Chapter 20

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NORA

"I got in! Mom! I got in!" I yell as I run through the house, so happy I could burst.

"You got in where?" mom comes from her study, looking confused.

"USC! The letter just came," I wave the college acceptance letter in front of her face.

"Honey, that's great!" mom finally catches on and gives me a fierce hug, which I return. "This needs celebrating," she smiles at me, already digging out her cell phone. "I'll make a reservation someplace nice for tomorrow, alright?"

"Yeah, sounds good," I can't help but grin.

"Aren't you supposed to be getting ready for the meet?"

"Oh, right, yeah," the cloud of happiness momentarily made me forget. "You really have to work today?"

"Yes, I'm sorry, honey," she gives me an apologetic look. "But I'll be rooting for you."

"Yeah, thanks," I force a smile. I try telling myself that I don't care if she's in the stands or not, that I've done just fine these past years without family coming to watch me compete. I'll be fine. I always am.

I eat my breakfast and pack up everything and then head out the door, the acceptance letter still in my grip. I have to show my friends.

"I'm so happy for you!" Olive tackles me in a bear hug when I show my friends the letter in the school parking lots.

"Congrats, girl!" Jordyn moves in to hug me next, followed by Zoe, Lexie, Hailey and Michelle. I also texted the twins, not able to wait for Monday to tell them, and they showered me in congratulations. I can't stop smiling.

"Thanks, guys," I grin, leaving the letter in my car since I don't really have any need of it in the invitational.

The meet goes well, with me being so energized that I do well in all my events, mom's absence soon forgotten.

In the evening after we're back at the school, I'm exhausted but at the same time strangely restless. And I already know what I need to make this day perfect. I say bye to my friends and run to catch up to Tyler and Evan, who're just getting in the latter's car.

"No, you're not," I grab Tyler's sleeve and pull him to a stop. He looks at me surprised.

"What's up, buttercup?" Evan raises a brow at me. I don't know if Tyler has told him about our arrangement, and I don't want to be the one to tell him. Not that I would mind if he never knows at all.

"Uh," I try to come up with a good excuse, "I just need to talk to Tyler about something. I'll give him a ride home, after." I try to act nonchalant, as if nothing weird is going on.

Tyler's eyes darken as he catches on to what I'm insinuating.

Evan looks between us and a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. "Sure. Give him a good ride, yeah?" he chuckles and disappears into the car.

I open my mouth but nothing comes out. Evan reverses off the slot and winks and waves at us before driving away.

"So," I say, my mouth dry, "he knows, doesn't he?"

Tyler laughs, "Yeah."

"Fantastic," I mutter, covering my face with my hands. How embarrassing. I just know he's going to tease me mercilessly.

"It's no big deal" Tyler drags my hands down. "You told Olive, didn't you?"

"Yeah," I nod. "But it's different."

"How so?" he looks at me like I'm being stupid. To be fair, I am.

"Because she's more mature than Evan. She's not going to insinuate things all the time, like we both know Evan's going to do."

He shrugs. "Doesn't matter to me."

I sigh. It's not such a big deal, honestly. I'm just already overly self-conscious about having sex with Tyler, of all people. He's like a guilty pleasure. "I guess."

"So," he takes a step closer, hovering over me. "You wanted to talk?"

"Yeah," my breath catches as I remember what I came here for. I take his hand and lead him to my car.

We sit in silence as I drive, the sexual tension suffocating. Finally I reach a quiet off-road we won't be spotted at. 

"Come here," he takes off his seat belt and waves me over.

Not hesitating even for a second, I climb over to him and sit on his lap astride. His hands go straight to my hips and I can already feel him hardening under me. Well how about that.

I eagerly push his shirt off and slide my hands up his chest while his hands go to my ass. My eyes close and our lips meet. The kiss is hard and rough, both of our needs driving it. He takes my bottom lip between his teeth and pulls, and I almost moan into his mouth, my insides screaming.

He pushes my shirt up and over my head and his mouth leaves mine. His lips trace a trail from my jaw and down my neck, stopping at the edge of my bra. Kissing and nibbling, his mouth makes good work of me.

The ache between my legs is growing unbearable and I slide my hand in his pants, stroking his hard cock. He groans and his grip on my ass tightens.

I move so that he can pull down my shorts, leaving me in my wet panties, and I grind myself against him. The friction is making me crazy. He seems to feel the same way as he quickly pulls down his pants and boxers, his mouth finding mine again. Our tongues clash and his fingers rub me over the thin fabric of my panties.

"You're so wet for me," he groans appreciatively, moving the fabric aside and inserting a finger. I moan into his mouth, incredibly turned on. He adds another finger and starts pumping in and out while his thumb makes circles on my clit. My fingers dig into his back as he quickly drives me to the edge.

"Come on baby, come for me," he whispers in my ear huskily and those words push me over the edge. My legs shake and I hold on to him as I come all over his fingers.

He caresses my ass and breasts while I recover. He then guides my hand to his cock and I comply, moving my hand up and down, flicking the wet tip with my thumb. With my other hand I reach into the glove box and pull out a box of condoms.

I rip one packet open and roll the condom over his hard length. His hands go to my waist and he lifts me up and I position myself above his cock. Then I slam into him.

"Fuck!" he groans, his head slamming back.

I start moving my hips slowly in a figure eight, teasing him.

"Nora..." he growls.

I grin and continue the slow pace. When the ache grows unbearable, I start moving up and down, his hands gripping my ass guiding me. His lips meet my neck and his teeth graze my skin, almost making me come again then and there.

