Earth (Complete)

Twenty four

Jeremy wasn't as bad as I pegged him to be. Turns out, he was actually quite a normal guy just trying to get through life like the rest of us. And, we had a lot in common. Psycho moms' out to ruin our lives, crazy siblings we'd do almost anything for and being born into a life of privilege.

He wasn't like me in that way though. He didn't like this life mostly because of his mother. The money side of it, he very much enjoyed. Something I couldn't stand – having piles of cash just lying around and not knowing what to do with it, but not making any attempt to put it to good use. And he truly wanted to become the CEO of NASA. That much hadn't changed.

But instead of showing it in the whole 'I'm becoming CEO of NASA', cocky and overbearing way he usually displayed it, he showed the desire for the job in the best way possible, being listed as one of his aspirations instead of something given to him by his father like the spoilt little brat that he was. Through it all, I just couldn't watch him set himself up for disappointment.

"Jeremy, can I tell you something?" He nodded. "This title, 'CEO of NASA' – I don't think it's going to mean anything on Ultra." His face fell but I had to tell him. "That title... along with whatever it represents – is just a fairytale dream in a dying world. You're not gonna have any power up there. Your voice will just fade away with the essence of what's left of this planet while we're up on the other."

He spent a good ten minutes trying to convince me otherwise. I didn't budge. I was certain this was a scam and if I was going to spend my life with this dude, I wouldn't let him make a fool of himself.

It occurred to me, spending my life with this Jeremy didn't look so bad. If push comes to shove, and the whole Dylan thing didn't work out, I suppose I'd be cool with this. We spoke like two normal people, discussing our likes and dislikes, interests and hobbies, something that should've been discussed on the date he asked how many children I want.

Anxiety settled itself into my bones as I felt myself enjoying what should've been a horrible night. Despite the fact that I could find myself actually liking Jeremy – you know, over the long term – I didn't want it to be him. I didn't want a Knight in Shining Armor.

I wanted the punk in the leather, ripped jeans, bangles, earrings and metal bands around his thumbs. I wanted adrenalin, lust, passion. Not icky feelings, emotions, love and compassion. All of it made me sick just thinking about it. How girls fell for that whole façade, I have no clue.

Girls don't realize, every guy is just a Dylan – a fuck boy. Dylan just embraces it more than others do and uses it to his advantage. Although, Dylan being a fuck boy made complete sense, I still thought he had a little bit of a soft side that he chose to hide from me, and the rest of the world. Obviously, being an outright fuck boy is a way easier path to choose. But I was certain he was a little bit like Jeremy. And I was determined to see that side of him.

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My nails dug into his hands as he gripped my thighs – some new fascination he's developed. They're too pale. Let's add some color. My leg hung around his as he slipped in and out, pressing me hard against the wall, his hot breaths burning my neck, tiny droplets of sweat making my hair cling to my back. My lone leg holding me upright was caving, trembling as he moved faster, groaning in my neck, my moans echoing in his ear.

I could feel Dylan's heartbeat – fast, hard. Thumpthumpthump, the beat of hardcore rock music, the type Cody listened to. And it matched mine. With his chest pressed flat against my bare, busty one, I could feel the organs create a rhythm as the heat started to get too much. Thumpthumpthump. Some more thrusts and my hands had moved on to pulling his hair, my head resting aimlessly on the plastered cream wall behind me.

A growl escaped his lips at the first tug. He looked at me, watching me as I sang in pleasure for him, and only him, the lust in his eyes growing darker with each sound that slipped my lips. Suddenly, his hand slipped between us and he began rubbing. Back arched, eyes screwed shut, his name flowing off my tongue with ease, he helped me reach my high.

"Come for me, baby girl."

And with those few easy words, I felt myself tighten, and did exactly as he commanded, coming undone around him. A flash of light and the sensation of an electric shock coursed through my limbs.

Hysteria.

And it didn't end there. He pressed on, his movements becoming quicker, harder. I sensed a slip of control and took the opportunity to wrap myself completely around him, lifting my lonesome leg on the floor and curling it around his back with the other, pressed my lips to his and slipped my tongue in. My thighs were released.

His forearms pressed flat against the wall behind me as he moved. I clung onto him like a koala, passionate kisses concealing his moans as he thrusted. Another second and a final thrust and he reached his peak, a heavy breath mixed with some sound left his lips as his arms swiftly wrapped around my back, holding me tight to him as if I'd run away.

We stood like this for a few minutes, panting against one another and holding onto each other for dear life. Once our breathing had slowed his grip on me eased and he lowered me to the ground, though, that was the only movement.

His head still rested in the crook of my neck, arms still wrapped around me just as my fingers stayed put in his hair. Slowly, I unraveled a hand from his hair and ran it down his broad, damp spine, initiating a little shiver.

After a final breath and a little chuckle from that tiny loss of manhood through that shiver, he gradually moved away. My hands moved to rest on his shoulders and I tried to stand on my own. God, believe me I tried. But the instant he moved, my legs caved dramatically fast and he caught me before I could pitifully fall to the ground before him.

"Need a break, Janie Bear?" He smirked and without waiting for an answer, he scooped me up and carried me over to my bed, gently laying me down atop the covers and not hesitating to join me. The sound of our slowing breaths filled the air for a while, and then he brought up the topic of the night before. "Your phone was off."

"Yeah. Mom wanted my full attention." I lied.

"And that meant you had to switch your phone off?"

"She was getting annoyed with the constant buzzing." I looked at him pointedly. "You sure you're not obsessed with me or something." I said, trying to joke and change the subject.

He rolled his eyes. "Oh, of course."

I turned to him, regaining a slight bit of energy for the movement. "Seriously though. Why were you pestering me?" I asked, that tiny need to know shining through.

He leaned further back, resting his arms behind his head as his eyes closed. "Because I don't buy that whole 'mommy-daughter time' shit."

My heart did a flip. Panic. I hid it, shrugging nonchalantly. "Well, that's the only story I'm selling. So, deal with it."

He chuckled. "Yeah, alright."

Relief.

I hadn't expected him to accept it so easily. Dylan could usually see through my lies. Hell, anyone could see through my lies. And here he was, accepting it. Either he believed me, or he knew it was a lie... and he didn't give a shit.

He moved forward, grabbed my arms and pulled me up onto his chest. I lay there, thinking. Lying. Cheating. Slut. And a funny thought crossed my mind.

I truly was becoming my mother.

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