Chapter Twenty Seven

Aspen

"This is bullshit!" I growl out to whoever may be listening as we all leave the principal's office, "A week of detention, for defending myself?"
"Do you just want to skip the rest of the day?" Boston asks, twining his fingers with mine and pulling me to a stop in the middle of the hallway, when I turn my attention to him, debating his offer he shrugs and says, "We could just go."
"You would do that for me? What if we get into trouble or even more trouble?" I ask, very much considering taking him up on his offer to ditch and just get away from this place for the rest of the day.
"Then we'll deal with that tomorrow. But, to answer your question, yes. I would do that for you." He says, pulling me into his arms and burying his face into my hair, "I would do almost *anything* for you," he murmurs, the statement confusing me.
“But,” I start, pulling back to get a good look at him. “I’ve been a bitch to you,” I state, confused as to why he would be willing to go to whatever lengths to make me happy when we barely even know one another.
“Not here,” he states, looking around the hallway at the curious stares of our classmates.
I follow him as we head out of the building, stopping after he pulls me around a corner of the building so we’re out of the way of curious eyes. “Yes,” he begins. “You’ve been a bitch. But I was an asshole first,” he says with a shrug, a smirk lifting up the left corner of his mouth. “I deserved it.” I just shake my head, thinking about the locker incident and how Lincoln ended up at the wrong end of that, instead of Boston. And as if he can read my mind, he chuckles, shaking his head back and forth slightly, “And Linc deserved the shit that he got, too.”
I give him a confused look, not yet willing to admit to anything. His smirk grows into a full grin, and he lifts his hands, cupping my cheeks before slipping his fingers into my hair, “That locker thing with all that *feminine* stuff, which was genius. Especially since that stuff completely grosses him out.”
“How did you—” I begin to ask, but he cuts me off.
“Know it was you?” He finishes for me, his smirk back in place. “Baby,” he murmurs, the smirk dropping from his face as it edges closer to mine, “I may be a lot of things, but I’m not an idiot.” 
“No,” I admit, knowing that he’s far from an idiot. “You’re not.”
“Aspen?” He says, his eyes flitting back and forth between both of mine and my mouth, his tongue peeking out and moistening his full bottom lip, teasing me.
“Yeah?” I ask in reply, the single word coming out much more breathy than I’d meant for it to. 
“I’m going to kiss you now,” he states, then closes the small bit of distance left between us, not giving me the chance to deny him, and claims my mouth in a toe-curling kiss.
After he’s managed to kiss me so well that I’ve forgotten why we’re even outside of the school in the first place, he pulls back slightly, only to begin trailing kisses across my jaw, to my ear, and states, “How about we get out of here.”
"Okay," I murmur, nodding in answer when those kisses start heading south, as he trails them down the column of my neck. I lean deeper into him, relishing in the feel of his lips on me after having fought my feelings for him, denying them. 
The feel of his body pressed tightly against mine, his hips thrusting his hardening cock against my stomach is turning me on, and wanting him so badly, that I end up blurting, “I want you.”
His mouth comes back to my own, claiming mine once more. We kiss for a long moment, and then he mutters, “Are you sure?” He thrusts against my core again and continues speaking, “Don’t get me wrong, I want you so fucking bad that it hurts. But, I want you to be sure. I don’t want you to have any regrets.” Then, more quiet, his words laced with hurt, he says, “Not again.”
Quickly, I pull back wanting him to see the truth written on my face, in my eyes when I say, “I’m sure. I’m so damn sorry about everything that I said before. I didn’t really mean it when I said it before. I wanted to hurt you, to push you away after how you had hurt me.” 
"You didn’t mean it?” He asks, seeming both unsure but hopeful at the same time. 
“No, Boston. I didn’t mean it.” I tell him, reaching out to cup his strong jaw, my eyes pleading for him to believe me. “I have wanted you, other than when you were being an ass, since the first moment that I saw you. I still want you and I’m tired of denying it. And being mad at you isn’t bringing me any form of pleasure, it just ends up hurting you—or Lincoln” I amend with a chuckle, then continue, “and makes me feel like total shit.”
“I believe you,” he says, then closes the distance between our mouths once more, giving me a chaste kiss. “God, I want you so bad. Let’s get out of here before I take you right here against this wall.”
