Jeremy completely hard?
Eight inches.
I didn’t think a girl could complain about that.
The way he’d just made me feel? My very first orgasm from another’s hand?
A girl couldn’t complain about that, either.
Eight motherfucking inches.
I mean, it wasn’t porn star length (don’t ask me how I know that), but I was pretty damn proud of the size of my dick. And by the way Sierra’s eyes lit up when she read the number, I could tell she was impressed.
For weeks it’d been killing me to keep my hands off Sierra. Sometimes when we were kissing, I had to stop because I was getting too aroused. But I didn’t want to push her too hard, too fast, so I held myself back.
When she shoved my hand down her pants, I nearly came on the spot. And then when she touched me? Her bare hand on my dick? It took about ten seconds before I was coming all over her hand.
Clearly, Mandy Simpson hadn’t broken me. I’d just needed the beautiful love of my life to be the one bringing me both to life and to fruition. I didn’t mind that I’d gotten off so quickly. It made it easier to turn my full attention to pleasuring Sierra. When she was flushed, panting, and whispering my name as her inaugural orgasm racked through her body, I’d never been prouder.
It was another first, and I couldn’t wait to experience the rest.
Not that I’d ever push Sierra. In fact, we spent the rest of junior year learning each other’s bodies, but we never got close to actual sex. Not once.
I was completely okay with it. I was with the girl of my dreams, and I always would be. Sex would come when it did. Organically. When we were both ready. Until then, I’d be content with whatever I had.
With Sierra, I already had everything.
2002
“WHOSE DAMN IDEA WAS it to do an eighties-themed prom?” Jace groaned as he tossed the flyer on to the table in the lunch room. “The only thing I remember about that decade was my Uncle Ross’s mullet.”
“What’s the problem, Jace?” Jenna asked innocently. As head of the prom committee, she had come up with the idea. She and Chris had been coordinating their outfits for weeks already. “You don’t think Mallory will be able to pull off the big-hair look?”
He groaned again, and this time, I think it was for a different reason. He rubbed a hand over his face. During his year-long relationship with Mallory—ugh, yes, that Mallory—they’d run pretty hot and cold. I wasn’t sure what he saw in the girl, especially when he had Lexi.
Even though Sierra hadn’t let me play matchmaker with those two, they’d been virtually inseparable since they’d met two years ago. They were pretty much the less cool version of Sierra and me. And just like how blind Sierra and I had been, Jace and Lexi were equally as impaired. Anyone at school could see that they had the hots for each other, but instead of going for it, they both got into relationships with people they clearly weren’t that into. And those little nudges and pushes Sierra had promised? We’d never gotten the chance, but I was determined that, by graduation night, those two would finally lay it all on the line.
Speaking of. Lexi sat at the end of the table with her boyfriend, Aaron. The guy was on the wrestling team, and there was something about him I didn’t like. But Sierra had warned me to butt out, so I did. That didn’t mean I didn’t keep an eye on him or my ears open. If he hurt Lexi, he’d deal with me.
Chris drummed his fingers on the table and called out to me. I looked up and saw him staring at me with a shit-eating grin. He leaned forward and placed his elbows on table. This wasn’t a good sign.
“So I have an idea.”
Really not a good sign.
Jenna beamed beside him, and I could only imagine what Chris had come up with this time.
“Do I even want to know?” I asked as I searched for Sierra.
“Trust me.”
Those were famous last words if I’d ever heard them. “Okay. Lay it on me, Chris.”
He rose from the table and held his hands up, spreading them apart as he said, “Mullets.”
Pure confidence exuded from him, and satisfaction spread across his face. He clearly thought he was a genius.
“Mullets?” I asked before I took a sip of my soda.
“Mullets. It’s an eighties-themed prom. Like McAllister said, the thing everyone remembers from the eighties is the mullets. It’s our senior prom. Our last school dance. Shouldn’t we go out with a bang? I say we do it. The powder-blue suits. The Ruffled shirts. And the mullets. We have plenty of time to grow it.”
“You’re telling me that you want me to grow a mullet? You’re crazy, dude.”
In all honesty, though, I was intrigued by the idea. But I knew how Sierra would feel about it. She wouldn’t be down for her date having a business-in-the-front, party-in-the-back hairstyle.
“Dude, it’s not like I’m asking you to shave your head or anything. What? Are you chicken? Don’t think you can pull the look off? That’s a shame, Banks. A damn shame.”
“I can pull it off just fine, Chris. I’m just worried you can’t,” I said defensively. What the hell was he talking about? I could make a mullet look good.
“Then what’s the problem?”
I hesitated, and that’s when he went in for the kill.
He leaned closer and locked his eyes on mine. “If you do it, I’ll do it. Come on, Banks. I. Dare. You.”
And that was it.
I had to do it.
I was growing a mullet for prom. I just had to tell Sierra and live long enough to make it happen.
Gotta love little sisters. Apparently, word had traveled around school of what Chris and I were planning, and Lexi informed her sister before I could. Then Lexi was kind enough to warn me of the way Sierra’s eyes had flashed wild and her cheeks had reddened—she had been close to foaming at the mouth. I figured Lexi was exaggerating on that last part, but this was Sierra. I had to be prepared for anything, even though I was pretty sure she’d find it funny. At least, that’s what I thought.
“Jeremy. Jordan. Banks!” Sierra’s shriek echoed through the gazebo.
We still met there every night to walk on the beach and talk about our days even though we spent most of them together. It was our special place, and with the both of us going off to college in a few months, we wouldn’t be back there often. So we spent as much time there as we could together. Tonight, however, clearly wasn’t going to be as peaceful as usual.
I rose from the step I’d been sitting on and turned to greet her, bracing myself for her reaction.
“You have got to be freaking kidding me! Are you out of your mind?”
That’s what she led with as soon as she saw me. I winced at her incredulous tone.
She was usually laid-back, so this amount of wrath had been unexpected. When I stepped closer to her, her hands were placed firmly on her hips. She was glaring at me. Shooting daggers, even. But, fortunately, she wasn’t foaming at the mouth.
“Nice to see you, too, babe,” I said, giving her the grin that usually calmed her down. This time, however, it didn’t.”
“A mullet, Jeremy? Really?”
“I mean…it was Chris’s idea.”
“Do you do everything Chris tells you to do?” She waved a hand. “Don’t answer that. I already know you do.”
“Hey, he dared me to kiss you, and look how perfectly that turned out.”