I pick up my pace, my hands holding onto his shoulders as I ride him hard. I can't hold it anymore. My insides clench as I let go, my walls tightening around his cock. I bury my head in the nook of his shoulder, drowning out the sounds of pleasure my mouth wants to make.

"No," he lifts my head up from his shoulder. "I want to hear how I make you feel. Okay?"

Oh. I'm a little flustered but manage a nod. "Okay." I slow down, riding out the climax as my body shakes.

He lifts me up by the waist and looks me in the eyes. "Remember, don't hold back."

My whole body shivers under the intensity of his heated gaze. He keeps looking at me as he holds me still and starts thrusting in and out of me in a fast pace. My eyes roll back at the intense pleasure, my insides screaming as he pounds into me. Moans escape my lips and my nails dig into his shoulders, which only seems to turn him on even more. His breath hitches as he finally reaches his high. 

"Fuck yes," I shake, collapsing against him. His chest moves rapidly under me, his mouth next to my ear as he catches his breath.

When I've regained control of my legs again, I climb off him and get dressed. He does the same.

We don't say anything as we head back to town. We reach his house in twenty minutes.

"Well..." he doesn't seem to know what to do.

"Just go," I roll my eyes. "No need for goodbyes and shit. We have a deal, right? Just sex. No need to start acting differently toward each other than before." I take a pause before adding playfully, "I still despise you."

He grins. "Good. I still despise you too." Then he gets up and closes the car door after him. I pull off without another glance.

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"This way, please," the hostess at the fancy restaurant mom and I have just entered says and leads me and mom to a table next to a window. Apparently Mads had already made plans with our father so she couldn't come. She did seem really happy for me, though, which is something, at least. And I don't really mind having mom all to myself for a change. It's actually quite nice.

"So, any cute boys in the picture?" she winks at me after we've finished our main course and ordered dessert.

"Mom!" my eyes widen. I do not want to talk about guys with her. Nuh-uh.

"What?" she shrugs innocently. "I was just wondering. You were so down after Zane and I just figured it would do you good to date again."

I clear my throat awkwardly, "I actually have been on one date after him."

"Really?" mom smiles. "That's nice. He was nice, wasn't he? Do I need to beat his ass?" she narrows her eyes.

"Uh," I think back to what a jerk Chase turned out to be when I wasn't willing to put out. "He was fine," I lie. "We just didn't click, is all. Besides, I'm busy with track right now. I need to concentrate on training if I want to make it to state. And you know how much I do want it."

Mom nods, "Been talking about it ever since you started running. I'm so proud of you, honey. For getting into your dream college and now you're on your way to state championships and—" she blinks rapidly, keeping back the tears that threaten to spill.

My heart clenches at her words and I reach across the table and squeeze her hand.

She smiles at me, dabbing at the corner of her eyes with her napkin. "You have achieved so much, even with us always gone and Greg's...your father's actions. I know how much pressure he always put on you to succeed and how afraid you were to fail. He could be cold and harsh. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you more, I really am."

"Mom, it's okay," I'm trying really hard not to cry. "I know your marriage with dad wasn't the easiest and when he left... I'm not blaming you for working hard. I know you love your job and I mean, Mads and I turned out just fine," I smile a little, trying to comfort her.

I might be really lonely at home sometimes, but at least I have my friends. And honestly, living without dad's high expectations and the constant fear of disappointing him, of not being the best and being punished for it, has been a bit of a relief. And mom has been a bit of a mess ever since he left and I know work is how she keeps it all together, so I can't really blame her for it.

"You're a sweetheart," she tells me, "But I do deserve your blame. It's okay."

I nod, tears still in my eyes when the waitress returns with our dessert. We both collect ourselves and dig in.

"Heavenly," I groan as I bite into my slice of chocolate cake.

"Cake in the middle of the season?" a shadow falls over the table.

The sugary treat turns sour in my mouth as I look up and meet my father's cold eyes.

"Greg," mom looks shocked. Right, she hasn't seen him in four years.

"Deyjah," he spares her a tight nod before his eyes turn back to me.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I ask him, trying to keep my voice low so that the tables next to us won't hear.

He raises his brows. "Swearing in a place like this and to your father, at that? I see your mom hasn't succeeded in weeding out your bad manners. Not a surprise, really."

"Excuse me?" mom sounds outrageous. "You have no right to talk about her upbringing, considering you chose to not be a part of it."

"And it seems I'm not missing anything."

"What are you doing here?" I ask him again, gritting my teeth. 

His gaze lands back onto me. "I'm having dinner with your sister."

Surprised, I look behind him, trying to spot Mads, sure she would have a problem with him talking to us this way.

"She had to stop by the ladies' room," Greg explains, seeing me searching for her. Just then I see her emerging from the back and looking around. Her eyes widen when she notices us, and she takes a few hesitant steps toward us.

"There she is," I nod at her and Greg turns his head, just slightly. "Off you go. Wouldn't want Madison to hear the awful way you speak to her mother."

His jaw clenches, clearly mad about being spoken to like that. I aim to please. He quickly schools his features, though, appearing to the outside as if he's having a pleasant conversation.

"I'll see you around," he tips his head a little, and I scowl. "I suggest you lay off the sweets, it's starting to show," he indicates toward my stomach. Mom's mouth drops open in shock. 

I narrow my eyes at him, trying very hard to not flip him off. I'm saved when Madison gets close enough and dad goes to join her. She casts me a curious glance but then the hostess appears and leads them to their table.

"Well, that's sure an effective way of ruining a celebratory dinner."

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