8. Tru
CHAPTER 8
TRU
T ears burned the back of my eyes so hard I thought my mascara was actually bleeding into my line of sight.
It wasn’t.
It was just Vaughan being himself.
I mean, why was I even surprised to see him with some girl and watching me while he kissed her?
It was like he purposely wanted me to feel pain and rejection with a giant cherry on top called humiliation.
I didn’t even know what to say when he asked about the threesome because I knew he did it to be cruel. All I had was another door slammed in my face while he had some girl whose name he wouldn’t even remember tomorrow plastered across his gorgeous body.
No. I couldn’t think that way.
I couldn’t think of him as gorgeous because then I’d think about all the other memories, and I’d just want to punch something. I wasn’t even sure how I was able to lay down in bed. I didn’t make a sound, but they did.
All I could focus on was her laughter, his laughter, and her moans against the wall that brought memories I didn’t want to think about. Tears slid down my cheeks. We didn’t even love each other; we didn’t belong to each other.
And the truth was, we never did.
I was just another game to Vaughan Aires, and in the end, he didn’t just win; he dominated.
I wiped the tears and turned on my side, facing the wall where he was currently screwing his new whore. I wanted to curse him and kick his ass from here to the next planet.
I closed my eyes and exhaled, feeling it everywhere—from my buzzing fingers to my tingling toes.
I was done.
The war between us was over, and I’d barely made it a week.
“You. Win,” I said out loud.
My only goal was to tutor him and stay unscathed. I knew I could do it. Tomorrow was a fresh day, and I would start it differently.
I’d be nice.
Cordial even.
I’d be the perfect stranger, just an insignificant memory from his past.
You win. I repeated it in my head.
I gave up.
I surrendered.
I conceded.
After all, the pain…
Was too much.
Vaughan
I hated everything and everyone, including the girl trying to stay the night in my room. She was a lingerer and kept asking question after question.
“Can I use your shower?”
Sure, whatever.
“Can I borrow a shirt?”
Why did they always want to steal your clothes?
“I like your toothpaste.”
The fuck?
“I think we’re a good match.”
Smile, just smile.
“You know…”
No, I actually didn’t, nor would I ever care.
I needed to rip the Band-Aid off, so I stated, “This was fun, but you need to go home now.”
We never actually had sex, which was a first for me. We made out for a bit, but the chick was a moaner, and I barely grazed her tit. I wasn’t much for theatrics, and most of the time, if they put on a show before I even touched them, it was an automatic hell no. I just wanted her to leave so I could crash or stare at the shared wall with Tru.
Fucking Tru.
It was all her fault that I couldn’t seal the deal, and I was beyond pissed about it. This wasn’t the first time she cockblocked me, and for some reason, I knew it wouldn’t be the last. Not when she lived in the room next to me, and not when she was tutoring me, and not when I had to see her face every damn day.
“And then I thought, why not go on a date later this weekend and?—”
“No.” I jumped out of bed. “I don’t do dates.”
Her eyebrows drew in close to her nose in confusion. “I thought we had?—”
“We had something I like to call passing the time.” I opened my bedroom door, showing her the way with my finger.
“Asshole,” she muttered under her breath.
“Yeah,” I agreed. “Tell your friends!”
The slamming front door was like a deep tissue massage as I grabbed my towel and walked toward the bathroom to take a quick shower. I turned it on, hoping like hell the cold water would drown out the thoughts in my mind.
Visions of Tru bent over the bed as I slammed into her.
Tru on the dresser and me on my knees, spreading her legs apart and devouring her.
Tru riding my cock while I watched her tits bounce as I gripped her thighs so fucking hard, wanting to mark her.
I was under the shower in seconds, trying to wash away the images of her. Before I knew it, I leaned my arm against the wall. My face rested against it as the cold water ran over my head and down my entire body. I closed my eyes while my hand found my throbbing hard cock.
I needed some release, but I couldn’t go there with whatever the hell her name was, so I did the only thing I could.
I stroked myself while picturing nothing but the feel of Tru’s tight pussy wrapped around my dick.
The way I’d make her moan.
The way I’d make her pant.
The way I’d make her scream my name, begging me for mercy on my relentless pursuit for her cum.
With my forehead against the tile, I pictured her back arching and her nipples puckering when I licked and sucked them into my mouth. The breathless sounds that would escape her tiny lips the closer I allowed her to get to her release.
The way I’d make her come until I was burned into her skin, and she would only ever remember me.
Mine.
I slid my hand harder and faster, moving my hips in the opposite direction of my lustful movements.
