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She moans as I run my tongue over the wet spot on her neck and can’t resist the temptation of her full lips again. Those lips are so soft and reluctant at first, like she’s afraid to kiss me.
“It’s okay baby,” I whisper. “Let me kiss you.”
Her eyes flutter closed, and she lets me kiss her neck and her cheeks. I’m hard as a rock and tempted to go further, but I don’t want to push Brittany, no matter how badly I want her, no matter how hard my cock aches for her. I might have technically kidnapped her in a rush of inexplicable brashness but… I genuinely love this girl.
There’s no way I could hurt her. I put my hands on Brittany’s hips, touching a part of her I never thought I could. My hands dart away instinctively. Wrong, Fletcher. This is wrong. She’s Harry’s kid and you know it.
“No,” Brittany says, her eyes fluttering open. She takes my hands with her ridiculously soft brown palms and puts my hands back on her hips. “Don’t stop.”
“Britt…” My throat catches. I need to say something smart and responsible. We just kissed and there’s still time to stop this from careening into a train wreck.
“As long as you have me home by midnight,” She whispers. “We don’t have to tell my dad tonight. We can wait before we screw up our lives.”
Fuck.
My grasp on her hips tightens. Letting her go at midnight makes sense but also seems completely cruel. Why the fuck should I have to give her up? Sensing my hesitation, Brittany leans forward and kisses me of her volition. Her fingers sink into my hair as she runs her hands through my way-too-long strands and then throws her arms above my neck. She’s a fucking delicious combination of coconut and vanilla.
“I didn’t mean to fall for you, Britt.”
“Don’t regret it,” she whispers, leaning into my chest. Her nipples graze me through my shirt and my dick wants to explode in my pants. There doesn’t seem like a point in trying to keep my self-control around her. “Just kiss me.”
I kiss her neck again and Brittany whimpers.
“I always wished you would,” she whispers. “I always worried you would get a girlfriend or move away or… leave me.”
I drag her hips closer to mine so the only thing between us is our clothes. I can feel every curve of Brittany’s thighs. I can smell her shampoo, her lotion and the gentle hints of the perfume I helped Harry pick out for her last birthday gift. I can’t imagine a world without this girl.
“Never,” I whisper, dropping to my knees. “I will never leave you.”
I kiss beneath the butterfly piercing hanging from her navel and poke the button of her too-short shorts through the tiny holy. Brittany gasps and her stomach undulates as I get her pants open and slip the tight denim over her plump behind. Brittany’s ass jiggles as I get the pants over it and my cock lurches with desire as I suppress the guilt in my stomach.
It’s Brittany, Fletcher. She’s too young for you… Too fucking…
I kiss her stomach again below her navel and then press my head against Brittany’s stomach with my eyes closed, just listening to her breathing. I want to stop myself from going further, but Brittany puts her fingers into my hair again and the sensation of those soft hands touching my head drives me wild. I kiss her stomach again.
“I want to taste you. I need to… Oh, fuck Britt.”
I pull away from her, the guilt too strong for me to continue. I feel oddly confessional on my knees, like it’s more obvious from this vantage point that I’m wrong for what I’m doing to her.
“Why’d you stop?” she asks, her voice tight with concern.
“I can’t hurt you like this.”
“Hurt me? Were you planning on hurting me?”
I give her the most serious expression I can. “Maybe I’ve already hurt you. I don’t know. This is just… fucked up.”
“I’m twenty years old, Fletcher. I’m not a little kid.”
“I never said you were.”
Brittany rolls her eyes, fierce and argumentative as always. “You implied it. Because you brought me here, because you stood up for what you actually feel, you somehow think this makes me a victim? I’m not a victim. Never have been.”
“I never said you were.”
“I don’t need protection from you, either. I’ve known you my whole life. I know you aren’t some creep, Fletcher. We live in a town where we don’t know too many people, where the odds that we’ll run into someone we can actually love forever are slim to none. We didn’t meet in the most conventional way but… how we feel for each other is real.”
“You still haven’t said how you feel about me.”