*And God, does that sound tempting but I know that he’s right.* “Okay,” I murmur, but then a thought occurs to me. “But, we can't go home. My mom is there, and I don't think she would be very keen on the two of us skipping school or doing anything *un*sibling like," I tell him, placing my hand against his abs to put some distance between us.
"Oh, yeah?" he husks, his voice deep and gravelly with desire, and takes me in with hooded eyes, "and what kinds of *un*sibling like things did you have in mind?"
Instead of answering, I smirk and turn around and quickly away from down the sidewalk that leads to the parking lot and away from the man who has completely turned my world upside-down.
Boston lets out a growl, obviously not liking my lack of elaborating on my thoughts, and quickly catches up with me. His hands land at my waist, and then I'm no longer on my feet. Instead, I'm being slung over Boston's shoulder, squealing and laughing as he sprints out the door and towards the parking lot, afraid that anyone who's not in class at the moment will see my bare ass if my skirt flies up.
"Put me down, Boston!" I squeal again as we near his truck. As soon as we stop next to the big black monstrosity, I'm back on my feet and being pushed up against the driver's side door. Boston's body is firmly pressed against my own, his hands on my hips, and one of his jean-clad thighs rests between my legs, rubbing at the juncture between my thighs, causing me to moan with pleasure, "Fuck!"
"I need to feel you, baby," he growls, his hands shifting slightly lower to curl around my exposed upper thighs, thumbs rubbing them on the inside, just shy of where I ache to feel him touch me.
"Yes," I groan, "I need you, too," I tell him as I grasp ahold of his hips to anchor myself and grind against his hardened erection.
"Not here," he mutters, pulling back and removing one of his hands from my leg to reach behind me and open the door, sliding the other around to wrap his arm around my lower back, holding me firmly against his hard body as he backs away from the driver side door, pulling it open as he does and then gently places me on the seat.
Sliding over until I'm sitting in the middle, I look straight ahead, trying to calm my breathing down. I know that we can't do anything here in the school parking lot, but I still stick my bottom lip out in a pout, my body aching with the need for more, no thanks to him.
Boston just chuckles, as he settles himself behind the steering wheel, starts the truck, and pulls out onto the road. He settles his hand on my upper thigh, slipping his fingers beneath the hem of my skirt, and begins rubbing me through the lacy material, "fuck, you're so damn wet," he growls, sliding the thin fabric aside and tracing my folds with his fingers.
Spreading my thighs wider, I give him more room to work, then reach over and undo the button on his jeans, lowering his zipper, and pulling him from the confines of his jeans.
"Don't worry, Baby," he starts to say but as soon as my hand makes contact with the velvety skin of his shaft, he groans, thrusting up into my palm, "Fuck, I'm not going to be able to leave you aching for my cock for long."
As we continue down the road, he keeps finger fucking me, while I keep stroking him, bringing us both closer and closer to achieving our release, "Boston, I want you inside of me when I cum," I moan, my thighs beginning to shake he brings me even closer.
"Cum on my fingers, baby. I promise I'll have you cuming all over my cock soon enough." He pulls over onto a dirt road, throws the truck in park, and then picks up his pace, his fingers hitting me so damn deep.
"Boston! Oh, fuck, I'm cuming!" I scream, my pussy clenching around his thick fingers as he continues pulling my orgasm from me.  "Fuck, yes, Baby," he growls, then rips my panties off of me with one hand and pushes his jeans further down his legs with the other, while at the same time shifting his position so that he's kneeling over me, his body between my thighs. Pulling his fingers from inside of me, he places them in his mouth one at a time, licking my juices from each one and groaning in satisfaction, "you taste so damn good," he rasps, then slips both hands beneath my thighs, wrapping his arms around them, and lining himself up against my entrance, "are you ready for me, Baby?"
"Yes! Fuck me, Boston," I plead and then moan in pleasure as the thick head of his cock slips between my swollen folds.
"Fuck, you feel so fucking good," Boston groans as he pushes further inside of me. As soon as he is fully seated, Boston leans down, nearly folding me in half and claims my lips with his own, and begins to rock in and out of me, the position causing him to hit deeper than he ever has before.
Boston doesn't stop kissing me. Instead, he goes even deeper, as he thrusts slow and deep inside of me, making love to both my mouth and my body, on the front seat of his truck. I can feel another orgasm building quickly, and I begin rocking my hips faster, needing him to pick up the pace.
