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Nodding, she squeezed his shoulder again before
drawing back.
“Let’s.”

Tucking her hand through his arm, he went to
collect her shawl and get them the fuck out of there. Too much longer and he’d
be behaving like a randy teenager and banging his girl against any flat
surface.

His girl.
Fuck, yeah, she was his.

Chapter Nine

May 15, 1996

Dear Diary,

So, we had “career day” at school. This is where
the teachers lecture us on choosing a path now, so that we can select
appropriate classes in our senior year to help achieve that goal with what’s
needed in college or university.

Yeah. Like I know what the fuck I want to be when I
grow up.
Puh
-lease!

I know I want to write, but it’s not exactly an
insta
-career. I need something to get me through the lean
years of rejections that I know will be there. Even Stephen King had years of rejections
before he hit it big. Or so I’ve been told.

Taylor, though, dropped a bomb. Huge! He said he
was planning on joining the military instead of doing college. I didn’t even
know he’d been thinking about it. I’m scared, Diary. I don’t want to lose him
and yet I think I already have. Though, to be fully honest because I can be
with you, I don’t think I ever really had him.

Yeah, he’s my best friend and yeah, I love him to
pieces and yeah, I’d do anything for him, but I don’t think he sees me as anything
more than a friend that happens to be a girl. I’m one of his buddies, which
really bites.

But, I will be the bigger person and not stand in
his way. I will wish him well and safe journeys, wherever he goes. And I won’t
cry.
At least not in front of him.
Later, when he’s
gone and I know that I’ll likely never see him again, then I’ll cry.

Damn it, now I have tears on the page,

A teen missing her heart already.

****

Now -
Roni

She was a bundle of nerves, practically vibrating
with need as we left the club and walked the block to his car. The cooler night
air on my skin felt good, but that just told me how hot I was running, given it
wasn’t all that cool out.

The feeling of Taylor’s arm under her hand as they
walked gave
Roni
some sense of stability. Let her stay
focused, as much as she could be, in the moment.

Reaching his car,
Roni
looked
up at him as he stepped in front of her. Just when she went to ask him if
everything was all right, he cupped her face. Then he kissed her.

Oh, God. She grabbed hold of his arm and used it to
stay on her feet. Leaning into him, she opened her lips to let him in. There
was never any question that she’d wanted him or wasn’t willing to give herself
to him fully. Something she’d just proven by her easy capitulation to his kiss.

Moaning as he slid his tongue over hers,
Roni
dug her fingers into his arm more. Fuck, her head was
spinning with the taste that was all Taylor.
A little Mexican
food highlighting the dark sin that was all him.
She could kiss him forever
and never want for anything more. His mouth was pure pleasure at its most
refined, and all for her.

When he drew back, she whimpered and forced her
eyes
open,
hard to do given they felt like they
weighed a ton. Staring up at him as he stroked a finger over her cheek, she
sucked in a deep breath.

“
Roni
, you
with me?”

Nodding, she cleared her throat a couple of times
before she managed to answer.
“Yeah.”

“Just so we’re both on the same page, and there are
no miscommunications or misunderstandings here, let me say this. I want you,”
he said. “I want you in my bed, or your bed, tonight. I want to fuck you and
make love to you. I want you naked and wrapped around my body while my cock is
buried deep inside of you. I don’t want to ever hurt you,
Roni
.
So if you don’t want this, what I’m offering, say the word and I’ll take you
home.
Right now, no harm, no foul.”

Blinking, she tried to process his words as she
stared into his eyes. “Taylor,” she murmured.

“Yeah, babe?”

“You talk way too fucking much,” she grumbled. It
earned her a huge grin, dimples and all, from him. “I want
you,
too, I’ve wanted you since I first met you. I know, never said anything back
then. More the idiot
am
I. But you’re here, I’m here,
and we both want the same thing now. I...” She swallowed hard. “I don’t know
where this will go, but I’m not being an idiot again and saying nothing. I want
you, Taylor Granger, and everything you just said plus more.”

He let out a rough breath that sounded like a
strangled laugh. “Fuck,” he whispered and kissed her again, with more hunger
and a bit of nibbling involved.

Throwing her arms around his neck,
Roni
moaned in pleasure when he cupped her ass and hauled
her up against his body, his cock pressing deeply into her belly. Rubbing
against him, she tangled her fingers in his hair and changed the angle of the
kiss, demanding more.

And more she got. So much more that she was pretty
sure they’d just launched into space from the explosive nature of it.

Finally drawing back—she needed air damn it—
Roni
stared at him.

“My place or yours?” he asked.

“Which is closer?”

Laughing softly, he rested his forehead to hers.
“Yours is.”

“Then mine it is. And, Taylor,” she lifted her chin
to brush her lips to his.

“Yes, darling?”

“Faster is better,” she told him, stepping back.

He blinked at her and then launched into action.
She found herself stuffed into his car and they were peeling out of the parking
lot right quick.
Roni
laughed as she buckled her seat
belt and put a hand on his thigh.
“Alive, Taylor.
I’d
like to get there alive.” She squeezed the hard muscle.

“Shut up,
Roni
.”

She put her head back on the seat and just watched
him. She was finally going to get the boy who grew into the man that had always
held her heart.

