A/N: In honor of Jennifer and Brian's third year of marriage on the 21st of this month :) It's their daughter's 3rd birthday today as well! Enjoy! xx Mariah
The team had won the game, destroying the town's rival with a thirty five point lead.
Seniors swarmed the fields with excitement, screaming the school's victory song.
Kyle beamed, happy to see his old team win their homecoming.
"Remember my senior homecoming?" She asked, ushering the both kids off the bleachers quickly before everyone left at once and were stuck for longer.
"Do you remember after?" He whispered in her ear.
"Of course I do," she smiled, leaning into his shoulder and breathing in his scene of leather and soap as he kissed her head. "It was the night when everyone found out about us..."
"Well everyone mostly knew," he laughed. "It was just Evan at the point..."
Riley ran to the field, hugging Evan despite his overwhelming body odor.
She was so happy for him. This was his first big win as quarterback, a big rise in the eyes of any Texas high school.
"I'm so proud of you!" She squealed, hugging him tightly. "Who would've known I'd be best friends with the best player this team has seen in over 4 years."
"Riley it happened so fast," he laughed. "One second we were down by three and the next we were shooting down every play they tried to do."
"Your dad would be so proud of you!" She exclaimed. "I'm proud of you."
"That means so much," he grinned, pulling off his helmet.
"Oh Ev, you're bleedin'." She gasped as his nose dripped more.
"It's nothing I can't handle," he laughed. "I got hit a little rough in my face today."
"Little brother, you're finally livin' up to the Parks name." Kyle cheered, patting his brother's back. "Four years... it took you long enough."
"Oh shut it Kyle," he muttered.
Taylor came over to their circle as he whipped his face from the blood.
"For the last time Taylor I'm not coming out tonight," she muttered.
"I'm not here for you," Taylor sneered. "Beau wants to go out for some fun after cleaning up with you and the guys."
"Okay," he smiled. "That sounds fun."
"Good!" Taylor huffed. "Beau's party is going to be amazing. He is going Jell-O shots that are blue and white. Isn't that festive?"
Riley rolled her eyes and looked over at Kyle with a smile before hugging him.
He knew Evan was too nice for their crowd, and so was Riley. That's why they didn't really associate themselves with anyone but people who cared for others and were kind.
She turned and left before Taylor tried to convince her to come again. She had plans that she was too excited for.
Lacey had met her at the bench and she grabbed her cheer bag.
"Are you sure you don't want to have a sleepover tonight and binge watch movies?" Lacey asked.
"Yes," she smiled. "I told you we'll have one tomorrow once I get my paycheck from the coffee shop. I'll get us a bunch of sweets and we can pig out."
"Tell me all the details about your night out with the one and only Kyle Parks," Lacey whispered, knowing it was technically still a secret.
"I always do," she smiled. "We're goin' out for some wings and he'll probably get a beer and we'll share it like we always do."
"And hook up in the back of his Chevy?" Lacey giggled.
"Probably," she blushed and caught his eye as he talked to Evan. "I hate keepin' this secret from him, but it's how it needs to be for now."
"Think you'll be together for a while?" Lacey asked.
"There's somethin' about him Lace that I've never felt before. It's intoxicating and I can't get enough of him and I miss him so much when he's off at college..." Her eyes lit up as Kyle came up to them, hugging Lacey and then turning to her.
"I've been thinkin' about doing this all night," he stepped closer to her and it was like everyone looked over. "I have seen you in over a week."
"Kyle," she gasped as he touched her waist and pulled her in. "Everyone's looking'..."
"Let 'em," he said, closing the gap.
They kissed and Kyle's fingers gently ran through her hair as they separated.
She could see Evan from afar, his helmet dropped from his hand and she smiled up at Kyle. She didn't feel bad anymore. Evan had his chances and spent them in bed with other girls instead of pursuin' her.
Kyle had always been interested in the girl who caught his brother's eye. The way he'd always have his eye on her when she'd study with Evan, always make sure she had something to drink or eat or laugh about. And always seemed to make sure Evan knew that he was going to get her one day. It was easy to tell by the way Evan's arms would flex when he was around with his charismatic smile.
That day was today.
They were official.
Riley was a sucker for Kyle Parks good looks and charm and soon Riley Campbell was his girl.
"Now that everyone knows, what are you going to do with me?" She purred and stepped closer to him.
"You'll just have to trust me," he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, making sure her skirt didn't ride up too much as he ran to his truck.
She laughed the whole way, knowing his strength from being quarterback at the college and already being scouted by the Cowboys and the Steelers.
"No…no…no…shit!" Kyle slammed his hands down on the steering wheel as the truck sputters and rolled to a stop on the side of the road.
"Did we just run out of gas?" She'd done her fair share of hoofing it to the closest service station when Evan would give her rides to school and his old gas guzzling clunker would run out, so she knew the signs well.
