Without Mercy - Lisa Jackson [48]
For now, she had to concentrate.
She’d been certain she’d be a virgin until sometime in college, if she went on to school, but all that had changed a few months ago, right after Lauren Conway disappeared. Nona had been getting noticed, and she liked it. The feelings had scared her at first, as she remembered the first time he’d kissed the crook of her neck, letting his teeth nibble and even bite her. That had scared her a little at first. But soon, quicksilver heat melted away any fears, and she’d found she’d liked it; the rougher he was, the more exciting.
That didn’t make her a slut, did it? Or some kind of sex freak?
Of course, it didn’t mean that she had low self-esteem or any of that psychological garbage that Dr. Williams and Reverend Lynch were always spouting. It just meant she liked life exciting. On the edge. When he stood behind her, rubbing his cock up and down her spine and buttocks while his hands massaged her breasts and he held the back of her neck in his teeth…
Oh, God, she was going to do it! Everything!
Until now, she’d not allowed him to penetrate her with his dick, probably because of some holdover from her “good girl” days when she’d wanted to only please her father. She didn’t want to become a “slut” or a “dirty whore” like her mother. At least, that was what her father had said. All Nona knew was that her mother had taken off when she was young, leaving her father to raise her alone, and her father had nothing but horrible things to say about her mother.
But then, Peggy Vickers had never called or written or sent a birthday card or Christmas wishes to her only daughter. Nona knew she’d been foolish enough to think that each year would be different, that she would hear from her mom.
Which made her think that her father was probably right.
But she didn’t believe that there was “bad blood” running through her veins or that she’d better be careful or she’d end up a “filthy tramp just like your mother.”
Tonight she intended to ignore all her father’s warnings. He’d sent her here, hadn’t he? When Catholic school hadn’t stopped her from sneaking out and smoking and drinking and experimenting with meth and Ecstasy and a few pills. The shoplifting had been the straw that broke her father’s back, and he’d found the means, probably borrowed from Grandma, to send his wayward daughter here.
It was Blue Rock or foster care or juvenile detention, he’d sworn, and she’d agreed to this quasi-reform school in the sticks. Wouldn’t Daddy Dear be surprised to know how his plan had backfired? Despite all his attempts to keep his daughter a lily-white virgin, he’d sent her to Blue Rock, where she fit in with delinquents just like her.
And she’d found the perfect boyfriend.
Tonight, she thought, considering her all-too-burdensome virginity, she might just give in. What was she clinging to? That old Catholic rhetoric about being chaste?
What a crock!
In the dark, she reached under her bed, grabbing her jeans and a long-sleeved sweater. She didn’t want to bother with her bra, as it was about as far from sexy as you could get, but she snapped it on because she didn’t want her breasts to be flopping around as she ran to the stable, where she was supposed to meet him. She could ditch the bra before they actually started making out….
She smiled in the dark as she located her down jacket with the Blue Rock Academy logo emblazoned upon it, then silently slipped her arms through the sleeves. Wouldn’t “tough” Shaylee be surprised if she knew. Nona had read the disbelief in Shaylee’s eyes when Nona had intimated that she had a boyfriend. Shaylee thought she’d been lying.
As if she thought it would be impossible for any boy, make that any man, to show interest in Nona.
Just showed what