Crashing Hearts (Pine Valley College #2)

10. Skylar

CHAPTER 10

SKYLAR

S lamming my car door shut, I grip the wheel as my chest heaves. The desire I feel is so strong, I’m almost shaking from it.

My hand covers my heart, which is crashing inside my chest, and goose bumps cover my skin, even the slightest brush of air making me shudder. My cock is also hard and uncomfortable in my pants.

I am so turned on, it’s not even funny, all from playing with him, wrestling him . . . almost kissing him.

Leaning back with a groan, I wipe my sweaty face with my shirt. My eyes shut as I remember the sight of him below me, the pressure of his hands gripping mine like a lifeline, and the way his lips parted . . .

My fingers drift along my lips, feeling the warmth of his skin. I’ve kissed a lot of people, but none have affected me like this, and that was only on the nose. What will it be like when I really kiss him?

I think Bones might actually destroy me.

I might act like I’m in control of this game between us, but he has all the power. One word, one look from him and I would be on my knees, begging for more. I can’t let him know how easy it would be for him to destroy me.

He drives me fucking crazy.

I stayed away two whole days. It was torture, and now I’m this close to what I want.

I have to stop myself from going back in there, flipping him onto the mat again, and taking what I want. Patience , I remind myself. If I rush this, I’ll lose him, and I’m playing for keeps, not for a night.

I can’t hold back this desire, though, so I shove my pants down, freeing my rock-hard dick.

Gripping my length in my fist, I stroke myself with hard, rough movements, imagining his tattooed knuckles wrapped around me.

Pressing my face into my shirt to muffle my moans, I thrust into my hand, which is practically his since he held it. My eyes are squeezed tightly shut as I remember the hard play of his muscles below me and how the gi parted to tease me with glimpses of toned, tattooed skin.

I bellow into my shirt as hot ropes of cum pour from me, my orgasm ripping through my body. I’m panting and shaking as I slump back into my seat, all my energy depleted.

Despite my release, red-hot desire still rolls through me, hardening me once more. Turning my head, I pick up my phone and open the call list. I could call any of them and fuck them all night to relieve this pressure, but there is just one thing—they aren’t Bones.

They won’t satisfy me, and it will be like fucking a cheap imitation of him.

Dropping my phone, I look back at the gym for a moment before I fasten my pants and turn on my engine.

No, I’m not fucking around anymore. I’m saving myself for him—the one I really want.

It doesn’t take me too long to get home, and I pull my car into the underground parking garage. My bike is next to it, and my second car is on the other side. Alek said both were a waste of money, but he’s one to talk because his Skyline is his baby.

That’s what we have in common, our love for engines.

Besides, I have the money. I came from nothing, and I know hunger more than I know the feeling of being full, so when I actually started to have money, I treated it like gold and barely spent it, knowing how quickly everything could change. Eventually, that edge of panic lessened, and I started to spend it like it was nothing, high on the feeling of it. Maybe I went overboard, but I can afford it, and I deserve it after everything I’ve endured to get here.

The beep as my car locks follows me as I stroll through the well-lit garage to the private underground elevator. This one is closest to my spaces and only goes up to my floor. It might seem extreme, but what can I say? I like to play.

I scan my keycard and shoot up so fast, my ears pop. I have to scan my key again, and the doors open right into my apartment. Stepping out onto the wood floor, I drop my shirt near the door before kicking off my shoes and putting them away. I hang my keys up on the board and pass the burning fire. The city is spread out to my left, the floor-to-ceiling two-story windows letting in light. There is a seating area to the left and a dining table to my right, but in the center is my pride and joy.

My original 1956 Aston Martin Dbr1 is on a podium. It was a bastard to get up here, but it looks damn good in my living room. Smirking, I imagine all the ways I could bend Bones over it before I have to rearrange my cock and head through the open doorway to the kitchen. I grab a cold water and down it as I move up the wooden, winding staircase to the second story.

There are five bedrooms up here. I turned one into a game room, another into a cinema, and then two spare rooms and my room. I head to the open door at the end, past the en suite with a steam room and sauna, and stand before the city view, sipping my water.

I should shower and head to bed. I need to be up early for work, but I stare outside, wondering where he is.

I know I won’t settle down until I know he got home okay, so I give in to my needs and pull out my phone.

