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Chapter 15. Possessive


We had just barely won the football game. It was nerve-wracking to cheer in front of him. The entire time that I was in front of him, cheering, his eyes were dancing around my body in ways that weren’t appropriate for the public to see. I was hoping that nobody noticed.

I needed a drink, and naturally, the party had to be at Avery’s house. The yard was lit up with twinkly lights, and there were several coolers outside. I bent over and grabbed a beer from one of them. When I turned around, I bumped into someone. I didn’t have to look up to know it was Avery.

His cologne made a hundred of my brain cells dissipate in less than half a second. He smirked at me. Avery wasn’t stupid. He knew he had a strong effect on me.

Ever since I rejected him, he has given me hell. He will touch me any chance he gets, which always sends sparks through me. He teased and watched me. He even went as far as flirting with me.

“Can I have one?” he asked politely. He had a hard time not laughing when I narrowed my eyes at him.

I handed him the beer in my hand and rolled my eyes. I turned, bent over, and grabbed another beer from the cooler. I turned back to face him.

His eyes were down on the lower part of my body. He had been staring at my ass. His eyes flickered back to mine, and he smiled widely. “I think your brother wants one too.”

“Mason can get his own damn beer,” I snapped.

Avery bit his lip to hide a smile. “Feisty,” he purred. “I like it.”

“What the hell got into you?” I asked.

“I’m in a good mood,” he said and shrugged.

“Okay, I’m going over there,” I said and gestured to my friends. I started walking across the yard, and when I looked back, I saw Avery staring at my butt.


“What is going on with you two?” Jade asked. “I thought it was over?”

“It is,” I hissed. The alcohol wasn’t helping the fact that I was irritated. It only seemed to strengthen it. Maybe I need to smoke instead.

“Avery has been staring at you all night,” Peyton said.

“Girl, I wished a guy would stare at me like that,” Jade said.

“Great, he stares at my ass. I’m sure plenty of guys have looked at your ass too, Jade,” I said.

“Why are you pushing him away?” Peyton asked. “It sounds messed up to me.”

“I don’t want to get hurt. We were doomed from the start. I deluded myself into thinking we had a chance,” I said. I looked over my shoulder at Avery.

A senior girl, Candice, stood in front of Avery with her hand on his chest. She gave him a flirtatious smile and stood on her toes to whisper in his ear.

When I looked back at the other girls, they were watching Avery and Candice.

Peyton looked at me worriedly, and Jade did the same.

“That’s partly why,” I said. “Girls throw themselves at him all the time. These girls are prettier than I am. It doesn’t make sense for him to want me. Guys always want what they can’t have, and for Avery, I’m that one he isn’t supposed to mess with. He doesn’t want some bratty immature sixteen-year-old virgin.”

The girls stared at me with wide eyes.

I slammed my beer, threw it on the ground, and headed across the dark yard toward my house. My head spun from all the alcohol I had consumed, and I stumbled my way through the yard.

These girls were prettier and more mature than I was. I was exactly the opposite of all of them. I was a mess more often than not. My family was dysfunctional. Avery wouldn’t have to hide being with Candice like he did with me. He would never choose between my brother and me, and I couldn’t ask him to.

I reached my front door and grabbed my keys from my pocket to unlock it. The keys slipped from my hand. “Damn it,” I muttered. I started to bend over to pick them up, but a hand flashed out and grabbed them before I could. I gasped and spun around.

Avery stood in front of me with a smirk and held my keys up for me. “Partied out already?” he asked.

“Something like that,” I said and narrowed my eyes.

“Really?” he chuckled. “You look sort of anxious.”

I huffed. “Give me my keys.”

“Give me a kiss,” he challenged.

“No,” I said and gritted my teeth. “Why don’t you go ask Candice for a kiss. You two looked cozy.”

He laughed. “Right. We were so cozy that I would rather chase you back to your house?”

“It’s just sex. Go have a good time. You deserve it,” I said and crossed my arms over my chest.

“If it didn’t bother you, why are you acting jealous?” he challenged. He took a step closer to me.

