Devils' Day Party: A High School Bully Romance - C.M. Stunich Page 0,142

in my throat. “If I fuck you right here, in front of Sonja, she’ll never forgive me.”

“Damn straight!” Sonja calls out, her voice echoing across the water. “Don’t make me witness something I can never unsee.”

“We can kiss, at the very least, now can’t we?” I murmur, pressing my wet lips against Raz’s. We’re both wet and shivering again, just like we were when we climbed out of the creek at my aunt’s house. Even as I take the timeline in different directions, there are themes here. Raz and I are destined to be naked and vulnerable and wet together. A small laugh escapes my lips, but Raz kisses it away, his fingers tangled in my wet purple hair, his mouth a hungry monster I very much want to be devoured by.

“You sure as fuck bet we can,” he growls back, our mouths pressed so close that I feel his words more than hear them. Raz uses his other hand to cup my ass as I turn toward him, straddling his lap, my wet heat far closer to his cock than it ought to be. The temptation is there, but it’s the resistance that’ll make it so much sweeter later.

My hands come to rest on his wet chest, playing across the few small tattoos that he has, finding the edge of the plastic bandage covering his new ink. I tease the edge with my fingernail, breaking our mouths apart and pressing our foreheads together, so I can look down and see both of our tattoos at the same time.

“Are you convinced this isn’t a Devils’ Day trick now?” I ask, and Raz chuckles, slanting our mouths together again. He tastes like danger and uncertainty, but also like passion and desire. He wants me, and I don’t just mean in a sexual way. There’s a craving in his eyes that says he wants to know more, learn more, see more. Raz has grown up in a gilded cage, and I so desperately want to show him the world.

“Permanently inking my name onto your pretty little hip, that just about convinced me,” he whispers, sucking my bottom lip between his teeth, tasting me, savoring me. “You know what might work even better?”

“I can take a guess,” I start, smiling coyly, but then Raz shoves me off of his lap and into the cold water. I emerge sputtering, briefly reminded of Calix pushing me off the bridge the other day. Raz leans down, putting his elbows on his knees and smirking at me, but in a more playful way than I’ve ever seen before.

“You thought I was going to say sex, didn’t you?” he asks, shaking his head slightly, blond hair falling across his forehead. “But I want to prove something you.” He sits back up, cocking his head slightly to one side, his smirk falling into a self-assured smile. “I’ve had plenty of sex, but it didn’t mean shit. You mean something to me. I’m going to prove that to you by not fucking you today.”

“You’re kidding me?” I splutter, folding my arms on the edge of the island again. “You don’t want to have sex with me?”

“Don’t I?” he laughs, slipping off the island and into the water next to me. Raz grabs me with one arm, using the other to hold onto the moss-covered concrete edge, keeping us afloat. “I’ve never wanted anything more.”

“But …?” I continue, wrapping my legs around his waist. He’s very obviously hard and ready for me. It wouldn’t take much for us to come together … but I appreciate the thought behind the sentiment.

“But, I respect you enough to wait.”

I shake my head as Raz releases me, turning and using a few backstrokes to move through the water before I come to a stop, treading in place.

“Okay, who the fuck are you, and what happened to the real Raz?” I ask, but it’s Sonja who answers.

“That isn’t Raz out there; it’s Theodore Rasmus,” she shouts, and Raz sneers, turning back to look at his bestie as she strips off her clothes, standing stark naked on the edge of the spring while Luke blushes furiously behind her.

“Stop using my real name, Sonja Marie Jane Marquette,” he snaps. “Or I swear to fuck, I will ruin the rest of Devils’ Day for you.”

Sonja jumps into the water, splashing Luke and giving her little choice but to strip down and join us. April walks along the old, rotten dock, making me nervous as hell. She sits at the