What Was I Thinking!?!
Chapter 3
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The party was still in full
swing when they returned to the MacDonald’s ranch. Spike glanced over at Buffy
as he parked his car along the drive. She lo a l a little nervous but there was
something else on her face that he couldn’t read. He figured she was probably
thinking someone would know what they were doing.
“It’s going to be fine,” he
said, slipping his hand in hers.
“I know.”
She flashed him a big smile
that confused him even more before she turned to the rearview mirror. Her hair
was pulled back into a high ponytail again, letting the hickey on her neck be
clearly visible. He was about to say something when she turned her head,
touched a finger lightly to the bruise and smiled.
“Let’s go,” Buffy said, shooing
him out of the car. He slid out and waited for her before shutting the door.
She fixed her clothes then grabbed his hand. “You don’t mind people thinking
we’re together, do you?” She squeezed his fingers lightly and smiled up at him.
“Nope, no problem,” he
replied with a shake of his head. Her game was beginning to dawn on him. She
wanted to make sure Riley was put in his place. He didn’t mind helping. It
actually sounded like a good way to have some fun in this god forsaken place.
Once inside he led her out onto the area cleared for dancing and pulled her
into his arms. It didn’t matter that someone was singing about a watermelon
crawling. Buffy was in his arms and she was playing her part really well. Her
hands were in his back pockets and one leg was between his. He could already
feel his cock hardening again. She felt it too because she pressed against him
and it a little harder.
“Be careful,” Spike
whispered in her ear. He chuckled and placed a kiss on her shoulder.
“Maybe you should be,” she
whispered back. “I already told you I want you to be my first.”
“You keep grinding against
me like that and you’ll get it sooner than…”
“Well, well, if they haven’t
returned,” Riley’s voice broke into their private world. “Did you have a
“I had a great time, Riley.
Thank you for caring,” Buffy said. She gave her ex a scathing look then cuddled
against Spike again.
Riley looked at his two
buddies who were flanking him. He wasn’t taking the hint so Spike turned so his
back was to Buffy’s ex-boyfriend. It didn’t help. The guy came around with his
pack at his heels.
“Well, how does it feel to
have reached another goal, Buffy Anne?” Riley asked then elbowed one of his
friends while snickering at whatever joke he was making. “Did you check it off
in bright red…cherry red?”
Buffy stiffened in Spike’s
arms. She pulled back with a deep flush on her face. Her body was trembling
with embarrassment and it pissed Spike off. He turned to face Riley. His hands
already clenched in fists.
“Spike, leave it alone,”
Buffy said, trembling. She looked around at all her friends who were gathering
around to watch round two.
“Go away,” Spike threatened.
“It’s none of your business with Buffy does. Not anymore.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” Riley
said.
Spike breathed a sigh of
relief thinking it was over. He should have known better.
“I don’t have anything to do
with sluts anyway.”
It wasn’t a questioning of
even thinking about it. Spike swung. Maybe if he had thought about it he
wouldn’t have but he had to defend Buffy’s honor. And if he didn’t then
everyone would assume they had. So, he hit a guy that was bigger than he was
and who had friends to help him out. But he had fury on his side and a lot of
pent up anger.
“Fight, fight,” the kids
around them chanted.
Spike was straddling Riley
repeatedly punching his face. Someone kicked him in the back and the next thing
he knew Lindsey was pulling that guy off of him.
“It’s between them,” Lindsey
yelled. “Let ‘em go.”
An unfamiliar voice growled
a warning to the second of Riley’s friends. “That means you, too.”
So, it came down to just the
two of them. The knowledge must have sunk into Riley too because the next Spike
knew, Riley had freed one of his arms and brought a closed fist into Spike’s
eye. Giving a howl of pain, Spike went flying back to hit the floor with a
thud. From this vantage point he could see the kids that were surrounding them.
Well, he could until Riley landed on top of him, knee first in his gut. His
hair was grabbnd hnd his head was slammed into the wood floor of the barn so
hard that stars were dancing in front of him.
“Aw, bollocks,” Spike
muttered, as his head was lifted again. Praying that his aim was correct he
straightened his fingers out and jammed straight up. He smiled at the gurgling
sound Riley made as his fingertips made contact with the bigger man’s Adam
apple.
Riley grabbed his throat as
he staggered to a standing position. Spike grinned wider as he brought his knee
back then his foot up into Riley’s groin. Contact. Buffy’s ex hit the floor
with one hand on his throat and one on his crotch.
taunted, jumping up so he could look down. “I may be from the city but I came
from the wrong side of it. Don’t mess with me or Buffy again. Understand?”
Spike didn’t wait for a
reply. He looked up to locate Buffy who was standing by Cordelia. There were
tears streaming down her face and he held his arms out. She rushed into them.
“Are you all right?” Buffy
said, looking up into his face. “You’re bleeding.” She tenderly touched his
lip. “Let’s go inside and I can get you cleaned up.”
“Looks like somebody is
going to get rewarded,” The other voice sing-sang and Spike looked around to
locate it. It was a guy with brunette hair and brown eyes standing on the other
side of Cordelia. It had to have been Angel, her boyfriend. Spike nodded his
acknowledgement of his help. “No problem,” Angel said. “The little shit had it
coming.”
Lindsey patted him on the
back as Buffy led him from the barn. It wasn’t the way he had wanted to spend
his vacation but maybe it wasn’t so bad after all, Spike surmised. He already
had some new friends and of course, there was Buffy. Her kisses were enough to
make him high and her touches lit a fire inside of him that was hotter than
anything he had felt before.
