Текст книги "Love Me"
Автор книги: Jillian Dodd
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"I just did. Roll over,” he tells me.
I hesitate. I've never rolled over before.
But I do, a little nervously. He pulls me up unto my hands and knees, and then he's back at it. I have a brief flash of self-consciousness, wondering if there could be some cellulite on my ass that I never noticed. But when he grabs my hips and continues the fast frenzy, I could care less about cellulite.
It feels so good that I have to put my face into the pillow again.
Finally he does that thing where he stops, holds his breath, and I know I'm not supposed to move. Then he starts to collapse on top of me, grabs my waist, and pulls us both over on our sides. He moves my messed up hair off my neck and places little kisses down the side of it.
I laugh. "That was . . . I want to say amazing, but . . . it was better than that."
"Was it orgasmic?” he says with a laugh.
I breathe in, then breathe out a deep contented sigh. “Actually, I think it was. I’ve always enjoyed it a lot. But, um, never like that."
“Really? I’ve never made you before?”
“Have I ever sounded like that before?”
“Actually, no. That was hot. I thought you needed a little extra wooing."
"I thought we decided sex wasn't part of the wooing process."
“Yeah, you're right. Open the drawer on my nightstand."
I lean over, open it, and see a little present.
I get a grin on my face. "What's this?"
He grins back. "Open it and see."
I take the lid off the box. Inside is a pale pink seashell. “Is this the shell we found that day at the Hamptons?”
"Yeah, I kept it, but it kinda smelled, so there's this lady that cleans them, polishes them, and then paints the gold around the edges."
"It’s beautiful."
"I heard Braxton invite you to the beach this summer. I hope you decide to come.”
I don't know what is wrong with me, but tears start leaking out of my eyes.
"What's wrong? If you tell me you feel guilty, I might start crying."
I laugh as I wipe away the tears. “It’s an emotional roller coaster."
“I’m sure you being here all weekend is killing him."
“Maybe.”
“I think he's going to ask you out when we get back. I think you should say yes.”
"Why!? You don't want me anymore!?"
"Uh, no." He gives me a long sweet kiss. "I needed to see with Whitney, and you probably need to see if he really touches your soul. I’m confident that it isn’t going to go well. So go out with him. Get over it. Then come back to me.”
I lay my head on his shoulder and wonder how I could ever leave in the first place.
Sunday, October 30th
My little snuggle bunny.
9am
There’s a loud bang on the door. “Breakfast in ten."
I open my eyes. I'm exactly where I was when I fell asleep. Snuggled up in Dawson's arms, my head on his chest. I savor the feel of it. The way he smells.
"How's my little snuggle bunny?"
"She doesn't want to move."
"It'll all work itself out, Keatie. I promise."
I run my hand across his stomach, down his abs, and then down a bit further. "You're hard.”
"As much as I’d like to again, I'm saying no."
"You never say no."
"Keatie, last night was perfection. That's what I want you to remember. Also, ten minutes means ten minutes."
"Are we eating here? Do I have to be dressed?"
"Well, I know I’d enjoy you being naked at the breakfast table, but my mom might not appreciate it."
“I meant do you wear your pjs or do I need to put on a dress or something? What will your mom be wearing?"
"Oh, she'll be fully dressed and ready. She gets up early."
"Shit." I start to jump up. He pulls me back down into his chest. "I love you.” Then he smacks my butt and says, "You better hurry. Right now you’re kinda a mess."
I pout.
"A hot mess. I love it. Your mascara is smeared and your hair is a wreck and I made it that way."
I jump up, throw on his robe, sneak out the door, and tiptoe down the hall to the guest room I was supposed to sleep in. I open my door and safely get inside.
But sitting on my bed is Braxton. "You're a mess."
"Shut up." I run into the attached bathroom and see he's right.
Shit.
I brush the tangles out of my hair, rub in some balm, and brush it again. It looks surprisingly good. I grab some eye makeup remover pads and get the smudges out from underneath my eyes, wash my face quick, and sweep on some powder foundation.
I grab my Nars blush. It’s a pale pinky peach called orgasm, which makes me smile. I run my big fluffy brush across the top of the blush, add a little sweep, use the blush as eye shadow, curl my eyelashes, coat on some mascara, and brush my teeth.
