Sweet Ride (7 page)

Even though our
relationship’s pretend, I
sometimes
enjoy hanging out with
Dag, when he’s not completely annoying the fuck out of me. Then one
day I come home from getting my hair cut and styled and my nails
redone and notice Dag’s white Escalade parked in my driveway. When
I walk into the house, I don’t see him anywhere. I hear a noise
coming from upstairs, so I head in that direction.

“Dag. You here?” I
call out.

“Yeah, babe. In your
room.”
What the fuck. How’d he get in here?

Walking into my
bedroom, I see Dag sprawled out on my modern style sleigh bed,
thankfully, fully clothed. “Umm. How’d you get in here?” I ask,
scowling. I don’t like the fact that he’s been invading my
personal space. Not fucking cool!

“One of your roomies
let me in before she left for work,” he answers. I’m going to
have to talk to them about that. Before sitting on the edge of the
bed, my eyes travel around the room, trying to see if anything’s
out of order, but everything looks in its place.

My bedroom’s
definitely more my style than the rest of the house. It’s modern,
but still cozy. I completely redecorated it when I moved in, and I
love it. It’s my favorite room in the house. Three walls are
painted chocolate brown, and one accent wall is painted an apple
green. My furniture’s all a deep walnut finish, and the room is
decorated in accents of green, cream, and a lighter shade of brown.
My bed’s covered in a fluffy, silky green and brown duvet with tons
of decorative pillows. The accent wall has all my family photos
displayed on it, so that they’re always near me. I take great
comfort in that. And knowing that Dag’s in my private sanctuary
does not make me a happy girl.

“Dag, I can’t have
you just making yourself at home in my room. Whatever
this
is
between us isn’t a real relationship, and we need to set some
boundaries as to what’s cool and what’s not. And I’m telling
you straight up that it’s not cool being in my house and room when
I’m not here. Don’t let it happen again,” I warn him.

“That’s cool, babe.
I didn’t think you’d mind. I just wanted to surprise you when you
got back. Wanted to fuck you in your bed. It’s probably the only
place that I haven’t fucked you yet.”

Shit! Reluctantly, I
crawl over his body and straddle him, pulling my tank top over my
head. Dag slides his hands across my ribcage to my back and pulls me
down to his chest, taking my mouth with his. I lean over to my
nightstand and grab a condom from the drawer and do exactly what he
wants and fuck him in my bed.

* * *

During school today,
Jarod Peters, fellow high school senior, linebacker of our school’s
football team, and the guy that I’ve been crushing on for the past
year, told me that he’d really like to meet up with me at Krissy
Smith’s party tonight. So here I am, hanging out in the kitchen
with a bunch of other classmates, sipping on a beer waiting for him
to show up. It’s been a few months, but Ella still isn’t feeling
up to going to any parties so soon after the accident. She encouraged
me to come tonight because she knows how much I like Jarod. As a
rule, I’d never do this, as we always follow the buddy system.

When I hear cheering
erupt through the house, I know the football team has arrived. Before
leaving the kitchen, I check myself over in the reflection of the
French door windows: hair and makeup in order (check); cute little
heels (check); short denim mini skirt (check); off the shoulder black
top that shows just enough of my stomach to drive a boy crazy
(check). Yep, I think I look pretty freaking fantastic.

I move from the
kitchen where the keg’s set up and head toward the shouts coming
from the living room. Sure enough, the whole team’s there fist
bumping and high-fiving everyone as they congratulate them on the
game they’d won earlier today. I bypassed the game this afternoon.
Though I’m in love with a football player, doesn’t mean I’m in
love with the sport.

Jarod looks up from
his throng of fans and makes eye contact with me. God, he’s the
sexiest thing ever with his coal black hair, deep blue eyes, and hard
athletic body. Noticing me checking him out, his eyes go dark and
intense as he pushes past people making his way toward me. “Hey,
babe, you made it,” he says, huskily, making me blush. God, my
teenage hormone-riddled body just wants to jump him and lose my
virginity already.