Instead of picking up his pace like I want, Boston pulls out, all except for the head of his cock, "Tell me you're mine," he says, as he pulls back away from me slightly, putting space between our bodies but slowly pushing back inside of me, then stopping, not moving an inch as he waits for my answer.
"I'm yours, Boston." I tell him as I watch him, confused as to why he even needs me to clarify such a thing, "there’s no one else."
“Be my girl," he says, looking deeply into my eyes, a vulnerability hiding in them that I've never seen in them before, he pulls almost completely back out again and stops, "I want you to be mine."
Furrowing my brow, I try to understand what he's getting at, *I already told him that I'm his. And, considering everything, I would have thought that it would be pretty damn clear.* "*I'm. Yours. Boston*," I say again, putting emphasis on each of my words this time.
"Be my girlfriend," he says, sinking back into me, ever so slowly, "I want everyone to know that you're mine."
*Girlfriend?*
"Boston, but what about our parents?" I ask, my body beginning to shake from my nearing orgasm. "Either they won't let us be together or it will cause them to divorce, or both."
“We will continue to hide it from them. But, Baby, we have to tell them eventually," he tells me pulling back out again, painfully slow.
"I don't want to lose you," I tell him honestly, my chest aching at just the thought of losing him.
"You won't. I want you too desperately to let you go," he says as he sinks back into me once more, this time faster than he has over the last several minutes, then pulls back out and sinks in again, "be mine, Baby."
"Okay," I say, nodding my head and trying to blink away my tears as Boston begins slowly picking up his pace again, "I'll be your girl."
"Really?" he asks, pushing in fast and deep, "Fuck, yes!" he growls, closing the distance once more until he's captured my mouth in another toe-curling kiss, while his thrusts pick up in pace, coming so quickly now that I can hardly keep up. "I'm close, Baby, cum with me," he demands as he readjusts his right hand so that he can rub my clit, as he continues pounding into my pussy.
His thumb on my clit is all that it takes to send me into one of the most powerful orgasms that I have ever had, "Boston!" I scream, as wave after wave rolls over me, sending me higher and higher. Boston thrusts just two more times before his own orgasm hits and he moans out my name, then bites the skin at the swell of my breast, then pulls it into his mouth sucking on it, marking me as his.
"God, you are so fucking amazing, Baby," Boston tells me, once he's done marking me and pulls away, admiring his handiwork with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, then he lowers himself until his face is between my thighs, he tongue flicking out to stroke my overly sensitive clit, "oh, fuck, Boston!" I cry, because it both feels good, but is also too much at the moment.
Changing tactics, he shifts and begins biting and sucking on the tender skin of my inner thighs, leaving his mark on me there as well. When he pulls back, he gazes down at my marked body, a satisfied smirk on his face, "Fuck, I love that you're mine." As he says this, he crawls back up my body, nipping and sucking his way until he's back at my neck, nipping gently at the tender flesh, "I just wish I could mark you where everyone could see it."
"Does this mean that I get to put my mark on you, too?" I ask, suddenly getting an idea.
"Fuck, I'd love to have your mark on me," he says, pecking my lips and then pulling back, his eyes so dark with his desire that I almost change my mind about doing it later. But, instead, I decide to keep with my plan.
"Good, but you will have to wait for it. I don't want to do it here," I tell him, sitting up when he leans back, giving me a bit of space.
"Oh really?" he says with a cocked eyebrow, his cocky smirk back in place, "does my *girlfriend* have plans of taking advantage of me later?"
It seems so weird for him to call me his girlfriend, but I don't at all dislike it.
"I guess you will have to wait and see just what I have in mind," I tell him, then wrap my arms around his neck, and pull him back to me for a kiss that quickly becomes heated, turning into another round of play before we manage to get dressed, and then get back on the road.
"Thank you," he says, his eyes never leaving the road, but lifting my hand to his mouth and placing a chaste kiss on the back of my hand.
"For what?" I ask, not sure what he's thanking me for.
"For making me both the happiest and luckiest man on the planet by agreeing to be my girl," he says, glancing from the road to me, then back to the road with an ear-to-ear grin on his face.
"You make me happy, too," I tell him, a warm feeling filling my chest, that I don't yet want to try to identify.