When we don't know who to turn to, sometimes we turn to the ones we least expect.
Luke Salazar is a senior at Bay High School, and he's been pushed, shoved, and shut out for most of his life. Miles Jefferson has been the ringleader of a lot of that...
"Bye," I waved tiredly to Brooke as we dropped her off at her house. We had dropped Luke off first, not before he told me that he saw what that douche was doing to me at the club, and if he had gotten to him first, he'd have done the same thing as Miles. I appreciated that; I also laughed inwardly at the idea of Luke fighting anyone in a club.
Miles and I drove to his house in comfortable silence. We were both exhausted, and all I wanted was to get this dress off.
We arrived at his house, and all was dark; thank God his dad hadn't come home early again. He wasn't scheduled to return until Monday morning, so we should be safe.
Miles opened the door for me as usual, holding my hand like I was the only link between him and the earth.
I dropped my purse on the couch and headed alone to the pool deck, Miles having stopped in the house for something – probably a drink.
When I got outside, I looked around, at that moment noticing that the pool deck was completely private. I stretched my arms over my head, my dress riding even further up my thighs.
I heard his breath hiss behind me, and in an instant, his hands were grazing my hemline, his breath warm on my neck. He pushed my hemline up a centimeter, achingly slow.
I closed my eyes and leaned my head against his shoulder. "Please," I urged. "Take it off."
He pushed it up further, right past my navel. I was suddenly very thankful for Brooke making me wear the red lace thong and matching strapless bra.
His hands caressed the curve of my ass, his breath coming shallower with every passing second. "My God, you're flawless."
I sighed, a deep, breathy sound that led him to push the dress all the way up and over my head. He tossed it to the ground and turned me around. I looked up at him from under heavy eyelids, unbuttoning the buttons on his shirt while he unbuttoned his shorts, kicking them backward.
Everything that had happened tonight, all the tension, the buildup, the passion, even the rage... it was all bubbling under the surface.
I reached my arms behind my back, unhooking my bra and letting it fall to the concrete, pulling my barely-there underwear down, and after he realized what I was doing, followed suit. I turned away from him and stepped into the pool. The water was perfect.
He grinned and followed me in, going under water immediately to wet his hair. I did the same, and when we came up for air, we were facing each other, as close as possible.
His chest was heaving, my hands resting under his pecs. He backed me up against the concrete steps until I was sitting and he was hovering over me, his hands on either side of my thighs. I bit my lip.
"Rachel," he whispered.
"Miles," I answered, my heart beating out of my chest.
His lips were on mine immediately – his kiss was passion, love, lust, longing... I put my hands in his hair and he picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist, never removing his lips from mine.
I moaned against his mouth as he deepened the kiss, taking my breath away. "Miles," I managed to get out. "Please," I begged.
He closed his eyes slowly, running his hand around my ass and thigh, slipping his hand between my legs. I gasped, realizing just how much I wanted him.
"Yes," I hissed.
"Is that what you want, baby?" he whispered against my mouth as he kissed me again.
I moaned, pressing myself against him.
He took a deep breath and moved his head back so he could look in my eyes. "I know I said I got us a hotel room for prom night, but..." He glanced down and back up again.
"I'm ready," I breathed, refusing to break eye contact.
He swept me up into his arms and carried me out of the pool, laying me down on the chaise lounge in the corner of the pool deck. His phone was laying on the table next to the pool. He hit a couple buttons and soft music started playing from the speakers around the patio. He grabbed something out of the shorts on the ground and turned back toward me. The shiny aluminum in his hand made my breath catch in my throat.
He stepped toward me, putting one knee on the cushion between my legs. "Are you sure?" he asked softly.
I nodded. "I've never been more sure of anything else in the damn world," I said, running my fingers through his hair.
He opened the small square package and rolled on the condom easily without breaking the mood.
I blinked up at him, my wet hair falling over my shoulders. He leaned over me, kissing my lips, then my neck, then my chest, showing each breast equal attention. Damn, I thought as I arched my back into him, lifting my pelvis in an attempt to signal that I was ready.
He read my signals and moved over me, positioning himself exactly where I wanted him to be. He teased at first, enjoying seeing my breathing become shallower and shallower.
"Miles..." I moaned, and that was it.
He took me then, the immediate pleasure only slightly tainted by a sharp pain that only lasted a few seconds. Then, the pleasure took over again.
Over... and over again.
Miles
We lay on the chaise lounge, covered by a giant plush beach towel, her in my arms. She snoozed gently against my chest, and I just watched her.
We had just crossed a threshold in our relationship, a very important threshold we'd never been over before – with anyone else.
I felt no regret. Only pure, sweet love. I loved this girl with everything in me - heart, soul, mind, and body, and I would never, ever let her go.
She was my first, and in that moment, I realized I wanted her to be my last.
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