Against the Rules (Even The Score #4)

49. willow

CHAPTER 49

WILLOW

THE GREAT WALL OF PILLOWS

My mouth fell open. " This is how you want to talk? "

King was beating himself off, in only a towel, his hair slicked back, groaning my name.

It was…the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

He shoved himself off the bed, panting hard. He hadn’t dried himself well enough. His shoulder muscles gleamed in the lamplight. "What? No. " He stared back at me, chest heaving. "What—what are you doing in my room? How did you get in?"

"This is my room."

" What? "

My eyes dropped. His cock was so hard, it pushed through the towel, and he had to awkwardly hold the towel away to try and keep me from seeing.

"Yeah." I swallowed. "This is my room."

"No, that’s not possible. It’s my room."

Walking backwards, I slipped my key in the card reader. It unlocked instantly. Then I motioned to my suitcase in the closet. I only grabbed stuff for the show, I didn’t get a chance to unpack yet.

"What the—June gave me the key."

"Kassie and I were supposed to bunk together, but she said June switched with her, last minute." Goosebumps pebbled my skin. "Someone mixed this up."

"You’re fucking with me."

"No."

Neither of us moved from our respective positions, a healthy distance away from each other, like the tension wasn’t as thick as the steam from the shower.

"Were you close?" I asked, my voice soft.

"I can’t do this tonight." He gathered up his clothes and made his way to the bathroom. A harsh laugh burst out of him. "There’s no way. I’d fuck you like an animal. Sorry, my head’s not—" He stopped by the door. "I’m getting another room."

I couldn’t do anything but nod, slowly slipping my wig off and unbraiding my hair.

I was so turned on, everything was a haze. King left with his duffel bag over his shoulder, but that didn’t change anything. I ran the shower again, heart pounding.

King jerked himself off in the bed I was supposed to sleep in.

My fingers slipped between my thighs and I drew in a sharp breath. I was so wet, my thighs were slick to the touch, and that had nothing to do with the shower.

The card reader beeped again.

My eyes darted to the curtain as footsteps walked to the door. Footsteps I recognized, footsteps I could’ve pinpointed in a crowd.

He knocked against the bathroom door. "Hey."

I tried to slow my breathing. King could tell if my nipples were hard without even seeing them. I was afraid if I opened my mouth, he would know what I’d been up to.

"They’re sold out," he said carefully. "Every hotel around here is sold out. The guy at the front desk asked if I knew there was a football event going on."

It was meant to be a joke, but I could barely breathe, much less laugh.

"June’s not answering. It’s already late, and I need to be on the bus tomorrow." I could taste his hesitation in the air. "I grabbed pillows from the lobby. We’ll have a wall between us."

"Okay," I managed.

I dried off, heart racing. Sleeping in the same bed as King. Okay. No big deal. People slept in beds together all the time.

My pajamas were just a tank top and some gray shorts, no sexy lingerie, but I still lingered in the bathroom, pulling my hair into braids to sleep in, washing my face for too long, lotioning my already lotioned legs, before I was brave enough to go to bed.

King was laying down, his eyes trained on the ceiling. He glanced at me and stared for a beat too long before his eyes shot back to the ceiling.

With a slow breath, I slipped into the other side of the bed, skin tingling with every brush of the blanket.

Then…what? Sleep?

That was laughable.

King flipped off the lights and it was silent for a long moment.

I cleared my throat. "What were you thinking about?"

"Go to sleep."

I couldn’t. The show I played for was amazing. The crowd asked for an encore of Mean Motherfucker, Kassie downed enough shots to finally dance with me, we spent more than ten dollars in the cute photo booths, it was an incredible night. But that was literally the last thing on my mind while King was so close.

"What if we took the bedroom in shifts?" I whispered. "I get five minutes, you get five minutes."

His side of the bed creaked.

"Then we’re fine and we can actually go to sleep," I finished, flustered.

"We could jerk off together."

King’s suggestion made my heart stop. That was probably a really, really bad idea, but the part of my brain used for decision-making skills had clocked out for the night. While the part for base animal instincts had a fresh pot of coffee ready to go. My fingers twitched along the blankets.

