New Year's Bang (3 page)

Troy could see the panic building in her eyes and his
reaction was instinctive.

He bundled her up and carried her away.

Lita clung to Troy as he carried her away from the
mess. The
destruction
. She shuddered harder as he shouldered
his way into the girls’ bathroom. It was empty, thank goodness.
Nobody used the facilities so far off in the corner of the basement
and she was glad for that.

Because she was right on the verge of losing it.

“Please don’t cry,” Troy said as he set her down on
the counter top next to the sink.

“I don’t cry,” she said fiercely. Her throat was so
tight, though, it was hard to get the words out. “It just…
surprised me.”

Surprised her so much that she hadn’t been able to
move. Hadn’t been able to react. She fought for air.
If he
hadn’t been there…

She wiped the back of her hand across her cheek, but
shuddered when she just transferred whatever she’d picked up from
the floor onto her face. She brushed at it frantically to try to
get it off.

“Here,” Troy said. He ripped a length of paper towel
out of the dispenser and ran it under the water. Turning, he
reached for her.

He stopped before he could touch her. “Maybe you
should do it.”

Lita was embarrassed by the way she shook when she
reached for the damp cloth. She dropped her hand into her lap.
“Could… Could you?”

“Sure,” he said, stepping up to her quickly. Still,
his hand shook nearly as badly as he carefully wiped her face.

Lita was self-conscious when he began looking her
over from head to toe. As clinical as he was trying to be, this was
still Troy Pirelli. She’d been quietly crushing on him forever. He
helped brush the dust out of her hair and she hesitantly reached up
to do the same for him. She’d always liked his shaggy blond hair,
but she was a little surprised at how soft it was.

How sexy it felt.

She flinched when he touched her shoulder and he
froze.

“Is that where you landed?” he asked. Gently, he
turned up the sleeve of her t-shirt to look.

She glanced down and was stunned to find the ball of
her shoulder already turning black and blue. She shuddered worse,
though, when he wiped a streak of grime off the back of her arm.
Out of anything, the dirty feeling bothered her the most.

“I don’t know,” she said. “It happened so fast.”

She met his gaze. They both knew that if he hadn’t
moved fast, she wouldn’t be alive.

“I’m sorry if I hurt you,” he said as he carefully
tended to her knee. “You’re so tiny.”

They both seemed to become aware of how big his hands
looked on her and Lita did what she always did when she got
uncomfortable. She made a joke. “I’d be a lot tinier if I’d been
squished between those lockers.”

They looked at each other quickly, neither wanting to
laugh.

“That was bad,” she said quietly. It was horrible.
Tasteless. Yet she didn’t know how else to let out the emotion that
was building to dangerous levels inside her.

“It’s okay,” Troy said.

She licked her lips nervously. She just had to know
one thing. “How did you know what was happening?”

“I saw the first one topple.”

Her mouth dropped open. She hadn’t had a clue, but
he’d seen the disaster in the making – and he’d thrown himself into
its way. Cold darts of horror shot down her spine. He would have
been perfectly safe if he’d just stayed where he was, but he’d
risked his life.

For her.

That dangerous emotion spilled over and she reached
out and cupped his face.

“Thank you,” she whispered. An indescribable look
came over his face and she clutched his shirt impulsively. The
fear. The exhilaration. The need to connect. They all became too
much. Pulling him closer, she leaned forward and kissed him.

At the touch of Lita’s lips, Troy groaned. She was so
soft. So sweet.

And he’d almost lost her.

Dropping the wet paper cloth onto the floor, he
caught her. He pulled her close until he had both arms wrapped
around her. Her soft breasts crushed against his chest and he could
feel her heart pounding hard against his.

He wanted to let her know that she really was all
right. That he was there for her. As comforting as the kiss started
out to be, though, they were both teenagers… teenagers who’d been
dancing around each other for a long time.

Adrenaline didn’t help the matter.

With each breath they took, the kiss got hotter. And
sexier. Lita shuddered when he pressed his tongue into her mouth,
but then she boldly met it with her own. That little action alone
nearly made Troy come in his pants.