Braxton is sitting on the bed watching me.
"Why are you in my room?"
"Well, I was going to tell you it’s time for breakfast."
He gives me Riley’s naughty grin.
“I know it’s time for breakfast, so you can go now."
"I lost track how many times you and Dawson hooked up last night. Really, I was pretty impressed. You were kinda loud. You always that loud?"
"I'm not discussing that with you."
I grab clean clothes, run in the bathroom, lock the door, and throw them on.
I open the door, dressed and ready in record time.
Braxton licks his lips. For a little kid, he's pretty sexy. He’s going to break a few hearts next year, for sure. "So you'd rather talk about it at breakfast in front of the family? That's cool with me. Mom will probably freak, but whatever."
I stop and glare at him. "You say one thing, make even one little innuendo, and next year, I will tell every girl at school that you suck in bed."
"I love to suck on things when I'm in bed."
“No girl will come near you."
He squints his eyes at me, sizing up my seriousness.
"Fine. But after breakfast, you're telling me what he was doing to you in detail. I wanna make a girl moan like that."
“You know, you haven't said a bad word once this morning."
He grins, pops off the bed, and says, “Come on, I'm starved."
As we're going down the stairs, he says, "You really gonna go out with that Aiden guy?"
"Were you listening?"
"Hell, yeah. Tried the glass up against the wall and everything, but it was best through the air vent. I had you on speakerphone too so my friends could hear. I had to stand on a chair for hours, but I didn't mind."
"Oh my gosh."
"Riley, Cam, and Dallas were in my room too. They were trying to figure out what he was doing to you based on the noises you made. I learned a lot. They made a drinking game out of it. Every time you moaned, they did a shot. They were all fucked up."
I follow Braxton into a huge sunny formal dining room. So glad I didn't come down in my pajamas. Everyone is sitting patiently waiting for us, steaming plates of breakfast foods in front of them.
Braxton pulls out a chair for me, I give him a surprised thanks and sit down.
"Did you sleep well, dear?" their mother asks me.
Riley and Cam both chuckle.
"Yes, thank you. This looks wonderful."
"This is the birthday boy's favorite breakfast,” his mom tells me, pointing at, well, everything. It’s a huge breakfast much like we ate in the Hamptons.
"He has good taste,” I say politely.
His mom puts candles in Riley's waffles and we sing “Happy Birthday.” Then the formal dining room becomes a feeding frenzy.
Braxton has four waffles. "I'm still growing,” he tells me.
The boys eat. And eat.
Then it's time for presents.
Riley opens a bunch of presents. Clothes, a new phone, a couple video games, and a tiny extreme sports video recorder from me.
When I think we’re all done, his dad slaps him on the back and hands him a small box. Riley gets the hugest smile ever on his face, opens the box, pulls out a set of keys, and goes rushing out of the dining room.
“Dawson, did he get a car? He already has one.”
“That car isn’t really his. Our parents just let him use it. If we get good grades and stay out of trouble, we get a cool car for our 17th birthday. Let’s go see what they got him.”
He leads me through the kitchen, a laundry room, and then out a side door.
Sitting in the little driveway is very flashy car. So different from Dawson’s badass, but subtle, BMW. Riley's present is a neon green Viper with big black stripes down the middle. It’s perfect for him.
There are a chorus of That's so sick, Tight, Hot-ass car. Riley hugs his parents, hops in the driver’s seat, and revs the motor.
Dallas slides up next to me and whispers, "I am so freaking hung over, and it’s all your fault. Hell, I might still be drunk.”
"Dallas, I don't know what I'm going to do."
"We heard him tell you to go out with Aiden."
“Aiden’s mad at me. He’s not going to ask me out.”
"I can see now why you're having a hard time deciding.”
"I'm mortified."
"No, you're not. That's why we love you. But seriously, I need to know what he was doing cuz I wanna make, well, every girl sound like that."
"You're gonna have to ask him what he did. I can’t even remember. And he’s never made me sound like that before.”
"Oh, we are. You're gonna go to talk to his mom while we have a conference. Even Cam was like, Damn."
Now, I’m sitting with his mom in the living room, knowing the boys are upstairs discussing my sex life.
