I moaned.

His lips softly made their way down to my neck, licking and sucking a spot that made my eyes roll back.

I need him. Now.

He groaned when I rubbed myself against him. Thank God I was only wearing a skirt. Easy fucking access.

"Connie..."

My hands ran through his hair, roaming down to his neck... to his chest... until they went under his shirt and touched his bare skin.

He squeezed my ass, pressing me harder to him. I could feel his erection, urging me to rub myself faster but it wasn't enough.

"Scout," I whimpered.

"Not here," he grunted.

"I can't wait," I whispered against his lips.

"I want our first time to be on a bed." He grabbed my hands, stopping me from unbuckling his belt while I was straddling him on the driver's seat of his car.

"Do I look like I give a shit where we do it?" I looked at him, almost pleadingly.

"You sure?"

"Just fucking take me, Scout."

Something flashed in his eyes. Without saying anything else, his hands reached to the back of his shirt and pulled it over before throwing it to the backseat.

Oh, wow. That was hot.

My mouth watered at the sight of him shirtless. With his angelic face, no one would ever think he had a ripped body. His chest, down to his abs... It was as if it was sculpted by the gods.

I never thought I'd end up with the Mount Valley's Golden Boy under me like this. I never looked at him enough to realize how gorgeous he was.

Scout reached to the side and pulled the lever, taking the seat all the way back for more room. His hands went to the hem of my sweater, looking into my eyes as he removed it. He stopped when I was just in my bra, and held my stare as though asking me if he should continue.

I took a deep breath before nodding. I didn't get why I was so nervous. It wasn't like it was my first time.

He fingered the strap on my shoulder, before slowly removing it. He did the same thing to the other one. It was the hottest thing. And even though I seriously and badly needed him right the fuck now, I couldn't help but let him do it on his own pace.

He leaned forward and ran the tip of his tongue on the top of my chest, right on the hem of my bra before kissing it softly. His hands reached back and unclasped the lock, letting it loose and fall. It completely exposed myself bare, and he didn't waste a second this time.

I closed my eyes and moaned as he pleasured me using his mouth, tongue, teeth, hands, and fingers. I couldn't get enough.

His hands traveled to my ass and lifted up my skirt. He pulled down my tights just enough to expose myself down there, just enough so his fingers could do wonders that had me gasping.

"Scout," I moaned. With my hands on his soft hair, I pulled back his head so I could kiss him as he made me come using his fingers.

"There's no going back," he grunted.

"I know."

"I'm taking what's mine."

I nodded. "It's yours," I told him, in a raspy voice. "I'm yours."

He didn't need further encouragement. He went all the way and took all of me.

He just didn't know that 'all of me' included my heart.

* * * * *

I bit my bottom lip as I watched him rearrange himself.

My boyfriend was so hot. Wow, I had a college boyfriend. His name was Scout Crimson. Holy shit, Scout Crimson was my boyfriend.

He caught my eye. "What?"

I leaned my head back on the head rest, looking at him sideways. There was a satisfied smile on my face as I said, "Nothing."

"There goes my plans."

"What plans?"

"I wanted our first time to be on a bed," he explained, righting his driver's seat back to its position. "Somewhere we're both comfortable, and at a time when we're not in a hurry."

"We're not in a hurry."

"We don't have all day together, either."

Yeah, there was that.

"You really don't wanna tell 'em yet?" he asked again.

I barked a laugh, raising an eyebrow at him. "And have them flip out on me the rest of the weekend? No, thanks."

He nodded but I caught his jaw clench.

"Hey, I'm sorry," I said softly, reaching out and stroking his cheek. "I promise I'll tell them in time. This is just something very new to me and I don't want to ruin it with their assholery. They could be real dicks, as you well know."

He caught my hand with his, and raised it to his swollen lips (swollen from all the kissing I gave him). "Yeah, I know. I understand."

My cheeks flushed, and I looked away before he saw the tiny smile that creeped up on my face. He placed my hand on his thigh before revving the engine and hitting the road again.

He dropped me off at my Dad's new house in the nicer side of town. I kissed him before getting out of his car but then he followed and grabbed my stuff from the trunk. He insisted on walking me to the door, while my paranoid ass kept looking down the street in case anyone saw us because I was pretty sure Halo (Oz's girlfriend) lived in this neighborhood.

"I'll pick you up on Sunday afternoon," he informed me, handing me my duffel bag at the front porch of the house.

"Sounds good," I replied, patting his shoulder as goodbye.

He eyed my hand and chuckled. "See you around, Anderson." He winked at me, before walking back to his car.

