Chapter 24

Lilly's POV

   The time for summer to be over over was finally upon us, and the kids in Summerhaven, were not pleased about it at all. So of course, in back to school fashion, there would be a huge end of summer party.

     Sutter didn't want to go, but Jo and I did, so he had no choice. Well, I guess he did, but us going and him staying at home apparently wasn't an option, so he was going with us.

     Jo and I had been getting ready for the last hour. Let me correct that, I got ready in twenty minutes, and I've been spending the last forty helping Jo look like a complete knockout.

     I'm a little concerned her parents wouldn't let us out the door.

     My blonde hair is just scrunched and left in it's curly form, I'm wearing a tight, blue, and white plaid crop top, with a high waisted white skirt. Normal make up on my face. I feel dressy, and I'll be wearing what every girl there is wearing, or more than half anyway.

    But Jo? Jo was wearing a skin tight, black dress that had all sorts of cutouts in the back of a dress, and a gold zipper. The dress stopped about mid thigh, and she had on some black bootie heels. Her long brown hair was straightened, and she had highlighted her green eyes with some nice make up.

    Honestly, the girl could stop traffic.

     "Seriously, give me your tits." I tell her jokingly.

    "Only if I can have your ass."

    "For those tits, you can have it." And then I playfully swat her on the butt with my hand. "You look perfect, Jo. There's nothing else to do to yourself, we've done it all. Stop stressing."

    Jo knew a couple of the girls she used to not get along with were going to be at the party tonight, and she of course wanted to make a grand entrance. I can't say I blame her, and I can't wait to see the girls reaction when Jo walks in looking like a super model.

    But more than that, I want Jo to be able to look in the mirror realize her beauty is not defined by what other girls think of her.

     "Can we do a shot before we go? I'm nervous as hell." She asks me.

     "I was actually going to not drink tonight so that you and your brother can. That way we have a driver, a safe one this time."

     "Good point. Well I guess I'm doing it myself." She says, and then waltz in her room and grabs a bottle from the back of her closet.

    I watch her unscrew the lid and take a sip, scrunching up her face and then coughing a little. And that's the telling sign that I have a problem with alcohol.

    Because that burn that people feel in their chest when they take a sip? I love that fucking feeling. I could have that feeling all day, and never grow tired of it. I've always liked the taste of most alcohol, but here lately I had just been drinking liquor, and I reveled in the quick warm feeling it sent through my body, and the shiver it would send down my spine.

    I had to look away from Jo drinking, because the urge to walk over there, grip the bottle, and then drain it was almost enough to make my body move involuntarily.

    "I'm going to go see if Sut's ready to go." I tell her, and then beeline it out of her room.

     I don't knock or anything before going into his room, and when I enter I'm met with the smell of his shampoo and the smell of a warm shower. Sutter must hear his door open, because he walks out of the bathroom, towel drying his hair and with the steam trailing after him. And all he has on is another towel that wrapped around his waist.

    And suddenly I'm hit with a whole new urge to go and do something, and it's stronger than my want for the liquor.

     I've seen Sutter naked plenty of times, but not since we were fifteen. And he's seventeen now, almost eighteen. His body has definitely changed a lot. I realize I've seen him with his shirt off in the pond, but I was a little too drunk to appreciate the view that's in front of me right now.

     His body is slightly tanned, and he still has water drops rolling down his abs. His dark curls are wet, and from where he ran the towel through them, they're going everywhere, but he still manages to look perfect.

    I realize my mouth is open, and I stopped breathing, I close to and look at him in hopes that he didn't just see me practically come apart at the sight of him. But when I look at him, his eyes aren't on my face either, and he's looking at me in the exact same way I was.

    His mouth his open too, and when he pulls his bottom lip in and bites it, I nearly snap.

    "Sorry, I came..to.." Why the hell am I fumbling with my words like I've never seen this guy before?

    "It's okay, I'm just as affected by you, no worries." Sutter says, obviously noticing the pink in my cheeks from my embarrassment and being slightly turned on now. "Are you wearing that?"

    I look down at my outfit. "Yes?" I say it like a question because he sounded upset by it. "Why?"

    "I just know I'm going to have to fight off every male at this party when they see you walk through the door."

    "Unlikely," I tell him. "You should see what your sister is wearing, they'll swarm to her. Trust me."

    He rolls his eyes, and walks over to his bed where his clothes are laid out. "That literally helps nothing at all either."

    He drops his towel and I get a clear shot of his ass and dick. "Sutter!" I yell and turn around and cover my eyes.

    He of course starts laughing, knowing exactly what he's doing. "What? It's not anything you haven't seen before."

