Free For3ver by M. Dauphin H. Q. Frost Page A

pressed in closer to me. 
      "I love my bracelet, Liam. I wish you had one, though." 
      "I do." I pulled back a little and smiled at her, pulling the original out of my pocket, watching her eyes light up before a smile filled her face. 
      "I didn't think you still had that. I thought you got rid of it a long time ago." 
      "Never. I keep it with me every day, always have." 
      "Are you serious?" 
      "It's our bracelet, Ry, of course I kept it," I said a little offended she didn't think I would. 
    She just pushed in closer and tightened her arms. Jenny had slowly been feeding her Boone's Farm all night, so by the time we had to decide if we were going to the party, she was drunk and ready to party more. She kept trying to feed me drinks, and I'd take them, but I wasn't drinking them because I wanted to keep an eye on her. She wasn't incoherent or anything, but I hadn't seen her drink that much before. 
    It was just after midnight when she ran toward me like there was trouble. I immediately stiffened, ready to kill anyone that was fucking with her. 
      "Liam!" she squealed. "Happy birthday!" Her arms flew around my neck and her mouth crashed down on mine. 
    I should have pulled away, I should have left it at the closed mouth kiss, but everything inside me came alive and I felt as happy as I did years before when I was still a jovial kid. My hands slid into her hair and I parted her lips with my tongue. When she moaned into my mouth I deepened our kiss. My eighteenth birthday was going to be my best birthday. 
    When I pulled out of the kiss because I had to get her out of there, she stumbled back a little stunned. 
      "Ry, shit," I said, getting nervous that I shouldn't have done that. 
      "Come on," she blurted, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the door. 
    When we got into her car, I put the keys in and the CD player turned on, playing the CD I burned her. I was ready to apologize, but I didn't get the chance. She jumped on me and soon we were moving to the backseat without words. 
      "I love you, Ryley," I groaned while running my mouth over her cleavage and she rubbed herself against my leg. "God, I never stopped." I cupped her tits and she moaned. 
      "Make love to me, Liam." She pushed harder into my hands. 
    I was sober, I knew she was hurting about Gage, I shouldn't have done it, but what she said next I felt I was entitled. 
      "I didn't know what to get you for your birthday. I want it to be this." Her hands heatedly worked on my zipper. 
    Happy eighteenth birthday to me. 
      "I never wanted to break up, Ry," I told her while I worked her out of her dress in the tight space of the backseat of her car. 
      "Shh, stop," she whispered, pulling me from my pants and sliding down to the floorboards. 
    Not one part of me thought to stop her, especially not when her hot mouth wrapped around me and made me thrust upward, gagging her. She didn't stop though, but I didn't thrust again. I hadn't meant to do it in the first place and I felt guilty for that. I'd had sex, I'd gotten blow jobs, I'd kissed other girls, but none of it felt like that. Being with the girl you loved was nothing like burying yourself inside a girl to not hate yourself. Like I'd been doing for a few years. 
      "Fuck me, Liam," she moaned, sliding up my legs, straddling me on the seat.
    I wasn't going to fuck her, I was going to make love to her like she originally asked me to. That I knew I could do, even though I was used to plowing into a girl, trying to get off before she stupidly confessed her love for me, like I'd heard a few times. 
      "I love you, Ry." I shook as I flipped her to her back and buried myself inside her. 
      "God, I love you, Liam." 
    I covered her mouth with mine and pushed deeper, harder, swallowing her moans, loving every minute I was submerged inside her. It'd been a moment I'd thought about so many times, and none of my fantasies came close to the real thing. I hooked her leg over my