She says to me, “I’ve been trying to figure out who you remind me of since we met. It just hit me while we were eating breakfast. You had your fork out and were gesturing with it when you talked. There’s a scene in one of Abby Johnston’s movies where she does the same thing.”
“Really? No one’s ever told me that,” I lie.
“Did you know that they’re doing a nationwide search to cast an Abby look-alike in the remake of her first film? They’re auditioning in New York soon. You should try out. Riley told us that you’re in the school play.”
“Oh, no. I, um, just do that for fun. For my college applications, you know. I don’t want to be an actor.”
“Oh, what do you want to be?”
“A doctor,” I lie.
“I’m a doctor,” she says, excitedly.
“How cool is that?”
She proceeds to tell me a whole bunch of stories about med school, her former medical practice, and Riley’s birth.
When she has exhausted that topic, she looks at her watch and says, “What are the boys doing up there? They looked sneaky."
"Braxton wants to tell them how he got grounded. Apparently there's a video?"
She rolls her eyes. “We found him at two in the morning filming two girls in their underwear—well, no, they had on teeny jean shorts, high heels, and bras. They were dancing and drinking champagne.”
Ohmigawd. Maybe videos do affect the youth of today. Because I'm pretty sure Braxton was trying to recreate our revenge video.
"And he had them drinking our Dom Pérignon! Do you know how expensive that stuff is?"
Same champagne. Shit. Pray his mother never sees my video. "Yeah, I've heard."
Really nice boobs.
4pm
I'm on the train ride to school. Dawson is sleeping with his head on my shoulder.
“What did you decide to do about Aiden?” Dallas asks me.
“On the train here, I read a Cosmo article. It said if you can’t decide between two boys that means you’re not ready to decide. I thought I wasn’t ready to decide. But now I think I am.”
“Really?”
“Yep. I’m going with the hot sex. You’re right. We’re in high school. We should be having fun. There’s no reason to be tied down and no reason to let your heart get involved. None of us know the future. Since you heard everything else, did you hear the part about how his dad says love grows?"
"Yeah."
"You think that's true?"
"Could be."
“Are you in love with Chelsea?”
"I don't know. I've never felt that instant thing you talk about, but I like her. She's fun and I'm looking forward to getting back to school and seeing her boobs. She has really nice boobs."
I head over to Aiden's room to work on our French homework for a little while before I have to go to rehearsal.
He hasn’t texted me all weekend, so I’m not even sure if he’s still meeting me.
I stand outside his door, my hand up, ready to knock.
As I put my hand on his door, it opens.
And it looks like someone just opened the gates of heaven.
Aiden gently pulls me into his room and gives me a blazing smile.
Then he kisses me.
A slow, perfect, knock-me-off-my-feet, slide-down-a-rainbow and then soar-through-the-sky kiss.
Seriously. It’s like he has some power to unlock whatever sappy love shit is buried in my brain.
"So, I did all my French homework myself. Made Annie study with me this weekend."
"Oh, so you don't need me anymore?"
I'm a little crushed by this.
No. I'm the-bug-you-crunched-under-your-shoe crushed. I feel like my carcass should be lying dead on his floor with a white line drawn around me.
He lazily blinks those emerald eyes at me. "No, silly. I just wanted to be able to talk during rehearsal and not have to study.”
"Oh. Can we dance then?” He looks sort of surprised, so I say, “We have time.”
He shuts his blinds, turns on the twinkle lights, and messes with his iPhone, choosing the sure thing song.
He takes two big steps across his room, pulls me into his arms, and sways with me. I put my cheek against his. Feel the fire. Think about the quote Grandma told me about love either warming your heart or burning your house down. Aiden feels like he has the power to do both. Especially now that he is whispering some of the lyrics to me about how he has faith in us.
And I long for that. That kind of love.
If Dawson and I broke up for good, it wouldn't burn my house down.
But am I willing to play with fire? And what will I do if I get burned?
I’m pretty sure I can already feel the flames of Hell tickling my toes.
Ha! I'm dancing in the flames.
Aiden kisses me. Gentle but hot kisses. Then he walks me back toward his bed and lies on top of me, running his tongue up my neck.
He moves against me. Thrilling me. But only kissing me.
I return his kisses with every bit of passion I possess. Somehow achieving this without using my tongue. Which is a new one on me.
