The Punk and the Plaything (When Rivals Play #3) - B.B. Reid Page 0,114
I was about to mention how I was used to it when I stopped myself. It was a disgusting thing to admit. No one should be used to being abused.
“When we get out of here, I’m going to feed you and fuck you slowly—in that order.” His nostrils flared as he pinned me with his gaze. “And then you’re going to tell me how many times he’s done that to you.”
I gulped.
Jamie had refrained from killing my father, making me think I’d underestimated his ability to think rationally, but I wondered if that would remain the case after I told him everything.
“Don’t even think about lying to me, Barbette.”
His nostrils flared, so I cupped his cheek, feeling his warmth and drawing his strength. At that moment, I knew I trusted Jamie more than anyone. I was just sorry it took me this long to realize it. “Never again.”
He looked skeptical for a moment before nodding and turning to Four and Ever. “Make sure this piece of shit doesn’t follow us.”
“She’s not eighteen yet,” my father argued. “The law is still on my side. I’ll have her back by the end of the night!”
Jamie smirked at his threat. “First, you’d have to find us.”
Taking my hand, he pulled us down the hall while my father shouted obscenities. I was still baffled by his taunt. My birthday was still a week away. Surely, Jamie didn’t intend for us to hide that long? Where would we even go?
“Jameson John Buchanan, I did not fly three thousand miles to watch everyone else’s children cross that stage!” Mrs. Buchanan yelled.
Jamie’s plan to feed me and fuck me had come to a dead halt when his mother caught us making a break for his Jeep. I simply held his hand while she ripped him a new one in front of the entire school. Everyone was staring, but neither of them seemed to notice.
Losing his patience, Jamie’s head fell back on his shoulder. “Moooom,” he groaned aggravatedly.
“Don’t ‘mom’ me. Tell me where you were right now.” When her gaze slid to the side and landed on me, I quickly ducked behind Jamie. “Oh, God… it’s like we never left. The two of you are going to turn my hair gray, aren’t you? Well, you listen to me now. I’ve still got a few miles left myself. I am too young and too fly to be someone’s grandmother.”
I pressed my face into Jamie’s strong back to muffle my laughter. She was completely serious, which only made it funnier. I could feel Jamie squeezing my hand, telling me to quit it, but I couldn’t. Clearly, Jamie had gotten all his looks from his father and a heaping dose of his personality from his mother.
“I’ll be sure to wrap it up,” he lied as he stepped around his mother. We’d had sex twice now, and both times were unprotected. The smile I wore died.
I glanced back to see if his mother was following and saw that her attention was stolen by Four and Ever, who had just emerged from the building hand in hand. I frowned, wondering where my father had gone. Mrs. Buchanan didn’t waste time laying into them, and I realized how lucky we’d been when Ever’s parents, along with Four’s mentor, closed in on them, too.
“She has a point, you know.”
“Oh?” he said, sounding disinterested in anything his mother said.
“We’ve been taking way too many risks. You need condoms.”
“I have condoms.”
“Then why don’t you use them, and how many girls have you not used them with?”
Opening the passenger door, he lifted me inside his Jeep. “One.”
“I hope that’s including me.”
He leaned down to kiss me before smiling against my lips. “It is.”
“As warm and fuzzy as it makes me inside to know I’m special…” I pushed him away before saying, “No more love unless you wear a glove.”
Sighing, he slammed my door closed before rounding the hood and climbing inside. As he drove away from the school, I studied his profile, trying to gauge if he was upset. It would really suck if he was because I wasn’t backing down. I was rather enjoying sex with Jamie, and it would be a shame to stop. We were barely a mile from the school when he slid his fingers between mine and kissed the back of my hand.
My heart began fluttering like crazy in my chest.
A few minutes later, he was pulling into a pharmacy. “Come on,” he ordered before stepping out.