Kyle sighed and gave her the lop-sided grin that never fails to set her pulse racing. "Yeah, we did. I try to fill up every other day, just to be safe, but I guess I've been a bit…distracted lately." He gave her a searing look that made her grateful she was sitting as her knees turned to jelly thinking about why he'd been so distracted these last few weeks. "Not that it's your fault... you just always look so damn pretty that I forget to fill up when I'm with you."
It had only been a couple weeks ago when their relationship veered into third-base territory when he, innocently enough, started kissing her stomach. He kept getting frustratingly closer and closer to the waistband of her skirt, almost as if he were testing the waters, until finally the anticipation was too much and she basically shoved him down further, growling at him to 'keep goin'.
He enthusiastically complied, and it was the most intensely amazing moment of her life. Thank God they weren't somewhere public because she was pretty sure everyone could hear every scream and moan that came out.
On the other side of the spectrum she'd half attempted at giving him a blowjob which was an epic failure, on both of their parts.
She'd never touched anyone before other than herself occasionally and Kyle was so big that she wasn't able to fit all of him into her mouth without gagging. Also, it never occurred to her to cover her teeth with her lips, which led to some chafing, but the worst part was that Kyle was so overwhelmed by the sensations that he failed to warn her that he was about to come, and in her shock at the sudden burst hitting the back of her throat, she gasped and ended up coughing it up all over him.
Not a shining moment for either one of them. Fortunately, with a lot of practice, and a long talk about oral sex etiquette, they figured out how to make it pleasurable for both of them.
All of which led them back to their current predicament. Yesterday, when he normally would have stopped for gas, she had been in a particularly insatiable mood and hadn't let him drop her off and go to work until he'd made her come multiple times. He was already late when he left and didn't want to risk making his boss' wrath worse with a stop at the station, but then he completely forgot about it on the way to the game this evening.
"Stay here where it's warm and I'll see if there's a better signal outside so I can call someone..." He muttered.
"Evan?" She asked.
"Yeah," he gave her a quick kiss before opening the door and jumping out.
She watched him pull out his phone, holding it up in the air, trying to find service.
When he was finally able to make his call, he could watch him talk to his brother, gesturing with his hands even though Evan couldn't see him. She could tell Evan was giving him shit by the way he kept running his hand through his hair.
Evan was letting his jealousy get to the best of him, as usual.
Every now he glanced back at her with a weak smile. He had no idea just how adorable he was when he's flustered.
As she watch him pace, her mind drifted back to the day dream she'd had last night about the first time she and Kyle had actual sex. It had taken them a while to get there, but when they did... they couldn't keep their hands off of each other.
They hadn't had sex in well over a week, and they were both craving it.
She'd had so many daydreams of going down on each other, of how his touch lit her up like the night's sky but she needed real, honest-to-God, nasty, sweaty, hard-core sex. That morning she'd woken up with absolutely soaked panties.
Their first time had been perfect.
It may have been in the bed of his truck, but there had been dinner and mini golf that ended with her winning and steamy make out session. The feeling she'd had when they pulled away, the desire to go further, to let him completely bring her to euphoria was so strong she couldn't take it anymore. The best part was that he hadn't pressured her. He'd waited until she was sure and that's something she treasured.
They made love wrapped in blankets under the stars. The location didn't matter, it was the passion and love they gave each other and became one that did. And no one would take that away from her.
Especially not Evan, whiny little Evan was bitching about having to come out in the cold to bring them gas. From the lines on his forehead, she knew Kyle was aggravated, and the was confirmed when his eyes shot toward the windshield with a slightly panicked look, as if maybe she'd heard whatever nonsense Evan just spouted to him.
He finished his call and she saw him huff in frustration as he walked back to the door and got into the rapidly cooling truck.
"Don't worry about it too much," she said softly. "We'll figure something out if he won't come... we can call Dale or Lacey if he doesn't answer because they are together at my house."
"Evan said he'll bring us some gas, but he's having fun at the party and refuses to leave yet. I don't know how long we're gonna be stuck out here." He gave her such a sorry, pitiful look, that she couldn't help but lean in and kiss his cheek.
"Stop lookin' at me like that," she whispered. "It's not your fault."
"It is," he sighed. "I should've remembered to fill my damn truck."
She threw her leg over his thighs and straddled his lap, making sure to keep herself in full contact with his already swelling erection.
"Stop it," she muttered and with little preamble, she took his face between her hands and kissed him, softly at first, letting their lips tease one another.
When she traced the seam of his lips with her tongue, he moaned and squeezed her hips, a sure sign that he was on-board with whatever she had planned. They continued to kiss, tongues thrusting against one another in that age old dance. Her fingers were buried deep in his hair, pulling and scratching his scalp, causing him to whimper and buck up against her. His hands were kneading her ass like he was preparing dough, pulling her closer.
The windows had fogged and the temperature in the truck began to rise with their heated breath, and a fine sheen of sweat broke out along her hairline. She pulled back, breathless from their kisses, and slowly unzipped her varsity cheer jacket, tossing it to the side. He watched in rapt fascination as she did the same with his jacket, leaving him in just his old football jersey from East and she was in her cheer uniform.