Obediently Spike sat in the
chair Buffy indicated before she rushed to the sink. Riley’s words were
starting to repeat in his head.
Some things were starting to
make sense. Things like Buffy’s eagerness to have sex, her wanting to show off
the hickey and it didn’t feel good at all.
“Here,” Buffy said,
returning to him. She threw her leg over his lap so that she was facing him in
a straddling position. Her feet were propped up on the rungs. His hands
immediately cupped her bottom to keep her in place. She smiled. “This may sting
a little.”
“I can handle it,” Spike
said as she started to clean his face up. “Buffy, what goal was Riley referring
to? The one you reached?”
“Nothing really,” Buffy said,
distractedly. She continued to dab at his face.
He slid his hands down her
hips, along her thighs then back up again, letting his fingers slip under the
elastic of her panties.
“Don’t lie to me, pet,”
Spike whispered. “Please.”
“I made this stupid list
when I was twelve,” Buffy said, with a sigh. She put her hands down so that
they were clasped between them. “It was of all the things I wanted to
accomplish in my life.”
“And which one was this?” He
asked, his fingers still caressing the soft flesh of her hips.
“The one where I said I
wanted to lose my virginity before high school was over,” Buffy whispered,
looking somewhere over his shoulder. “Everybody found out about it and have
either teased me about it or tried to help
me with it. I think that’s why Riley started dating me in the first place.”
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“I’m glad you didn’t let him
help,” Spike said. His lips twitched then he had to smile but it quickly faded
to a groan as he stretched the cut on his bottom one. He sighed as he
remembered the boy he had left on the floor. “So, I guess you’ve been using me
all night.”
Buffy nodded.
“And that means that in a
way Riley was right?”
“Yes,” Buffy whispered.
“And I just beat some guy up
because I’m a gullible fool who believed the pretty girl liked him?”
“No,” Buffy declared,
cupping his face. “You’re not a fool. I do like you.” She kissed the space
between his eyebrows. “I didn’t lie about that.” Then the tip of his nose was
the recipient of her lips. “No one has ever made me feel the way you do.” She pressed
her mouth to his. “You make me feel all melty inside. Like chocolate left in
the sun.” Her tongue darted into his mouth, tangling with his, licking along
his teeth then returning to swirl around his tongue again.
Spike pushed her away. “Ah,
but you still want to check it off of the list, don’t you?”
“Look, I’ve had plenty of
offers,” Buffy said, her hands going to her hips. “From the time I was twelve,
got boobs, learned how to walk and wear make up, I’ve been hit on. I’ve had
boyfriends, friend’s fathers and brothers trying to get close to me. And
believe me when Cordelia and I go into LA, we don’t have an attention deficit.”
She rubbed her nose against his. “And I’ve turned them all down. You’re the
only one I’ve offered it to.”
“Why me?”
“Because I know you’re a
good guy from what Lindsey has said. I trust Lindsey so I know he’s not lying.”
Her arms wound around his neck. “And you’re very very attractive. You helped me
out with Riley.” She gave a short laugh. “And you kiss like no one I have ever met
before.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Oh, that is a very definite
yes,” Buffy said. “No drool, lots of tongue action and just the right pressure
and balance of mouth and hands. It makes my tummy go all loopy inside.”
Spike laughed and attacked
her neck. Kissing and nibbling his way across her shoulder then back toward her
ear. He drew the lobe into his mouth, suckling on it for a moment before
whispering in her ear. “Do I make you wet?”
“Oh, oh,” Buffy gasped, when
his tongue ran along her ear. She rocked forward, pressing her heat against his
burgeoning erection.
“It’s simple, love,” Spike
whispered. His hands slipped under her shirt and let his fingertips slide along
her spine. “It’s a yes or no question.” He slipped his hands along the sides of
her breasts, stopping them just short of her nipples. She quivered and leaned
her forehead against his.
“Yes, you make me wet,”
Buffy panted then attacked his mouth. The kiss was frantic and needy. He pulled
her closer until she was sitting on his hardness. She began to rock back and
forth and he slid down a little to give them both more friction. “I want you.”
Where could he take her? She
wanted him. He wanted her. They were both of age. He just needed to figure out
where. The bathroom? No, that wasn’t any place for someone’s first time to be.
One of the bedrooms? There was too much chance of getting caught. His car? It
was too far away. Shit, he needed to think. How could he when she was squirming
around on top of him. Her lips and teeth attacking that spot under his ear in
alternating sensations that was making him moan. When did he start making
noises? Buffy was making him feel like it was his first time, too.
Spike decided that Lindsey’s
father’s den with the nice plush carpet and the big fireplace on one side would
do just nicely. Hopefully the door had a lock on it. He stood up while still
holding her. Her legs wrapped around him. He saw something flash through the
window and turned to find out what it was.
“Oh, bloody hell,” he
muttered when he saw a police car coming to a stop in the driveway. “You said
your father is the sheriff, right?”
“What?” Buffy said. She
looked over her shoulder. “Oh, my god, it
is my father.”
She hopped down and started
to right her clothes. He helped her then turned her toward the door.
“Go on,” Spike said. “I’ll
be out in a minute.” He watched her leave then looked down.
telltale bulge in my jeans so your father doesn’t know I’m trying to shag your
brains out and kill me for it.