The Release

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Warning

*Teen Drinking*

Anna arrived first. I told her to come at 6:30 so she would get here at 6:50. I needed to give her a little pep talk before.

Simon, Wayne and I sat on the couch trying to comfort Anna.

"I don't know what I'm gonna do?" She complained. "You better not leave us alone in a room together." Anna put her face in her hands. "This won't go well."

Simon put a hand on her shoulder. "Rogue will like you." His voice came out so calmly, I hardly recognized him at all. "Everyone else does."

No, they don't, though.

I shooed Simon away and grabbed Anna's hands. "You know what will help?"

"Alcohol?" Anna sat up straight and plastered a smile on her face.

"I was going to say candy," I laughed, "but let's do both."

I walked over to the kitchen and the others followed. I opened the fridge and found a partially full blue Hawaiian punch jug. In the freezer under a pile of ice packs, a bottle of Smirnoff vodka was hidden by Wayne.

"Thanks for guarding this with your life, Anderson." I set them down on the counter and smiled.

"Yeah, I meant to ask you," Wayne started, sitting at a bar stool. "When I couldn't get Simon to give me the bottle, you told him to give you the baguette. It worked, but how did you know he would give it up?"

This memory is blurred, but I see where he's coming from.

"Simon hates anything French," I shook my head. "He didn't pass the class and now he is haunted by his failures."

Anna laughed into her hand and Wayne smirked beside me. Simon didn't look amused. His brows furrowed so deeply that they looked like one.

"At least the language I took is still used," Simon tried to come back, but failed miserably.

I scoffed and opened a cupboard, picking out candy. "Culus."

Asshole.

Wayne chuckled beside me and had on his real smile. The one that made his eyes crinkle. I returned his grin without issue. Anna and Simon looked at each other in utter confusion.

Two strong but soft arms wrapped around my body from behind. I flinched. I felt someone kiss my forehead and I knew who it was.

Rogue.

I put my hands on his forearms and leaned my head back. I saw Wayne's smile waver and his jaw twitch.

"Our star couple, ladies and gentlemen," Simon said arrogantly. I rolled my eyes.

Wayne scoffed. "They're not a couple." He reached over and screwed off the top of the vodka bottle, taking a few gulps.

Rogue leaned his head down on my shoulder and whispered in my ear, "Could I talk to you about something?"

I looked up at Wayne's smug smirk and returned it. He's clearly jealous and his sobriety never lasts when he is. So, this will be a fun night.

"Yeah," I answered Rogue, "let's go in my room."

I led the way and walked down the hallway.

"Leave the door open, crazy kids," Simon called out to us.

"Shut up, virgin," I retorted. Anna bursted out laughing uncontrollably.

Rogue and I walked into my dim room and shut the door. The only source of light was a small lamp on my nightstand but we didn't mind.

"Are you okay?" Rogue asked. He looked really concerned as if I had done something to make him scared of my mental health.

"What do you mean?" I questioned back. "Yeah, I'm okay."

"I was just checking in." He gave me a sympathetic smile. "Earlier on the phone, you seemed a little out of it."

I tried not to laugh at his misunderstanding. I was acting strangely because Wayne was eating me out.

"I was just a little tired," I lied. Rogue stepped a little closer to me so we were toe-to-toe.

"You know you can tell me anything, right?"

Not everything, I thought. But I knew what he meant. I nodded and smiled up at him.

"One more thing," Rogue began. "Why is Simon saying we're a couple?"

I snickered, annoyed with my dumbass brother. "He is teasing us because of what happened at the party."

Rogue joined in on my laughter, until the door busted open. It didn't surprise me when Wayne leaned against the door jam, wearing a wicked grin. I swallowed when I saw him.

"Simon is taking everyone's order," Wayne reported. He turned his gaze from me to Rogue. "You better get in there before he thinks you like avocados on your pizza."

Rogue nods and leaves awkwardly. Wayne didn't move out of the doorway, so he had to squeeze by him uncomfortably.

"Oh yeah, Freeman, I've been meaning to tell you something." Wayne strolled in and shut the door, swiftly locking it.

As soon as we were completely alone, he gripped my waist and smashed his lips on mine. I leaned into him automatically and grabbed the back of his neck. I gasped into the kiss and I felt him smirk against my lips. I quivered and felt my underwear wetten.

Wayne ran his hands over my hips. I imagine him picking me up by my thighs and throwing me up against the wall. My legs would wrap around his waist and he would pound me until I overstimulate.

I need this.

I pull on his shirt and moan into his mouth. Wayne's hands pulled me even closer than we were by the small of my back. I want him so badly. After what he did today, I need to finish what he started.

"Do you want more?" Wayne's deep voice groaned in between kisses. Almost all of my body was supported by his strong stature. My legs were weakening, my heat pulsing for his fingers.

"Yes, please," I begged. Wayne squeezed my hips tighter, and I thought he was obeying. I arched my neck back, closed my eyes and whimpered desperately. He let go of my hips and gripped my chin.

"If you stop flirting with him," he growled ever so closely to my lips, "you just might get what you want."

Wayne turned quickly, walking out of my room. He left me horny and frustrated, two emotions you should never mix.

I could feel my hard nipples rubbing against my camisole. I looked in the mirror and realized they were poking through my shirt. I looked at my reflection and pulled my baggy jacket a little closer to my body.

I wish Wayne would kiss me with those full lips up and down my body. Lining my thighs, stomach, neck, and chest with hickeys. I want Wayne to do anything he wants to me.

I heard the blender start and it shook me from my thoughts. I guess I was wrong.

This is going to be a long night.