Yet she jerked away the moment she touched him.

“Sorry,” he said instinctively. Embarrassment slashed
through him. God, what had he been thinking? Who did he think he
was? He’d forgotten his place.

He started to back away from her, but she surprised
the hell out of him by yanking at his t-shirt. “I can’t stand the
filth anymore. Take it off!”

For a moment, he stood there stupefied.

Then he woke up fast. She wanted him naked? He could
do that. He caught the material in both fists.

Still, he wasn’t ready for what he saw when he
whipped it over his head. Lita was pulling at her own T-shirt as if
it was covered with bugs. He watched, immobilized, as she tugged it
off and let it go sailing.

Suddenly, he was the one who couldn’t breathe.

Lita Lopez was sitting half-naked in front of him.
And God, was she pretty. She was petite, but she had curves. Her
perky breasts were practically spilling out of that lacy bra she
was wearing.

“Damn lazy janitors,” he said.

She let out a short laugh, but then she looked at him
and went still. For the first time in his life, Troy was glad for
the work he did at his dad’s junk yard. It had made him strong.

And tough.

Even so, his knees went wobbly when she laid her
hands on his chest.

“Lita,” he said reverently. He’d dreamed about how it
would feel if she touched him. His fantasies weren’t nearly as good
as the real thing. Reaching for her, he pulled her right across the
counter until their upper bodies were pressed tight.

Skin to skin. Except for the bra. It had to go.

He had it unhooked before she took another
breath.

“Oh!” she gasped when he began to pull it off of her.
She caught at the shoulder straps when they began to slide down her
arms. “You’re fast.”

Not nearly as fast as he wanted to be. Troy looked
into her eyes, not caring if his need showed on his face.

God, he had to see her.

Touch her.

Lita could hear her heart pounding in her ears. Troy
was looking at her as if he could eat her right up. She’d felt his
interest before, but not like this. His body was tense and his
amber eyes were glowing.

Heat began to burn low in her belly. He was looking
at her like a man looked at a woman.

Shyly, she dropped her hands. The air in the room
thickened as the white lace slowly draped down her arms. He helped
it along by hooking his finger around the tiny bow between the cups
and pulling it off her entirely.

He looked at her then and she squirmed on the
countertop.

Her breasts were full, but her nipples were tiny.
She’d always been self-conscious about that, but he didn’t look
disappointed. At all. He reached out to rub his thumb across one of
the dark nubs and the sensation shot right to her core.

He let out a groan. “God, you’re gorgeous.”

He caught one breast in his hand. Lita felt her other
nipple tightening right before he bent down and caught it in his
mouth.

“Troy!” she gasped

“Oh yeah,” he growled. “Say my name, baby.”

She let out a soft cry when he began to suckle her
hungrily. Each tug sent a jolt right down to her pussy. He licked
his rough tongue across her and she raked her fingernails down his
back. Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, he switched
to the other breast.

Lita had never been so aroused in her life. Her pussy
ached. Trying to ease the constant throb, she wrapped her legs
around his waist. She felt his cock jump and his teeth scraped
across her breast.

“Ahh!” she cried. Her back arched like a bow and he
reflexively pulled her tighter against him.

“Hell. I’m gonna lose it, Lita.”

She writhed as he rubbed his prick against her like a
man possessed. Yet, when she reached for his zipper, he nearly
yanked her right off the counter.

Her head snapped up. She’d thought he wanted
this.

“Are you sure?” he asked, looking into her eyes.

The question went right past her sex-fogged brain and
straight to her heart. She’d never been so sure of anything in her
life. “Just hurry,” she begged.

She lifted her hips when he reached under her skirt
and caught her panties. He had them halfway down her thighs before
she got his zipper pulled down over his engorged cock. His hips
swiveled away, though, before she could touch him down there.

“Show me yours and I’ll show you mine,” he whispered
naughtily into her ear. Throwing back her skirt, he exposed the
dark curls covering her pussy. Before she could get embarrassed, he
spread her legs wide and stepped between them. Watching her
closely, he pulled out his cock. “I’ll make it good, baby.”

