Heathen: A Dark Enemies to Lovers Romance (Redwood Rebels Book 2) by Rachel Leigh (sight word readers .txt) 📕

head slowly turns to face me. The way her eyes light up does something funky to my chest. Her chair slides back and she walks hastily over to me. “What are you doing here?”

The chattering voices fade away and all I hear and see is her. Willa is my calm in this chaotic world. She drowns out the noise and brightens the darkest day.

I wanna kiss her, but I also know that all three aides are watching me because, technically, I’m not supposed to be here. “Wanted to surprise you.”

“Well, you did. I’ve missed you.”

“Me, too. Crazy how just a couple months together every day can make one day apart feel like an eternity.”

“Come sit with us.” She gestures toward the table where her food is sitting.

“Actually, I wanted to give you a little high school experience that no one should ever miss out on. Finish eating then meet me in the hall.”

Walking away, she leaves me standing there. But, instead of sitting back down, she says something to the guys, picks up her tray and goes to the trash and dumps it. “Hey, you need to eat.”

“I did. Now give me this experience that I can’t miss.”

Taking her hand in mine, we leave the noise and static and step into the empty hall. “This way.” I lead her down the hall past the senior lockers. Looking both ways first, I push open the janitor closet.

“No. Uh uh.” She pulls back, but I pull harder, getting her into the closet and closing the door. “Lars, we cannot have sex in here.”

“I know. We can do that at home. I just wanna make out with you.”

“And that’s an experience that I don’t dare miss out on?”

“Mmmhmm.” My lips shadow hers. “All the cool kids are doing it.”

"Just how many girls have you brought in this closet?"

I don't answer, I just kiss her. Hard, passionate, and with enough tenacity to make my dick instantly harden. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

"Well?" She pulls back, awaiting my answer.

"The truth? You're my first." It's not a lie. I'm not even sure that this a thing; it just sounded fun. I figured, we only have six more months until the baby comes, so we need to do all the youthful shit while we can. This is our last chance to be reckless and immature before we have to buckle down with responsibility.

"Liar."

"I'd never lie to you." Another truth. Willa is probably the only person in the world that I care enough about to give all my truths to.

Finally, she gives in and her body relaxes in my arms. My hands slide down to her ass and I give both cheeks a firm squeeze. We're just making out, but that includes copping a feel. She must have read my mind because she shoves her hand down my pants. "Willa, you dirty girl. We're at school," I tease.

"Don't you know that we only live once?" She pops the button on my jeans and slides my zipper down. My pants linger around my hips as she begins pumping my cock with her hand. Grazing her thumb over my head, she rubs the bead of pre-cum then resumes stroking.

I grab her face and pull it back to mine. "That feels so good, baby," I mutter into her mouth. "I'm getting you back later, promise."

"You better." She strokes my full length faster and my head falls back. My eyes close and my mouth forms an O as I feel myself fill up. Throbbing and ready to release. "God, I love you," I say in a breathy moan before I spill into her hand. She keeps jerking me off, sloshing my cum all over my dick. When my head comes back up, she stops.

"What do I do with this?" She laughs with her hand still wrapped around me. I slap around the pitch-black closet until I find a rag to give to her. I tug my pants back up and wait until she tosses the rag before opening the door.

Voices begin to carry down the hall and I don't even have to ask or hear her say it to know that she's nervous about walking out there. "Like a band-aid," I tell her. "We open the door quickly and shut it just as fast then walk down the hall normally."

"Everyone's gonna know."

"What's our motto?" I ask her, as I grip the handle, ready to escape.

"Fuck everyone." With my free hand, I pull her mouth to mine for one last kiss before I swing the door open. Laughing, she stumbles out into the hall. I slam the door shut and take her hand in mine. "I'm going to wash my hands then I have to get to class. I'll see you in drama, later?" She stops in front of the girls’ bathroom.

"You can count on it." I flash her a smile and release her hand.

I met Willa at her locker for all three classes. There was no sense in going home for just a couple hours. I played around in the library on the computer for a bit. Tried to get into my old locker to no avail. Went out in the parking lot for a smoke. It's a nasty habit that I kicked a while ago, but once in a great while, I still indulge. "I'm so nervous," Willa says as she swings her locker open and drops her books inside.

"Don't be. I told you before, that part is yours."

"I really wish that you would have accepted the role of Beast."

I let out a laugh, then another. "Not a chance in hell. I'd do just about anything for you, but I won't do that." After I say the words, I break into song, shouting out the lyrics of “Anything for Love” by Meatloaf.

"Stop it!" Willa swats playfully at me. All it does is make me sing louder. Everyone looks but since when do I give a shit about making a scene? "Lars!" She grits through her clenched teeth. A