"Fuck it," I breathed out. "Let’s do it."

King was faster than I was, shoving at the pillows until I could see him again, through the darkness. Oh, he was too pretty. His dark eyes were on me while he drew out his cock, already pumping it in his fist.

We were jumping right in.

"This is going to work," he muttered under his breath. "This has to work."

I didn’t know what he was talking about, but hell yes it was going to work. My fingers went between my thighs and I stroked my clit while I watched him. Heavy breaths tore from my lungs. A quick and dirty orgasm, that was all I needed.

Get that, go to bed.

Barely a minute passed before I rushed towards my peak. I didn’t even have the desire to savor it. I wanted it done with. I wanted to go to sleep . I groaned into my climax and watched while King grunted, cumming into his fist, dripping down to his bare skin where his shirt was pulled up.

Except when I came, barreling towards the orgasm, there was?—

Nothing?

My body pulsed with the release, but the release of goddamn what? My patience? I stared, shocked. A ruined orgasm. My own . No relief whatsoever, just that empty feeling.

"Goddammit, I fucking knew it," King muttered, shoving himself up.

My mouth fell open. "What the hell? "

"What?" He glanced over his shoulder, breathing heavily. "You too?"

"There’s no—no?—"

He nodded in acknowledgment.

I couldn’t believe how nonchalant he was. What kind of bullshit happened? I was supposed to be lying on a fluffy cloud of bliss, not twisted up in horny, bad decisions!

"I need to cum," I said, feeling more than a little fucking crazy. "What do we do?"

"Nothing."

" Nothing?! "

"If you try rubbing one out again, nothing happens. You’ll just get more pissed off."

I pushed up on my elbow. "You did this to me."

"Woah, hold on. This is your fault. This shit didn’t happen to me until you came here."

"We have to do something."

"Fucking good luck,"

"We can’t do nothing! "

"If you have a solution, I’d love to hear it."

I felt more and more insane, but I couldn’t do anything about that because something needed to happen. I couldn’t go back to sleep like my whole body wasn’t a metal wire, waiting for lightning to strike.

"We need to have sex," I blurted out.

"Willow," he snapped. "Does it look like I’m in control right now?"

King pushed off the bed and grabbed tissues from the nightstand, cleaning the cum off his muscles and the wisps of dark curls above his cock, still hard. God, it had a thick curve that made my mouth water just looking at him.

"Who gives a shit?!" I demanded. "Fuck me!"

"Go to therapy. "

I stared at him, mouth agape.

"You have vaginismus, Willow, it’s not a death sentence. Yeah, sex is more difficult, so what?" King threw the covers back to get into bed. "There’s treatment. Go get some!"

The blush burned so hot on my skin, it felt like my face was on fire. "Fuck you."

"I know you’re scared to talk about it, but it’s the same thing with your parent’s divorce and it’s the same thing with your music. You’re so afraid to talk about shit?—"

"Oh, yeah?" I scoffed, ignoring exactly how right King was and how easily he read me. How exposed he left me. "Guess what?" I leaned over the remaining pillows. "You’re so afraid of disappointing people, you’re stuck. You’re in a fake relationship you don’t want to be in again, you drive a truck you hate, you?—"

King grabbed my arm and yanked me forward. I tumbled down to him with a yelp before he pulled me in for a kiss.

Oh, fuck.

My fingers immediately went to his hair as I curved towards him, pulsing between my legs, desperate for that bolt of electricity King kept providing. His lips molded against mine, and there was his tongue?—

He shoved me off. "Stay on your side of the pillows."

Goddammit.

I grabbed one of them and smacked his chest. "I am so tired of you."

"I’m taking your ass to therapy," he retorted, twisting it out of my grasp. "If I find a place open tomorrow, I’m dragging you there."

"As if you’d get the test run."

"I’ll remember that when I’m balls deep inside of you."

"Fuck. You."

"You fucking wish."

I shot a look at the Great Wall of Pillows while King stacked them back together, resisting the urge to scream into one.