When Summer Ends (44 page)

“Oh suck it up, Will. I’ll wear whatever I want,” I replied,
smirking at him.

He sighed and started the car, his hands clenched a little
too tight on the wheel to be comfortable. I tried my hardest not to blush as I
caught him several times stealing little glances at my legs. I giggled; it
wasn’t even as if it was a slutty skirt. It was just a denim skirt that cut off
a little above the knee; it was actually pretty respectable in my opinion.

“You still going out with Sam tomorrow night?” Will asked.

I nodded in confirmation. “Yep,” I replied, popping the p. I
almost heard his eyes rolling, but he kept his gaze firmly on the road.

“Where’s he taking you this time?” he asked.

I giggled and put my hand on his leg, squeezing his knee
lightly, making his hands tighten on the wheel even more. “Stop being such a
baby about me going out with your little brother. We’re friends, and as much as
you don’t believe me when I tell you, we
don’t
spend the whole night
gossiping about you!” I stated, fighting my smile.

Will hated the fact that I got on with his brother and still
went out with him on a Friday night. It wasn’t that he was jealous of Sam or anything,
more that he thought his brother was telling me little secrets and stuff about
his childhood, dropping him in things all the time. Of course, it didn’t really
help that Sam told him that’s what went on, just to make him paranoid.

Will smirked at me cockily. “Oh, Cutie, I know you do
because you just can’t help yourself thinking and talking about me all the
time.”

I laughed and leant over the middle seat, straining against
the seatbelt so I could plant a kiss on his cheek. “Actually, yeah we do, but I
just didn’t want you to be worrying about what he was telling me. You were a
pretty funny kid, and that thing you did with your mom’s houseplant…” I trailed
off, laughing. His face snapped around to mine with a shocked look on his face,
seeming to completely forget he was driving. “Watch the road!” I instructed,
giggling uncontrollably.

That was one of a very few things Sam had told me, but we actually
didn’t talk much about Will at all. We mostly talked about school, his past
conquests, or failures, or we just watched a movie. Nothing exciting ever
happened.

Will frowned and looked back to the road. “Chloe, I don’t
think you should hang out with my brother anymore, he’s a bad influence on
you,” he stated, sounding a little grumpy about it.

“Psht, whatever,” I replied, waving my hand dismissively.

He groaned and looked at me defeated, but with a small smile
pulling at the corners of his mouth. I think he liked it when I stood up to him
and told him no, I’m not sure why he would, but he almost looked a little proud
of me or something.

We pulled up at the end of the road from the school and
parked at the back of the little corner store that was there so I could get out
and walk the rest of the way. His eyes raked down my legs again as he turned
the engine off.

“I’m really hating that skirt,” he groaned, shaking his head
a little.

I pouted. “Really? Should I take it off?” I asked, my hands
going to the button at the front, pulling it open.

“Whoa shit! No!” he almost shouted as his hands dove for
mine, pinning my hands to my stomach. “Chloe, please? You know how hard this is
for me; it’s been so long since we… and I… I just… man, this skirt, it just…”
He trailed off and kissed the side of my neck, making my whole body tingle. I
moaned at the feel of his lips on my skin and tipped my head to the side as he
bit my neck gently. “I want to give you a hickey,” he mumbled.

I grinned and nodded.
I’d love that! Like a little Will
badge that I could wear for a few days.
No one knew I was seeing anyone so
it would be nice to have some sort of reminder of him with me for a little
while. “Okay,” I giggled, wriggling my hands free and wrapping them around his
neck. I turned in my seat, facing him.

He smirked at me as he pushed my seatbelt button, releasing
me from the restraint. He had a wicked glint in his eyes that I didn’t quite
understand. “I can’t really, people would see it and ask you about it,” he
whispered, pulling me closer to him as he shifted in his seat slightly.

I felt myself start to pout; he smiled and kissed my bottom
lip, sucking it into his mouth, before nibbling on it, making me moan
breathlessly.

“I don’t care, I’ll lie,” I whispered, gripping my hand
around the back of his head, guiding his mouth to my neck again.

