Filed to story: Brace Face Betty Drama Story
I laugh, noting with vague amusement that I sound a little shaky even to my own ears. “I didn’t even realize I had.”
“Sounded very aggressive. You’re gonna have to teach me how to say some of those…”
“Anything. Fucking anything. I’ll give you whatever you want if you lie on your back and let me see that perfect, pretty little pussy.”
She tries to act cool, tries to pretend that she isn’t blushing as she rolls over onto her back and spreads her legs, but I see the bright spots on her cheeks. They make her look so damn innocent.
I fall on her like the savage monster I am, grabbing her thighs and closing them around my head as I sink my tongue into her pussy. She pants and shakes against me, writhing, rocking her hips, screaming out a few curse words of her own by the time she comes.
It nearly fucking kills me to show some restraint, but I accomplish what I set out to do. Betty surrenders up two more orgasms before she literally begs me to fuck her. I make her come once more on my dick before I finally allow myself to ride out the wave of my own climax, holding her tight in my arms, shuddering against her, and she clings to me, sighing out my name like a promise.
For a long time, I bury my face into her neck, and I just breathe her in. She smells like summer, like gardenia, and violets, and bright spring mornings. Eventually, I stroke back her damp hair from her face, pulling her close to me and catching her up in the circle of my arms. “This the part where you make your excuses and leave?” I whisper against the crown of her head.
She laughs quietly, pressing a kiss against the ink on my chest in return. “No. This is the part where I realize you’ve stolen my fucking soul, and I have no chance of ever getting it back.”
She borrowed my line, but I don’t mind. If it’s the truth, if I have managed to lay a claim on her like that, then she can borrow as many of my lines as she damn well wants. Fuck it, she can have them all. We fall asleep, wound up in each other, spent, exhausted and delirious on endorphins.
BETTY POV
“What the hell do you want me to do with that?”
The next morning, I look down at the helmet in Marcus’s hand like it’s about to jump up and bite me. I woke up tangled in his arms, and for the first time in a string of seemingly endless, torturous days, I wasn’t immediately crushed by the knowledge that I’d have to go to school alone and face Jacob and Kacey. I knew I’d have at least one ally roaming the halls of Ravenshire High, and that, along with the surprisingly crisp, unexpected sunlight flooding in through the bedroom window of Marcus’s trailer, had me feeling surprisingly upbeat about the day ahead.
Now that same sunshine means I’m supposed to ride to school on the back of Marcus’s bike, though? He laughs mercilessly. “No getting out of it,
Argento. It’s a nice day. No ice on the road.”
I wrinkle my nose, eyeing the bike. “I don’t think so.”
“What? You don’t trust me?”
“Sure, I trust you. It’s all the other people on the road I don’t trust.”
Marcus takes the helmet and places it on my head before I can stop him, pushing it down firmly. “Don’t worry. I got you. I’ll take care of you, I promise. Now get on the damn bike.”
He throws his leg over the motorcycle, the blacked-out visor on his helmet hiding the highly entertained look on his face, and starts the bike, gunning it so I can feel the throb of the engine through the soles of my feet.
If my mother knew what I was about to do…urgh, who am I kidding? She probably wouldn’t mind. Dad had a motorcycle in high school, and she rode around on the back of that thing for years. It’d be reassuring to think there was someone out there, willing me not to follow Marcus’s command, and that they’d be highly disappointed by my reckless actions, but I think even Grams would tell me to stop being such a pussy and get on.
I mimic Marcus’s easy leg swing, and though I’m sure I look a hell of a lot less graceful than he did, I manage to get on without falling flat on my face. I feel rather than hear Marcus laugh when I wrap my arms around him as tight as possible. The guy’s gonna end up with bruised ribs by the time we arrive at Ravenshire, but it’ll serve him right for insisting I do this. I bite back a shriek of surprise when he kicks back the stand and we surge forward. My fears are forgotten the moment he pulls out of the trailer park and hits the main road, though.
The wind pulls at my jacket, rushing through the open vents on the helmet, and a feeling of pure exhilaration sweeps over me. Marcus leans into a corner as we hit the winding road that leads down into the valley toward Ravenshire, and I let my body lean, too, resisting the urge to fight gravity…
…and it’s fucking amazing.
We’re flying, the bike rumbling between my legs, and I finally get it: this is what freedom feels like.
I release my death grip, throwing my hands up into the air, whooping as we reach a straight, flat stretch of road and Marcus opens up the throttle. By the time we arrive at school gates fifteen minutes later, I’m enjoying myself so much that I want to tell him to just keep on driving.
The colors and sounds of the parking lot are heightened as I jump off the back of the bike, pleased that I somehow made it look as though I’ve performed the maneuver a thousand times before. The old Betty would have panicked when she pulled off the helmet, irritated that her hair had been ruined and was sticking up all over the place, but now I don’t give a shit. I don’t even attempt to tame it as I thump Marcus in the arm, beaming from ear to ear.
“Oh, man, you are so screwed. You have to teach me how to ride one of these things.”
When he takes off his helmet, the guard that Marcus always wears around Ravenshire is firmly in place, but I can see how pleased he is from the small smile that tics at the corner of his mouth. “Can’t do that, I’m afraid,” he tells me, his face perfectly serious. “I can’t have a girlfriend who’s cooler than me. Not my style.”
“I’ve always been cooler than you, Moretti.”
Marcus reaches out, taking a piece of flyaway hair and tucking it behind my ear. His hand cups the side of my face, and I lean into his touch. I feel so damn light. Like I could lift up off the ground and just…float away. “I think you may be right,” he says under his breath.