Bound to You

Chapter 7

The idea came to me when it really shouldn't have. A week after my party, while I was staring up at the ceiling in the living room (I hadn't been able to sleep in my bed since that night), I figured out how I was going to dump Jason's ass without having to tell the truth.

After practice that Friday (it was summer break, and the baseball team was still going at it), I knew exactly where I'd find Brad, Jason's best friend. They were predictable boys, so I waited for Brad beside his truck in the parking lot, the truck he loved more than any human being.

Here was the thing about Brad: he had a very pretty, very nice girlfriend, but he also had a hard time keeping his eyes off me. I knew it would be easy, but I never could have imagined just how easy.

"Lena?"

I leaned against his fire-engine red truck and smiled up at him as he approached me. He was taller than Jason, broader, and sweating from baseball practice. I'd always thought Brad was pretty hot, but he was pretty empty between the ears, so I never thought he was my type. But I wasn't looking for intelligent conversation, so here I was.

"Hi, Brad." I'd worn my shortest skirt, the one that I outgrew three years ago and that showed way too much skin if I bent over. Brad's eyes traveled the length of my legs. "Look, I need a ride home."

Brad scowled at me. "What are you even doing on campus today?"

I shrugged. "Came to use the track, but then I forgot my gym bag at home. What a dope, right? So, can you take me?" I bit my lip and tried to be seductive. I knew how to play a guy. For the last year, Jason had been so easy, it wasn't even a challenge.

"Yeah, sure, Lena. Get in."

I climbed into the passenger seat of his truck and watched as he stood in his own open doorway and peeled off his shirt. His chest glistened with sweat. "Hope you don't mind," he said, tossing his wet shirt in the backseat and climbing in beside me. "It's hotter than my ballsack out here."

I looked away from him, not because the sight of his bare chest wasn't entirely pleasing, but because I knew what I was about to do. And all I could think about was Jason on top of me, pressing me down into my mattress. I shook the memory off and smiled over at Brad.

"Why don't we spend more time together?" I asked, innocently.

Brad laughed nervously and looked over at me. His eyes dipped to where my skirt had ridden up my thigh. "Probably because you're my best friend's girl, and Jason would kill me if I spent more time with you than I already do."

I laughed and set my feet up on the dashboard, and now I knew my skirt had shifted back far enough to show a hint of my underwear. "Jason doesn't have to know."

We stopped at a light and Brad looked over at me. He wasn't even trying to hide the way his eyes were glued to my body. "What are you doing, Lena?" he asked, but it wasn't an accusation. He was interested. He wanted to know because he knew it might end well for him.

"Brad, I've always had a bit of a thing for you. And lately, I haven't been able to get you out of my mind." I ran my fingers up my thigh. "I don't know if he told you, but I gave it up to Jason last week, at my party." I tried not to gag on the words, but I tasted bile anyway.

"He might have mentioned it," Brad said with a smirk. "Said it was good, too."

Don't throw up. Don't throw up. Don't throw up.

"Sure," I said, light, casual, sexy. "But I heard you were better."

The truck was slowing down, but we were nowhere near my house. Brad knew what I was doing. He was pulling off the road, onto a dirt path that lead to absolutely nowhere. He was taking the bait that I hadn't even really offered yet.

"And where did you hear that?"

"From Christie." Christie was Brad's ex, and that part wasn't even a lie. Christie did tell me that Brad was good in bed, so I didn't even have to play him on that front. "She said you knew how to make a girl scream."

The truck came to a stop. We were covered on all sides by trees, and we'd gotten here so fast that I knew Brad had been here before. Maybe he'd even brought Christie here. "Want to find out?" he asked.

So. Fucking. Easy.

I nodded and climbed over the console, straddling his lap. He pushed his chair back so he was reclining, and I tried not flinch when he undid his jeans and pressed his bare flesh against me. I knew I could probably get away with just giving him a blowjob, but knowing Jason, he'd probably like that I gave Brad head. But sex? He wasn't going to like knowing that Brad touched what only he had touched.

I shoved off my underwear and closed my eyes as Brad pulled my shirt down, just far enough for my breasts to topple out and into his hand. I felt a shocking thrill when he kissed one nipple and then the other, but that was all the foreplay I got. He pulled a condom from his back pocket, thank God, and covered himself. I watched, fascinated. No wonder Christie bragged. Brad was huge compared to Jason. I took a steadying breath. This was going to hurt.

But at least I had a choice this time.

It took a few tries to get him in because I was anything but wet, but once he was all the way inside, I pressed my face to his neck and let him do what he needed to in order to finish. His fingers strayed toward me, trying to give me pleasure too, but I pushed them away, not interested. I wasn't doing this to get off.

I was doing this so Jason would find out, and I could get away from him for good.

"Oh, fuck," Brad groaned in my ear, his hand fisting into my hair, and I squeezed my shut against the pain as he bucked into me.

And then it was over.

"Shit, Lena," he said as I shifted so that he would slip out of me. "You're so damn sexy."

Sexy. Right.

I hurried back into my underwear and climbed back into my seat, waiting for him to remove the condom and put his clothes on right. But he was moving so slow. Why wouldn't he hurry up? I was sweating into his vinyl seat.

"You're not going to tell Jason about this, are you?" he asked, once he was zipped back up and we were back on the road to my house.

"No," I lied. "Of course not."