I swallowed hard and took a step back. My back hit the front door. “I’m not.” I tried to say it in a stern voice, but it came out as fragile as glass. I was jealous, and I knew it. I wished that I could be brave enough to throw myself at him or sleep with him. I wouldn’t satisfy him in any way. I was inexperienced compared to all the girls he had been with.

He lowered his face to mine. “Tell me what is bothering you?”

“It doesn’t matter. It won’t change anything,” I murmured.

“It could change everything, but you don’t want it to. You’re scared of something, and you keep pushing me away, and I’m tired of it. I’ve done everything for you and spent all that time with you, and you can honestly stand there and tell me it meant nothing? It was all a big waste of time?” The humor in his eyes vanished. I could see the anger and the hurt that he didn’t want me to see. The same feelings I was hiding from him.

“What the fuck do you want me for anyhow? I’m messy, immature, insecure, cranky, and inexperienced! I don’t know how to make you feel the way those other girls can!” I shouted.

His eyes widened for a moment and then became thoughtful. He pursed his lips and nodded in understanding. “Oh,” he said. “I get it.”

“Do you?” I snapped. “Well, it’s about fucking time.” I reached for my keys.

Avery held tighter onto the keys.

My gaze pierced his. “What?”

“But I don’t think you get it,” he murmured. “For all those reasons, I’m crazy about you. I’m crazy about all the good and bad things. I’m crazy about everything that makes you the way you are. The only thing I’m not so crazy about is the insecure part because it’s that part of you that keeps hurting me. That’s the part of you that wants nothing to do with me, even though I have done nothing wrong. You’re scared to wind up like your parents, but we’re not them.”

“The virgin part bothers you,” I argued.

“Really?” he raised his eyebrows. “What about that would bother me, Stormie?”

“I saw the look on your face when I told you,” I muttered.

“It surprised me, that’s it,” he insisted.

“For all I know, you’re lying. You don’t exactly give it away when you’re lying,” I snapped.

“I wouldn’t lie to you. I hate lying. I do it only if I really have to. I told you that,” he argued.

We were silent for a long moment.

“How could no guy ever touching you bother me?” he whispered. “That’s just fucking crazy. I hate the thought of other guys thinking about you, let alone touching you.” There was a possessiveness in his tone.

My gaze locked with his. His words sent a shiver down my spine, and my stomach exploded. Tears built up in my eyes. “My brother,” I managed.

“What about him?” Avery challenged. “Is he the problem? Great, let’s go tell him.”

“No!” I hissed. I grabbed Avery’s shirt and pulled him back into me.

Avery stumbled against me. His entire body pressed to mine. His hot breath fanned across my face. His breath smelt like cinnamon, but I knew it was because of the fireball he had drunk. His eyes locked with mine. “I need you, baby. I don’t care what it costs me no more,” he murmured.

“Damn it,” I muttered.

“Kiss me,” he demanded.

My brain lost the battle against my body. My brain no longer controlled my body. Avery controlled my body, and my body was on fire. I stood on my toes, threw my arms around his neck, and smashed my lips to his.

His lips intoxicated me further. His fingers tangled into my hair and pulled it slightly.

My lips parted, giving him what he wanted like I always did because I was a pushover.

Avery slipped his tongue into my mouth. His other hand gripped my hip tighter, pulling me closer.

I broke the kiss and gasped for air. “Avery, they’re going to come looking for you,” I managed to get out while panting.

The keys in his hand jingled, but he didn’t stop devouring my neck. The door suddenly flew open.

Avery pushed his forehead to mine and backed me into the house slowly. He took the keys from the door and locked the door without breaking our stare. “Let them look,” he whispered.

My hands shook as they slid up his chest and around his neck.

He gripped my hips with both hands and lifted me as easily as if I weighed five pounds. He put his lips back on mine as he carried me through the dark house.

Once we were in my room, Avery put me down on my feet. I closed the door and locked it. I turned back around and placed my hands on his chest.

His hands fell to where my hands were, and his gaze flickered back to mine. His heart raced beneath my hand.