    "Okay, but its still been a while and I wasn't expecting it. Warn someone, would you?"

    "You need a warning before you see my penis?" He mockingly asks, laughter still in his voice.

    I drop my hand from my eyes when I hear the obvious sound of him pulling on his clothes. "You can turn around now Princess, I'm decent."

    I turn around to give him a death stare, but then I see that he's only in boxers and has on a white T-shirt, and literally still looks just as delicious as he did before. "It's honestly just not fair."

    "What's not?" He asks, clearly confused.

    I point my hand in the direction of his body. "That you get to look like that, and I look like..well me." Not that I'm ugly, I'm the type of person who believes that no one is ugly. But next to him? He could make anyone look ordinary.

    "You're not serious, right?" He asks, looking at me like I have two heads.

    "Dead serious." I say in a appreciative tone, still not done staring at him. I mean really? Does he have to look that good? That's why he's always been one of my weaknesses. The boy has looks and charms that can knock anyone on their ass.

    "Lil, you're the most beautiful girl in this whole fucking world, and I've thought that since we were five years old. The fact that you have yet to realize just how sexy you are too, is what makes you even sexier to guys. You know you're smart, and you know you're kind, but the fact that you haven't realized just how easily you could swing those hips and make a man speechless? It's deadly on you."

    His words and the way he's looking at me is making some old emotions stir up inside of me, some playfulness. "Do I leave you speechless?" I ask him, and start walking towards him slowly.

    His eyes widen with my words, and then fill with excitement when he realizes I'm coming over to him. "All the time." He finally answers.

    "Really?" I ask in a taunting voice. "Cause you haven't stopped talking since the day I met you."

    "You dont always leave me speechless with talking, but you do in my head. Sometimes when I see you, all my head is filled with is every thought and memory of you. There's nothing else there."

    I place my hands on his shoulders, and push him down to sit on his bed, and then I walk in between his legs. He wraps his hands around the back of my legs. "What kind of things do you think about?"            "Everything. The way you smell, the way you taste, how soft your skin is, but mostly.." He trails off and grabs my face in his hands, and pulls me on his lap, then leans down so his lips are next to my ear. "I think about the way it feels like to be inside you, and how I've never felt closer to another person like I did when you and I were like that."

    That does it for me, and I say to hell with it. I jerk my face back, and then smash our lips together before wasting another minute or second on talking.

    And God, it feels like coming home. We both let out a groan, and start grabbing each other immediately, never being close enough. I move my knees on either side of his hips, and use that as leverage to lift me up, and get a better angle at kissing him. That doesnt last long though before he picks me up and rolls us over, so he's laying on me on his bed.

    Every inch of his body is lined up against mine, and I know I haven't felt this warm or safe in over two years. Because this overabundance of love, pleasure, and emotion that he pulls out of me, is something only he will ever be able to do.

    No one has ever come close to him, and I was a fool to try and use other guys to distract my mind and body from the feeling of him. Nothing in this world could ever wash away the claim he has on me.

    He uses his hands to push my skirt up and make it bunch up on my hips, and his hands start roaming in places that make me throw my head back, and gripping onto his shirt. We start kissing again, and I start to move my hand into the waistband on his underwear.

    And right before I wrap my hand around him, he pulls his mouth away and grabs my wrist.

    "Wait, Lil." He says out of breath, and leans his forehead on my shoulder.

    "Did I do something wrong?" I ask, and feel dejected that he didn't want to take things to where I was hoping they were leading.

    "Fuck no, you do everything right, you always have. But if we keep going, were not going to stop." He tells me, like I didn't already know that.

    "Yeah, I know, why do you want to stop?"             "I told you," He says, and lifts his head up to look at me. "Our first time again, is going to be done the right way. Not minutes before we're leaving for a party with my sister, and can't spend the night wrapped up together and talking."

    "Why do you always have to make so much sense?" I ask lightly, because him wanting everything to be right and not wanting to high tail it out of here as soon as we're done, is something any woman or girl should appreciate.

    "One of us has to be in control of our bodies around here." He smiles to let me know he's joking, and I slap his chest back.

    "Shut up." I giggle. He grabs my hand, and then leans down to kiss me again.

    This time its slow, and passionate, it's not rushed. He pulls back to look at me and the love in his eyes takes my breath away. Because regardless of everything thats happened between us, I know he is the one person who has loved me purely over all the rest.

    "It's even better than it was before." He tells me, and I just nod in agreement.

    "Tell me you're never leaving again." I whisper to him, wanting him to assure me before I let any of the doubt trickle in.

    "Where you go, I go. Where you stay, I stay." He says back, and kisses me again.

    Then he wraps me in his arms, and just holds me, like he's never letting go.