I watched his car drive away.

"Nice car."

I jumped and turned around in startle, my hand on my chest.

"Isn't that that boy Scout Crimson's car?" Dad asked.

"Yeah," I mumbled, entering the new house that my brother bought for Dad. No more shitty place to go home to. "He goes to Rutgers, too."

I stopped and looked around. It was fairly new. It had only been a few months, after all. But at least, it had that homey feel to it.

"He making a move on you?"

Like you gave a shit. "No, he's just being nice by dropping me off."

Dad didn't say anything for a moment. Then, he sighed. "Look, kid. I'm sorry I didn't make it—"

"It's fine." I glanced up at the stairs. "Do you mind if I hit the bed? I'm too tired from the trip."

"Sure." He nodded. "Drew will be home in the morning. Not sure if that fiancée of his will come, too."

"Got it."

I dragged my bag up the stairs and into my room. I looked around but I hadn't really lived here long enough to call it home. I started unpacking some clothes and got out my toiletries, wanting to hit the shower before I crashed.

After I got out of the bathroom, I saw there were texts on my phone.

Oz:
Diner. 8pm.

Finding an excuse to go out of the house, I quickly dressed. On my way out of the bedroom, I grabbed my leather jacket before running down.

"You hungry, kid?" Dad called out from the living room.

"No, I'm going out," I said, already unlocking the front door.

"Thought you were tired."

"Yeah, same. Don't wait up," I added, knowing he wouldn't.

He never did.

* * * * *

"'Eeeeeyyy!"

Kurt, Alfie, and Frisco cheered and made a ruckus when I entered the diner.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head in amusement as I walked over to our usual table. I sat down beside Frisco, nodding at Kurt on my other side who, as always, took up the head of the table.

"How the fuck have you been?" greeted Kurt, putting an arm around my neck and ruffling my hair.

I punched his underarm, causing him to yelp and let me go. "I'm fine, you dickwad."

He laughed. "Still feisty."

"Good to see some things never change," commented Alfie.

I knew it was a dig but I wouldn't give in to that bait.

"You ready for your party Friday night?" asked Frisco.

I groaned. "I thought you were kidding."

"We always throw a party for you," said Alfie.

"Yeah, when we were in high school."

"What, you got better plans?" challenged my best friend.

I met his hard stare. "You mean, other than watch your asses get plastered and do something stupid? No, I don't," I added, smiling sweetly at him.

"What's the matter, Con?" Kurt pouted, looking a little sad. "You don't want a party this year?"

"Party's getting old is all." I sighed, and leaned back on my seat. "Honestly, I'm happy with just us hanging out."

My birthday parties were actually more for them than me. I let them use it as an excuse to go all out and throw a huge ass party. I appreciated the effort, though. At least, I still had people in my life who wanted to celebrate the fact that I was born.

Yeah, I changed my mind.

"You know what, fuck it. Let's do this shit."

"Hell yeah!" exclaimed Kurt, raising a fist.

"What're we celebrating?"

We all turned and watched Oz walk over to us.

"Connie's birthday party," answered Kurt.

Oz saw me and smiled. "Hey, Con."

Returning his smile, I stood up and hugged him. I saw Alfie and Frisco at least once these past months, but this was my first time seeing Oz again since last summer. I missed this cunning motherfucker.

"How come I didn't get a hug?" whined Alfie.

I rolled my eyes as I pulled back from Oz.

"Go on," said Oz. "Give him a hug before he cries like a baby."

"Fuck you," laughed Alfie.

"You'd love to, wouldn't you?"

"Yeah, but then you'll want more and I don't want to break Halo's heart. So no, thanks."

I sat down and watched my best friends banter like good old times. Oz snorted as he took the seat beside Alfie.

"Dude, I'd rather have Kurt's monster dick than yours."

Kurt cleared his throat and looked at us in all seriousness. "I would very much like to be excluded from this narrative."

We burst out laughing. Just then, I realized that there was a huge smile on my face. For some reason, Scout's words came into my mind.

'Your tongue won't fall off from saying you miss them.'

Shaking my head, I admitted, "I missed you, uncle fuckers."

They all exchanged glances, with devil grins spreading across their faces. Like a fucking choir, they sang at the same time, "Shut your fucking face, uncle fucker~"

I laughed so hard there were tears in my eyes.

Damn, I loved these guys.

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Next update: Sunday (April 12)

Coming up next... Chapter 29: Dead In The Water
Thanksgiving with Alfie and... Scout? :">

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