Skylar: You can’t get out of our deal now, beautiful.

He doesn’t reply, and I glance from my phone to the city before thumbing out another message.

Skylar: Did you get home okay?

He doesn’t reply immediately, and I toss my phone to my custom-sized bed before stripping and hitting the button for the shower. I hurry through it, and with my towel wrapped around my waist, I grab my phone again. There are a million other texts, but not from the person I want.

Skylar: I will just keep annoying you until you reply. Did you get home okay?

Skylar: I can do this all night, baby.

Bones: FFS.

Bones: Yes. I’m home. Now leave me alone.

Grinning, I flop back on my bed, holding my phone above my head with a goofy grin.

Skylar: Why would I ever want to do that?

Skylar: Are you in bed? Can I see?

Bones: In your dreams.

Skylar: Oh, it definitely will be. I’ve been imagining what you wear to bed. I have this weird fascination with it being silk.

Bones: That sounds like your kink. I wear nothing.

He’s replying to me! He’s actually talking to me.

Bones: Now go to sleep, Skylar. I hear racing starts early.

Turning over, I almost giggle before grabbing my phone again, shocked that he cares that much to find out.

Skylar: How would you know? Have you been asking Alek about me? If you want to know anything, you ask, baby. I’ll tell you anything you want.

Bones: I don’t want to know anything.

I raise my brows, pouting as I go to send a message, when another comes through.

Bones: Where were you before you saw me tonight? A hot date?

Bones: Never mind, forget I asked. I don’t care.

My heart nearly explodes. Oh, he fucking cares. Is that jealousy? Why does it make me want to throw a fucking party? Bones might act like he hates me, but he cared enough to ask.

Skylar: Jealous if I was? It could be you if you weren’t playing so hard to get.

Bones: Like I said, I don’t care. Forget I asked.

Biting back my grin, I turn over. My towel falls off, and the cold AC blows across my ass as I kick my feet like a schoolgirl and I hurry to text him back.

Skylar: I wasn’t on a date. Haven’t been on one since I met you. All I see is you.

I admit it without reservation. I might have unsuccessfully tried to fuck him out of my system when I was drunk, wishing they were all him, but he’s all I want, and I realized it very quickly.

Bones: I don’t fucking care. Fuck anyone you want. Oh wait, you already do. You’re a man whore.

Skylar: Keep being mean to me, baby, and I’ll fall in love with you.

Bones: Masochist.

Skylar: You love it, otherwise you wouldn’t be replying. You wouldn’t be asking. You wouldn’t have wanted me to kiss you earlier.

Skylar: We both know how this will end, beautiful—with you on your back under me. Just accept it.

Bones: Who said I would be the one on my back?

Jesus fucking Christ.

I am so in love with this boy already.

Skylar: Now how am I supposed to sleep with an image like that in my mind?

Sliding back to my headboard, I lean against it and snap a picture of my legs with the cityscape in the background. I’m careful not to show my cock. If I push him too hard, he’ll close up again.

I quickly send it and wait. A minute or so later, my phone vibrates in my hand, his message popping up.

Bones: Why the fuck are you naked?

Bones: Actually, it doesn’t even surprise me. I hope your balls shrivel.

I burst into laughter before I hit reply.

Skylar: My balls are fine, don’t worry, beautiful. I can show you if you want.

Bones: Do not fucking dare.

Skylar: Fine, I’ll behave.

Skylar: Now it’s your turn, baby. Give me something or I’ll be up all night wondering. You don’t want to be the reason I crash tomorrow, do you?

Bones: You’re a fucking asshole.

Skylar: I’m waiting, beautiful. I can wait all night if I have to.

There are a few minutes of silence, and then my phone vibrates in my hand. I navigate to it, ignoring everything else, and my heart fucking explodes at the picture.

He’s flipping me off, the camera pointed at the city through his windows, his legs covered by a black blanket. I stare at the picture longer than I should, since it’s just his legs and nothing more, and I try to work out his location using the window.

Bones: Now fuck off. I’m going to sleep. If you wake me up with another message, I’ll never speak to you again.

Skylar: Mean. Goodnight, beautiful. Dream of me.

I know he’s serious, so I put my phone down on the wireless charger, not wanting to ruin this between us. I turn off the notifications on everything like normal before going into my settings and changing it so only his messages and calls will come through—just in case.