Against the Rules (Even The Score #4)

13. willow

CHAPTER 13

WILLOW

INVOLUNTARY MUSCLE SPASM

The first day at Marrs University was going about as well as I should’ve expected. Stuck in a storage closet with a silent football player while the two of us scrolled through our own nudes, deleting them as quickly as possible.

"There has to be a faster way to do this," he muttered.

"There isn’t," I replied. He grunted and I answered his question without needing to hear it. "Yeah, I’ve done this before. You’re not the first man to see my tits."

He wasn’t the first man I sent nudes to and all those experiences ended the same bitter way. Me blocking them when it inevitably didn’t work out in the bedroom because I was defective. After King, I was sure it’d be like that again. And again. And again.

King clicked another video and heavy panting filled the air.

" Fuck, Angel— " he rasped over the phone, his voice husky. " Show me. Let me see how wet my girl ? — "

He shut off the phone and goosebumps ran over my body.

"How do I turn the volume down?" King finally asked.

I swallowed. "Button on the right."

He didn’t say anything else, and we continued deleting videos and images. There were so many of them, I was embarrassed for my past self. How did I have the time to send all of these?

Movement caught my eye. I could see what King was deleting, a video of him, his face out of the shot while he pushed his cock through his fist, drawing out the motion for me. It was muted but I could’ve recited the words in the video.

" Look how hard you have me, Angel. "

My eyes flickered to King’s. He was gazing down at my phone. At a video of me tugging on my bra, showing off for him.

Our eyes met and we froze. Caught in the act.

We glanced away.

The two of us were too close in the storage closet. It was hard to think beyond this.

" Hey, Tattoos… " My teasing voice called from the phone in King’s hand.

He frowned. "The volume’s not working."

"Press the button."

"I am pressing the button."

" I can’t wait to see you… " my voice continued.

"You’re supposed to be deleting your photos," I muttered, annoyed.

"Your phone did this, I didn’t."

"Uh-huh. Sure."

"The app’s glitching," he insisted.

" You don’t know how excited I am… " I admitted over the video.

A blush crossed my face, but the audio didn’t stop there, no matter how many times King clicked the buttons.

" Thank you for the presents. Wearing them for you. "

I knew exactly what video that was. The one from this morning where I showed off what he bought me. The rose pink bra and panty set. It came in a cute package with a bouquet of flowers. I promised to wear them today and…

There wasn’t nearly enough space between us. I looked up at him, but he was already gazing at me. He was supposed to turn away. Supposed to start deleting again so we could leave the closet.

But his dark eyes drifted down my face, my neck, resting on my breasts. I was wearing a shirt but that didn’t matter. I'd never felt so exposed.

I moved to cross my arms over my chest and King took a deep breath.

"Willow?"

My heart thrummed. "Yes?"

"Are you…?"

Are you wearing what we both know you’re wearing?

The blush was hot. "I—I?—"

"Are you wearing them?"

Against all reason, I nodded.

I couldn’t leave his gaze and he kept drinking me in.

Slowly, King reached over and curled two fingers under my shirt, not touching me. Only the fabric. He tugged me closer.

Blood pounded in my ears as the distance between us disappeared entirely. I couldn’t think of what to say. Nothing. The only thing I could think of was how I sent a video of the set and King said he couldn’t wait to see them in person.

"Did you wear them for me?"

I nodded again.

His fingers were slow along the buttons of my shirt. With each new inch of skin uncovered, King’s eyes darkened as he unwrapped me like a present.

My nipples ached under my bra.

His fingers met my side, stroking me. The second he touched me— really touched me—all my senses heightened to exactly what he was doing. Running his fingertips along my skin. He stilled at the waistline of my skirt, then slipped it down a little to see.

The moment he saw the panties he released a breath. His jaw tightened.

Everything else seemed so unimportant. I wanted him .

"Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you?" he rasped.

With a slight shake of his head, King dipped down and captured my lips for a kiss that made time stop.

Relief.

Instant, aching relief. When King kissed me, it was everything I’d been looking for. The kind of kisses where you can’t do anything but lock yourself together, hellbent on getting fucking relief .

