CH 4

"So let me get this straight," he said a day or two later, holding me by my thighs, which were wrapped around his waist as he banged me against the wall in the stockroom at Newton's Sporting Goods. "Every time Rose pisses you off, you're going to fuck me?"

"Yep," I breathed, pushing back against him as he pounded into me. The boy had some serious strength and stamina. "Pretty much."

"Good deal," he gasped, burying his head in my neck.

I thought so, too.

His arms and legs started to shake from the strain of holding me up and thrusting at just the right angle to drive us both mad, so he pressed me harder against the wall to help bear some of the burden. It scraped my back and crushed the air from my lungs, but the sound of relief and pleasure that came from deep in his chest made it not matter so much. He was able to get a better position when he thrust, hitting a spot that made me gasp and clench in delight. I threw my head back and laughed as the orgasm flowed over me, sharp and sweet, and he bellowed at the resultant clenching and clasping of my body around him.

He collapsed against me, letting his arms dangle loose on either side and resting his head on my shoulder, limp, heavy, and satisfied. I smiled and allowed it for a few minutes before pushing gently at his shoulders and wriggling out from between his tall body and the wall. I buttoned my shirt, pulled down my skirt, and gestured him toward the employee bathroom on the other side of the room.

"You can use that," I told him. I was the only employee in the store that close to quitting time. "But go out the back, just in case a customer comes in."

He held the sagging waist of his jeans in a fist just below his waist, nodding and staggering in a circle as he tried to collect his wits and find the bathroom. I smiled again, something I was afraid I was doing more and more often around him. He was just so damned cute.

"Thanks, Cullen. I feel so much less ragey. See you soon."

-0-

"Jeez, she sure pisses you off a lot," he commented a few weeks later as we lay naked and wrecked on a blanket in the woods.

"You complaining?" I stretched lazily, completely relaxed and feeling mellow from the sex.

"Not at all."

"She's such a bitch," I commented, rolling on my stomach to look at him. I let my eyes linger on his body—there was a lot to linger on, to be honest. He was long and lean, with hard, defined muscles that weren't too big and bulky, but cut and strong. Pretty much perfect. "Why do you put up with that shit?"

"Who else am I going to date?" he asked with causal arrogance. He caught me staring, and the look he gave me in return made me tingle.

Sure as hell not me, I thought with an internal grimace. We were having way too much fun to complicate things.

"It's only until we graduate," he continued after a brief pause. "We both know it. She doesn't care about me any more than I care about her—she just sees me as someone to go to parties with, be seen with. She's the best looking girl in school."

"And you're the best looking guy," I finished for him.

He just shrugged, but it was true. Edward Cullen was beautiful. Not just in an "I'm enthralled with what he does to my body" kind of way—he was really beautiful. And while Iceberg really was absolutely stunning to look at, she was evil to the core.

"But you can't even enjoy the package." I waved my hand around. "I mean, you might get off with her, sure, but you don't really have fun. You don't do any of the good stuff with her."

I knew that for a fact, because he did all the good stuff with me. And it was really, really good stuff. Frigid Bitch was dumber than I thought, letting all that go to waste.

I sighed, rolling over onto my back and putting my hands behind my head to stare at the pattern the leaves made on the sky. "That fucking attitude is a lot to put up with for one unsatisfying orgasm every Friday or Saturday night. If you're lucky."

"I put up with your fucking mouth all the time."

I shut my eyes and grinned, knowing his gaze was on my bare breasts. "You love fucking my mouth. And I give you a hell of a lot more orgasms than one a week. And they're hella satisfying."

"Mm," he breathed, sliding across the blanket to cover my body with his. "Right on all counts."

-0-

"What happened this time?" he asked a couple of months later. I was bent over a downed tree in the woods that surrounded my house while he took me from behind. His big hands gripped and stroked my waist, ribcage, and back while I scrabbled to clutch the bark as I was pushed, push-push, pushed against it by his thrusts.

"Uh," I grunted, thrilling to the sharp heat and slight discomfort when he hit me deep. I hoped he really didn't expect an answer.

"Did she knock your lunch tray over again?" His fingers dug into my hips as he pulled me back into his thrusts. "Dump your book bag in the parking lot? Let the air out of your tires?"

I rose up on my hands, snarling at the memory. No one messed with Big Red. The truck was sacred.

"There's my girl," he murmured as I threw my weight back, forcing him deeper, making him go faster, lowering and rising on my toes to fuck him even though he covered me from behind.

"Are you trying to piss me off, too?" I panted, concentrating on rotating my hips without knocking him loose.

He moaned. I grinned in triumph, but then his hand landed on my ass with a cracking smack and burning sting of pain. It was so unexpected and so amazingly good that I started shaking and shuddering with my orgasm, shouting to the grey sky, and just lay on the rough surface of the tree as he continued to stroke in and out. I let my body move with his, staring at the dark, wet ground in shock as he finished with a loud, drawn out groan.

He collapsed, letting his weight crush me for only a few seconds before setting his feet under him and running that hand over the curve of my ass. I was pretty sure the bastard was admiring the red mark.

"Did you hit me?" I asked in a quiet, even voice.

The hand stilled, as did the rest of his body.

"I did," he answered calmly.

"Smacked my ass?"

"Yes. That was me."

I straightened, forcing him out of my body, and he took a wary step back as I turned. His eyes were steady on mine, but a flush was rising up his neck and across his cheeks. I arched a brow, and he almost flinched, but he held his ground. He was good. No, he was amazing.

"That was amazing," I told him, jumping at him. He caught me as I reached around and pinched his ass, laughing as I looked up into his face. "Promise me you'll do that again."

"Yeah?" He cocked that fucking eyebrow, a smile tugging at one side of his mouth as his arms came around me.

"Oh, God, yeah."

"I figured it would be my ass you wanted to whup after what Rosalie did to your truck," he said as we dressed.

I scowled and punched his arm. He "ow'd" and cringed obligingly.

"Don't remind me."

He just grinned, and I just shook my head as I stood, holding my hand out to help him. He let me, and walked me back to the edge of trees that circled the back of my house.

"I really hate your fucking girlfriend."

"Good deal."

He held my hand, and we just stood there staring at each other until I pulled away, walking across the yard to the door. I glanced back over my shoulder before I went in, and he raised a hand in a smartass salute before loping back through the woods toward his car.

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Yeehaw.

Thanks so much for reading.