Lies On The Lips

Part Fifteen

Brett

"I need details." Leah says as she climbs in my jeep, a big grin on her face. Today, she looks more like herself wearing an oversized hoodie, her big owlish glasses and jeans. Difference is, she's wearing my ring.

Putting my vehicle into reverse, I laugh. "Details of what?"

"Oh, come on. From last night! You and Cope!"

I side eyed her ass and pulled out onto the main road. "Why do you think there's a me and Cope?"

She lets out an annoyed huff. "Seriously? It all makes sense now. You two fought because you wanted him all those years ago. It took him until last night to get there with you. How right am I?"

I frown at her. "Completely. What the hell? Are we that transparent?"

Her gaze is soft as she reaches over to pat my thigh. "Only because I've practically known you both since birth. At that party, that's when it started. Because he took you away with him. Then, suddenly, it's like you two were besties again after two years of hatred. At the movies, I was so busy rooting for you and Dante that I was oblivious to the brooding Cope was doing. All the heated looks. Last night, he was jealous, like super jealous. I pieced it all together and oh my god, I'm so happy for you two."

I cringe at her morning yammering. "You presume a lot."

"Admit it.'

"Fine."

"Fine, you'll admit it or fine, I'm right?"

A smile tugs at my lips. "You're right. But I still need you to be my fiance."

She snorts out a laugh. "That sounds so messed up."

"Completely messed up."

"So…," she asks. "Did you kiss him?"

Finally yes, and so much more.

"Yeah," I admit. "But you can't tell anyone, Leah."

"Don't insult me. You know I won't ...was he a good kisser?"

"The best."

"Huh, are you an item now?"

I roll at a stop and regard her with a serious expression. "Leah, I love him more than anything in the entire world. He's my everything."

Her eyes grow glassy and she blinks away the tears. "I...I was not expecting that intensity this early in the morning."

The light turns green and I gas it. "At school you're my fiance."

"But," she says. "At home we see whomever we want?"

"Exactly." I head into the parking lot at school. After I parked up, I got out and walked over to Leah's side. She climbed out and accepted my hand. A few people look our way, but mostly no one cares. When we pass Ashley, she glowers at Leah, but we ignore it and make our way in, yet inside my eyes are searching the hall for Cope.

I know the moment he arrives because the air is sucked from my lungs just like anytime he's near. Our eyes snap together like two magnets meeting. His blue orbs are bright and intense. Today he looks good. Wearing a long sleeved, fitted black shirt and his usual skinny jeans that have tons of pockets all over them. The knee is blown out on one side and I can see his pale, white skin. His combat boots are untied, but the laces aren't long enough to trip over. He's donning some silver rings and a few black leather bracelets. When he catches me staring, he smirks. I have to fist my hands because the craving to march right over there to him and run my fingers through his dark, tousled hair is too strong.

"Whoa," Leah hisses. "Chill on the love stares. I nearly got pregnant and I was a bystander. Keep looking at Cope like you want to eat him and our secret will be over before we even get a chance to tell it."

She purses her lips at me and I frown. "Sorry." I mumbled. For show I cupped her face with my palms and kissed the corner of her mouth.

"Better," she says. "But not all that convincing."

I glance over at Cope as he talks to some kid called Jeff, but his eyes are on me. Amused at my little show for our school.

Leah and I need to up our game.

"Hey, kids." A familiar voice booms behind me.

I turn and nearly cringe to see Dante there wearing a wide lazy grin. "Hey." Leah and I both uttered at once.

Dante touches my shoulder, his brows furrowing. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Leah squeaks. I shrug and look at the linoleum floor.

Dante slides closer, his palm sliding underneath my backpack at the small of my back, as he whispers. "Wanna come over tonight, as you didn't before?"

"I, uh." I started, unsure what to say to him.

His palm slides lower, his fingertip threatening to go past the waistband of my jeans.

"I'd suck you off right now if we didn't have a million witnesses and you weren't a closet gay." He pulls away slightly and then he's jerked away from me completely. Cope's icy glare has Dante nearly falling on his ass to get away from it. "What?" Dante demands. Cope steps forwards, murder gleaming in his eyes. I press my palm to his front. Leah hooks her arm in his to keep him from kicking Dante's ass.

"It's fine," I assure Cope. "I can take care of it, see you in class."

Leah starts to drag him off, but Cope's menacing glare remains on Dante until they've rounded the corner. When they're gone. I square my shoulders and look at Dante. "You're a nice guy and all…"

He winces. "We're not even dating and this feels like a break up. Is it him?"

Panic rises up inside me. Are we that obvious? "It's Leah," I lie. "It was always Leah. I thought I could experiment with a guy, but it turns out, I'm just so in love with her."

"Leah, really?"

I can't meet his confused state. "I asked her to marry me."

Then he started laughing. "You really got me, asshole."

"I'm serious," I tell him. "She's my fiance." That's sort of the truth.

He smirks. "Okay."

