Draw (Gentry Boys #1)(11)

“I could hit that,” Chase had said with confidence.

“Bullshit,” Creed sneered.

I tossed a bottle into the fire where it cracked and sent up a furious lick of flame. “I second the cry of bullshit.”

Chase reached over and shoved me hard. “I know a hungry chick when I see one. Now Say McCann might think she’s worlds above us, but I’ll telling you, any one of us could get in there.”

Creed was suddenly thoughtful. “Maybe.”

I smiled. “Should we make it interesting?”

Chase held up another bottle. “Two cases of these?”

“Come on,” I balked. “That’s a challenge worth at least five.”

“Done,” nodded Chase.

Saylor was suspicious when I hailed her in front of the library the next afternoon.

“What do you want?” she scowled, averting her pretty green eyes and nervously toying with the end of her long braid.

I gave her my most dashing Gentry smile and slyly ran my hand down her arm. “Just wanted to say hi, Saylor.”

After a reluctant moment she smiled back. She was thinner than the girls I usually liked. But she was cute in a repressed, geeky sort of way. Most of all, I could tell right off the bat that Chase was right. Her eyes wandered over me and she blushed. She was hungry as shit.

Saylor had never really been in my line of sight much. She wasn’t the party type and never hung around looking for a good time. Now and again I saw her with some of the upper crust *s who I didn’t have much to do with.

I stowed her books under my arm and walked with her in the direction of her house. She lived in the close knit neighborhood between the high school and the prison, mostly populated by families of correctional officers. It was tree-lined, clean and the rank opposite of the shithole I lived in two miles away. On the walk I said all kinds of things I didn’t mean. Saylor giggled a lot.

We were passing an old bench where something historic had supposedly happened. No one knew exactly what though, since the plaque next to it had long ago faded into smoothness.

“Sit down,” I told her, pleased when she did so without question. We were in the shade of a towering mesquite tree. She looked at me a little nervously.

With a flourish I withdrew a sheet of notebook paper from her books and pulled a pen out of my back pocket. I felt her eyes on me as I sketched rapidly.

“Here,” I said, passing the paper over.

“Cord,” she breathed, her eyes wide. I knew I was a decent artist, especially when it came to people. I could take an okay looking girl and make her seem like a f*cking supermodel. It came in handy sometimes, particularly when you were trying to get behind a locked door. I watched her face as she stared at the sketch I’d made of her.

“It’s beautiful,” she frowned. “But it doesn’t look like me.”

I tried not to roll my eyes. I smiled instead. “It looks just like you, Saylor. You’re beautiful.” And then I leaned in.

I knew right away this was going to be easier than even Chase thought it would be. She was eager to be kissed and it was obvious she hadn’t been kissed much.

“Saylor,” I whispered, running my hands up and down her arms as she trembled. “I want to be alone with you.”

She chewed on her lip and looked away. I thought she was going to push me and tell me to f*ck off. That would have been the smart thing for her to do and she was a smart girl. But she wasn’t being smart just then.

“Okay,” she said softly.

On our short walk she had mentioned something about her parents going through an ugly divorce. I wasn’t really listening to that though. As we reached her brick ranch-style house she got nervous and said that her dad was home. He was on third shift at the prison and slept during the day.

I pulled her to me and played my tongue across her lips, noting with satisfaction the impatient way she pressed her body against mine.

“You got a bedroom?” I asked, massaging her waist until she just about purred. Her pale cheeks were flushed and she was looking cuter by the minute. I couldn’t wait to climb underneath her clothes and get to business.

She hesitated. “Yeah, but…I mean my dad’s asleep and all but he wakes up easy.”

“Oh,” I frowned. I didn’t want to get on the wrong side of some crazed father defending the virtue of his princess. I’d already been there, done that. Then I noticed the detached garage. “That thing empty?”

She understood and nodded. I grabbed her hand and pulled her through the service door into the dark interior. We kissed again and I felt her all over, getting myself really worked the hell up. She was getting hot too, I could tell, kissing me like she was starving and I was the only meal in sight. I smiled at the thought of how pissed Chase was going to be.

“What’s wrong?” Saylor asked, noticing my smile and getting confused.

“Nothin’,” I told her, reaching under her shirt. “Just happy to be here with you.”

She relaxed and didn’t stop me. She didn’t stop me at all. I found an ancient orange blanket and spread it on the grease-stained floor, easing her down that way. I had to show her what to do but she caught on quick. By then I wanted her pretty f*cking bad. I pulled her soft panties away and slid my pants off as I took a condom from my back pocket, the last of a pack I’d stolen from Ace Market about a month earlier. I saw the way her green eyes widened when I settled between her legs. It gave me a moment of doubt.