I have one hand behind his neck and my other hand is across his butt, pulling him toward me.
He says, "Hell."
And I wonder if he’s in Hell too.
He pops up off the bed and pulls me up.
"Come on,” he says, as he drags me—practically kicking and screaming—out the door.
On the way to rehearsal, he says, “I’m sorry I kinda got mad the other night. I’d love for you to be my date for the banquet.”
“Okay,” I say happily.
Monday, October 31st
You really are a good prince.
6:30pm
“Well, this is the big scene. You ready?” Jake asks as we’re waiting to go on stage.
For this scene, I’ll be dressed in a ball gown. It’s the big night. The final night in the competition, where each prince has to announce who he loves.
The contestants take turns dancing with both princes.
Part of the contest involves the townspeople’s votes. Who they think each prince will ask.
The Bad Prince happily surprises everyone when he offers to go first.
The townspeople cheer.
They love him. Love how he’s manipulated the girls. Love his cocky, bad boy attitude. Love his tattooed back.
An overwhelming majority of them believe that he will offer his red rose to the Debutante.
The Good Prince, who has alienated most of the country and the contestants, doesn’t share the townspeople’s favor. They voted that no one will agree to marry him.
The Bad Prince walks across the stage. He looks handsome. Rich. Cultured. He waves away the microphone that the announcer tries to hand him and instead speaks directly to the contestants.
“This has been a tough choice. All of you will always have a special place in my heart. But one stands out like the brightest star in the sky.”
The Debutante smiles. She’s shaking with excitement. The townspeople are cheering.
The Good Prince just stares at me.
While the Bad Prince walks around high-fiving and fist-bumping the townspeople, we have a moment. The spotlight shines on each of us as we wonder how things between us went so wrong.
Then the Bad Prince grabs a rose off the podium. He pulls a petal off the rose and hands it to the slutty contestant. She looks very confusedly at him and the crowd murmurs, wondering what he’s doing. He keeps going, though. Pulling a petal off and then handing it to another contestant. I’m next in line to get a petal, but he skips me. Shuns me, it seems.
The Good Prince gives me a beaming smile.
After the Bad Prince has handed each girl a petal, he walks back to me, grabs my hand, and pulls me toward him.
“I don’t have a rose for you, my darling. I have something much better.” He drops to one knee and pulls an enormous diamond ring out of his pocket.
This prop is hilarious and will make the audience laugh.
“Marry me,” he says.
My eyes meet the Good Prince’s. He’s obviously devastated, assuming that if the Bad Prince asked me then I must be in love with him. He rushes off the stage, not waiting for my reply.
Tears fill my eyes as I watch the love of my life run away.
The Queen closely watches what transpires.
When I don’t reply to the Bad Prince right away, the townspeople yell, Kiss her! Kiss her!
The Bad Prince grabs me and gives me a fiery kiss.
It’s the kind of kiss that should make you want to jump into bed with him.
But I pull away from it.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t,” I cry.
I run off stage and then chaotic hilarity ensues. All the finalists give it one last shot to win the Bad Prince’s ring.
They attack him with kisses. They fight. Pull each other’s hair.
Finally, he says, “Enough.” And puts the ring on the Debutante’s finger.
The crowd goes crazy.
The lights dim, the background changes, and I’m running down the beach.
I go to the place where we first kissed.
I stop when I see him sitting there, staring out at the water.
I go stand in front of him.
He stands up and says madly, “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be off on your honeymoon with my brother?”
“I can’t marry a man I don’t love.”
He visibly softens. Jake is very good at this part. He slumps his shoulders slightly, softens his eyes, and reaches to take my hands in his.
“When we kissed that first time, I didn’t know you were a prince. You were just the man I had fallen head over heels in love with. I don’t love your brother and I don’t care about being a princess, I just want you.”
Jake and I share a meaningful gaze then we lean together and kiss as the big moon slides down behind us.
After the kiss, he drops to one knee, pulls a beautiful ring out of his pocket, and says, “Will you marry me?”
I jump into his arms and say yes.
“That was spectacular!” our director says. “Outstanding, people. We’ll stop there for tonight. Go enjoy what’s left of your Halloween.”
Jake glances at his watch. “There’s not much time before curfew, but I have treats in my room if you want to come trick or treat.”