"Dante."

"Wait, you're not shitting me?" His eyes widened in shock. "What the fuck man? Engaged? You're in highschool. Who the hell gets engaged in highschool?"

"Me and Leah, I guess." I flick my eyes to the clock. "I'll catch you later." I leave him gaping as I make my way to class. Why do I feel like convincing everyone is going to be a lot harder than I thought.

Lies On The Lips

The secret is out.

Dante and his big mouth.

At least it's the secret engagement and not my secret sexual preference. Most, amused by it, eager to have something to gossip about. By lunch time, though, I'm over it. I find Leah and Cope leaving the lunchroom just as I'm heading that way.

Cope hands me a sandwich and a gatorade then the three of us make it outside. It's chilly today but it beats staying inside where everyone will stare and whisper at us.

Leah sits between us on the bench and I'm annoyed that I'm not sitting in the middle instead.

We all eat in silence, each of us trying to acclimate to this new set up between us. "Its cold." Leah whines.

I playfully pat my lap. "Warm here fiance."

She laughs but then to my surprise moves onto my lap. Her body snuggles against my chest as she seeks out warmth. When I steal a glance at Cope, He's thrumming with energy. The blues of his eyes are nearly glowing with intensity.

He tears his gaze from mine to lean back against the table on his elbows. His head tilts up towards the sky and his jaw clenches in an angry way. I can't help but imagine my tongue sliding down his throat, marking him more. Purple bruising stains his otherwise pale flesh. My mouth waters to lick his protruding adam's apple.

"Is that a pickle in your pocket or are you happy to see me?" Leah teases.

Cope's head snaps my way and his grin spreads across his face in a villainous way he's long perfect over the tears. His dark eyebrows quirk up and his lips twitched with amusement.

"Got a woody over there, Brett?"

"If someone would stop rubbing their ass on my dick, I'd be just fine." I grumbled out. And if someone else would stop looking hot as hell, that'd help too.

"Like this?" Leah asks, wiggling her hips.

Cope's expression is no longer amused. He boldly grabs her and pulls her between us. His arms wrap over her shoulders and he hugs her to him, pinning her arms. "You're so territorial." She says, pealing laughter echoing all around.

"You're rubbing on my boyfriend's cock. My restraint can only be tested so long before I snap."

I guess he just confirmed to her we're together now. My chest aches in a satisfying way at his words. I'm his and he's jealous. It makes me want to get on my knees and show him how loyal I am too. Those thoughts don't help the state of my dick, though.

I bite my bottom lip trying to drive my lust filled thoughts out of my mind and instead lock eyes with Cope's over Leah's head.

He drops his gaze to my mouth, I release my lip and lick my bottom lip. He tracks my movements of my tongue, searing heat burning in his gaze.

"Ahh, shit," Leah chirps. "Gotta go guys, see ya." And she's off.

I smile and get up too. "Need a piss before class." I tell him.

"Me too." He replies and jumps to his feet. I follow after him. I attempt not to be so obvious about that fact I want him to fuck me. The three of us have an image to keep up.

Cope ducks into a bathroom and I slip in behind him. Several guy's exist as the bell to end lunch resounded. He walks into the handicap stall but doesn't close the door.

An invitation.

As soon as I opened the door and stepped inside, he slammed me up against the door. His hips press into mine, letting me know how hard he is. "This is harder than I thought." He rumbles, his eyes pinning me.

"Us?"

He grinds his teeth as he stares at my lips. "Not us, Brett. You and her. Watching you with Leah makes me burn with rage."

"Does it help that I wish so much it was you?" I asked, a smile tugging at his lips.

"It helps, but it's not good enough, I'll feel better when I remove all traces of her."

His lips pressed to mine, gently at first, and then our tongues tangle in a heated frenzy. My hands are everywhere, desperate to touch every hard muscle on his body.

He groans, rocking his hips against me. If he keeps rubbing his dick against mine I'm going to come in my pants.

I unbuckle his belt and shove my hand in his pants. He's hard as fuck and thrusts against my grip. Our mouths are just a breath apart as I slowly fuck him with my hand. We're quiet, aside from our heavy breathing, as I jerk him off.

When his sounds become uneven and ragged, a clear indication he's about to come. I slip down to one knee and take him in my mouth. His fingers grip my hair hard as he lets out a string of curse words and comes. I swallow him down through each throb of his dick. When I'm sure he's done, I pull off and tuck him back into his pants.

"Feel better now?" I ask as I buckle his belt and look up at him.

His eyes hooded and he wears a lazy, sated smile. "For now," he releases. "If I get jealous again, I'll come find you."

I licked my lips and kissed his pouty mouth. "I'll be ready, with you. I'm always ready."

"I love you." He whispered in my ear making me gasp and lean my head against his shoulder. "Let's go away this weekend, me, you. Lets be free, for a bit."

I wanted to cry at that moment. "Yes." Was all I could say. Free, even for just a little while.