He laughed against my skin, his hot breath making me break
out in goosebumps. “How about I do one where no one will see it?” he offered.
His mouth travelled a little lower, his nose brushing against my collarbone. I
gasped as he crushed me against his chest before laying me down on the seats,
settling himself on top of me. When I didn’t answer, he squeezed my waist
gently as a prompt.

I nodded. “Yeah, wherever you want,” I choked out huskily.

He smiled wickedly at me. I gasped as I felt his hand
sliding up my calf, heading higher until he got to the bottom of my skirt. When
his hand didn’t stop there, I dug my fingers into his back and bit my lip. His
hand brushed over my ass, just once, the heat of it leaving a burning trail
behind on my skin. The whole time he just stared into my eyes, his breathing shallow,
his whole body tense.

Then he was gone from on top of me. I was just about to
protest and reach for him to pull him back to me, when I felt him push my skirt
right up to my hips. He gulped loudly, his eyes tightened, and his shoulders
stiffened. I just watched him, unable to breathe, unable to move while he just
stared at me.
What on earth has gotten into him?
I opened my mouth to
ask the question but he moved my leg out to the side, bent forward and pressed
his lips to the inside of my thigh.

I gasped, and half jerked up so I could see what he was
doing, when I felt him sucking hard on the skin there. I burst into a fit of
giggles, his hand tightened on my thigh as his eyes flicked up to meet mine as
he sucked a little harder. After a few seconds he was done, so he pulled away
and looked at it, nodding with satisfaction. He moved up so he was hovering
above me again, a sexy little smirk on his lips that made me blush like crazy.

“Do the other leg too,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around
his neck.

He smiled and shook his head, kissing me softly. “I’ll do
the other leg tomorrow. On one condition,” he bargained.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer to
me. This was definitely the hottest thing that had happened to me in a long
time yet I still wanted more. “What’s your condition?” I inquired, squeezing my
legs around him tighter.

He kissed me again for a minute before he answered. His
hands still firmly gripping the top of my thighs, one finger stroking the line
of the panties I was wearing. “Stop wearing these damn skirts to school,” he
whispered in my ear, biting my earlobe gently. I burst out laughing, and he
pulled back to look at me.

“I kind of like wearing them. If I wasn’t wearing it today,
then clearly this wouldn’t have happened.” I shifted my legs slightly, rubbing
my calf over his ass.

He shook his head at me, a grin on his face that showed me
that he both hated and loved the skirt at the same time.
If I wasn’t his
student and I wasn’t a minor, I’m betting he would ask me to live in this
skirt!

“Get out of my car, Miss Henderson,” he growled, running his
nose up my cheek.

I sighed dramatically. “Okay fine. I’ll see you later, Mr
Morris.”

He sighed too and pushed himself back up to sitting, moving
so I could unwrap my legs from his waist. He grabbed my bag from the back seat
and held it out to me. I took it and smiled gratefully, pulling my skirt down
as I climbed out of his car.

I smiled and shut the door, slinging my bag over my
shoulder. I was just about to start walking when the passenger window opened.
“I love you, Chloe. There’s just over seven months left now,” he called.

I smiled and bit my lip as I nodded. “I know. I love you
too.”

He grinned and started the car. “You’d better get going. If
you’re late you’ll get detention.” He winked at me and reversed out of the
space, leaving me there laughing and rolling my eyes.

I headed to the school, immediately spotting Amy making out
with Ryan against her locker. I smiled as I quietly opened mine and pulled out
the books that I needed for the morning, trying not to disturb them. They had
been getting on so great for the last five weeks. They were getting pretty
serious too; he would meet her and walk her to classes, and carry her books. It
was sweet. She was really happy about it, which made me happier to see her with
her dream man too. The only one that was still single was Nick.

I glanced up the hall to see him standing with a group of
guys and girls. He fitted in with everyone so easily, he was such a lovely guy,
and I knew a lot of girls liked him. He just never seemed to be that bothered
by any of them. I just needed to find him a nice girl that would look after him
and appreciate him because Nick honestly was amazing.

I headed over to him and dug my finger into his ribs, making
him jump. He laughed and slung his arm around my shoulder, pulling me more into
the group and they resumed their conversation on the biology assignment, making
me wish I’d stuck to being a gooseberry with Amy and Ryan instead. Finally,
after what seemed like hours of listening to them talk about dissecting a
sheep’s brain, the bell rang, saving me from bringing up my breakfast.

