Sparkling Hope (The Eastburgh Devils Series Book 1)

‘What the fuck are you doing down there?’ I asked into the room as I recognized her with her glowing devil horns on the storage room floor.

‘Praying you’re not the one who has to spend the five minutes with me, but it seems like my prayers have been put on hold,’ Luna said, hiccuping mid-sentence and pulling herself up by the shelves.

By now, my eyes had adjusted to the darkness, and some light from the Sigma Devil’s exterior lighting shone in through the small window in the ceiling, allowing me to better see Luna and everything else standing around.

Silence spread between us as we stood in this cramped space, and inwardly I counted the seconds until I could get out.

‘I also wish I had that cute blonde standing in front of me right now,’ at that sentence, the memories from the bathroom from over an hour ago came back into my head.

A smirk formed on my lips at the thought of Luna not admitting of being jealous.

‘Of course you do. So you can stick your tongue down her throat again, right?’

‘Oh, Hazel Bug, stop being jealous. You hate me, remember?’ I smirked and watched her roll her eyes.

‘I’m not, and I still hate you,’ Luna justified herself, crossing her arms in front of her chest so that her top loosened at the breast and I could see her perfect cleavage.

She was jealous, and I liked that she was jealous.

I saw her looking at the girl on my lap and me the whole time.

‘Can we talk now?’

I hated myself for running after her to apologize since Wednesday, but the problem was that I was really sorry.

I was never sorry for anything else. Unless I hit the puck too hard and hit someone on my team with it.

‘Let it go. You don’t mean it anyway,’ she said flippantly, rolling her eyes.

If only she knew that I was actually sorry. I shouldn’t have interfered.

‘Actually, you should apologize too.’

Luna looked at me, confused, while the horns of her headband flashed red.

‘Who knows what else I would have done to her if you hadn’t barged into the bathroom.’

‘I don’t apologize for things like that. As soon as you left the bathroom, you immediately picked up the next girl. You take what you want anyway,’ she scoffed.

‘Would that work for you, too?’ I murmured.

Her gaze darkened after my sentence, and I saw her chest rise and sink faster.

When she says that wouldn’t work on her, her body reaction proves she wasn’t telling the truth.

‘Never.’

‘Liar.’

I liked how this conversation was developing, and my body had already reacted too much to her words. I felt my dick slowly getting hard and pressing against the fabric of my pants.

‘Let me touch you, then we’ll see.’

‘Try me,’ she swallowed hard.

Our eyes didn’t even separate as I moved closer to her.

Before I took the last step towards her, I locked the door so that no one would disturb us because I was ready to explore every millimeter of her body with my fingertips. I tucked a strand of hair behind Luna’s ear and slowly ran my fingertips down her neck to her red shirt.

Luna’s chest rose just as quickly as it sank, and we both knew by now that she was delivered.

Yet I had barely touched her, and her rapid breathing and the goosebumps on her soft skin left by my fingertips were enough for me to make my dick even harder.

‘Wes,’ she breathed out my name.

‘Oh no, believe me. We’re not done yet.’

I glared at her and wet my lower lip as I slid along her chest and felt her hard nipple through her shirt. I liked the idea of feeling her hard nipple through her top, and the desire to lick over her nipple grew in me.

My hand slid over her stomach, which she pulled in as I slid my finger along the hem of her red tulle skirt.

I slipped my hand under that tulle skirt and ran it up her thigh to her pussy.

‘Aren’t the five minutes up already?’ she mumbled softly.

‘I don’t care about these five minutes so fucking much. You’re not leaving this room until you come all over my fingers.’

My hand slipped under her panties, and I felt her shaved pussy.

Luna spread her legs a little, and with one finger, I slid through her wet pussy.

‘Look how wet you are for me, Luna,’ I grinned as I felt her pussy juice on my fingers.

‘So wet for me without me touching you.’

‘Fuck, Wes,’ she moaned, leaning her head against the shelf behind her as I began touching her clit.

