"Walker, this isn't what I signed up for. You don't even like me," Roxie said as Walker roamed her body with his hands, "I don't like you like this, either."

Walker grinned, "Who says we have to like each other, Rox?"

"I like to like my lovers."

"You've had one lover."

"You don't know that."

"How many then?"

Roxie sighed, "Just Jesse."

"Just Jesse..." Walker whispered, ghosting her neck with his lips, "Was he good? Did he make you feel wanted?"

"Yes..." Roxie dug her nails into Walker's shoulders as she wrapped her legs around his middle, "He-he did..."

"For what it's worth, he was a loser to cheat on you."

"Why do you care?"

"Cheating is fucked up. It breaks people down—hurts a lot of folks."

"Experience?"

"Don't ask questions."

He leaned in and lapped at her neck with his tongue, sending jolts of lust throughout Roxie's body.

"I can't..."

"Just suck me off..."

"Walker..."

"I will keep you safe. You'll have the best five months of your high school life."

"Or what?"

"Or I will let them do what they want."

"That's coercion."

"It's incentive," Walker smiled, glancing at her before starting in again, "Don't tell me you don't want me, mouse."

"You'll keep people off my back?"

"I'll do more than that," Walker said, "I will make you mine."

"I don't think so," Roxie shoved him off and composed herself, "I don't like these games. You talk about cheating, but this is bad, too. I am not falling for your tricks."

"No tricks. No love—no bonding. It's just having fun and you also get a bonus of me being your savior."

Roxie was too dumbfounded to argue.

"So..." Walker unzipped his pants, not taking his gaze from Roxie's, "You gonna show me what you got?"

Roxie narrowed her eyes, but she wanted it and didn't want to admit that to herself or Walker. Maybe things would change if she gave in to his advances.

What would it hurt?

Tugging out his cock, Walker stroked it a few times before Roxie could see the glistening precum at the tip of his head.

"Come on, Roxie..."

"No kissing," Roxie said, "Don't kiss me—it's personal."

Walker frowned, but nodded.

"Agreed."

Roxie licked her lips and slowly lowered herself to her knees, Walker's mushroomhead staring angrily back at her as she steadily placed her small hands on his shaft—causing Walker's breath to hitch as Roxie stroked his length at a nice, steady pace.

"Shit.." Walker groaned, not taking his eyes off of Roxie's, "Don't stop looking at me, mouse."

Roxie could feel him pulsating in her hands before taking her tongue and teasing his tip with it, swirling around the top like she was licking the frosting from a cupcake.

"Fuck, shit..."Walker moaned as Roxie placed her hands on his thighs and took his length inch by slow inch until he was seated at the back of her throat, "Holy fuck, Roxie.."

She move up and down along his cock—first slowly and then she picked up her pace—forcing Walker to move with her, thrusting his hips to and fro.

"Your mouth is heavenly.." Walker rasped, "I am going to come soon. Can I come inside your mouth?"

Roxie nodded, feeling Walker's pressure build as she opened her throat to take his flow. One, two—a few more thrusts and..

"SHIT!!! OHHHH!!!" Walker held his cock in place while ropes of his come splashed down Roxie's throat until the last bit of him was out and his balls ached.

Roxie let him soften before pushing off, licking her lips—never having left his gaze with hers.

"Damn..." Walker smiled, his breaths slowing down, "I didn't know you could do that."

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me, Walker.."

Walker drove her home in silence.

There was nothing left to say—not that day.

"I will pick you up tomorrow for school."

"I have a car, Walker."

"I don't care. You can ride with me."

"Is this because of what we just did?"

"Yeah."

Roxie felt oddly satisfied, "I can't. I have to take my Mom to work, but maybe Tuesday?"

"Tuesday then," Walker nodded, "Don't make me come in and get you, either."

Roxie rolled her eyes and grabbed her bag from the backseat of the Jeep before the rain started.

"Drive safely."

"I thought you wanted me to get hit by a bus," Walker winked, "See ya, rodent."

"Later days, asshole."

He watched her disappear inside the home before peeling out of the neighborhood.

There was nothing else he wanted to do except for be around the little mouse, but he had to go home and make sure his mother was OK.

Roxie tossed her bag on the couch and brushed her teeth for at least ten minutes after rushing to the bathroom. She wasn't ashamed at what she'd done, but it wasn't how she planned on spending the last few days—or months—of her time in Myrtle.

"What am I doing?" Roxie stared at herself in the mirror and shook her head, "This is insane."

Walker checked on his mother who was in the library when he returned home.

"Are you good?"

"I am," she smiled, closing her book and motioning for Walker to sit next to her, "She's a nice girl."

"You know who she is, Mom."

"I know.." Madeline sighed, "She's still a sweetheart."

"Yeah," Walker nodded, "Did you get dinner?"

"Your father is working late tonight so I had the chefs make your favorite," she winked, "Macaroni and hot dogs."

"Mom, I am not a little kid anymore."

"Don't tell me you stopped liking that."

Walker smiled, "I still love it. You coming to eat with me?"

"I would love to."

Walker escorted his mom to the dining room where the food was set, but he couldn't stop thinking about what had happened with Roxie.

This was something they couldn't come back from.

The next morning couldn't come fast enough.

Walker rushed to get to school—completely forgetting to pick up Holden, but he didn't care. Holden could drive himself.

He made it to the backlot where he first noticed Eric and Holden, plus Jesse and Felicity—the dicks.

He couldn't stomach Jesse at the moment and he wasn't sure why.

Walker noticed her little Accord sitting in the first row near the door to the math wing and knew she must have already gone to breakfast.

"Hey!" Holden tried to wave down his friend, but Walker gave him the cold shoulder. He needed to get to her.

He practically pushed people out of the way—following her scent all the way to the little table she always sat at. A growl escaped him when he saw what she was wearing: a pair of skintight jeans, a sheer long sleeve shirt with a black midriff underneath so her stomach was showing—her hair was down and curled at the ends and she had on black clogs.

"What the fuck are you wearing?"

"What?" She looked up from her notebook, "I am wearing clothes, Walker."

"You never dress like that."

"You told me to show off my body more, right? I thought this was what you meant," she was pouting, but internally she was screaming with joy. There was a hold she had over him even though she'd no idea why or how it happened, "I was taking your advice."

Not smiling and certainly not taking his eyes off of hers, Walker shrugged out of his jacket and tossed it to her.

"Put it on."

"Why?"

"Because I won't have other men looking at what's mine."