Dirty Shame (Bluefield Bad Boys #1) (16 page)

Chapter 34

Rylan

I pulled my coat tighter around me and stood behind Kellan as he fiddled with the padlock on the gate. “I can’t believe you still have the custodian’s keys.”

He pushed the gate open and we snuck inside the school grounds.

I glanced around. “Everything looks smaller and less intimidating.”

Kellan reached back and took hold of my hand. He led me across the track toward the pale yellow school gym. The sun had just set, and the fringes of winter were upon us, making the air bitterly cold.

Kellan pulled the hood of his sweatshirt up over his head. “You’re right. The place does seem smaller now. I was so fucking glad to get out of here.”

We crept past the girls’ locker room. “I was glad never to see the inside of that smelly locker room again. And don’t get me started about the leathery faced old biddy who taught physical education. Her whole day consisted of blowing that damn whistle and yelling at us until the veins stood out on her leathery neck.”

Kellan shot a quick glance at the locker room. “I kind of liked the inside of that locker room.”

“Oh?”

“When you girls were in changing, we guys would jump up and grab the ledge of those upper windows to look inside. The glass was clouded, but you could get some nice glimpses if you pulled yourself up at the right moment.”

“Jeez, almost wish you hadn’t told me. Perverts, the whole lot of you.”

“Pretty much.”

We reached the utility door that led to the roof. He unlocked the door, and we slipped inside. It was cold and stark and much how I remembered it. Kellan’s strong, callused hand was wrapped around mine again too. Just how I remembered it.

“Maybe I should have dragged out my satin grad night dress. Guess it might have been too cold.”

He peered back at me as he led me up the metal steps. “Think that’s how the trouble started last time too.” He unlocked the door to the roof and we stepped outside. It was still the unsightly maze of air conditioner units and electrical boxes.

“Exactly why are we here again?” I asked.

“Wanted to celebrate your new job at the local newspaper and your parents’ new acceptance of me and of us. And . . .” He led me to the side of the roof where he’d left me standing that night seven years ago. He stopped and turned to me. “I thought we could start this whole darn thing from the beginning.” His hands took hold of my face and he kissed me.

Tommy’s story is next!

Dirty Talk

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