“
Yeah,” I say,
biting my lower lip nervously. His eyes fall on my mouth and his hand
moves up, pulling my lip from my teeth and tangling in my hair,
tilting my head up. His mouth comes down on mine, and his teeth are
replacing my teeth, biting on my bottom lip. His tongue then spears
open my mouth, and he gives me one of the deepest kisses I’ve ever
experienced. Shut the front door! Jarod Peters is French kissing me!
If I died now, I’d die a very happy girl. Breaking the kiss, he
softly asks into my ear, “Want another drink?” I’m pretty much
speechless, so I just nod in response. Jarod leaves me in the living
room and heads to the kitchen. Finally, after the longest five
minutes of my life, he returns carrying two red plastic cups and
hands one over to me.

“
Here you go,
gorgeous. Drink up.”

I start sipping
slowly on the beer because I don’t really drink that much, and I
don’t want to get too drunk tonight. When I start to lower the cup,
Jarod pushes it back up to my lips and encourages me to drink it all.
He watches intently while I finish off my beer. When he sees that I
have emptied my cup, he takes it from my hand and throws it on the
floor along with his. He then stands behind me, wraps his arms around
my waist, and sways us to the music. I can feel him getting hard,
pressing his erection against my backside.

As his hands gently
stroke up and down my sides, one makes a detour to the edge of my
shirt, gently caressing the skin on my stomach, pressing me farther
into his hardness. I should feel a little turned on by this because,
after all, it’s Jarod, but I start feeling extremely dizzy and
sleepy instead. I’m finding it hard to keep my eyes open and start
thinking something’s seriously wrong with me. I’m not entirely
sure, but I think the last thing I remember hearing before passing
out is Jarod growling into my ear, “Gonna fuck you so good, babe.”

I feel pressure on
my chest and then feel something pressing between my legs. My eyes
flutter open, and I see a naked Jarod on top of my naked body, and
he’s gripping his erection trying to guide it into me. “Jarod,
what’re you doing? Get off of me!” I scream, moving my arms to
his chest, trying to push him off me. He doesn’t budge.

“
Come on, Payton.
You know you want it. Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way
you’ve looked at me over the past year. Admit it. You want this as
fucking much as I do.”

“
No, I don’t
want it. I’m a virgin. Please stop,” I plead with him. I did want
it, but not like this. Something feels wrong about the whole
situation. I’m sure he’ll stop now that he knows I’m not
feeling this with him and let me up.

“
Not gonna happen.
We won the game tonight, and we’re horny as hell and want to
celebrate. You’re gonna help us celebrate.” It takes a minute for
my brain to register what he’s saying. Wait, hold up. Did he just
say ‘we’ and ‘us’? As I’m thinking this, I feel two sets of
hands grabbing my limbs. One pair is holding my wrists above my head
and the other’s holding my ankles, keeping my legs spread. I look
up and down and see two of his teammates, Andy Brooks and Ozzy Pike,
gripping me. They, too, are naked. I start thrashing, but my weak
limbs are useless against three large muscular athletes.

I open my mouth to
scream for help, but Jarod stuffs a sock in my mouth to muffle my
screams. “No one’s gonna hear you over the music, bitch!” he
snarls at me. Then with one sharp, stabbing thrust of his hips, he
rips away my virginity. I scream out in pain, but like he said, no
one hears my pleas for help. “Shit! Bitch is tight,” he informs
his buddies.

I lay there, choking
on sobs as Jarod’s body ruts against me until he finds his release.
I hear him grunt into my ear and feel his body shudder, then still.
He pulls out of me, trading places with Andy, who climbs on top of me
and bites one of my nipples so hard that he draws blood. He licks the
blood away, removes the sock from my mouth and kisses me, so that I
can taste my own blood on his mouth. I try to bite his tongue, but he
pulls back and replaces the sock. He too forces himself into my
already abused sex and starts the process of getting himself off. I
think I’m in shock and having an outer body experience because I’ve
stopped crying and am no longer struggling. I figure if I lay still,
it’ll be over sooner rather than later.

“
Fuck, I’m
coming!” Andy yells out as he climaxes. He stays inside me for a
couple of minutes then says to Ozzy, “Oz, dude, you’re up next.”

