Page 66 of Bronson

“No one? Not even someone here?”

“That doesn’t count,” she sniffs.

“Is it a bad thing? What I said?” I ask.

She shakes her head. The flower behind her ear has come loose. I tuck it back into place.

I’m at a loss. I say, “Should I not have said it? Paige, I⁠—”

She cuts off my words, pressing a hard kiss against my lips. Her hands pull against the back of my head as she draws me in closer to her.

She moves back, locking her eyes on mine. “Bronson Bachman. I love you, too.”

The confusion melts away. A fullness wells in my chest. I close my eyes, kissing her softly. I stand from the stairs, pulling her up and into my arms. We kiss again. I slide my hands beneath the backs of her thighs. I lift her up.

Her legs wrap around my waist. I hold her there, my hands underneath her skirt, supporting her weight. Her arms wind around my neck. Her legs tighten around my torso.

My cock presses against her.

I have to have her. Right now.

Paige

He loves me.

I feel giddy. Like a schoolgirl who’s been given too much sugar. I’d never done drugs but I guess the feeling I’m having is what people would call a high.

I am high on his love.

When he told me he loved me in the dance hall, I panicked. My chest welled up as if it would burst. And I started to cry. I felt so ridiculous about my absurd reaction, I rushed from the room.

Then, sitting in the quiet stairwell, Bronson came up beside me, whispering his soft words, and all the love I felt came rushing forward. Fears, doubts, panic gone. That’s when I kissed him.

The kiss he gave me back came from deep within him. It was like an animal had been unleashed.

I loved the way he had scooped me up, as if I weighed nothing, my legs wrapping around his waist.

His words swirled in my lightheaded mind.

You look beautiful.

You’re priceless.

I’m falling in love with you.

I love you.

Now, his hands slide beneath my skirt.

“No panties? So naughty. But all the better to make love to you.”

He holds one hand beneath my thighs. My legs are locked around his strong waist, my arms clinging to his neck. His other hand unfastens his pants and they fall to the floor.

Ah. There it is. The head of his cock pressing into me. I’m slick and wet and ready for him. But he loves to tease. My hips move toward his, my thighs squeezing his waist.

Give it to me.

He pushes in just a touch more. I’m begging for it, I’m almost weeping. It’s right there and I want it in me. I kick at his leg with my heel.