God, I loved feeling how wet she was, and I would love to kneel in front of her and lick her. Taste every drop of her juice and bring her to orgasm through my tongue.

‘Look how dripping wet you are,’ I breathed softly against her ear as I touched her with two fingers.

‘Do I make you feel good?’

Her pussy tightened around my fingers, and I knew that was her answer, but I wanted to hear it from her mouth.

‘Mhm,’ she murmured.

‘Use that pretty mouth of yours, Luna.’

‘Yeah, you’re making me feel… fuck… good,’ she moaned as my movement with my thumb on her clit quickened.

I could feel her pussy contracting on my fingers as I fingered her.

Luna’s breathing became shorter, her chest rose and fell rapidly, and she clawed one hand into my arm while resting her other on the shelf.

Suddenly we heard a knock on the door and a jiggle of the doorknob.

‘You guys okay? Five minutes are up,’ Charles called out.

‘Fuck, Weston. I’m coming,’ she moaned as quietly as she could.

I loved this feeling of knowing she was coming through my fingers inside her tight goddamn pussy, while someone was behind the door.

My movements quickened, and she made muffled noises until I covered her mouth with my hand.

‘Yes, just a moment,’ I called out, hoping Charles would disappear from the door.

Luna put her hand on mine, which was on her mouth, and I felt the hot breath on my hand as she moaned. Her pussy twitched while I was still inside her with my fingers.

‘Fuck,’ she breathed out as she took my hand from her mouth.

‘See how easy it is to take what I want.’

That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done, and I didn’t know if my and I didn’t know if my dick would calm down because I wanted to fuck her right here and now.

Luna fixed her hair and adjusted the tulle skirt, which had slipped up.

I felt her hands playing with the waistband of my jeans. She undid the button and zipper and slipped her hand inside my pants. I felt her hands on my hard dick, moving up and down.

‘See how you get along with it, Weston,’ she glanced down at my dick, pressing against the fabric of my pants, before looking back up at me and taking her hand out of my pants.

My eyes searched the room for Luna as I ran out of the storage room after her a little later.

I think that was the horniest thing I’ve ever done, and just thinking about how Luna’s body reacted to my touch while she sword to hate me made it harder to concentrate.

I sat back on the sofa where we all sat earlier to play spin the bottle. By now, the group had dispersed, and I was the only one with Trevor and his girlfriend, Lucy.

Luna was standing in front of the counter with the bottles of alcohol, and next to her was Landon.

I watched every move she made and how he tried to get closer to her.

I would love to text her and remind her how red she still was in the face, but I didn’t.

What just happened in the storage room between Luna and me remains unique. I still think she was annoying, but I put it down to the alcohol that I imagined how I would fuck her in that small room.

The fucker also still knew how to get closer to Luna without her noticing. He looked past her, and when Luna turned to look where he was looking, he moved a little closer to her.

I grinned a little as I remembered that I was getting what Landon wanted from her.

I just take what I want without pulling some cheesy shit to get closer to Luna.

‘This guy is embarrassing, but I must hand it to him. He’s doing a good job, and he knows exactly what he’s doing to get her into bed.’ I turned to Carter, who was standing behind me, propped up on the back of the sofa.

Carter was slurring his words, and I only understood him because he was talking so close to my ear, but as he sipped his cup and babbled something to himself, I didn’t understand him.

‘He won’t get Luna in bed,’ I said with conviction, knowing that he didn’t catch it anyway because he was so drunk.

I said it more for my conscience.

But he really didn’t hear it because he lost his balance and fell on the floor behind the sofa.

‘Shit, Carter’ I stood up, put my cup on the table, and went behind the sofa to help him. I reached under his armpits and pulled him up while Charles joined in and helped me get a drunken cowboy back on his feet.

‘I drink like my old man,’ he slurred, grinning crookedly.

That’s the thing about Carter and alcohol. Sounded like crap, but he hadn’t had it any other way since he was born.

His father was an absolute disaster, and he didn’t deserve the name father, the way he treated Carter.