“Fuck…” I groaned a little too loudly on the edge of coming but not quite there. “Tru…” I growled.
My chest rose and fell with each stroke of my hand on my cock, and my dick hardened to the point of pain until I couldn’t hold it back any longer. I came so fucking hard I saw stars, and my entire body shook with the most intense orgasm.
After riding the high that was Tru Remy, I cleaned myself up and stepped out of the shower to dry off. I avoided the mirror like it was the damn plague, my shame overtaking me in ways I never thought possible.
I took a deep breath and threw on a pair of gym shorts before walking out of my room. It was almost three thirty in the morning, so I didn’t think anyone would be up. Everyone had left over an hour ago.
“Brady,” I exclaimed.
Not Brady.
Tru.
Dripping wet.
She froze.
I froze.
Droplets of water slid down her body, between her perfect breasts, and continued their journey across her belly button until resting between her thighs, only to slide down her legs.
“Oh hell.” I didn’t mean to say it out loud.
Her eyes narrowed.
Mine homed in again on her tight little body.
Unable to hold back, I asked in a hard tone, “What the hell are you doing in here?”
“What does it look like, asshole? I was taking a shower.”
“This isn’t your bathroom.”
“No shit, Sherlock. I didn’t want to use ours and run into you. Brady left with his girlfriend, and he said I could use his shower.”
“Who the hell takes a shower at this time?” Panic took over at how beautiful she was.
She gestured toward my wet hair with a smirk. “Obviously, you do.”
Despite holding a towel, she didn’t use it to cover herself.
“Are you going to cover your tits, or am I going to continue trying to look at your face when I really want to bury mine between your legs?”
With a slight gasp, she moved her legs forward like she had no choice but to come to me, and all I could think was yes, come. Please. Be my fucking guest.
“That can’t come as a shock to you, Cinderella. Your body has always been one of my favorite things about you.” I left out everything else that made her important to me because it felt too real. I knew if I acknowledged why I fell for her, I’d fall even harder and wouldn’t survive.
“My body was the only thing you were ever interested in,” she deadpanned.
“Whatever you have to tell yourself.” I shrugged and crossed my arms.
She bit down on her bottom lip like she wished she was causing physical harm to me. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Good for you.”
“I was just pissed.”
“That makes two of us,” she snapped.
After sucking in another sharp breath, I took one giant step toward her, then had her by the hair, tugging her aggressively against my chest.
Close to her lips, I rasped, “Is this what you want?”
Her breasts were pressed against my chest.
And my mind was running wild.
Especially after I just fist fucked my dick to images of her.
She didn’t hesitate to shove me away.
“Stop,” I ordered, grabbing her wrists.
“You stop it.”
“Is that what you really want?”
She swallowed hard.
“You,” I harshly stated. “Piss me off.”
Tru got up on her tiptoes, her dark hair soaked against her cheeks, and whispered against my neck, “Get lost.”
“Get damaged,” I snapped.
She taunted, “Damage me, then.”
I didn’t have to be told twice.
I shoved her arms above her head and slammed my mouth against hers in a way I hoped would be more punishing than rewarding. Instead, it just brought it all back—not just the memories, but the feeling of being owned by her.
It was terrifying.
She was terrifying.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and raked her nails down my back in an angry yet forceful way as I shoved her against the tile harder and more demanding. She dug her nails in deeper as our mouths fought for dominance.
The moment between us was over far too soon.
With a sincere expression, she breathed out, “I don’t want to be your sloppy seconds.”
“You’ll be my sloppy firsts then.” I kissed her again.
Except this time, she fought my kiss at every turn…
When I deepened it, she pulled back.
When I invaded, she retreated.
When I pressed forward with my body, she heaved her breasts against my chest.
I wouldn’t survive this, and I hated her more for it.
I hated her.
She hated me.
I had no clue what was happening.
Maybe it was just our bodies talking since we could not do it on our own. Words were useless when you were dead inside over someone who broke your heart, but your body remembered.
It remembered everything.
Muscle memory be damned.
“Bet…” She smiled. “You walk away with the biggest set of blue balls from just kissing me.”
“Bet.” I smirked. “You walk away so wet, you use your fingers in order to get the job done, but sadly fail because it isn’t my dick getting you off.”
“Bet,” we said in unison.
I pulled away first, and I couldn’t help but notice how swollen her lips were from my assault. She noticed, looking away, then wiped her lips with the back of her arm.
“You can’t wipe away our past, Tru.”
Backing away, I simply added…
“Trust me, I’ve been trying to for years.”