“
Am I ever up,”
Ozzy responds, stroking his erection before he and Andy swap
positions. I cry out in pain around the sock in my mouth as he
brutally rams into my body. “Dude, you’re right. She’s super
fucking tight—even after you two dickheads reamed her with your
huge cocks,” he says, laughter filling the room. He fucks into my
body so hard, I hear the headboard knocking against the wall. When
this happens, I hear someone in the next room banging on the wall and
shouting, “Sounds like someone’s having a good time!”

Knowing that
someone’s so close, I scream out as loud as I can with a sock in my
mouth. “Shut her the fuck up!” Jarod hisses. I see Ozzy ball his
hand into a fist, and he punches me in the stomach, knocking the wind
out of me.

“
Shut it. So help
me fucking god, you don’t want to see what happens if you don’t,”
he warns. I keep quiet as he continues his frantic pace, trying to
reach his own release. “Oh, shit!” he grunts, and his body slumps
over mine. The other two release my wrists and ankles as Ozzy slowly
pulls out of me and rises up off of the bed.

I remove the sock
from my mouth and scramble out of the bed, taking the sheet with me
to cover myself. I cower in the corner of the room, crying, when
suddenly all three guys surround me like a pack of wolves getting
ready to take down their prey. I can’t look at them; my eyes fall
to the floor. “You won’t say a fucking word about this to anyone.
You hear me?” I’m so out of it, I’m not entirely sure which one
of them said it.

“
Payton, babe,
just a warning, not a word about this, or we’ll make certain you’ll
wish you’d never been born. Do you really think people will believe
you over us? We’re star athletes at our school who come from rich,
well-respected families in the community; we own this fucking school
and town. No one will believe a beer drinking, pot smoking, whore
like you,” Jarod informs me, with a sickening grin plastered across
his face. Okay, I don’t drink very often, and I got caught smoking
pot one time and haven’t done it since. And I’ve never had sex
before they forced themselves on me. What the hell is he talking
about?

“
Fuck you!” I
spit out, trying to be brave against my attackers. My bravery doesn’t
last very long before Ozzy comes at me—fast.

His hand lashes out
to my throat, cutting off my air supply and pushing me up against the
wall. “We already did, bitch! Obviously, whatever Jarod just said
isn’t sinking in. So listen to what I’m saying, you skanky slut.
Not. One. Fucking. Word. If this gets out, we’ll make sure no one
will ever want you, once we’ve finished with you. And if that isn’t
incentive enough, we’ll go after your cute little friend, Ella, and
maybe even your sweet baby sister,” he threatens.

“
Dude, she’s
like twelve,” Andy says.

“
If she can walk
and has a pussy, she’s fair game,” Ozzy returns, sounding like
pure evil.

What? Is he fucking
crazy? No, I won’t let them hurt anyone I love.

“
Please don’t
hurt them. I won’t say anything. I swear,” I croak out, my
fingers clawing desperately at Ozzy’s hand trying to make him let
go, so I can draw air into my lungs.

My eyes fly open, and I
feel my heart pounding in my chest. Sitting up, I look around and
realize I’m not in that bedroom, at that house party, on that
horrible night. No, I’m safe and sound in my own bedroom, in my
house, in Del Mar, California. I had another nightmare. Even though I
know it wasn’t real
this time
, I can still feel their hands
on me.

Wait a minute, I
actually feel hands snaking around my ribcage, going up my body and
squeezing my breasts. All of my muscles instantly tense. “You okay?
Sounded like you were having a nightmare,” Dag says in a sleepy,
aroused voice, his lips brushing against my bare shoulder.

Oh my God! I think
I’m gonna puke!
I push him away as I feel the bile start to
rise up in my throat. I get up out of my bed and run to the bathroom,
making it to the toilet just in time. I empty the contents of my
stomach to the point that I’m dry heaving. Eventually, my stomach
settles, and the urge to vomit dies. I lean my naked body against the
bathroom vanity, trying to catch my breath. I think back to what
happened after Ozzy released his grip on my neck.

The three of them
dressed and walked out of the room without so much as looking back at
me. I sat there for about five minutes trying to process whether or
not that really happened. I slowly stood up on my shaky legs and
glanced over at the bed and saw blood and semen mixed together on the
sheets. I looked down at my legs and saw the same fluids smeared on
my thighs. My body’s immediate response was to lurch and vomit.