The Lustful Summer with my Bad Boy

Chapter Two- The Devil's in the Details

I can only imagine how I appeared to this lethargic man still on the cusp of adjusting to his restful slumber interrupted by my eager knock as I explained the details to him once more. However, his glare of confusion did not alter even an inch as the only movement had come from the blinking of his eyelids and the rise and fall of his well toned chest.

“You want me to steal something and frame your stepdad for it?”

“Yep.”

“Why would I do that?”

“Ten thousand dollars.” I reminded him once again as he now took his hand over the majority of his mouth until his fingers began to play with his bottom lip while he stood pensive.

“I don’t know if this is some kind of sick game because you’re bored but I-”

“If you don’t do it, I will find someone who will. I am sure anybody else on this side of town would be quite eager to obtain ten thousand dollars.” I called his bluff, hoping he would stop me as even if my words had wrung true, it did not mean I wanted anyone else to do it. Easton Gage’s reputation was as impressive as it was terrifying; affairs with teachers, bringing switchblades during lunch periods, burning holes of his cigarettes against the principal’s skin, the list was endless.

However, I was unsure what was true and what was mere rumor as he was a senior by the time I entered high school but it had been a rarity to see him in class. His legacy was similar to that of a boogeyman tale told to children by their parents in hopes of scaring them into a straight-laced lifestyle and if the reasons for Chip's breakup remained true, it had done its job certainly on me. But now I was standing before him, depending on his illicit and immoral way of life to help me manage my own.

“Not so fast...Even if you could find someone willing to do this, doesn't mean that they could...It’s a skill to be able to penetrate the way I can.” My breath hitched at the notion of certain words spoken as I was once disgusted at them coming from Chip’s lips, but coming from Easton, they were dripping with eroticism that I wanted to partake in first hand. It was confusing for my straight-laced lifestyle to become unraveled so easily by his intoxicating gaze and sultry vulgarity laced with double meaning, but I also secretly reveled in it.

“It’s a gift and a curse all the same because I can do things with my fingers that you can’t even imagine.” I could feel the oxygen lift from the close air around me as he left me in a near pant as my mind drew wild with how they would feel upon my skin for even a brush of his fingertips across my chaste skin. I had never given an extensive thought of s****l need; not because I didn’t have any, but because nobody excited me in the way he could without so much as a touch. And I hated how easily he could. But I would be damned if I would let him learn the details of his effect on me.

“But it’s very risky because I don’t exactly blend in.” I used this moment as an excuse to take in the details of his exterior; the lines of his muscles weak beneath the fabric of his torn, faded, and poorly stitched clothing, the hair left untreated with anything but the simple rush of his thick fingers calloused by unknown work, and the overall attitude in the way he stood or the way he would look at me that would make it difficult to form a sentence.

“I HAVE spent the better part of my life keeping up with fads and fashion-” I explained as his eyes suddenly took sight of me, for a bit longer than what could be deemed appropriate before finally rising back to my gaze. Although I couldn't be certain, I was able to determine with the now parted nature of his lips that I was alluring to him in some form, but just as I had done, he hid this beneath hostility and stubbornness-which is why I could recognize it.

“If you wanted to see me take my shirt off...you could just ask.” His voice was now low, enough to be compared to one’s ‘morning voice’ as I swallowed hard at how close he now stood to me. My mind immediately conjured the images of his naked torso beneath my fingers as he brought me back into that garage. “But I have no interest in being a personal Ken doll to you.” He now pushed away from me, leaving my heart at a race against my blood, before moving back into the garage.

“Fifteen thousand-final offer.” I rivaled his attempts to escape from this interaction as he kept his back to me for only a second before continuing to step forward, turning to me while lifting the door of the garage up high enough so I could move beneath it. With his hand keeping a hold of its base, I had to also move beyond him, before he lowered it back onto the floor.

“Why are you so desperate for this?” He questioned as I paused, not wishing to explain my demons to an attractive yet dangerous figure such as him, even if I was forced to place my trust in him.

“It just needs to be done…”

“I am not for soliciting morals as I’m sure you can understand...but if there is something worse going on...drugs or something, I need to know now-”

“So you’ll do it?” I quickly shifted gears as he sat on a piece of workout equipment set on the far corner of the garage, hidden by a shower curtain hung for privacy, before leaning forward with his elbows on his upper thighs while he focused on me.

“I didn't say that. But theoretically if I did, what do you get out of it?”

“Freedom.” I answered honestly as this seemed to pique his interest enough to soften the hard lines of skepticism within his expression. “If it will make you understand how desperate I am...I need him to break the conditions of his prenup with my mother. When they got married, they shared everything...but if they got divorced, my mother loses everything...but if they got divorced on the grounds of something immoral or illegal-”

“Ah...So youre doing this because you don’t like him….”

“Yeah...you can say that.” He slowly nodded in understanding before slipping his fingers together in a leisurely interlacing before slowly cracking them.

