I just don’t understand the whole aspect of choices. Either way you’re going to lose. While some want you to choose one thing, others want you to choose the opposite. It’s like you’re being set up for failure. At least from others’ perspectives. I think the only person who matters in a choice is you. You’re making it. You’re going to suffer the consequences or the praises when you make the choice.
We’re all given choices in life and sometimes we regret them and other times we feel grateful we made that choice. But that’s a part of growing up. We get one life, and along the way we make mistakes and we mess up and we struggle. We have these grand ideas that sometimes turn into epic failures and we have choices we have to make. It’s not always the outcome, it’s the fact that we make them. That’s what makes it so beautiful.
We use our heads and our hearts and we have options. That’s what life is. It’s options. We can only choose one and the one we choose we have to live with. I believe everything happens for a reason. You might see it in that moment, but you will at some point.
I don’t know why bad things happen to good people. But what I do know and believe in is that God only gives us things he knows we’re capable of handling. What we do with it? Now that’s totally up to us.
As I started to close the car door, I feel arms wrap around me and I scream. Spinning around in his arms, I smack him. “Ryder, you scared the shit out of me!”
“Sarah Elizabeth Thompson,” Ryder said, shocked. “Did you just swear?”
Smacking him and pushing him away, I said, “You are such a smartass!”
Letting out a chuckle, he said, “Don’t you know it! Have you seen Gabe?”
“No,” I said, shaking my head. “He’s probably just running late.” I lowered my voice. “Have you seen Taylor?”
Ryder shook his head. “Nope.”
“Ryder?”
“Yeah?”
“Are you okay?” I whispered.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” he said as he waved his hand. “Don’t sweat it, Sar-bear.”
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I kissed his cheek.
Tilting his head, Ryder asked, “What was that for?”
As I shrugged my shoulders, I said, “It’s just I know I haven’t been here for you. I’ve been with Gabe a lot and I just wanted to—”
“Don’t you dare,” Ryder commanded. “Don’t, Sarah.” Quickly. he wrapped me in his arms. “I love you and I’m so proud and happy that you’re with Gabe.” He paused. “That you’re finally happy.”
Smiling into his chest, I whispered, “Thanks, Ryder.”
“Don’t mention it, babe,” Ryder said as he kissed the top of my head.
“Now I know you’re not kissing my girl,” Gabe joked from behind me.
“Yeah, I am. What are you going to do about it?” Ryder joked back.
Stopping in front of us, Gabe playfully smacked Ryder on the back of his head.
“Ow, dude!” Ryder said as he placed his hand on the back of his head. “Be careful of the cap, you asshole.”
Chuckling, Gabe grabbed ahold of me by my waist. “Come here, gorgeous.”
Pulling me hard to him, I placed my hands on his chest and looked up.
Looking down at me, Gabe winked. “Hi.”
Smiling up at him, I said, “Hi back.”
“Oh my God, get me a barf bag. Y’all are disgusting. Ya know that, right?” Ryder said as he pretended to throw up.
Chuckling into Gabe’s chest, I rested my head against him. Right now all I wanted to do was cuddle up in my boyfriend’s arms. Releasing a moan of content, I closed my eyes and inhaled his cologne. The deep musky smell that I related to Gabe Prescott.
“I love your little moans,” Gabe whispered into my hair.
“Oh yeah?” I murmured back.
“Mm hmm,” he groaned. He lowered his head to my ear. “It makes me think of when I’m buried deep inside your tight, wet little * and I move in and out, fucking you. Feeling every single inch of you tighten up around my cock.”
Feeling my stomach warm and my * tighten, I let out a breathy moan.
“Mmm, fuck, I want to be buried inside of you right now, Sarah. You have no idea,” Gabe groaned.
I could feel him growing harder against my belly and I needed him. I didn’t care where, but I needed him.
Looking up at him, I breathlessly said, “I need you, Gabe.”
“Now?” he asked, as he raised his eyebrows, a little shocked.
“Mm hmm,” I moaned.
Unwrapping me from his arms, Gabe grabbed my hand. “Follow me,” he commanded.
He was walking so fast that I had to jog behind him. He was in such a hurry and I started to giggle out of pure excitement. I felt like a little kid on Christmas. “Where are we going?” I asked.
“You’ll see,” Gabe said as he opened a door.
Realizing we were in the boy’s locker room, I smiled.
As Gabe released my hand, he turned on the lights and spun me around.
I knew my face was flushed and I couldn’t believe how wet my thong was. I could feel my wetness dripping down my legs.
“I’m not going to fuck you,” Gabe said.
Opening my mouth and closing it a few times, I begged, “Why?”
With a smirk appearing on his gorgeous face, Gabe reached into his pocket and pulled something out. “I want you to wear these,” he said as he handed me a pair of panties.
“I’m wearing a thong, Gabe,” I said as I took the black laced panties he offered.