Page 41 of Sinful as They Come (Sinful Trilogy #1)

I laughed at the many memories I had of hurting that blond asshole.

“Yeah, well, kicking his ass is fun. He’s always been an obnoxious, spoiled prick.

We were getting into fights even before you showed up.

He liked making my life hell. He didn’t understand that I’ve been sticking up for myself since I was a kid thanks to my dad.

” I cleared my throat at the thought – at the fact that I had to endure my own father beating the shit out of me for as long as I could remember.

“That kinda stuff makes you resilient, even if people keep telling you that you aren’t good enough. ”

“I’ve never thought that about you, Sawyer,” she whispered. “Ever.”

I turned to face her, looking right into her doe eyes. “But it felt like that. It felt like one more rich asshole looking down on me ‘cause I didn’t get to eat dinner every night, ‘cause my clothes were old, ‘cause I stole fucking pens.”

“Life’s been hard for you. I’m sorry people have ever made you feel like you weren’t good enough just because of where you come from.

And I’m so sorry if I ever made you feel that too.

You’re more than some stupid, cruel name.

I hope you know that. You’re… kind and protective and strong.

You say what’s on your mind. You’re probably the most confident person I know. ”

“Well, I’ve never been good at keeping my mouth shut, I guess…”

She took a long, deep breath. Then she shut her eyes for a quick moment before staring back at me.

“And even though we’ve been arguing back and forth for nearly a decade, you’ve still been nicer to me than Carter ever was.

Especially these last few weeks. You… You have a good heart, Sawyer.

And I really like that about you. I just wish I realized sooner.

I’m sorry. I really am. I’m sorry if I ever made you doubt yourself, or feel bad.

I’m sorry if I ever judged you. I’m sorry for not seeing the person you really are. I’m sorry for all of my mistakes.”

Holly spoke so softly that I thought I was imagining the words coming out of her pouty lips.

But no. There she was in front of me apologizing for what had gone down with us the last nine years.

She wasn’t lying to me. It was pure honesty coming from the girl I had spent a good chunk of my life hating.

“I’m sorry too,” I said lowly. “That day… That day we first met… It felt like you were looking me right in the eyes and telling me I wasn’t good enough to even sit next to you.

And you started hanging out with that asshole and all the other obnoxious, little pricks around here.

You picked ever yone who hated me. And I guess that made me hate you.

It was so easy. You were so perfect. You’d stand there while me and Carter got into fight after fight, and you’d be looking after him and fixing his cuts and bruises… ”

“Carter never really stood a chance with you,” she said with a little smile. “I don’t think he ever won a single fight. And it seems like not much has changed.”

I chuckled lowly for a second, running a hand through my hair.

“Either way… I just… I hated how quickly you accepted them instead of accepting me. I hated how everyone looked at you and saw a perfect, little princess. Probably because I saw the same. And I hated how you started dating that asshole even though you knew what he was like.”

“I’m sorry, Sawyer,” she said, voice hushed.

“I’m sorry too,” I told her. It felt good to get the words out. Maybe I had been holding them in the whole time and didn’t even realize. “I’m sorry for being such an asshole to you. You didn’t deserve to see that side of me. The angry side… I guess I showed that side to you every chance I got.”

“We both did. And you sure got creative with some of your nicknames for me. I look nothing like Malibu Barbie, by the way.”

I laughed. “I guess I’ll stop using those, huh? No more calling you princess…”

“Well, that one isn’t too bad.” I could have sworn she blushed as she stared down at the ground.

I raised an eyebrow at her. Did she like it when I called her that? I blew out more smoke, enjoying the pink hue on her cheeks. “That one’s kinda hard to get outta the vocabulary, anyway. Either way, I’m sorry about… all of this.”

“Well, I accept your apology,” she said with a little smile. “And maybe… Maybe things will be different between us. Or when you come back to school, we’ll just pretend like this moment never happened.”

But I didn’t want to do that. I didn’t want to forget. “Is that what you want?”

She said nothing for a little while before shaking her head. “No. No, I don’t want to forget this… I’m tired of fighting. ”

“Me too,” I said quickly, my voice low. She was so close. God, she was right there . Right next to me, her pouty lips oh so near…

The bell suddenly rang, though. Holly jumped a little and I cleared my throat, the both of us taking small steps away from one another.

“I should get back to class,” she said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Yeah. And I should… Get off school property since I’m not meant to be here,” I deadpanned.

She giggled. Literally giggled at my stupid joke before pressing her lips firmly together – like she was embarrassed by the sound. “Bye Sawyer,” she said, giving me a little wave of her fingers before she disappeared around the corner.

“Bye, princess…” I whispered, not really able to process the conversation I just had with Holly Sutton.

***

On my drive back to the trailer, I found myself getting lost in thoughts of Holly and the little secret she was so embarrassed about: that she was a virgin.

Why I kept thinking about it I wouldn’t know.

But there was something weirdly intriguing about her being untouched.

I was glad that she had never let Carter put his hands on her like that.

It meant she had stood her ground, and I was proud of her for that.

Or maybe I should have told her. That asshole tore her down every chance he got…

At a red light I couldn’t help but wonder what it felt like…

To be the one to take her. To push into her, giving Holly her first ever cock.

Would she gasp? Whine a little? Whimper as she looked up at me with wide eyes?

I kept telling myself that I was thinking about her like that because she was stupidly hot.

Doe eyes, plump lips, round ass. A perfect hourglass figure.

What would it feel like to have her body flush against mine, her bare tits pressing into my chest as I slid my cock into her for the first time.

Her sweet smell would be in the air. I could fill her up to the hilt, so that I was balls fucking deep while she cried out for me.

And I wouldn’t forget her cl it. I’d make sure to rub at her with slow, soft circles while I pumped my cock in and out of her.

I would go slowly. Ease her into it. Be gentle with her perfect body and show her just how fucking good it could be.

A sudden honk behind me snapped me out of my thoughts.

I had a green light. Lazily sticking a hand out my window, I moved forwards.

But I was gripping the steering wheel tight.

My cock twitched in my jeans and I coughed, shifting slightly in my seat.

I was only thinking of Holly because she was hot.

That was it. She was a hot, cheerleader virgin.

Excuse me for being a little curious about what it would be like to be her first.

It was an oddly pleasant thought. I couldn’t deny that.

But it had to stay that way. It was nothing but a thought, a silly fantasy.

She didn’t think of me like that, but the seed had been planted in my head and it was growing fast. Just like the last one: when I saw Holly bent over that afternoon, ass on show, panties on display, her plump ass cheeks looking good enough to just grab and fucking knead .

And that night I had that dream about her... The dream where she was in my bed, her tits on show, her bare pussy all wet for me. I was fucking her deep and hard, and she was taking me so good. Her little whines and whimpers were still in my brain, repeating over and over.

So, there was another seed in my head. Yet another reason for me to think about Holly.

It wasn’t getting any easier.