Lita looked at his swollen erection, wide-eyed, but
so aroused it almost hurt.

Still, she pulled her knees reflexively to her chest
when he penetrated her.

“Ahhh!” she gasped.

“Christ,” he groaned.

He wrapped his hand around the nape of her neck and
held her still as he kissed her. Slowly, he thrust in the rest of
the way. Once there, he held himself immobile.

“Let me know when,” he said tightly.

Lita took a deep breath, trying to adjust to the feel
of him inside her. He was so big. So hot. And so incredible. Bit by
bit, she relaxed. Hesitantly, she lowered her legs until they were
wrapped intimately around his hips. He thrust forward
instinctively, but all she felt was pleasure. Pure, white hot
pleasure.

She threaded her fingers through his hair.
“When.”

The trust in her voice nearly overwhelmed Troy. He
wanted to make this good for her – the best she ever had.

He tried to keep his first thrust slow, but she
groaned with delight. Her hands gripped his shoulders convulsively
and it shattered whatever control he had. Letting himself go, he
began fucking her like he’d always wanted.

He’d been dreaming about this girl forever. She was
just as sweet on the inside as she was on the out and it scared the
hell out of him how close he’d come to losing her. He pulled her
butt right to the edge of the counter and let his instincts take
over. He thrust in and out of her tight heat until he felt his
balls constrict.

“Shit,” he cursed.

He was going to come before her. He could feel it. He
was ready to pop, but she wasn’t quite there.

Pushing his hand between their sweaty, clinging
bodies, he fingered her clit.

“No,” she said, flinching away.

He could tell she wasn’t used to such intimacy, but
he
had
to. Not letting her back away, he tightened the arm
he had locked around her hips. Tickling her pussy with his finger,
he found her clit again. This time, he didn’t let her shy away. He
thrummed that magic little button and felt her body begin to
shake.

By the time he started to spurt into her, she was
coming.

And it was like nothing he’d ever felt before.

Reaching out, Troy grabbed the top of the nearest
bathroom stall to keep himself on his feet. He held her tightly as
her body quivered. Each tiny tremor squeezed another drop out of
him.

When it was finally over, neither of them moved. Lita
rested with her head against his chest. He could feel her warm
breaths as they wisped across his nipple. And that was all it took
for him to start hardening inside her tight little snatch all over
again.

“Oh I feel better,” she said in that smoky voice of
hers. “A lot better.”

He smiled against her hair. He felt invincible.

“Go out with me tomorrow?” he whispered.

Her eyes were sparkling when she pulled back to look
at him. “Yes.”

Leaning down, he kissed her. “What do you want to do?
Movie? Dinner?”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and rubbed her
breasts against his chest. “I don’t care. Anything.”

“You like to play with fire.”

“I like to play with you,” she said, kissing his
breastbone.

Troy felt his heart begin to pound. It was almost too
much to believe. “I’ve wanted to ask you out for a long time,” he
confessed.

“I know.”

Okay, so his casual little trips to his locker hadn’t
been so casual after all. “I would have asked you sooner, but
–”

The bathroom door suddenly started to open.

“Fuck,” he hissed. Reaching out, he slammed it shut
using one hand.

He felt Lita stiffen around him.
Everywhere
.

“Relax, baby,” he crooned as he flicked the lock. He
was damn near full-size again. She couldn’t send him out into the
cold now. If she did, he’d be in serious trouble.

Somebody began pounding on the bathroom door. “Hey,
open up.”

The voice was like a shrill air horn. He would have
recognized it anywhere. Normally it would have made his dick
shrivel up, but inside Lita, he only got harder.

“Lita, are you in there?”

“It’s Piper!” she hissed.

“Don’t answer her,” Troy said. He couldn’t help it;
he had to thrust. Lita’s back arched in delight, even as she pushed
his shoulders away.

“I can hear someone in there,” Piper yelled.

“Then you can tell we’re busy,” Troy snarled. He
watched his and Lita’s reflections in the mirror as the knock on
the door became louder and more insistent. God, they looked good
together. Her, tiny and dark. Him, big and blond. He fisted his
hand into her long, swaying hair and thrust harder.