I pushed him back to my bed and pushed him down. I straddled him and pressed my lips to his neck.

A groan escaped him. He became aroused as I rocked my hips against his. One of his hands traveled under my shirt. He put his hand over the top of my bra and squeezed my breast.

A loud moan escaped me, and I rocked my hips faster. I grabbed the hem of my shirt with both hands and pulled it up. I leaned away from him and threw my shirt off.

He licked his lips slowly. His hand trailed up my spine, making me shiver. He rested his forehead against mine. “You’re so beautiful.” His hand stopped at the back of my bra and unclasped it.

The bra slid off my shoulders, revealing a part of me that nobody had seen. I would have been shaking with fear if I had been sober. Instead, I bravely threw the bra off.

Avery groaned and bit his lip as he stared at my breasts. “Damn.” His eyes captured mine. He gripped onto my waist and carried me to the top of my bed, putting me beneath the covers.

My hands gripped the hem of his shirt, and I pulled it up impatiently.

Avery hovered over me and pulled his shirt off with one hand. He stared down at my hand, which was sliding down his chest toward the waistband of his jeans. His lips parted when I unbuttoned his jeans. Avery kicked his jeans off and lowered his lips back to mine.

When I wrapped my hand around his hard cock, a shiver rolled down his spine. I moved my hand up and down, and his cock grew harder. The size of it scared me a little. This is going to hurt like hell. I knew sex hurt but wouldn’t it hurt worse if it’s that big? I tried to voice my concern, but Avery bit down, and my concern came out sounding like a moan. “Oh, fuck.”

Avery managed to strip me down to nothing. His hand slid up between my thighs. His gaze was filled with desire as his finger pressed against my clit. He moved his finger in slow circles, matching the speed that I was stroking him.

My hand moved faster, and he did the same. A shock rolled through me when one of his fingers slipped inside me.

Avery pulled my hand away from him. “I don’t want to cum yet,” he whispered. “I want you to cum.” He trailed his lips down to my breast and traced my nipple with his tongue, making it hard.

“Avery,” I moaned.

He trailed his lips further down.

“What are you doing?” I tried to ask, but it came out a moan. Instead of answering, he ran his tongue down my wet folds and swirled it around my clit.

Avery wrapped both of his arms around my thighs. I writhed beneath him, but he held me tightly in place as his mouth did unspeakable things to me. It was hard to believe anyone’s tongue could move that fast. He sucked my clit into his mouth. He buried his face further into me, and it sent me over the edge.

My loud moans filled the bedroom, and I gripped the sheets tightly to hold myself down. I never knew anything to feel so incredible, not even weed. Avery gave me a kind of high that no drug could.

He hovered over me and licked his lips.

All I could do was stare at him in bewilderment.

“You’re sexy as fuck when you have an orgasm,” he murmured. “You taste good too.”

The air escaped my lungs. After I found my lungs, I had a realization. “You need a condom?” I reached over in my drawer and pulled one out. “Will that work?”

He looked at the size with pursed lips. “Why do you have these?”

“Mom put them in my drawer. She did the same to Mason,” I murmured.

“At least one of us is thinking,” he muttered. He put the condom on, and his gaze locked with mine. “You sure you want to do this?”

I nodded because I didn’t trust my voice. I tangled my hands in his hair and brought his lips down on mine.

The pain was excruciating, and it was uncomfortable. It felt like my body was rejecting his size, but I knew this part wouldn’t last, and I kept telling myself that. A painful moan escaped me, and a pleasured groan escaped him.

He pulled away from me. “Sorry, baby. It’ll go away,” he whispered. He wiped the tears that escaped my eyes but didn’t move otherwise.

After most of the pain disappeared, I moved my hips against his but unsure.

He groaned but didn’t move.

“It’s okay,” I murmured. I pressed my lips to his neck.

He slowly pulled out and thrusted back into me. “Damn, you feel so good.”

His skin burned mine all over, but I wanted to get closer to him. It was like he knew what I was thinking. He pressed his body and lips against mine. The kiss held more possessiveness than ever before.

“You’re my girl,” he whispered into my ear.

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