Against the Rules (Even The Score #4)

30. willow

CHAPTER 30

WILLOW

TORN FAbrIC

I had an incredibly valid reason to kiss King.

As ridiculous as he could be, he still kissed like a champ. And I was still a sucker for it.

The rain heightened my senses, a million tiny pinpricks across my skin, King’s mouth was slick against mine. His hands dropped to my waist, locking his arms around me. The more he touched me, the more he kissed me, the more I melted .

He hoisted me in the air, and I could barely think, much less understand what the hell was going on, until he pushed me against the side of his truck,

"Goddamn, I missed you," he muttered against my lips. "I know it’s not enough to make up for everything but it’s the truth and I missed you so fucking much." He tightened his hold on me, kissing me until I couldn’t breathe. "I’m so sorry—god fucking dammit—I missed you."

"Say you’re sorry again," I breathed out.

"I’m sorry," he whispered along the curve of my mouth, kissing me hard. "I’m sorry," he repeated, kissing my jaw. "I’m sorry, Angel, I’m so sorry," he said along my throat.

Oh, my god.

I knotted my fingers through his hair. "We can forget everything and start over. No expectations from the beginning. Just sex. If one of us catches feelings, we stop."

He froze. "We stop?"

"We stop."

"Willow?" He pulled back. "I already caught feelings."

Oh.

This wasn’t how the romcoms did it. In those, you said you weren’t going to catch feelings, and even if you already had feelings, you were supposed to bury those deep, deep under rubble until a third act reveal. It wasn’t supposed to fling out mid-conversation.

Blushing, I had no idea what to say and I couldn’t read the expression on King’s face.

"You just want to fuck?" he finally asked.

This wasn’t like the romcoms at all. King was hurt. I could see how much the idea stung.

"You stayed up nights with me, you made me playlists, you sent me good morning texts because you want my dick? That’s it? That’s all? "

Shaking his head, King didn’t just press me against the truck, he took up my space until he was two inches away from me. Water dripped down his face, curling along his jaw, and his eyes smoldered with a new determination that made my heart pound.

"I don’t believe it. I don’t believe you."

I swallowed. Hard.

"You like me. Not as much as I like you, but you wouldn’t kiss me like that after everything if you didn’t like me too. You’re into me. I know it."

His fingers touched my chin, tilting me to look at him. Into those intense eyes, demanding an answer.

"King…"

"Say it."

Fuck.

"I—I wasn’t looking for anything serious?—"

"Now you have something serious. Say. It."

My one word was a whisper. " Fine. "

"Fine, what?"

"I’m into you, too," I admitted.

"That’s fucking right, Angel," he breathed out and dipped down to my neck again, finally picking up the pace with the kissing. There was a deep rumble in his chest, all pleasure, and it vibrated against my skin, sending shivers through my body.

It was hard to think straight with him stroking me and touching me, leaving me aching for more.

One moment, we were in the rain, the next, he was yanking open the door and I found myself in the warmth of his truck, sitting on his lap, my shirt halfway up, so turned on I couldn’t breathe. All my attention was on him. Every time he kissed me, I did everything to let it linger, to kiss him a little longer.

His kisses left my lips, traveling from my mouth to my jaw, inching their way up to my ear, until his rasp slammed into me like a train.

"I want your virginity."

The blush burned.

His hands settled on my hips and he held me still while he leaned back, panting as hard as I was.

"If this is how I keep you around, I’ll do it. I want to be your first. I want to be your only. I want to make you cum so hard, no one else can satisfy you. I want you crawling back for more. I want to fuck you up."

The ripples of pleasure, were now a fucking ocean, crashing into me.

"Are you on birth control?"

"I—um—no." I shook my head, embarrassed. "It’s free on campus if you take a class but they canceled my class?—"

"Why didn’t you ask me for the fucking money?"

In his truck in a random parking lot, I was doubly embarrassed and turned on and even more embarrassed. I thought about asking while we were texting, but I didn’t know how to talk to him about vaginismus back then, much less birth control.

"I don’t have any condoms on me," he muttered. "They’re all back in my dorm."

"Condoms irritate me. I tense up with them. That’s why I’m super adamant about testing?—"

"You want me to fuck you without a condom and no birth control?"

Oh, god. He was right.

Shit.

He grabbed my jaw, forcing my focus back on him. "I’m not pulling out."

My mouth dried.

Fuck, I want that.

"Plan B?" I managed.

"Plan B."

I struggled to take a deep breath. "It’s okay?—"

"It’s not okay," he muttered and pulled my skirt over my thighs until it pooled at my hips, and the only barrier left was my panties. "Tell me to stop and I’ll stop."

" No ."

"It’s been a long time."

"I don’t care ."

"Willow, I want to be gentle, I don’t know if I can be—I’m not the right guy for this."

"I want you to be my first."

His hand left my hip and he wrapped his fingers along the part of my panties that covered my slit, eyes on mine. There was a hard tug at the strings and a sharp ripping sound before… holy shit. In seconds, he snapped them, tearing the fabric.

My mouth fell open, blood pounding in my ears.

"Willow, tell me to fucking stop."

" No, " I blurted out, going for the button of his jeans.

He kissed me again, hard and desperate, gripping the back of my head, until a brisk knock echoed from the window.