"How fitting," she laughed and ran her fingers up his torso, her fingers only touching his skin through the holes of his jersey. "The quarterback and the cheerleader."
Once they were able to feel one another better and she wasted no time in removing his hands from her ass and placing them on her breasts. She arched further into his palms, crying out when he pinched her nipples through her uniform top, which had slowly begun to ride up her slim stomach.
His hands have made their way under her top, and are tracing circles around my lower back.
"Riley," he hissed between clenched teeth when his hands slid up further and realized she was not wearing a bra. "I forgot you never wear one on game days..."
"Too much pressure with the tight uniform," they both whispered and sealed their lips together.
When his hands weren't enough, she quickly grabbed the hem of her top and pulled it off in one swift movement, leaving her breasts torso to his reverent gaze.
Strange garbled sounds came from his throat as he took one peak into his warm mouth and sucks hard before swiping his tongue over the tingling peak. She couldn't hold back her cries, screaming at least a dozen times, her hands touching the fogged window out of instinct to grab something.
He switched to the other breast, showering it with the same affection until she was a whimpering mass begging for release. He twisted and gently laid her back along the bench seat; the cold leather a stark contrast to her heated body.
He tore off his jersey before settling against her and kissing her deeply. The feel their nude torsos pressed together was something she would never tire of – the way the soft downy hairs on his chest brush against her, how the trail of black hair that began below his navel and disappeared below the waistband of his jeans rasped against the soft skin of her belly, or how this incredible warmth just emanated from him regardless of the temperature.
His hand had slowly worked its way down to my hip as we had been kissing and his fingertips were grazing the skin just above the waistband of her skirt.
"No panties," she whispered. "I took them off a long time ago."
He notice the blue lace on his floor and he chuckled against her lips as he slipped his hand between her thighs. A heady sigh escaped my mouth as his fingers glided across her center, spreading the moisture around her needy center in lazy circles.
"God, I love how wet you get for me." he whispered as he nuzzled her neck with his lips. "I could do this to you all night and never get tired of watching you come. Nothing is more beautiful to me than your face at that moment."
Between his honeyed words and his talented fingers, it didn't take much longer until she fell apart completely, chanting his name so that it reverberated around the cab of the truck. He slowed his ministrations as she came down from the high of her orgasm, panting and boneless.
He pulled his hand away and popped his fingers into his mouth, savoring her taste as he licked them clean.
Together they worked to rid him of his jeans and boxers, leaving him naked and hard.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard right now," his words stoke the cooling embers of her desire, causing the flames to rise anew.
"Yes please," she stroked her hand along his jaw, drawing him closer so she could plunder his mouth with her tongue. "I've been dreamin' about it all week baby..."
He nestled himself between her legs and sheathed himself in her waiting warmth, both of them groaning in relief at finally being joined as one. They share a moment, looking deep into each other's eyes, before he began to move. He went slowly at first to allow and they reveled in the exquisite torture, trying to prolong their coupling as much as possible.
"Riles," he panted.
"Go ahead," she smiles up at him.
He needed no other encouragement to do just that. He hooked her knee over his arm to widen her even further, then proceeded to slam his hips into hers at a frantic pace, causing her breasts to bounce with each thrust.
The change in angle hit a spot deep inside of her that made her toes curl in rapture. He brought one hand down to where they are joined, and finding her needy ball of nerves, working it until she'd writhing below him, her second climax just around the corner.
There were no more words, only the sounds of their slick skin slapping together and breathy moans and whimpers. All too soon she felt his erection pulse inside her as his thrusted became erratic until he stopped, our hips flush together, and released what can only be described as a guttural moan of ecstasy as he spilled her. His thumb frantically rubbed her center until she was joining him with an animalistic cry of her own.
Kyle's spent body slumped on top of her, sweaty and panting, saying 'thank you' over and over again in a hoarse voice. She was beyond words, so she just squeezed him closer and kissed wherever her lips could find purchase.
"He's here," he whispered as his headlights shined through the fogged glass.
"I don't care," she answered, kissing his forehead. "For once I don't care. He can be what he wants to be because I don't care anymore. I love you and I want to be with you forever, no matter what."
As they slowly cleaned up and got dressed, he brought her close and kissed her collarbone and neck, marking her for Evan to see.
"I don't either," he smiled as he opened the door and hopped out, pulling his zipper up as he did and walking toward his brother shirtless.
She'd marked him even more than he did and for once she didn't care. She grabbed her top and pulled it on, hopping out of the cab of the truck and walking over to the pair, snaking an arm around his torso and pressing a kiss to his shoulder with a smile.
"Riley," Evan said pouring the gas into the tank.
She glanced at him and then smiled up at Kyle.
And that was when she knew that regardless of what happened from here on out, she would always have this memory, this shining moment, and it was all thanks to a faulty gas gauge and his brother's obsession to be jealous of them.
"I love you," she said softly, catching Evan's attention who just looked over at the pair.
Kyle swept a piece of hair of her cheek and his lips curled up in a smile. "I know, and I love you too," he answered.