Chapter Four

Aspen

“I’m fine,” I say, cutting him off before closing the distance and giving him a chaste kiss, “I’ve only had the one beer. I'm here because I want to be.”

Bringing his hands to my waist, they slowly slide up my sides, slipping beneath my crop top, stopping just as his thumbs brush the underside of my breasts, before pulling my top over my head and tossing it to the floor.

He brings his lips back to mine, his hand splayed against my back, playing with the ends of my hair. “Fuck,” he growls as he pulls back.

“I wanted you as soon as I saw you at the game,” he mutters against my mouth, as he reaches up and unsnaps my front clasping bra, immediately cupping my exposed breast in one hand while the other is still braced against my upper back.

“Last chance. You sure you want to do this?” he asks, his thumb and forefinger tweaking one of my sensitive nipples, pulling an answering moan from deep inside of me.

“You wanted me?” I ask as I reach for the hem of his shirt and lift it up and over his head. “You want this?”

His mouth is back on mine as both of his hands cup my ass, and then he lifts me up and I immediately wrap my legs around his waist. He walks across the room and then lowers me onto a bed, crawling over me.

“Fuck yeah, I did,” he mutters, “I do,” he finishes saying as he grinds his pelvis against me, showing me just how true his words are.

Then, stopping about halfway, he lowers his face towards my chest and stops at my right breast to trace it with the tip of his tongue. Flicking his tongue against my beaded nipple a few times before he then pulls it into his mouth, pulling a deep moan from me as I writhe beneath him.

His fingers undo the button on my jeans, and I lift my hips, helping him to pull them and my thong down. Once I’m naked beneath him, I reach for his jeans, unbutton them and slip my hand inside, finding that he doesn’t have any underwear on, and palm his hard cock, causing him to moan against my breast.

Standing up, he takes his pants off and strokes his cock, “Do you want me, baby?” he asks, as he crawls over me, planting kisses along the way.

Once we’ve finished, we lie in one another’s arms, silence all around us other than the sound of our heavy breathing as we attempt to catch our breath. “Can I see you again?” he asks, breaking the silence, while trailing his fingers up and down my bare arm, “I mean, I’d like to see you again.”

“I’d like that,” I reply, slipping my hand up the column of his throat, curling it around the back of his head, and pulling him down for another kiss. Before we can get lost in one another again, something slams into the bedroom door, startling us and causing us to break apart.

Boston gets up, slips his pants up his legs and over his hips, and goes to the door, opening it to see what’s going on. Glancing at my watch, I see that it’s almost midnight and that I should really be getting home before Mom shit’s a brick.

Slipping from the bed, I find my underwear and pull them on, then my bra, shirt, and jeans. After putting all of my clothes back on, I pick up my socks and shoes and sit down on the bed as Boston shuts the door, turning back to me.

“You’re leaving?” He asks with a sad note to his voice.

“Yeah, I’d better get home before my mom has a coronary. I left hours ago and with it being a new town for me and all…I’m surprised she hasn’t blown up my phone yet.” I say as I finish tying my shoe and stand up.

Boston finishes getting dressed too and follows me out of the room as I try to finger comb my just fucked hair. Giving up, I pull the rubber band from my wrist and pull it up in a messy bun.

At the bottom of the stairs, I turn to Boston, lift up onto my toes and give him a goodbye kiss.

“I can take you.” He offers once I pull away, but already I feel bad that he’s spent his whole evening with me and hasn’t hung out with his friends at all.

“It’s okay, I don’t live far. Stay and hang out with your friends. I’ve monopolized enough of your time, taking you away from your friends and celebrating your win tonight. Congrats by the way.”

“You didn’t monopolize anything. I wanted to be with you.” A couple slips past us as they run up the stairs, knocking me into him and causing him to fall into the wall.

Taking advantage of our close proximity, he lowers his face back towards mine, claiming my mouth in another scorching kiss that tells me just how much he wishes that I wasn’t leaving.

Pulling away, he leans his forehead against my own, staring into my eyes, “Will you take my number and text me when you get home? That way I’ll know that you made it safely?” As another couple shoves past us, he grabs my hand and begins walking towards the door with me. I open it and we both step outside, out of all of the noise and into the quiet of the night.

I pull out my phone and create a new contact, “What’s your number?” He rattles off his number and once I’ve saved it, I send him a message so he would have mine too.

Boston pulls me in for one last mind-blowing kiss that makes me question whether I really do have to go. But then all too soon, we break apart and he takes a step back, but not letting me go just yet.

With a smirk, he says “to remember me by,” referring to the kiss that almost had me changing my mind about having to leave.

“I don’t think I’ll have any problems remembering you.” Smiling up at him, I step up on my toes, closing the distance once more, giving him one last quick kiss. Then I fall back flat-footed, “Bye, Boston,” I say, backing up.

“Bye, Aspen.” He’s licking his bottom lip as I take a few more steps away from him and start down the block.

Once I’m out of sight, I hear the door shut and I smile to myself at the turn of events.

Oh yeah, I think, reflecting back on my earlier thoughts, with a boy like Boston at my side, Hawthorne is definitely more appealing than it was this afternoon.