‘I’m becoming like him,’ he continued slurring his words as Charles and I helped him to his feet.

Carter pointed to Luna as she disappeared from Sigma Devils with Landon. ‘Your roommate is leaving.’

My eyes met the door, where I could only see a bit of Luna’s red tulle skirt before the door slammed shut, and they were gone. I felt jealousy slowly spreading through my chest for the first time, and I didn’t like it at all.

Carter lost his balance again, and Charles and I almost fell on the floor with him.

‘Shit, man.’

‘He needs to get in the shower,’ I suggested to Charles, and we headed for the shower in the basement where the restrooms were.

We’ve never understood why this diner had a room with a shower, but in cases like this, that shower again proved to be quite helpful in bringing Carter back to reality.

Somehow we made it down the stairs to the basement without stumbling and entered the room where a rusty sign saying PRIVATE was stuck on the door.

Charles turned on the shower, and cold water pelted down on us from the calcified shower head.

The black writing on my torso started to smear completely, and black colored drops of water ran down my torso while Charles had fake blood running down his cheek from his face.

The worst part was that the bruises on Carter’s ribs became visible as the water hit his body.

He must have slapped some paste on the bruises so people wouldn’t see them.

‘Hey, man. Come back to reality for once,’ I slapped my best friend on the cheek as he slowly regained consciousness and tried to say something, but nothing he said made sense or was understandable.

‘Shit, stop doing shit like that. What did you ingest?’

I panicked because if Carter didn’t get his shit together right away, we’d have to call the ambulance, which only had drawbacks.

First, Carter would hate me for the rest of his life because any needles from syringes would pierce his skin and because his Dad would hear about it.

Carter pulled out of his pants pocket a small clear plastic bag with three small pills.

‘What’s this?’ I asked although I was sure I wouldn’t get an honest answer from him.

‘Stole them from my Dad after he hit me,’ he grinned gleefully as he leaned his upper body against the shower wall.

‘I’m going to shove my hockey stick up that guy’s ass,’ I hissed as Charles snatched the pack of pills from Carter’s hand and flushed it down the toilet.

‘He didn’t swallow any of them. He showed me those earlier when we put stamps on everyone’s hands, and there were three of them inside.’

At least some comforting news because neither of us had absolutely any idea what those pills were and what kind of effects those white pills carried with them if you swallowed them.

‘Why haven’t you taken them away from him by then?’

‘I don’t know. I wasn’t thinking all the way through, okay?’

We stayed in the shower for a moment, and as he slowly regained consciousness, we took him upstairs and ran into Spencer, who offered to take him back to his place since he was just heading home anyway.

We took him to Spencer’s car, who dug a blanket out of his trunk and wrapped Carter in it before putting him in the back seat, where he immediately slumped over to the side.

I slammed the car door and nodded to Spencer before he got in and drove off.

‘Are you okay?’ I inquired of Charles.

At first, there was no answer from him. Instead, he looked at me blankly as if he realized just now what had happened.

‘I need to drink something, and I need something dry urgently.’

As if fate had willed it, Trevor called us over as some of the hockey team gathered around the fire bowl and set up lawn chairs while Henry threw wood into the bowl and lit it.

Charles and I walked toward the circle, which consisted of almost only the hockey team now, except that Aria was sitting on Henry’s lap, and Lucy, Trevor’s girlfriend, was sitting next to him on a chair, snuggled up against him.

Lucy wasn’t really his girlfriend anymore, but his fiancée. They were neighbors and grew up together, and he proposed to her last summer.

Never in my life could I get married that early and commit to one person.

We each got a blanket and sat closest to the fire bowl to warm up.

‘Where is Luna hanging out anyway? Wasn’t she here until just now?’ asked Charles as Lucy handed us each a mug.

‘Landon drove her home,’ Henry said, sipping his beer.

I glanced at Aria, who just shrugged.

I wanted to drive her home, knowing full well that I’d get her home safely, but she’ll be grown up enough to understand what she was doing.