7 Chapter 7: The Unthinkable

It was only then that I realized Travis had a sort of spell on me. Did he know it? Had he always known it? I did everything he said to me as I was told. “Lie back. Spread your legs. Relax. Enjoy this, Remi. I sure as shit will.”

He rubbed my quivering thigh as his face lowered in between my legs, but I didn’t feel anything. “Damn, you smell as hot as I thought you would, and it’s as beautiful as I’ve always known it would be.” It was like a bolt of lightning when I felt his tongue against my clit. “So fucking sweet,” he murmured, soothing my trembling legs with his big hand. “Just relax,” he said as my back arched involuntarily, and my body began to tremble uncontrollably. He continued to flick and stroke my very private never-before-touched-by-anyone-but-me spot. Even I’d never known how to touch it so it felt this good.

I started to moan and breathe heavily; my body squirmed as I felt the climax building. Travis’s hand came over my mouth. “Bite on it if you have to. This gets better.”

Again, I did as I was told and tried but failed to keep my moaning to a minimum even as I bit down on his hand. My legs bucked, locking and quivering against his head as the most amazing orgasm shot through my body, and he continued to suck. God in heaven, that was the best feeling in the world. The best thing I’d ever experienced and I could hardly stand it. If he had a spell on me before, I’d be completely addicted to him now.

He licked me a few more times before having mercy on me and stopped touching that still-sensitive clit. “Damn, you taste good, Cherry.” He kissed my quivering skin one last time before moving up to kiss me on the lips. “Taste that?” he asked against my lips. “That’s the taste of your sweet pussy.”

He flinched then reached in his pocket for his phone as I lay there still trembling in the afterglow of such an unbelievable orgasm. He pulled his phone out and tapped the screen. “Fuck!” he muttered. “Magic’s in trouble.” He stood then leaned in and kissed me deeply.

“I’ll try and get back before my mom does so I can do that again.”

My heart thudded at the very thought. Again, I had no words, but I smiled, and that made him smile. “I’ll never get enough of that now, Cherry. So, if you like it, be ready for it to happen all the time.”

I’d just texted my dad that I’d probably end up spending the night since it was past midnight and Ms. De Luca wasn’t home yet. This wouldn’t have been the first time this had happened. Most of the time I woke when she came stumbling in around four in the morning. But, of course, both she and my dad insisted I stay until later in the morning when it was light out and safer to walk home.

My heart sped up when I heard a noise on the porch. I didn’t know how much more my heart could take tonight. Ever since he’d left me lying there in bed, breathless and still unable to believe I let him do to me what he did, it was all my mind could think of. The thought of just seeing him again made my insides crazy. Let alone that he might do that to me again.

To my surprise, someone knocked. Travis either took his keys or came in through the window in the laundry room as he had the day he’d almost caught Chaz there. Remembering Chaz was supposed to have come by, I frowned.

Even a couple of weeks ago when we’d almost been caught, I’d been nervous about Ms. De Luca catching him here. But even more so what Travis might do if he caught us. As flirty as Travis had continued to be despite our prom conversation, I still saw the hurt and anger behind the playful smiles. While I knew he felt as much for me as I did for him, I also knew he probably hated me, at least a little bit. He was hardly discreet about all the girls he'd done things with. The stories, rumors, and girls bragging about being with him were endless. So, I’d figured why not and let Chaz kiss me. Only after what happened today between Travis and me, it made me beyond nervous to even be in the same room with him and Chaz.

Travis was unpredictable. I couldn’t know for sure if what happened today meant more to him, but if I had to go by what my heart was feeling, what his eyes spoke to me every time he was around me now, I knew Chaz being here tonight would not end well if Travis showed up.

One peek through the door window confirmed it was Chaz. I opened the door quickly and quietly so I didn’t wake Trace or Trevor.

“I thought you’d come by earlier,” I said as soon as I opened the door.

He smiled a bit too goofily. “I stopped at Drake’s party first,” he said, walking right in. “Are we alone?”

“No,” I said in a hushed voice, already feeling panicked because I could tell he’d been drinking. “Trace and Trevor are asleep in their rooms. Keep it down. In fact, I don’t even think you should be here. I’m not sure when Ms. De—”

His mouth on mine came out of nowhere. The door closed behind me, and he pushed me against it. An instant cloak of anger and terror came over me. “What are you doing?” I said, pushing him away and turning my face away from him.

“C’mon Remi,” he said, taking my moving my face away as an invitation to suck my neck. “You wanted it last time, remember? Why waste time?”

The repugnant smell of sour liquor and cigarettes was overwhelming, even before he stuck his tongue in my mouth. “Get off me!” I said, pushing at his chest with both hands, but I was no match for his big body.

“Remi,” he said, pulling away just slightly. “You wanted me last time.”

“I did not!” I said, punching his chest. “I let you kiss me, but you weren’t drunk and—”

His mouth was on mine again, and he slipped his hand into the front of my shorts, making me scream in his mouth. “Shhh!” he said, grabbing a fistful of my hair and pushing my head against the door. “We can do this nicely and quietly, or we can do it however I have to.”

There was a sudden fire in his eyes, one I’d never seen before, and it terrified me. He tugged at my hair even harder and it stung. “I’ve seen the way Travis looks at you. You’ve been sleeping over at his house for years. You’re no fucking virgin, so stop acting like one.”

His hand moved down lower in my shorts, going under my panties and between my legs. The drunken lust in his eyes when his fingers touched me there—the very place that had been in heaven when Travis touched it earlier—was even more terrifying. His fingers tried to push into me even as I squeezed my legs together and started to cry.

“Please stop,” I pleaded, feeling beyond pathetic, but too terrified to fight him. “Don’t do this, Chaz. I’m begging you.”

“I like hearing you beg,” he said, jamming his knee between my legs and pushing them apart. “Open your fucking legs.”

“Get off me!” I screamed, hoping to wake Trace and Trevor.

He only pushed me harder against the door, clearly not caring about the noise he was causing, because the entire door rattled behind me. Tula barked from the boys’ room, but the door was closed. I just prayed she’d wake them. Chaz was pulling me away from the door and toward the sofa when the front door flew open.

Travis burst through the door just as Chaz pulled his hand out of my shorts. He took one look at my wretched face and didn’t even have to ask. What happened next was gruesome.