“What kind of treats?”
“They’re special brownies.”
“Seriously? Um, we’ll be there.”
“Tell the girls that the sluttiest costume wins!”
Naughty nurse fantasy.
9:45pm
I run into the dorm looking for the girls. There are white cotton spider webs stretched from corner to corner of the gathering room. The dorms all go a little crazy competing for best decorated. The girls were putting their costumes on and going dorm to dorm trick-or-treating.
“There she is! Finally,” Maggie yells at me from across the room. She’s a little tipsy and dressed as a naughty policewoman. “Go put on your costume and take some pics with us!”
“Okay, I’ll hurry!”
I run in my room and throw on the naughty nurse costume I bought but didn’t get to wear today. They decided last minute that we couldn’t dress up for classes. Probably because our costumes look like this.
I run back out and Maggie hands me a flask. “You need to catch up,” she laughs. “Even Annie is tipsy.”
I throw back a shot, then have fun posing with the girls.
“We need to go trick-or-treating at Jake’s room. He has special brownies.”
“Seriously? Let’s go!” Maggie says.
“I need to upload this pic first,” Annie says. “Then we’ll go.”
While she’s uploading the picture, I tell them, “So, I was bored on the train this weekend and I read this thing about a girl trying to choose between two guys.”
Annie stops what she’s doing and laughs. “You totally googled How to choose between two guys, didn’t you?”
I frown, busted. “Maybe.”
“What did it say?” Maggie asks. And I can tell she’s very interested.
“The girl asked if she should choose the guy that is in love with her, or the guy she’s in love with.”
“Oh, wow,” Maggie says, sitting down slowly. “I get that.”
“I don’t get it,” Annie says scornfully. “Not that it matters. I know the answer.”
Maggie and I both look at her in awe. “What is it?” Maggie asks.
“You want both, duh.”
“Both guys?” Maggie and I ask at the same time.
We look at each other and laugh.
“No! Not both guys. You want one guy. One guy that loves you and that you’re in love with.”
“If only it could be that easy,” Maggie says with a sigh as I get a text from Braxton.
Braxton: Tricks or treats. Which one did you get tonight?
Me: I’m going to get some treats right now :) How bout you?
Braxton: I have this girl talked into sneaking over. Tonight’s the night. She’s 17.
Me: How old does she think you are?
Braxton: 17
Me: Does she know you’ve never done it?
Braxton: Shit, will she be able to tell?
Me: Yeah, I think so. Maybe you should just kiss her. Stop trying to make it happen and wait for someone you care about.
Braxton: I don’t really care about that. I just want experience.
Me: What happened with you and Embry? I thought you were supposed to go to a movie together.
Braxton: Do you not recall me puking on her? She hates me.
Me: But she puked on you back. You’re even.
Braxton: This girl coming over is not as pretty as she is but I don’t care. She’s into me.
Me: Has she done it before?
Braxton: Uh, yeah. For sure.
Me: Then tell her you haven’t. Maybe she can help.
Braxton: How can she help?
Me: Ask your brothers.
Braxton: Riley won’t tell me and neither will Dawson.
Me: Why not?
Braxton: Fuck if I know. Oh sorry, I’m not sure. Why can’t you tell me? You embarrassed?
Me: No. I just think maybe it’s better if a guy tells you. I’m not a guy. Ask Dawson again.
Me: So did he tell you?
Braxton: He says he’ll tell me later. I need to know NOW!!! It’s going down TONIGHT!!
Me: I’ll go talk to him.
“We have to go to Jake’s now if we’re going to make it back by curfew.”
I round up the girls and we run over to Jake’s room.
“Trick or treat,” I say when he opens his door.
“Very nice, Monroe. Very nice.” Then his eyes wander down Maggie’s body. “I so want to be arrested.”
Maggie is tipsy and feeling cocky. She shoves Jake up against the wall and says, “I heard you have some illegal brownies here.”
“Why don’t you try one and then I’ll let you handcuff me?”
Annie, Katie, and I each grab a brownie for the road. “I think we’ll let the police sort this out,” I say. “I’m going next door.”
“I’m going to Ace’s room,” Annie says.
“And I’m going to Bryce’s,” Katie replies.