My skirt must’ve been yanked off at some point, my shirt, thrown somewhere, and I did my best to take his off until he finally pulled it over his head so I could see him. I had seconds to appreciate the muscle and the black ink snaking up his body before he kissed me again. Impatient, hungry kisses, making up for lost time, as he unclasped my bra.

King pushed away one of the cleaning carts and backed me against the wall. The only sound in the maintenance closet was our heavy pants, music to my ears.

Tell him .

I froze, fumbling with the kiss. King didn’t know. I had to tell him. I was going to tell him, and now, there was literally no time.

I broke away. "King?—"

With his hand wrapped around the side of my throat, he kissed my neck, teasing me with his tongue until I almost buckled to the ground. Every time his teeth grazed my skin, I could barely keep standing, much less?—

Tell him!

"You’re keeping your panties on," he growled. "I want to push them to the side when I fuck you."

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as my fingers found his hair for something to hold on to. I wanted to fuck him so badly, the need vibrated my body. Something only he could satisfy.

King shrugged down his pants and his cock nudged between my legs. There was no fucking way—it was that big. My eyes widened. I couldn’t believe it and I’d seen it on camera. But there was a huge difference between watching Titanic on my phone and seeing an ocean liner in person.

He pulled my panties to the side, chuckling with pleasure. "You’re so wet."

TELL HIM!

The head of his cock prodded between my legs, and I winced hard against the wall.

"King, wait. "

We froze. He took a long look between us, me, gasping for breath, and him, with his pants shrugged down, before he released me and stepped back. The wild look in his eyes melted away until he was…Tattoos. No— King . King, who stared at me in shock.

"What the fuck?" he whispered. "I almost fucked you raw."

I touched my throat, still trying to breathe. "King?—"

"I was going to cum inside you. Did you get on birth control yet? I didn’t even ask."

"Um—not yet—I’m so sorry—I was going to tell you at the pizza place—and I was going to text you but I—I couldn’t figure out how to…I have—um—vaginismus."

His eyebrows knitted in confusion.

In my unsuccessful attempts, I never had the conversation face to face. It was always over text. I never had to say out loud— sorry! My pussy doesn’t work!

"It’s a medical condition—an involuntary muscle spasm during intercourse. My vagina doesn’t—um—work."

"Doesn’t…work?"

"I’ve—I’ve tried with other guys and…" My laugh was high-pitched and so fake. "Nothing goes in! But?—"

"You’re a virgin?"

"I’m like…a virgin times a hundred. Next level virgin."

King didn’t say anything. His cock was still hard, but I had no idea what that meant because his facial expression didn’t exactly line up with him being cool with any of this.

He took a deep breath. "But your songs?—"

"It’s all an act. I watch old romcoms and write lyrics off them. And…I’m really attracted to you," I said, my voice small. "More than I’ve ever been attracted to anyone, ever. But you’re also…so sweet and so considerate and I feel so good when I talk to you. I’ve never felt comfortable with anyone else. With you, I feel like…this could work. I—I trust you."

He shifted on his back leg, watching me.

"I just need you to shove it in for the first time."

"What? Shove? "

I nodded, embarrassed.

"Like…? That’d be painful?"

"I mean, it depends on—um—" Don’t lie to him. "It’ll be painful for me. Not for you. I’ll be so quiet, you won’t even notice."

I had no idea what he was thinking. All I knew was King was the one person in the world I wanted to give my virginity to. Not just cross it off a list and be done with it.

He tugged up his pants and reached for his shirt.

I swallowed. "King?"

My heart sank. This wasn’t like one of the other hookups who I nervously let upstairs and inevitably kicked out. I liked King. But it was only too obvious he was getting his things to go. The embarrassment was overwhelming.

I folded my arms over my chest. "Um…we don’t have to have full sex. I really like you. We can do other stuff."

"No, Willow."

"I don’t know anyone here. We could…be friends…?"

"No."

Oh, god .

I couldn’t even look at him while he reached for his phone to show me his screen. I hurried to brush away tears.

"My password’s five-two-three-three." When I didn’t take the phone from him, he placed it on the cart. "Delete the pictures. Block my number. You can leave my phone in my locker, they have our names on them."

The door closed behind him.

Finally alone, I couldn’t keep back the waterworks, I reached for his phone, fumbling with the passcode.

Time to delete all the evidence that I existed to him at all.