Page 25 of Final Score

He pauses, the engorged head of his cock brushing against my entrance. Kissing me once more, he rests his forehead against mine. “I’m not holding back tonight. Kat. I let you go once, and I’m never doing that again. Fake dating or not, you’re mine.” Thrusting his hips with his last two words, we both gasp, stuttering, as he slides fully inside me.

Can some moments last forever? If so, I’d like to live in this one please. I relish in the fullness of finally having him inside me, as Jenner moves, instantly rocking his hips in a steady rhythm. He’s much bigger than Noah. Once my body has adjusted, I meet him thrust for thrust. Jenner shifts lifting my legs higher across his chest, his cock pressing even deeper inside me. My legs shake low moan escapes my lips.

Hit that spot again and I’ll be done for.

Jenner to pick up speed as he kisses me. “I love hearing you make that sound.” I squeeze around him, my body pulsing as my fingers grip his back, nails clawing at his skin. “Please don’t stop.” I cry, as he applies a sinful pressure to my clit.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” He answers, pounding harder with forceful strokes. Each one pressing me further into the mattress.

It doesn’t take much longer before the pressure explodes, and I cum, screaming his name. Jenner’s thrust become erratic. He buries his in my shoulder, moaning as he follows. His hard cock twitching against the spasms of my pussy. The full weight of his body crashing onto mine.

We’re both sweaty and panting, fighting to catch our breath, when he moves, rolling onto the bed beside me. My body feels heavy, molded into the mattress, and I’d be happy to never move again. So that’s what good sex is. I giggle to myself at the thought.

“Laughing is not what I guy wants to hear from his partner after sex. You alright over there Kit Kat?” Jenner asks, an arm folded underneath a pillow, as he eyes me warily.

“I’m great.” I answer, exploding into another giggle fit.

“Are you sure? You didn’t seem to have any complaints just now, but I’m starting to wonder.”

“No, I’m good. That was amazing. I just forgot what good sex was.”

“Ah, so the ex wasn’t good in that department either? Yet another win for me.” Jenner smirks, brushing a strand of hair from my eyes.

“Don’t go getting a big head about it.” I answer.

“I think we both know, my head isn’t the only thing that’s big.” Jenner mocks, rocking his hips against my side, sending me into another giggle fit. I pull a pillow from the bed, smacking him with it, as his phone rings on the nightstand.

Jenner answers, and I can hear Oliver’s muffled British accent on the other end of the line. Jenner rolls his eyes before answering Oliver’s question. “Yes, we are on our way now. Calm down.” Hanging up the phone, he moves off the bed. I admire his tattoos and the fresh scratch marks I left across his back.

“Where are we going?” I ask.

“It’s a surprise.” He answers simply, pulling his t-shirt over his head.

Of course, it is.

The boy’s house is dark when we pull into the driveway at 9:00 pm. I’d called Jenner out on the surprise party on the way over, and he’d caved. Telling me that He, Fallon, and Oliver, had been planning this party since we’d been snowed in before Christmas. Despite his protests, he’d been outnumbered, so the surprise party planning had begun.

Placing the blindfold over my eyes, I let Jenner lead me into the house. I didn’t want a party, but I wasn’t about to deny my friends the chance to celebrate New Year’s Eve. Plus, I wanted the red velvet cake I knew was waiting on the other side of the door.

All the lights turned on inside the house, as Jenner removed the blindfold from my eyes. I had expected a gigantic party, but what I saw was the exact opposite. The boys’ living room was decorated with balloons, streamers, and New Year’s Eve banner. The cake, a large order of Chinese food and presents sat on the kitchen counter.

Fallon and Oliver jumped from their hiding spots behind the sofa, yelling surprise. Each wearing a colorful paper hat on their head. It was simple, and exactly what I needed.

“Thank you.” I answered, hugging each of them. “It’s perfect.”

“You didn’t think we’d really go that far against what you wanted, did you?” Fallon asked.

I shook my head as Oliver answered. “Yeah, we’re keeping it simple this year. Happy Birthday love & Happy fucking New Year!” He yelled, his voice echoing off the empty walls.

All three of my favorite people were in one room, and we were ringing in the new year together. It was the closest I had come to an actual birthday party since my 17th, and it was perfect. I touched the bracelet on my wrist absentmindedly, thinking about my dad. He would have loved this, and all of them. I knew in that moment I was where I was supposed to be. I was home.

10…9… 8… 7…

The four of us sat around the room watching the NYE program on tv, waiting to ring in the new year. Since Jenner had taken me on our ‘anti birthday celebration date’ I hadn’t made my usual resolutions. As I looked around the room, I realized the only thing I wanted was more nights like this one. The four of us had spent the entire evening, playing games, watching movies, and drinking too much alcohol.

6…5….4…3…

Jenner pulled me close as the last few seconds of the new year expired. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Oliver and Fallon sitting as far away from each other as possible. Awkwardness filling the air between them.