“Behave,” I tell them as I knock on Dawson’s door.
“Trick or Treat,” I say with a grin.
“Either I can be your trick, Keatie, or you can be my treat,” he says, stepping closer to me.
“We really don’t have time for that.”
He grins at me, pulls me past the threshold, shuts his door, and pins me up against the wall. “You smell like chocolate, Keatie. It’s sexy.”
“Does that mean you like my costume?”
“I don’t know.” He backs away from me and fully takes it in. Tight white mini-shirtwaist dress, white fishnet thigh highs, red bra showing through, and tall, red patent leather stilettos. “Did I ever mention to you that I have a naughty nurse fantasy?”
“Nope, don’t think you did.”
He closes the gap between us and pulls the front of my shirt out a little. That’s the red bra you wore the day you wore those sexy black boots. Our first day back at school after the Hamptons.”
“You have a good memory.”
“I remember every detail from this weekend. Every little noise you made. Every little thing I did to you. I think I should remind you.”
“Dawson, I came here for a reason. I want you to tell your brother what he wants to know.”
“You came over because of Braxton?”
“Well, that and Jake’s illegal brownies,” I say, holding up one. “I’ll share if you help your brother.”
“Send him a pic of you in that outfit.”
“Why would I do that?”
“Doesn’t matter. Do it, and I’ll tell him. I’ll even take the picture.”
“Uh, okay.”
He holds up his phone then says, “Hmmm, that’s not quite right. You need to fix it. Make it a little sexier.”
“Fix what?”
“Unbutton one more button.”
“But you’ll see my bra.”
He smiles and flicks the button open. “Just a little.” He backs up and says, “Smile.”
I smile. Except I’m pretty sure he didn’t take a picture of my mouth. I think he maybe took a picture of my chest area.
“Hmmm.” He points the camera down at my legs, more specifically the hem of my skirt.
“Are you getting all of me or just parts?”
“Maybe the good parts.”
“Why would he need . . . NO!”
Dawson grins naughtily. “You’re the one that wanted to help him. He can take care of himself first, then he won’t be so quick, in theory, his first time. I think he’s too young. That’s why I didn’t want to tell him.”
“Dawson, he is too young, but he wants to beat Riley. Riley was . . .”
“I know how old Riley was. I also know Braxton isn’t ready. He’s dumb. He’ll be careless.”
“That’s exactly why you should talk to him. Be a good brother.”
Dawson clicks around on his phone and then pins me back against the wall. “Do you realize there are only five buttons separating us?”
I swallow. Crap. I need to get out of here because I have a strong desire to undo the one button that is separating him from me.
“I need to go,” I tell him. “And you need to talk to your brother. He needs to hear about protection and all that stuff. And Dawes, don’t forget to tell him about love.”
“I love you. Maybe we should talk about that?”
“I love you too, but we both know what kind of love it is.”
“Yeah, the hot kind.”
“You’re naughty. We really need to stop having sex.”
“Not until you have a good reason for wanting to stop.”
“What should be my reason?”
“When you want to stop, that’s when you’ll know you should.”
“Shit. That may be the most profound thing you’ve ever said to me.” I push my way out of his room. “Bye, Dawson,” I say, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.
As I’m walking back to my dorm, I run into Aiden coming from the library.
“Trick or treating in the boy’s dorm?” he asks. Then he looks a little closer at me. “Your shirt is unbuttoned.”
I immediately look a guilty.
Aiden looks at me accusatorially. “Were you just with Dawson?”
“No.”
Aiden shakes his head at me. “Then why were you in the boys’ dorm?”
“Well, I was in Dawson’s room but nothing happened. I had to talk to him about something important.”
“Uh huh. And your button just accidentally popped open?”
“This costume cost all of $47 dollars. It’s not exactly high quality, Aiden. And his little brother texted me and I thought he needed to deal with it.”
“And that’s it?”
“Yeah, that’s it.”
“You look high.”
I giggle. “Jake was handing out special brownies.”
“And nothing happened?”
“That’s right.”
“That’s quite a costume.”
“Do you like it?”
Aiden’s eyes drink in my costume. “I wouldn’t have let you out of my room.”
He gives me a quick but spine-tingling kiss and then says, “Happy Halloween, Boots.”
