I had wanted, no fuck that,neededto kiss her.
“So sweet,” I said softly, raising my head slightly.
“What?” she husked, disoriented.
“Earth to Molly,” I whispered against her lips, revelling in her dazed expression. Molly’s head had sagged back against the locker I’d just pressed her against. She then blinked, clearly surprised by my actions and I moved away, walking backwards feeling as smug as fuck. I didn’t give a shit that my huge dick was tenting my pants.
“See you Sunday.”
As I turned away, I ignored the comments which burst around me. I didn’t want to leave her. She looked so confused by what had just happened. She seemed to enjoy it, but what if I was too rough?
Why do you fucking care?
On the outside, I had won that round but inside I was fuckingreeling. I had always thought myself to be emotionally impotent, but Molly Miller was proving me wrong.
You like her, as in,reallylike her.
I was one of the bad guys, but what was it about this one girl which made me want to change sides? Love at first sight was about as feasible to me as Santa Claus, but something was happening. The thought of messing with Molly now had me thinking I wouldn’t come out unscathed.
Stick to the plan, Hudson, keep your head out of your pants.
But it wasn’t just what was in my pants that I was worried about. It was that muscle caged behind my chest. It appeared it wasn’t as redundant as I had thought.
*****
As I got home that evening, thoughts of one pale little English girl weresmashedaway. My plan to fuck with Principal Miller also suddenly felt pointless as shit got real.
CallumfuckingGage, real.
It appeared my father had decided to try and fuck with my head again.
Ma was waiting for me in the kitchen with some mail. The return address was the Maximum Security Prison (MAX) in Cranston. What was unusual was that the envelope didn’t show my father’s inmate number in the top left-hand corner.
And for the first time in years, those walls I had built around myself started to crumble.
“You don’t have to open it,” Ma said in a strained voice. “If you’re not ready, Hudson, I can put it with the others Callum sent?” Her disgust as his name left her lips was apparent, and that cramping feeling in my chest became tighter. Like it always did when I thought of the piece of shit that was my father.
Callum had only choked me that one time, yet I remembered the feel of his rough fingers around my throat like it was yesterday.
On the rare occasions anyone in our house spoke about him, we used his given name, as the man wasnevera father to me. In all truth, he was a monster of the worst kind.
Growing up, I’d believed that I was somehow to blame, that my behaviour as a delinquent youth deserved the punishments he’d dished out. The day he murdered my mother was when that bubble of adolescent ignorance burst open.