“Okay...But we do this on my terms and if it gets too sticky, I’m out…” I agreed, understanding how he held nothing to lose but his freedom while I had been fighting for my own. “What would the plan be exactly?”

“Well…” I began nervously, explaining my rough draft as he watched attentively, hanging on each word, as I continued. “I thought I could distract him and you can get into his computer for bank stuff or the safe or something...and then take whatever and pawn it or just sell it, but make sure it comes back to him...somehow…”

“That’s not exactly a run-of-the-mill ‘job’. You’re talking about fraud and breaking and entering too…”

“It wouldn’t be ‘breaking and entering’ if you were invited…”

“How do you expect that I will get an invitation? Unless I was an employee, I wouldn’t be allowed on your side of the tracks…” These words had suddenly given me that very idea.

“What if you were?” He narrowed his gaze to me as he was unsure the reason for my prompted question.

“If I were what?”

“An employee…”

“So it’s bad enough I have to get molded into a ‘model’ for this but also actually work for you-How would that work? I can’t both work for you and appear like ‘one of the richie riches now can I?” My face furrowed.

“It’s just an idea...Maybe it could be a ruse where you just clean our pool but are the son of some oil tycoon or fashion designer or maybe your mom cured something or your dad invented something…But they made you get a summer job because you have bad habit of breaking the rules?” His eyes illuminated with intrigue as he slowly nodded his finger in my direction before beginning to pace in front of me.

“Actually, that might work...Not the cleaning part...I’m sure you have some ‘club’ you go to, right?” I nodded. “I could meet you there and get in close with the family? And before they realize it’s gone...I would be...Fifteen thousand dollars richer…”

But as he spoke these words, my eyes analyzed him once again. “If THAT were to work...you can’t wear any of this.” His brows lifted in pleasure as he c****d his jaw for a single moment before speaking.

“Picturing something else for yourself?” He inquired as my fingers outlined the fabrics of his clothes as I suddenly realized how my comment could be taken. Due to this, I retracted my touch and my steps.

“I mean-”

“I’m just f*cking with ya-”

“And you can’t talk like that…'' He challenged me with his gaze before folding his arms and leaning against a car waiting to be mended by Angelo’s hand, whom I had forgotten about until this moment. But just as quickly as he had entered my mind, my focus was returned to Easton.

“You are the son of someone socially noble, they don’t go around cussing and making innuendos.”

“Oh so…” Suddenly he pulled me against the car. “Telling someone that I could make them feel things that naive high school boys can’t even dream of would be a bad idea?” His eyes prodded my own for a reaction that I was refusing to give him as I forced his hands from my waist despite how devilishly rousing they felt in control and mercy of his touch.

“You can do whatever you like with whomever...that’s not a concern of mine...But in the eyes of my stepdad at least, you have to appear...worthy to hold a membership to the club.”

“Any other notes then?”

I hesitated for a moment as my mind developed at least half a million just on his speech patterns or s****l glances alone, but I knew that would lead me down a rabbit hole of requited lust that was neither parts welcome or needed at this point; even if I was lying to myself on this fact.

“I’ll come pick you up tonight…” I spoke, peeling away from his forced presence as he kept that devilish smirk wide across his lips.

He suddenly sucked his teeth and clicked his tongue.

“I don’t know...I have plans…”

“I am not paying you to have plans.” The humor on his face now lessened into annoyance. “I want this done as soon as possible.”

“Why? Do I make you nervous?” He attempted to intimidate me once again, only now, my focus had been on the prize at the end of this as I was reminded of the ending we would have if I were to give into my lust. Surely a passionate session or two of erotic-I had to stop myself before I would end up convincing myself there at that moment. But I explained to my aroused subconscious that if I were to cross that line, it would end undoubtedly in heartache.

“Annoyed, definitely, not nervous.” He nodded, accepting my comment for now, although I could see within his mischievous gaze that he was not one to shy away from banter or his own wants so easily; but he would hide it in a focus redirected.

“Okay. Tonight...But no polos or ascots or ties…”

“That doesn’t leave much…”

“Maybe that’s the idea.” He winked as I rolled my eyes, moving into the direction of my car as the garage lifted at my side as I struggled with my lack of great height or physical strength.

“Just remember something. If we do this, there is no going back...Whatever that means, whatever this does...it will change your life-one way or another.”

“That’s what I’m counting on.” I admitted as his face contorted into a mix of concern and understanding before he lifted the door of the garage entirely so I was able to slip away from him before having been overtaken with my inner hormones leading me to tempt him with my blooming sexuality. Luckily, the doors of my car and my focus kept me on the correct path as I managed to make it home at a reasonable hour as I was eager to begin thinking of just how it was I was going to dress “Easton”. There was the typical summer whites and navies that complimented any shade of skin and the cliche white and black classic-

“Where were you?” Chip suddenly called to me as he forced his weight into the window of the car, stilling me with the sudden arrival of his unwanted focus.

“I waited for you...Now...you’re going to make it up to me…”