Chapter Ten

September 17, 1996

Dear Diary,

This is it, senior year. The year that every
student strives to get to, the year we all need to survive, and the one that,
in some cases, terminates our prison term in the education sector. For others,
they will continue on with another prison term in college or university,
striving for a higher education.

For me, it’s not the final
year,
I’ll be going on to college to do what I need to do for that higher education.
Anything to keep me out of the same space as Darla and Trent.
On that front, because I’ll finally be eighteen, I no longer am a pawn between
the two of them. Thank you, God!

On a much sadder and heart-rending note, it’s the
last year I’ll be with Taylor. He’s decided to join the Marine Corp, and while
I support his choice, it hurts, too. I do plan to make this year the best ever,
no matter what my feelings are. No way am I going to regret knowing him. I want
memories to hold me over in the years to come, good ones.

With that in mind, I’m already trying to plan for
our big ones. Halloween, Christmas and
Valentine’s day
.
Need to make them memorable for us both. They are our last ones together, after
all. Damn it, this sucks.

Gotta
go,

Teen down in the dumps signing off.

****

Now - Taylor

How he made it to her house without wrecking them,
he’d never know.

Ever since they streaked out of the parking lot—yeah
he’d left some tread behind—
Roni’d
had her hand on
his thigh. But she hadn’t kept it still, not at all.

No, the little vixen had raked her nails over his
jeans, slid her hand up toward his crotch and then away. Every little thing
she’d done had made his cock impossibly harder and the throb all the more
intense.

By the time he made it to her place he knew they
needed to get inside, fast. Otherwise, he would be giving her neighbors one
hell of a show as he fucked her on her lawn, or on the hood of his car. Fuck.
Now there was an image.

Roni
,
spread out naked on the hood of his ‘
Cuda
, her pussy glistening with her need under the moon.

Throwing the car into park, he tore off his seat
belt and jumped out. Rounding the car, he could see her laughing, her eyes
twinkling and her lips curled.

Taylor paused a moment to take a breath. Wrenching
open
her door, he held out a hand, and when she was on her
feet, he tugged to throw her off balance and against him. “Are you laughing at
me, woman?”

“You seem to be in a bit of a rush, Taylor.”

Fuck him. Her voice was throaty and seductive. Where
the hell had this side come from?

“Is there a reason to rush?” she asked, looking up
at him coyly.

She was messing with him.
Flat
out fucking messing with him.

“You’ve been driving me insane all night, ever
since I picked you up.” He slammed the car door and backed her up the walkway
to her door.

“First this dress, then the straw at
the restaurant, then rubbing up against me while we danced and, let’s not
forget, the worst of the offenses.”

“What’s that?” she
asked,
a smile on her lips, her arms around his neck.

“You, stroking my thigh and making my cock so hard
on the drive here, I will likely have the imprint of my zipper on it for the
rest of time on.”

Roni
gave a little pout.
“Aw, poor, Tay-Tay,” she teased him. “I’ll have to inspect it, then, and kiss
it all better, won’t I?”

He stumbled. He couldn’t help it and, thank God,
the stoop with its big columns was there to brace a hand against, to keep them
both from falling down. “
Roni
, don’t tease me. Not
now.” He begged. Fucking begged her.

“Who says I’m teasing?” She shot a brow up in that
way women had. Smiling,
Roni
turned and went up the
steps, her hips swaying seductively, to unlock the door. Stepping in, she left
it open. “Coming?” she called out from inside.

“In more ways than one,” he muttered, hopefully
under his breath. By the laughter he heard, apparently not. Pushing against the
post, he sucked in a breath and prayed for strength to survive the coming first
steps. Feeling like, just maybe, he’d be okay, he jogged up the steps and shut
and locked the door.

Turning, he shrugged out of his jacket and frowned.
Where was she?
“
Roni
?”
He
kicked off his shoes and tossed his jacket over an armchair.

“Yes, dear?” she called out, from who knew where.

“Where you at?”
Taylor undid the top buttons on his shirt, the sensation of being able to
breathe coming back to him with that move. Shit, he should have done that
sooner.

“Right here,” she said.

Turning toward her voice all the air in his lungs
escaped, like he’d been punched in the gut. All he could do was
stare
at the vision before him. She was naked. Butt.
Fucking.
Ass.
Naked.
All except for those fuck-me shoes she’d had on all night.
Just like my
dream.

Taylor sucked in a sudden breath, his body starving
for oxygen, and wrenched his eyes up to her face. She was smiling, but there
was a heartbreaking uncertainty in her eyes.
No, not his
Roni
.
Fuck that shit. He knew, in that moment,
someone had hurt her, and bad, for her to have that look in her eyes.
Especially around him.

“Fucking hell,” he whispered. “You are a goddess who’s
taken human form,
Roni
. Are you trying to kill me
here? ‘Cause, fuck me, I think my heart just stopped.”

And the confidence was back, enough so that she
began walking toward him.
Slowly, drawing his eyes to her
hips and, holy shit, her naked pussy.
No hair, perfectly smooth and, if
he wasn’t mistaken, already swollen with need.

She clicked her tongue, making him jerk his eyes
back up to her face. “Well, that just wouldn’t do, not at all. I need you to be
breathing with a heartbeat, Taylor. Especially since, if I recall right, you
promised me a good fucking or three.”