Amy and Ryan walked up to me, hand in hand and I suddenly
felt a little jealous of her. Sure I had Will and everything, but we could
never just walk along holding hands like that, it was a little sad really. We
wouldn’t be able to have that for a long time, even after I left school things
would still be a little strained because of it for a while.

I shook the jealously away by thinking about the hot little
moment that happened between us in the car. I was seeing him tonight too. He
always dropped Miss Teller home, then came straight round to pick me up from my
house.
Hmm, maybe I can convince him to give me a hickey on the other leg
tonight, instead of having to wait until tomorrow.
 Then I remembered that
I wasn’t even seeing him tomorrow, I was seeing Sam. That was probably why he
said it; he was probably thinking I would be so eager for it that I would
cancel on his brother.
Very sneaky, Will, very sneaky.
I smiled to
myself and trailed along behind the loved up couple, fake gagging as they
kissed goodbye at the gym changing room.

When Ryan ran off to his class, Amy turned to me with a
dreamy expression on her face making me roll my eyes and grin as I looped my
arm through hers, dragging her to change into our gym clothes.

By the time lunchtime came around, I was starving hungry.
I’d skipped breakfast this morning because it had taken me a few extra minutes
to get ready because of the ‘choosing of the skirt’ process that I went through
this morning. I grabbed a tray and got in line.

As I was standing there choosing a sandwich, someone came
and stood next to me, a little too close for comfort. I frowned and moved up
slightly to get some extra space, but the person just moved along too, pressing
their side against mine. I scowled and looked around, only to find Will’s
handsome face. I gulped and tried hard to swallow the ridiculous happiness I
felt just because he was in the same room as me.

“Hello, Miss Henderson, how are you today?” he asked,
smirking at me, probably because he knew exactly what he was doing to my
insides.

I bit my lip and saw that Mr Young was in line behind him.
“I’m fine thank you, Sir. How are you?” I reluctantly dragged my eyes away from
him and tried to choose a sandwich, but I couldn’t keep still on my feet with his
side pressed against mine.

“I’m good today. I’m looking forward to tonight, I have some
plans. You have anything planned for tonight?” he asked, cocking his head to
the side, pretending to look interested as he grabbed a bottle of water.

I laughed a little uncomfortably. “That depends on how much
homework I get today. Are you planning on piling it on in today’s lesson, Mr
Morris?” I countered. I chose a sandwich at random and moved up the line,
grabbing a bag of potato chips without looking at them either.

He laughed and flicked his head to get his hair out of his
eyes, and I tried not to show any reaction even though that little movement
made my heartbeat pick up double time. “As long as you guys get finished with
everything in class, then it shouldn’t be too bad,” he answered, grabbing his
food.

I smiled. Mr Young started to talk to Will then, so I made
my escape to the cash register to pay. I was grabbing a couple of napkins from
the table at the end, when Will stopped next to me again. I groaned quietly. I actually
wish he’d just leave me alone during school hours; it was like torture not
being able to talk to him properly or just touch him in some small way.

“Cutie, why did you buy a ham salad sandwich?” he whispered,
nodding down to my tray as he got himself some napkins too.

I frowned and looked down at my tray.
I didn’t, did I?
I read the label and winced, instantly recoiling from it. I hated ham. This was
his fault for distracting me and making me all uncomfortable while I was
choosing. He laughed and put his cheese sandwich on my tray, taking my ham one
instead. He winked at me and walked off before I could even open my mouth to
ask him what he was doing.
Jeez, he’s so sweet!
I sighed dreamily and
watched as he waited for Mr Young to finish paying for his lunch, before the
two of them walked out of the lunchroom.

I felt like I was walking on a cloud as I skipped over to my
friends’ lunch table. I tried to concentrate on what they were saying, someone
was planning a party for a couple of weeks’ time, but I couldn’t think about
anything other than Will. My mind drifted to our moment in the car and I
squeezed my thighs together thinking about his mouth being on my skin. A dozen
fantasies started to play out in my head; things that I wanted to do to him or
have him do to me.
Just over seven months and then everything will be easier.
Just seven, I can do that!